A/N: And this is the very last chapter. After this, the story's done. These ones are set a couple of years after the last one. Also, there's gonna be some sex in the first one, but it's kind of necessary given the situation, heh.

Extra 3: The Wedding

Alfred was sweating, though he tried not to fidget too much. Gilbert, who was standing next to him in the tiny church, noticed and put a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. The merman smiled and tried to loosen up. This was the best day of his life, after all.

By then he'd been with Arthur for over four years, and they'd gone through so many good times together. To his surprise Arthur had proposed to him eight months ago, ironic because Alfred had been in a frantic search for a ring to propose to Arthur with at the same exact time- with Gilbert's help, of course. But it didn't matter, since it all came to the same end.

The ceremony was a very private one, with only Gilbert's family and Arthur's family in attendance. Alfred liked the Kirklands, even though they were a bit eccentric and rough sometimes. But they respected the wheelchair, so Alfred was safe. Gilbert was his best man, and the ceremony would start soon. Alfred started fidgeting again, and not even Gilbert could stop him from doing it this time.

It wasn't long after - once the other processionals had taken place - that Arthur entered the room with a deep breath, walking alongside his father in his tuxedo. His movements jarred just a little as he made eye contact with his fiancé, though they were quickly smoothed out and Arthur carried on his way, although unable to break his gaze.

Alfred himself couldn't look away either, though his fidgeting had stopped and a small smile broke out on his face. "Arthur, you look stunning," he murmured as the Brit came to a halt in front of him.

"...So do you," Arthur whispered back, a slight, warm smile on his own lips.

The priest then started the ceremony. He kept it short, before anyone could doze off, and soon enough it was time to say the fateful words. "Do you, Arthur Kirkland take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Taking a long breath, Arthur looked down at Alfred and smiled lovingly, a ball of excitement and nervousness nestled inside him, and overflowing with his love for the merman in front of him. Eventually he let the breath go, smile only growing more as he did so. "...I do."

Alfred smiled as the priest went on. "And you, Alfred F. Jones, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I..." Alfred gave a broad smile. "I do, with all my heart!"

"Then... You may kiss each other." The priest stepped back, a faint smile on his face.

No sooner had the words been said had Arthur leaned down to press his lips against the other's, lifting a hand to his cheek and kissing him with all his worth. Leaning up a bit as well, Alfred kissed back eagerly. Arthur's eyes closed and his hand travelled to the back or Alfred's head, pulling him closer and moving more towards the other himself. He pulled away with a small sigh, leaning his forehead against Alfred's.

"Hello, h-husband," Alfred whispered, his eyes shimmering with tears.

The Brit let out a breathy laugh as he looked at Alfred, tears threatening to drop from his eyes too, and he squeezed the other gently. "Alfred..." he whispered back, pushing his hair back gently.

"Artie, my Artie." Alfred couldn't hold it back any longer and burst into tears, burying his face in Arthur's chest.

"Ah..." Chuckling slightly, Arthur held him tightly, stroking and running his fingers through Alfred's hair. "Yes."

Gilbert chose that moment to step forward. "Hey, lovebirds. C'mon, you can cry at the party."

"Ah- Right, yes," Arthur replied, glancing up at the German. "Come on, Alfred," he then murmured to his new husband.

"Artieeeeee!" Alfred wailed quietly, clinging tightly onto the Brit.

"Hey, hey... I'm here," he said with a chuckle. "Come on, we don't want to miss our own reception, do we?"

"N-No, we don't." The merman sniffled and looked up at Arthur.

"Well come on, then," Arthur said with a small smile, still stroking Alfred's hair.

"Let's go." Alfred took Arthur's hand and nodded to Gilbert. The German stood behind the chair and wheeled it forward as they filed from the church and to Arthur's home, which was where the reception was going to be.

The reception was in the dining room, which had been thoroughly cleaned and immaculately decorated for the party. Arthur had called a catering business, and they'd done the food. He and Alfred led the way into the room, taking a seat at the head of the table.

Almost immediately, Alfred was sobbing happily into Arthur's shoulder again.

Laughing again softly, Arthur pressed kisses to the other's head, his fingers threading through the blond hair. "Alfie... Oh, Alfie..." he whispered.

"I- I'm so happy, Arthur!" Alfred sniffled into him, squeezing Arthur's arm tightly. His stomach jumped pleasantly at the nickname, but he was too busy crying to really pursue the matter.

"I know. I know, me too." Grinning widely, Arthur brought the merman's face up with his hand, stroking his cheek. "Alfred..."

"Y-Yeah?" Alfred whispered, looking up at him with bright, liquidy eyes.

Arthur let out a small, breathy chuckle, a couple of stray tears slipping down his face as he pressed his forehead to Alfred's. "I love you."

The merman gasped softly, starting to cry again in earnest. "I love you too!" He wrapped his arms around Arthur's shoulders, pulling the other as close as possible without breaking contact with him.

"Heh..." Closing his eyes, Arthur hugged the other tightly back, smiling happily.

Alfred took the opportunity to kiss him.

"Ah-" Arthur raised his eyebrows in surprise, but then gladly leaned into the kiss.

Pulling away after a moment, Alfred dried his eyes and reached out to run his thumbs over Arthur's cheeks, wiping away the tears there.

Sighing softly, Arthur smiled warmly at Alfred and pressed into the touch.

This time it was one of Arthur's brothers that broke them up with a 'gentle' reminder that they weren't alone. Alfred blushed and straightened out in his chair. "S-So let's start?"

"Of course," Arthur said with a small, sheepish chuckle.

After a few congratulations from everyone - and a rather egotistical speech from Gilbert, though no one cared - they started to eat. The food was delicious, and it looked like everyone was enjoying themselves. An hour passed quickly, and Alfred started fidgeting. "Can we dance now?" he asked softly when it looked like everyone was done.

"Of course," Arthur murmured back with a small smile, holding his hand out for Alfred's.

But Alfred shook his head and backed away a tiny bit. "What, me? I can't dance in a wheelchair, Artie."

"Alfred... It's our wedding. We should take the first dance. Please?" Arthur's smile grew as he took the others hand and pressed a kiss to it. "May I have this dance?"

Alfred couldn't help but to nod. He gripped Arthur's hand in return and rolled forward. "How will it work?"

"We'll figure that out when we get there," Arthur replied, standing and moving to push Alfred, not letting go of his hand.

Alfred wouldn't have let him let go anyway. He was smiling slightly, but still nervous about the dancing. How would it work with his chair? But he trusted Arthur, and it would work out.

Once they reached the floor reserved for dancing, Arthur nodded to the band to start and turned to place his free hand on Alfred's shoulder. "You might have to lead," he said with a sheepish grin.

"I'll do my best!" Alfred declared, holding Arthur in return. He started rolling back and forth a bit, smiling. "Is this okay?"

"It's lovely, Alfred," Arthur whispered, smiling happily as he moved with the other.

"O-Okay, if you say so, Artie!" Alfred whispered back, smiling softly at his husband.

Chuckling gently and smiling back, Arthur followed the merman's movements, though he led him into small turns and swings, and shuffled as close as he could.

At one point though, Alfred accidentally rolled forwards too much and Arthur went crashing down onto the merman's lap. Alfred quickly wrapped his arms around him and laughed. "Oh Artie, I'm sorry!" he cried, pressing kisses all over Arthur's face.

"Ah-" Arthur blinked, then laughed himself, leaning into it. "Heh, no, that's okay."

"Are you sure?" Alfred asked, nuzzling to the Brit gently with his nose.

"Of course. This is nice, too," Arthur mumbled, humming softly as he moved his hand on Alfred's shoulder back to circle round his neck, focusing on him so much that he barely even noticed as other people slowly began filtering onto the dance floor.

"Heh, well there goes our alone dance," Alfred said softly, but he didn't mind at all. Arthur still settled nicely on his lap, he rolled them off to the side. "I-I mean if you wanna dance with someone else, you can."

"Mm, not just yet," Arthur replied, smiling softly as he looked at Alfred.

"Okay." Alfred gazed back for a moment, but then dropped his eyes. "Oh, what are you starin' at?"

"My husband," Arthur whispered reverently, reaching a hand out to Alfred's cheek to bring his face up.

"Ah..." The merman obliged, and a soft, loving smile spread over his lips. "Oh Arthur..."

"My gorgeous, wonderful, handsome husband," the Brit repeated with a sigh, tracing that smile with his thumb for a second before he shifted shyly. "You look amazing, by the way."

"Aww, Artie," Alfred mumbled against the finger. "Heh, not as amazing as you though."

Arthur gave a small chuckle. "Oh, hush, now that's just impossible."

"No, no it's not!" Eyes widening, Alfred nodded quickly. "I almost got hard in the church just from looking at you!"

Arthur's eyes widened, and he sputtered with laughter. "Wh-What? Alfred-!"

"Whaaaaat?" Alfred whined, though he was grinning too. "I wouldn't have done anything!"

"Well, I know, but still," Arthur said, chuckling and shaking his head.

"Still nothing! And that proves that you looked hotter than I did!"

"Wh- It does not!" Arthur huffed softly, but there was a small blush on his face. "You can find people attractive without getting horny over it, you know."

"Well I can too! You were just so so hot that I got a bit horny!" Alfred said, huffing.

"Right, right," Arthur said, raising a brow as he chuckled.

"Hff! You're mean, Artie," Alfred moaned. He draped himself over Arthur's shoulder, huffing again.

"Absolutely," Arthur replied with a grin, holding Alfred tightly and pressing a kiss to his hair. "...Still, thank you."

"Of course!" Alfred kissed all over the shoulder, smiling the whole time. "But you will have to help me with it later."

Arthur looked down at him, brows raised. "...You're not, actually hard, are you?"

The merman only pursed his lips.

"Are you?!" Arthur's eyes widened - he'd just been joking before - and he leaned back a little to look at Alfred properly. "I'll check."

"Ch- Check what?"

"If you are or not. So you may as well tell me."

"Why would I lie about it?" Alfred frowned. "I was a bit aroused, yeah, and it's settled down a bit now, but I think like the tippy top is poking up." He wriggled a bit in his seat. "Yup."

Arthur blinked, then chuckled softly. "Oh, you are silly..."

"Hmph! Will you help me later or not?"

"Of course I will," Arthur replied softly. "It's only right."

"All right. Thank you, Artie." Alfred smiled and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "...I suppose I won't be allowed to rip this suit?"

"Heh, preferably not," Arthur murmured back.

"All right, I'll spare this one," the merman teased.

"Good. I've had to have so many of my suits replaced already- practically my whole closet," Arthur replied with a small chuckle.

"What? It's easier!" Still, Alfred looked proud of himself.

"Yes, yes. Well, you know it's not like I mind."

"Heh, oh I definitely know." Alfred smirked. "You practically get even more turned on by it."

"W-Well I- I mean-" Arthur sputtered a little, shifting in Alfred's lap and turning slightly red - but he was unable to deny it.

"Heh, nothin' to be ashamed of." Alfred kissed his cheeks and hugged him tightly.

Arthur only huffed and shuffled into the other's embrace.

They didn't get too much more privacy, because a moment later Gilbert popped up next to them. "Hey Eyebrows, fancy a dance?"

Said eyebrows flew to the top of his skull, and a slight smirk played at his lips. "With you?" he asked, surprised, as he glanced down at Alfred quickly.

"Well yeah! I'd take my chances with the wheelchair but I kind of wanna keep both of my feet," Gilbert said, grinning.

Laughing a little, Arthur looked down at the merman for his permission.

"Go ahead, Artie! I wanna go talk to your mom!"

"Heh, all right." Smiling softly, Arthur leant forwards to peck Alfred on the cheek, then stood up and turned to Gilbert with a grin of his own. "Come on then, ya prick."

After watching the two of them vanish, Alfred rolled over to Arthur's mom and started chatting with the woman. She was a lovely woman, and had been the first of Arthur's family to find out about the tail. They'd all taken it well, but her positive reaction had given both Arthur and Alfred the courage to tell the rest.

She was seated at a table at that point, having just finished a dance with her own husband, and she smiled when she glanced over and noticed Alfred. "Ah- Alfred, hello, dear! I was meaning to look for you and Art - congratulations, really. I'm so happy for you both, and it was such a wonderful ceremony..."

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Kirkland." Alfred grinned at her and settled down deeper in his chair. "I was so nervous."

"Oh, I can imagine. It's so nervewracking, waiting for your own wedding to start... But it was oh so lovely in the end, wasn't it?"

"It was... And Arthur's just perfect." Alfred smiled dreamily and touched his lips. "I'm so lucky."

The woman smiled softly, leaning back in her chair. "Well I glad he's as special to you as he is to us. We leave him in your care now, Alfred."

"I'll take good care of him," Alfred murmured, watching Arthur dance with Gilbert. It seemed like they were bantering with each other, and as he watched the Brit casually stepped on Gilbert's foot. He chuckled. "Though he'll more than likely be taking care of me."

"Well I'm sure you'll both need to look after each other a fair amount," she said with a chortle.

"Yeah!" Alfred looked at her again and took her hand. "I- Thank you."

"Oh- You don't need to thank me for anything, dear."

"No, I do." Alfred squeezed her hand. "You, and your family... You gave me a family again."

"You are part of our family, Alfred," the woman said in response, smiling softly with a happy twinkle in her eye. "It's unconditional. You have nothing you have to thank us for." Squeezing back, her smile only grew. "But it is greatly appreciated."

Leaning over, Alfred simply gave her a massive hug.

"Ah-" Blinking, she then chortled softly and hugged the merman tightly back. "I should be thanking you, really, for looking after my troublesome son."

"He isn't that troublesome, but no problem!"

Just then, there was a cough from behind them, And Arthur stepped forwards. "Sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to ask my mother for a dance," he said with a small smile.

"Ah, okay!" Alfred backed away. "After this dance we can be together though, right?"

"Of course. Why don't you come onto the dance floor? Fritz is looking a little bored," he said, glancing over at Matthew and Gilbert as they danced (Oh, he didn't swing Matthew around) and at the young boy picking at his food a few tables away.

"Oh, sure!" And in the next moment, Alfred was zooming towards the boy. "Friiitz!"

It was only a few hours later, once photos had been taken and presents given, that it came to Arthur saying goodnight to the guests.

The last guests, Gilbert and Matthew and Fritz, filed out a little after midnight. Almost as soon as they were gone Alfred turned to Arthur excitedly and grinned. "So we're alone now..." he said, wiggling his eyebrows lecherously.

Raising an eyebrow himself, Arthur gave a small smile. "...We are, yes."

"So what are you waiting for? Get over here!" The merman eagerly patted his lap.

Arthur chuckled softly, moving forwards to settle himself in Alfred's lap. "Yes, yes," he murmured, his arms circling round the other's neck.

"Oh Artie," Alfred murmured, running his hands all over the other's body like he'd been longing to for hours. "We're married, Artie."

"I know," Arthur breathed, a soft smile on his face, closing his eyes and sighing gently. "I'm so happy..."

"Me too, Artie." Alfred chuckled softly and pushed Arthur's head down onto his shoulder. "I feel like this is unreal. It's too good to be true, you know?"

Humming, Arthur snuggles into the other and gently squeezed him. "I know," he murmured. "But it is true."

"You're all mine, Arthur," Alfred whispered reverently. "And I'm yours."

"Mm, I like the sound of that." Arthur pulled back a little to look at Alfred, his hand stroking the merman's waist. "I'm yours and you're mine."

"Oh c'mere-" Alfred crashed their lips together, a hand moving to the back of Arthur's head.

Letting out a small groan of surprise, Arthur's eyes then slipped shut, and he leaned into it, kissing back fervently. As they kissed, Alfred slowly started maneuvering them to the pool room. Arthur didn't pause, only deepening the kiss as his arm tightened its grip, his other hand moving forwards to cup Alfred's cheek.

"Mmh-" Alfred stopped rolling and opened his mouth, leaning into the touch.

The Brit took the opportunity to explore the mouth he already knew so well, first ruining his tongue along the merman's open lips before diving in. Alfred kept moaning into his mouth, his own tongue flicking out a bit, but not really resisting. Letting out a small moan of his own, Arthur gladly pressed his own tongue against Alfred's, relishing the feeling, and his hands came down to gently pull off the tie around the other's neck and start undoing the buttons there.

"Hey..." Alfred pulled away a bit and reached up to grasp his hands. "Wait 'til we're in the pool room," he murmured, then set off once again.

Arthur blinked, then smiled slightly. "All right," he mumbled back, giving the other another quick peck on the lips.

Grinning stupidly, Alfred eventually got them into the pool room and stopped there. He eased Arthur onto the floor and flopped on top of him. "So, hot stuff, where'd we leave off?"

"Mm, I believe we were kissing," Arthur replied slyly, tugging Alfred down by his collar and starting work on the buttons again.

The merman dipped down eagerly and forced his tongue into Arthur's mouth. His arms moved to Arthur's pants, and he paused. "I suppose I really can't rip these off..." he mused softly, breathing onto Arthur's lips.

"Ah- preferably not," Arthur murmured with a chuckle, shivering pleasantly.

"...Fine, I'll leave them be." Alfred huffed, then dived down into the Brit's mouth again. His hands moved nimbly to Arthur's pants again and within moments they were off.

Moaning softly, Arthur closed his eyes, pushing Alfred's now open jacket and shirt off his shoulders and running his hands over the muscled chest.

"You like it?" Alfred whispered to him, smiling up at the man.

"You know I do, you idiot," Arthur breathed back, eyes flicking up to Alfred's.

"Still, it's nice to hear it," Alfred replied, grinning softly.

"Oh, you." Arthur grinned a little, hands travelling over the other's shoulders and then to the back of his neck. "Come on and make love to me, Mr. Alfred Kirkland," he whispered.

"Alfred Kirkland," Alfred mused, smiling a bit. "Sounds a bit weird, but I like it!"

"Mm, good," Arthur murmured back, grinning up at the other.

Alfred set to work on Arthur's shirt, slowly unbuttoning it and pulling the fabric off of his shoulders. His eyes then moved to an old scar on Arthur's skin, high up next to his neck. A bite mark. He traced it gently, a small smile on his face.

Arthur hummed at the feeling, tilting his head to the side as he looked up at Alfred. "What is it?"

"Nothin'. Just... Heh, I've well and truly marked you, ey?" Alfred pressed a kiss over the scar.

Smiling softly, Arthur chuckled and threaded his fingers through the merman's hair. "Mm, I suppose you have... And I'm well and truly yours, Alfred."

Looking up, Alfred grinned brightly at him. "You are! And I wouldn't have it any other way!" he declared.

"Good. Me neither," Arthur happily murmured, taking Alfred's cheeks in his hands and pulling him down for a soft, short kiss.

Alfred cooed happily at the touches and there was a smile on his lips as they pulled apart. "Artie... I love you. I do, I do!"

"Heh, I know," Arthur whispered back happily. "I love you too."

"And I'm gonna show you just how much I love you." His fingers slipped to Arthur's ass, and he probed the entrance.

"Ah..." Sighing and shivering softly, Arthur arched ever so slightly up into Alfred, stroking the merman's skin.

"Feels good, Artie?"

"It does," Arthur breathed, leaning into the touch.

Alfred pushed in deeper, smiling and leaning down to peck his lips.

Humming a little, Arthur's arms twitched, tightening around Alfred and pecking him back.

"Artie..." Alfred slowly added his second finger.

"Nn-" Arthur shut his eyes tightly, a hand fisting in Alfred's hair as he relaxed himself. "Alfred..."

"Yeeees?" Alfred grinned more.

"Alfred... Ah-" Arthur pressed up against him, holding onto the other tightly. "I love you-" he eventually choked out.

"I love you too, Artie!" Alfred cried back, giving a little thrust with his fingers.

Arthur let out a small gasp, softly shuddering at the sensation.

Smiling, Alfred quickly moved to stroke Arthur's prostate. His experienced fingers found it quickly and rubbed against it in just the right way.

"Mm- oh God, Alfred," Arthur breathed, allowing his head to tip back as he squirmed into the touch.

"Heh, I know how you tick, Artie," Alfred purred seductively. He thrust in his third finger for a couple of moments before withdrawing his hand entirely.

The Brit let out a heavy sigh in pleasure, his eyes opening (though lidded) and peering up at Alfred. "...You're so hot," he murmured, pulling him down into a kiss.

"Mmh-" Alfred's agreement was cut off by the kiss, though he eagerly leaned into it.

Arthur pressed more into it with a hum, kissing the merman fiercely and holding him close.

Alfred melted in his arms, wrapping around the Brit.

Arthur's legs hooked over the other's tail, and he ever-so-gently rutted against Alfred, smiling gladly against his lips.

"Impatient, are we?" Alfred grinned, groaning a little himself.

"Mm, of course," Arthur murmured back, pressing himself up flush against the other and rubbing more in the hopes that Alfred would get some pleasure too.

"Artie, feels good!" Alfred cried.

"That's good," The Brit whispered, his own breath coming out in a shudder as he kept his hips moving.

"Ah- Artie, you'll make me come-"

"Heh, will I now?" Arthur chuckled softly

"That's not a good thing." Alfred said, huffing. "I'll have to punish you if you do that."

Arthur raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Yeah." Alfred smirked.

"Punish me how?"

"Two words: orgasm delay."

"...On our wedding night? Surely you wouldn't be so cruel," Arthur murmured with a smirk, leaning up to peck the merman's lips.

Alfred was unmoved. "I got a cock ring and I'm not afraid to use it." He gave a particularly hard rut back against the man.

"Ah-" Arthur closed his eyes for a moment with a moan, then moved his gaze back to Alfred's.

"Let me make love to you now?" Alfred whispered.

Breath catching slightly, Arthur nodded. "Of course..."

"Okay." Alfred pulled away for a moment, reaching for the lube. He slicked up his cock and immediately pressed in.

Arthur let out a low groan, fingers digging into Alfred's skin as he adjusted to the feeling.

"Easy there, Artie. It's okay," the merman whispered, stroking Arthur's cheek.

Sighing, Arthur slowly, relaxed with Alfred's touches, soon pressing his hips back against the merman, ready.

Alfred thrust into him slowly at first, relishing the feeling of Arthur clenching around him. "Artie-!"

"Alfred..." Arthur breathed back, hands slipping over Alfred's shoulders, down his front and up to grip at his back, small gasps and moans falling from his mouth.

"Louder, Artie!" Alfred commanded.

His eyes fluttering, closed in a groan, Arthur's back arched slightly. "A-Alfred!"

Pounding away into him, Alfred let out his own noises of pleasure.

Arthur's hands roamed over Alfred's skin, his breath already coming in pants as he rocked back into the other.

"I love you- I love you so much!" Alfred screamed, his hips moving more powerfully.

"Ah-!" Body shuddering in pleasure, Arthur's eyes opened again to look into Alfred, a free hand coming forwards to stroke his cheek. "I- I love you too- Alfred... Alfred-"

"You're so perfect, Arthur!" Alfred leaned into the touch, his mouth occasionally brushing against the fingertips.

"Oh..." Sighing, Arthur's thumb traced the other's lips for a moment, before bringing him down for a kiss. "Alfred," he whispered into it.

Arthur only continued repeating Alfred's name, hushed and whispered, like a mantra against his lips.

Shuddering in pleasure, Alfred forced his hips to move faster and faster. "Arthur- Arthur come-"

"Oh God- oh-" Crying out, Arthur's legs and arms tightened around the other, pulling him deeper and gasping with every thrust, lost in the overwhelming feel of Alfred around him, inside him. "Alfred- Alfred I love you- I- Ah-" Choking the words out a little, Arthur's eyes - firmly directed at Alfred's - widened, his fingers pulling softly at the other's skin, and he shuddered, another small gasp escaping his mouth as he released.

Alfred let out a little groan himself at the warmth on his stomach, and with another couple of thrusts he filled up Arthur with his seed. Collapsing on top of the Brit, he pressed a multitude of gentle kisses all over Arthur's face. "H-Husband... My husband..."

Though he was panting, Arthur let a wide, happy grin spread on his face, his eyes finally gently closing as he leant into the kisses. "Yes... yes, my love... my husband..." he breathed.

A moment later, Alfred was crying. His shoulders shook and his breath hitched with sobs, and he clung to Arthur tightly.

"Ah..." Arthur chuckled softly, squeezing Alfred tightly and burying his nose in Alfred's neck, kissing the skin there softly and stroking his back. "Come now, love."

"I-I'm so happy!" Alfred sobbed out, whimpering and leaning into the Brit.

"I know. I know, me too" Arthur barely breathed back, pulling back and cupping Alfred's cheeks to give him a happy, teary smile.

Seeing the expression on Arthur's face only made Alfred tear up more, and he leaned forward to press his forehead against his lover's. "A-Artie-"

Quickly moving forward to peck Alfred's lips, the Brit pulled away with a chuckle, pushing the other's hair back. "...I know, Alfred."

Finally smiling, Alfred rested his head on Arthur's chest. "I love you so much, Artie."

"I love you too," Arthur whispered back, his own smile growing as he pressed a kiss to the top of Alfred's head, stroking the merman's back. "Oh, Alfie..."

"A-Alfie?" Alfred peeked up at him, sniffling. "I like it when you call me that..."

"I can tell," Arthur replied with a small grin, then trailing kisses down the side of Alfred's head to his ear. "I love you, Alfie..." he breathed into it, before continuing his kisses down.

"Ah-" Alfred shivered, tightening his hold on the Brit. "I-I love you too..."

"Mm, that's good," Arthur murmured back with a smile, pressing kisses all over the merman's neck and shoulder.

"Artie-" Alfred's breath hitched again, and he convulsed lightly. "Arthur oh God-"

"Hmm?" the Brit hummed against the other's skin tilting his head a little to look up at him questioningly.

"Nothin'. I just love you." Alfred smiled.

Smiling softly back, Arthur pressed another, slightly longer, soft kiss to the skin below his lips. "I know. I'm glad you do."

"And I'm glad you love me-eeeeh..." Alfred's words cut off with a large yawn.

Chuckling, Arthur kissed the other more, moving up until he gave Alfred a quick peck. Stroking his husband's cheek, he smiled happily. "...Come on, love, let's sleep," he whispered.

"Okay." Alfred snuggled into him. "And you'll be right by my side when I wake up tomorrow, right?"

"Of course - whyever wouldn't I be?"

"Just asking. Cuz I wanna wake up next to you forever," Alfred mumbled, then slipped into sleep.

Arthur blinked, glancing over at the other, but then chuckled softly and held the other close, his own eyes slipping shut. A warm smile spread across the newlywed's face when he realized that he could feel their hearts beating gently against each other and he sighed happily. "You will..."

Extra 4: The Idea

Alfred was wriggling nervously in his chair as he waited for Arthur to come home from his meeting. He'd been thinking of the idea for a while now, and the more thought he gave it the more he felt that this would be good. It would help a lot of people, kids especially, and Alfred knew the money would go to a good place. He just needed Arthur's permission, since the Brit would be funding most of it (hopefully) until Alfred had money of his own from his book.

The front door opened and the merman froze in his seat. "Arthur?" he called out, wheeling himself forwards.

"I'm here, Alfred," Arthur replied, coming through the doorway to the dining room to meet him. "Hello, love."

"Hi, Artie!" Alfred rocketed forwards, knocking Arthur onto his lap and just managing to stop before he hit the wall. At Arthur's shriek of surprise he just laughed and wrapped his arms protectively around his husband. "It's okay, Artie. I got you."

"I- I know that, you idiot," Arthur wheezed out. "Just give me a little warning next time, hmm?"

Alfred lowered his head, thoroughly chastised. But not even that could stop the smile on his face as he pressed his lips to Arthur's. The Brit instantly relaxed into the kiss, all of his anger melting away. Tongues flicked out to press against each other as the two reunited after a day spent apart. When they finally parted, Alfred simply rested his head against Arthur's shoulder and relaxed into the embrace.

"Are you all right there?"

"Yes, I'm fine, Alfred." Chuckling, Arthur cupped Alfred's cheek and caressed it. "Now. You seem to be more excited than usual. What is it?"

Here came the scary part. Even though Alfred knew Arthur was very rich and could probably spare the money with ease, he didn't like asking him for it. It was just another reminder that right now, Alfred was dependent on him. But he had no other choice right now; he wanted to put his idea into motion as soon as possible. "Well..." The merman bit his lip and shifted in his seat.

"Well?" Arthur's thumb slowed on his cheek, and the green eyes filled with concern. "Alfred, you can tell me..."

"I know, I know." Alfred took a deep breath. "I had this idea." He paused again, looking up at Arthur from underneath his eyelashes.

"An idea?" Arthur prompted him.

Alfred nodded. "You know all those different kids of foundations, right?" He waited until Arthur had nodded in agreement before speaking again. "Well, I just thought. My wheelchair is really cool and custom and helps me get around easier. And I need it cuz I don't have legs. But there's other kids - and people - out there that need them too but they can't get them cuz they need special ones but don't have enough money and stuff."

"That is true..." Arthur had a hint of an idea of where this was going, but he wasn't entirely sure.

"So I thought I could start a foundation! Or, well, we could. And we could help the little kids and other people get the wheelchairs they need for free! Well, free for them. We would pay! And we could get those donations and have parties and events for them and we could really help a lot of people!" Finishing with a deep breath, Alfred fidgeted while he waited for Arthur's verdict on the idea.

The Brit shifted on Alfred's lap, eyeing the merman with a critical gaze.

"A-Artie?" Alfred asked. His face filled with hesitation. "What do you think of that? I- I mean I can wait until I have my own money from the boo-"

"Alfred." Arthur's voice was very soft. "You brilliant, silly, bloody heroic thing, just take my money." And he leaned forwards to press a firm kiss to Alfred's lips.

Eyes widening in surprise before they closed, Alfred eagerly leaned back. His hands curled around Arthur's shoulders and held the man to himself. This kiss was even more fevered than the last. A warmth spread through Alfred's chest as he kissed his husband. Arthur had agreed! Arthur heard his idea and thought it was a good one and he would help Alfred get it on its feet! As he pulled back, he cupped Arthur's cheeks and smiled widely down at him.

"You really mean that?"

"Of course I do. I wouldn't have told you that if I didn't believe it," Arthur replied. He smiled back and leaned into the touches. "I think that's a wonderful idea, love."

"I'm glad." Alfred was giddy with excitement, and a few giggles burst out of him. "So when can we start with the planning? You know how to do this stuff, right?"

"Well we'll need some outside help as well, but we can start right now."

"Yes!" Alfred fistpumped and hugged Arthur tightly. "Let's go!" The broad smile not once faltering, he rolled them down the hallway.

Extra 5: Published

It was bound to come in this week. Today, hopefully. Alfred was itching for the box to be delivered and fidgeted in the living room. He'd been working on this for five years, and finally the first copies of his published books were due to arrive. The merman couldn't help letting out a little whine as the clock struck four in the afternoon and there was still nothing.

A small chuckle came from the Brit seated next to him, who nudged him after a moment. "Come now, Alfie, it'll be here soon."

"But what if it doesn't come today?" Alfred grabbed Arthur's hand and squeezed tightly.

"It will, I'm sure. And if it doesn't, you'll just have to be patient," Arthur said, squeezing back.

"Don't wanna be patient..." Alfred grumbled.

"Heh, I know, but you have to be."

Alfred heaved a sigh and rested his head on Arthur's shoulder. More minutes passed, and the merman sat straight upright when the doorbell rang. "A-Arthur! Arthur, could it be-?"

Chuckling Arthur nudged him again. "Come on, let's go and see."

"Okay! You go first, though!" Shaking a bit, Alfred started to roll himself to the door.

"All right," Arthur said with a smile, moving with the other and going to open the door.

The deliveryman on the other side had a big box by his legs. "A delivery for an Alfred Kirkland?"

Alfred nodded and rolled forwards more to take the little clipboard from the man. He shakily signed it off and the box was brought in. The man left and the two of them were left staring at it. Eventually, they moved it from the entrance hall to the living room.

Arthur blinked, then glanced up at Alfred and smiled. "So? It's yours to open."

"O-Okay." Alfred reached for an opener and cut the tape around the box. He carefully opened the lid and gasped. There, arranged in neat stacks, were books.

They had simple blue covers depicting waves, with a fish tail emerging from the highest one. Elegant silvery words proclaimed the title, The Story of a Mermaid and the author, one Alfred F. Jones. And the publisher, of course- Kirkland Publishing House.

Watching this carefully, Arthur's eyes narrowed then widened as he took in the title. He hadn't seen even one trace of the book (apart from the one time Alfred had left the manuscript lying around and he tried to have a peek), so how could he have known what it was about? He even had someone else from his publishing house look over the manuscripts and approve everything so he wouldn't know until it was done.

He stared at the books a moment longer before finally shifting his gaze to the merman next to him. "A-Alfred..."

Alfred was suddenly nervous. "Y-Yeah?" he asked softly, his eyes lifting slowly to meet the Brit's.

"You-" Arthur took a small breath and smiled softly. "Is this about...you?"

"It's about us." Alfred gave a little smile. "I changed the names, of course! But...yeah."

"Oh, Alfred..." Arthur sighed softly, his smile growing, and he reached out a hand to stroke the other's hair.

"What?" Alfred leaned into him, a hand moving up to settle over Arthur's.

"Heh. I can't wait to read it."

"Read it now!" Alfred picked one of the books up and thrust it into Arthur's arms.

"Ah-" Chuckling, Arthur caught the book and brushed over the cover. "All right. It's lovely, Alfred," he murmured.

"You really think so?" Alfred grinned brightly.

"It is," Arthur said with a smile, then he looked up at Alfred. "...Do you want to read it to me?"

"Y-You really want me to read it to you?" Alfred's cheeks pinked happily, and he patted his lap.

Coming forwards and happily taking the offered seat on Alfred's lap, Arthur's grin widened. "Of course I do. It's your book, after all."

"Okay." Alfred gently took the book from him and wrapped his arms snugly around Arthur's waist. "I hope you like it and I make you proud with it."

"Mm, I'm sure you will," Arthur murmured happily.

Taking a deep breath, Alfred opened the cover. He pressed a kiss to Arthur's shoulder and started reading. "Once upon a time, there was a mermaid, swimming alone though the great ocean..."

A/N: And that's it for this story. Thank you for everyone who read and reviewed! I'm sure you all were expecting something bad to happen to Alfred, but not this story. There are enough of those out there, no? I'm also really happy that you guys liked it so much~ And now some final comments about the future of these two:

I especially like the end and ending it that way because Alfred is, in short, ensuring his safety in the future. His books (all published under Alfred F. Jones) and his foundation are all very popular and well received. And since he is a mermaid, of course if he were to be discovered there would be people who would want to take him and use him for experiments and research. But do you really think that people would stand having a beloved children's book writer and someone with such a good foundation getting taken away to be experimented on? Alfred wasn't really thinking of this, but he has pretty much guaranteed his own safety. And as to whether people eventually discover what he truly is, well: maybe, maybe not!

Once again, thank you all for reading!