So far, the day Alfred had traded in his designer jeans for orange overalls was one of the worst days of his life.
All through the trial he had been sure that he would be acquitted. After all, with the best lawyer in the state at his side and an influential father in the business industry, the odds had been in his favor from the start.
Only that things hadn't worked out the way he thought they would. At first, the only charge brought against him was the illegal possession of drugs found in his bedroom. As the trial progressed, it became clearer to the jury that not only had Alfred possessed the drugs, but he had lied about where and how he obtained them.
When they heard about his involvement in his boyfriend's dealership, well, even the best lawyer in the country couldn't have gotten Alfred out of that mess.
A three years sentence and a fine ranging in the thousands was considered nothing in comparison to what he could have gotten. Still, for a good boy like Alfred, any kind of prison sentence was an irreversible blemish on his otherwise spotless record. His parents, who had supported him from the start, stopped talking to him when they found out about Antonio. Alfred supposed that he had been lucky to even stay in the closet with Gilbert, Matthew and Arthur before him.
Especially with Arthur.
Arthur with his countless piercings. Arthur with a tattoo of a crown on his ankle. Arthur, with his a pack a day lifestyle. Arthur with his drunk buddies. Arthur with his bad attitude and dirty mouth. Arthur, who would have laughed at a measly three years sentence.
And yet, he had been the same Arthur who teared up at cheesy love songs when he thought that no one was looking. Arthur who had owned every Shakespeare collection he came upon. Arthur, who had nursed a black eye and a broken jaw after protecting Alfred from a gang of bikers with only a metal bar. They hadn't even been dating at the time.
Arthur, who's breath had been hot hot over the shell of Alfred's ear. Arthur, who covered every inch of Alfred's skin with open mouthed kisses and gentle bites. Arthur, who called him his darling as he slowly entered him for the first time. Arthur, who's lips brushed the back of Alfred's hand whenever they parted.
Oh, Arthur Kirkland had been a dream come true. That was, until he became Arthur son of a bitch Kirkland who fucking cheated on him with some Asian freak he'd met at a party.
Alfred wasn't sure who had landed the first blow, but he had left for his parents' house the night they'd broken up with a bloody nose. His nose hadn't been hurt as much as his pride. For the most part, he had simply been shocked- that had been the first time Arthur had ever raised his fist at him.
He had gone through three boyfriends and a handful of one night stands since Arthur, but no one had ever gotten close to the standard Alfred had mentally measured them by, despite swearing to himself that he didn't want to associate with anyone like Arthur. Two years had passed since Alfred had caught Arthur making out with Kiku, but the betrayal still stung.
And there he was, organizing his few possessions in his assigned cell when he heard an all too familiar bark of laughter from the hallway. Alfred froze and watched with wide eyes as the most hurtful ghost from his past walked by his cell without noticing him, green eyes locked on his conversation partner.
Screw that. This wasn't the worst day in his life so far. This was the worst day of his life, period.
So I'm actually really slow and didn't realize that I can post my kink meme fills on other platforms. Now that I'm sure that I'm allowed to share, I'm planning on posting them here and on ao3 :) I'd love to hear what you think, dear readers!