OH LOL MY SHERLOCK FEELS ARE GETTING SO ABUSED IT'S PAINFUL.

I'd like to apologise that this chapter is ridiculously short as compared to the others. Super sorry about that. m_O_m

Without further ado, please enjoy!

Arthur couldn't open his right eye. A spike of fear stuck his heart when he realised he couldn't see—and worse, his legs wouldn't part, he could only move them as one, rendering walking to him difficult. Blindly he groped around himself, but he couldn't grasp onto anything. He began to panic, as he movements began to slow down, like the air around him had turned thick, making his muscles slow and sluggish.

"Help," he gasped, flailing helplessly in the negative space around him, as panic took over his senses. "S-someone!"

A hand grasped his and another was at his waist.

"Calm down, Arthur," he heard his brother's voice in his right ear, "It's okay, I'm here. I know you're scared, but please just calm down."

"D-Dean?" he asked, grasping his brother's hand tightly like a lifeline. "Wh-where am I? What's going on?"

"You're getting married, silly," Dean chuckled (was that sadness he heard in his brother's usually airy tone?) "Now come on, let me get you to the throne room."

Married? I'm going to marry Alfred?

Arthur beat his wings (a difficult task, since the air around them was thick like water) to help his brother pull him along, his legs rendered useless since he couldn't part them. He tucked them up close to himself as he used both hands to grip Dean's hand.

The third Kirkland sibling stopped, and so Arthur, the fourth, stopped as well.

"We're standing at the end of the aisle." Dean told Arthur. "How are you feeling?"

"Absolutely nervous," Arthur replied, anxious to see Alfred soon. He wanted whatever was holding his eye down to let up so he could see.

"I thought so," Dean chuckled, before pulling him along. "Let's get moving, then."

Arthur heard an organ playing and Dean led him down the aisle.

How strange. Since Father is already dead, it should be Angus leading me down the aisle since he is the eldest sibling. Maybe he didn't make it?

"W-where's Angus?" Arthur asked his brother, "Didn't he make it?"

"He's a bit… unavailable right now. You know what he's like with water."

"… Water?"

Dean came to a stop, and his brother's hand left his, before getting replaced by an unfamiliar hand. Arthur froze. This hand wasn't Alfred's. It didn't have the warmth the man hand, and it didn't have the same calloused texture.

Suddenly he could open his right eye, and he gasped.

The Sea King, in his proper form underwater (a mighty man with a long beard, fitting for the ruler of the sea), was smiling at him as he held his hand.

He turned his head to find Seamus and Angus sitting together in a bubble amongst the crowd of merfolk who came to witness the wedding, the eldest Kirkland seething furiously, his cheeks flushed red as his hair, flames peering out of the corner of his mouth. Seamus was smiling awkwardly, trying to calm his elder brother down. Ironically, he himself was in a bit of an anger-related predicament—he was gripping a horseshoe so hard it was already misshapen.

The Sea King turned Arthur's head. "Look at me only, my dear Arthur, this is our wedding." he said, his voice no longer garbled, and Arthur realised where he was—in the underwater kingdom of Aquarius, the kingdom of the sea nymphs, ruled by the Sea King. Arthur stared at him, horrified. "My Queen."

"No!" he screamed—

Arthur sat up in his bed, panting. "It was a dream," he gasped, as the candle on his bedside table lit up. "J-just a dream… I have to calm down…" Taking a few shuddering breaths, he swung his legs down to the floor, wiggling the toes of his left foot experimentally, to make sure his legs weren't a tail, like what he had in his dream.

Peg leg thudding dully against the wooden floor of his quarters, Arthur walked across his room to reach for the bottle of ale standing on top of this table. He took a swig of it, exhaling heavily as he put it down, and the burn of the alcohol going down his throat soothingly. He threw on his coat and walked across the room to look in a mirror. He grimaced as he stared at his reflection.

Eye bags under his right eye, his face paler than usual, he looked terrible. Well, at least, according to him. Should another man see him, he would still be so beautiful. Sighing, Arthur undid the knot of his eye patch behind his head and the black patch fell down to the floor without a sound. Arthur stared at his blinded eye—an ugly scar running diagonally down his closed, slightly sunken eyelid, where underneath it was probably more remains of his eye some drunk old pervert gouged out on his first year as the Captain.

Gingerly, Arthur touched his eyelid, wondering how differently would his life have gone if he wasn't given the gift of unrivalled beauty. Would men find him appalling with this missing eye of his? Would he even have lost his eye?

Probably will still lose it either way, Arthur thought to himself dryly, except maybe what would have changed was how he would have lost it. Grinning wryly, Arthur turned away from the mirror—

And his heart leapt to his throat when suddenly he saw someone standing in the darkness behind him. The blonde pirate scrambled to reach for his Commodore, when familiar chuckling met his ear, and Alfred stepped out of the shadows, arms outstretched as a sign of surrender.

"It's just me," he laughed, and Arthur relaxed, "I heard you tossing and turning, so I came to see what was wrong."

"Git, were you just sitting outside my door?" Arthur asked, and Alfred grinned apologetically. The blonde pirate bent over and picked up his eye patch on the ground, before tying it back in its place.

"Maybe?" he asked, and Arthur rolled his eye, chuckling. The blonde pirate walked up to Alfred and hugged him, the taller blonde's arms wrapping around him as he stepped into the man's embrace. "So, what's wrong, babe? Did you have a nightmare?"

"I dreamt I was getting married to the Sea King," Arthur said into Alfred's shirt, and the monarch's eyes widened. "We were in Aquarius, and you weren't there…"

"Have a little bit more faith in me, Arthur," Alfred chuckled, "I'll kill the Kraken. Just watch me."

"I'm waiting eagerly for the show," Arthur smiled up at him; before Alfred leant down to kiss him. "How much further away from Spades are we?"

"Not that far," Alfred replied, "Luke should be seeing land soon—"

"Land ahoy!" Luke's voice bellowed from far above them, and the two blondes looked at each other.

"And that's our cue," Alfred grinned, "You ready to come home with Spades with me, babe?"

"Bring me that dead octopus first," Arthur smirked, pulling Alfred's collar so their faces were so close their noses touched. "And then let's talk."

"In bed?"

"Maybe." Arthur purred, before pulling Alfred in for a kiss.

It was better than their first proper kiss as lovers, Alfred thought to himself, as he felt Arthur's arms snake around the back of his neck, deepening their kiss. Alfred gently prodded Arthur's bottom lip with his tongue, and the pirate, chuckling, opened his mouth, allowing Alfred access inside. Their tongues rubbed against each other experimentally as Alfred felt Arthur sling his left leg around his, and grinning into the kiss, Alfred ran his hand down Arthur's clothed thigh, wondering himself how the beautiful porcelain skin would feel underneath his fingers.

Very soon their tongues fought for dominance, both men not backing down as their tongues mapped each other's mouth mentally, as Alfred backed Arthur up against the wall, hand holding up Arthur's leg, the pirate sensually rubbing it against Alfred's thigh.

They parted for air, the both of them panting.

"You're sexy," Alfred blurted out, and Arthur flushed, shutting his legs slightly, unknowingly pressing his thigh harder into Alfred's, earning him a hiss from the taller man. "Shit, Arthur," he gasped as he ground his hips against the pirate, pressing Arthur against the wall harder, earning him a small moan from the one-eyed man. "You are definitely marrying me."

"Wouldn't dream of not doing so," Arthur chuckled, before squirming out of Alfred's grip, brushing himself off, smoothening down his coat. The blue-eyed monarch looked at him, frowning, before reaching out for him again. Arthur dodged his lunge, stepping aside, a small smirk on his face. "Ah, tut, tut. Patience is a virtue, love."

"Then what the heck was that kiss for?" Alfred half-whined at Arthur, making the blonde pirate laugh lightly.

"A good-luck kiss, Alfred," He cooed softly, caressing Alfred's face. "For your fight with the Kraken."

"Is the sexy leg-thing part of the good luck kiss?" Alfred grinned, leaning in to kiss Arthur, but the pirate dodged again, and the young monarch pouted.

"Maybe," Arthur coyly grinned, tapping his lips with a gloved finger.

"Arthur!" Alfred whined, and the blonde pirate laughed.

"I'll tell you after you kill the Kraken. Now, go out there and win my hand, damn it, or I shall have to win myself for you."

"Wouldn't that be such a sight?" Alfred smirked, before walking to the door Arthur in tow. "I'll be expecting another good-luck kiss after I kill that damned octopus, alright?"

"You can have all the kisses you want if you defeat it," Arthur chuckled, "Now, go. I don't want to be kept waiting for my wedding."

"Yes, my Queen!" Alfred laughed brightly, before the two of them walked out onto the hallway.

"Al! There you are, mate!" Steve called the monarch as he and Arthur stepped out onto the deck. "Hurry up! We're in Spades waters, and the Kraken can't be too far away now!"

"Bring it on!" Alfred laughed brightly, running up to the helm, where Steve was, taking his musket off his shoulder as he approached the brunette. "Where did Yao saw it was?"

"No idea, but—"

"I have a plan," Arthur suddenly cut in, walking up to the two men standing at the helm, "Give me the helm."

Steve stepped away from the helm, and let his cousin take control of the ship. Arthur turned it—pointing the ship straight at the port.

"W-wait, Arthur, what are you doing?" Alfred stuttered, grabbing the blonde's shoulder. "Y-you're going to—"

"I understood what you said when unfortunate accidents happen when I make port, Steve." He spoke up, ignoring Alfred. "How could I not, when it's all my fault?"

"What?" Alfred blinked.

"Whenever I try to leave the sea, the Sea King will do anything to make me come back. He'll use the Kraken to take the lives of innocent seamen to force me to come back to the sea." Arthur explained. "Now more so since I have you, Alfred."

He didn't have to travel far when suddenly the air was pierced by a shrill cry.

"And here it comes," Arthur smirked at Alfred. "Are you ready for this?"

"I'm ready for anything, babe. As long as it's for you." Alfred winked at him.

Ookay, so, uh, sorry for the filler-ish chapter. Really, really sorry.

Have some fanservice in the form of sexually frustrated!King Alfred. 8D

I've upped the first winner of the poll in a new fic, Alternate. The results of the poll... they're so predictable hahaha

Alright, I've said enough.

Next up! Release the Kraken!

... Bukkun is drained like a dry rag...