[BSD] Fitzgerald x Reader Fluff

You thought working for The Guild would be horrible since everyone stated that Fitzgerald was an asshole who abused his comrades to get to his goals. To be honest, you only agreed to be his personal servant because your little brother was always pretty weak and bedridden since he was little. Fitzgerald promised you that he would pay for his treatment.

Of course you expected him to be a terrible master, abusing you and slapping you for every mistake you made, since you tend to be clumsy when you get nervous. And you get nervous every time you were around him. Why? You fell in love with him. He wasn't that bad when you got to knew him better. Actually Fitzgerald had a side he never showed in public or to enemies. He was kind of nice and humorous, often laughed at your jokes and invited you to drink tea with him. You didn't even feel like a servant at those times, but he changed his behavior during meetings with other Guild members like Agatha and Fyodor.

Speaking of which, right now there was a meeting between those three people and you stood behind Fitzgerald as you served the tea for him and his guests. “Oh, you still have this little girl as your servant? You know, she already broke a vase worth more than her poor life.“ Agatha chuckled and watched you with her arrogant eyes. You froze and looked to the ground, feeling bad for being a klutz to Fitzgerald. The blonde guild master sighed heavily. “I would prefer that you didn't interfere with my private belongings Agatha. I didn't ask for your opinion, did I? [Y/n] is a loyal person and I like her company. And even if she destroys my expensive collection, I am rich. I always can buy replacements.“ he explained and looked to you.

You looked up, clearly blushing and holding tightly on the plate you were holding. “I am so sorry master.“ you apologized. “Come here.“ he ordered suddenly. You gulped and walked closer until you bowed exactly in front of him. “Yes..?“ you asked. “Do you remember what I told you about apologizing?“ he asked. .. Yes you did. He always said to you that apologizing wouldn't fit a woman of your beauty and if you were really sorry, the only thing you have to do is smile. Because your smiles brightened his day.

Remembering these words you began to smile, making Fitzgerald grin and he motioned you to take a step back. “So if you're finished flirting with your servant, we could discuss business.“ Fyodor spoke. “Of course.“

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After Fyodor and Agatha left, you cleaned the table. Fitzgerald watched your bent over form while you brushed over the wood. He smirked lightly when your black maid skirt slid up and revealed your white panties. “White is the color of innocence.“ he spoke. You shot up and held onto your skirt, clearly embarrassed. “W..What?“ you asked and looked into his face. “Innocence. Something I lost a long time ago.“ he spoke and took a step forward. You flinched back and were cornered between him and the table. “M..Master..“ you whispered. “Shush. I told you to call me Francis when we are alone. I am not your master.“ he chuckled and cupped your cheek.

He was so gentle, but that was not the first time he was -- so you were used to it. But he never teased you in that flirty way before. “Are you not feeling well? You are quite pale.“ he chuckled darkly, tracing your neck with his finger. “I am just tired, nothing to worry about.“ you replied with a shaky smile. Fitzgerald grinned when he saw your blushing cheeks. “Stop being so adorable.“ he ordered. You gulped, being pretty embarrassed. “I am sorry.“ Fitzgerald sighed and came closer.

However, he pulled back in an instant. You blinked, wondering why he did that. Another servant stepped in the room, he must've heard footsteps. “[Y/n].. the doctor called.“ the young woman said, she had a serious look on her face. Your face fell. “Is something wrong with [b/n]...?“ you didn't want to ask this question, since you had a bad feeling about this. “He died..“ the woman said. You dropped the sponge and fell to your knees. “W..What..?“ you stuttered in shock. “He was too weak to withstand the operation and died from the complications.“ she explained. Fitzgerald was silent. Though he didn't show any emotions right now, you knew he felt sympathy for you. “I am so terribly sorry. It wasn't the doctors fault. He fought well; they say it was a miracle that he survived this long.“ the other servant told you and hugged you tightly. You didn't even respond in any form instead, you stood up and ran to your room. This was too sad and you had to be alone right now.

… “[Y/n], can I come in?“ Fitzgerald asked after a short while. He gave you some time to calm down, but he heard loud crying sounds from your room. You didn't even notice his calling, nor did you hear him coming in. He sat beside you on your bed and laid his arms around your form, pulling you close to his broad chest. You covered your face with your hands, you didn't want your master and crush to see you this way. “It's okay. Cry as much as you want and need.“ he told you, stroking your back in an attempt to calm you down. Though your tears streamed freely down your cheeks, you felt a bit secure in his arms. He was silent the whole time and hugged you tightly, never letting you go. This side was one that he only showed to you and only you.. His caring side, you loved it. You loved him.

“Francis..“ you began, trying to suppress more tears. “Shush. Don't say anything for now.“ he spoke and laid his index -- and middle finger -- on your lips to shut you up. You kissed his hands on an impulse, making him blush slightly. You leaned back with your head and your eyes went wide. “I am so sorry..“ you mumbled. Fitzgerald blinked before he chuckled and kissed your forehead. “It's okay. I don't mind feeling your smooth lips. Though I would rather that you kiss a different part of my body.“ he teased, putting his index finger under your chin and grinning. You gulped more and were at loss for words right now. Fitzgerald chuckled more before he let go of you and stood up. “Have some rest. If you need something, don't hesitate to call for me.“ he said and turned around, ready to leave.

However he stopped when he felt your hand around his. “Wait.. Can you.. spend the night with me? Like.. Hold me only for tonight? I don't want to be alone right now..“ you admitted shyly, yet sadly. Fitzgerald closed his eyes and climbed into the bed next to you. Without saying anything he pulled you closer, his head resting next to yours. “Thank you..“ you whispered, kissing his cheek to show your gratitude. He gave you a soft smile and snuggled against you. “You're welcome [Y/n]. I don't like seeing you sad after all.“ he admitted.

The night went by quickly, but you never felt that loved and secure before. You were still pretty sad about your brother's death though, so you had a nightmare that night. Fitzgerald was bloody and collapsed before you. He died in your arms after he confessed to you. The shock of his death awoke you and you looked around, panicked. “Everything alright?“ Fitzgerald's sleepy voice relieved you. He was there. “Thank god..“ you murmured, burying your head in the crook of his neck. The blond leader blinked and held you close. “I had a bad dream of about you dying.. I am so happy that it was just a dream..“ you mumbled. “Somehow.. it makes me quite happy to see that you would be sad about my death.“ he said, pulling you closer. “Of course I would be sad! I love you, silly.“

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Crap. You didn't really say that right? It must be another dream! Right, that wasn't real. “Could you repeat that?“ Fitzgerald asked, clearly happy. Crap, it was real. “I.. Love you Francis..“ you said to him again. Fitzgerald smiled brightly before he almost closed the distance to your lips. He stopped millimeters before he'd touched them. “Good. Because I love you too [Y/n].“ he whispered against your lips before he kissed you with full force. You were startled at first, but recovered eventually and kissed him back. His hands roamed your sides and he was happy you were already lying in a bed together. That left a lot of space for more activities after all. He left you completely breathless after he had enough of kissing you and nibbling at your earlobe. “I want to hear your moans..“ he groaned in your ear, making you shiver in delight. When you moaned quietly, he was satisfied. “Oh Francis..“ you whispered, loving his soft touches. “I am afraid I can't accept you as servant any longer. Now, you will be by my side as my loving wife.“ he told you and left no room for discussion. “Alright..“ you sighed in arousal when you felt his hand down your thighs.

Well this is the point where the story ends, so don't expect any dirty doings dear readers.

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[b/n] – Brother's name