Author's brief note: I know this one-shot is going to be weird for some people, nevertheless, I don't care! It's with one of my dream couples if it's not Nunsignor and Marsifino, subsequently being Elsa x Timothy or rather Elothy! Anyway I know how many Nunsignor and Marsifino shippers are going to despise me after they read this one-shot with Elothy. The crossover idea of one-shot with a Freak show and an Asylum character doesn't make me to oppress it by scribbling it directly. 
I hope you like and enjoy it as well!

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An ordinary night as the other nights was elapsing episodically in Florida and nowhere else in Florida than Jupiter.

Hive of tiny, shimmering with its palish gilt stars outnumbered the sole moon that was gleaming its pale light underneath its round shape. The balmy summer evening was spreading like a contagious, lethal plague the light summer breeze, tickling and playing with every surrounder in the nocturnal, summer's rhythm.

The freaks have already being gathered in their own cabins after their mother figure, Elsa's show and she insisted to have a private meeting with one of her recent visitors these weeks who not only was her keen fan, moreover liked her shows.

The British compatriot had ginormous ambitions to join the church by becoming the first ever Anglo-American Pope with 2 homelands. Nonetheless, he gradually was being spellbinded by nobody else than the German emigrant. Each time he paid a visit to the grandiose tent where her evening shows took its place, the younger man couldn't help but be more head over heels in love with her.

Eventually Timothy admired Elsa not only for her glamorous looks with its bright colors, donning her slender body, furthermore her ginormous talent in singing, her band of freaks being excellently organized with its musical instruments' play and acrobats, additionally rendering more entertaining her shows.

The British compatriot had ginormous ambitions to join the church by becoming the first ever Anglo-American Pope with 2 homelands. Nonetheless, he gradually was being spellbinded by nobody else than the German emigrant. Each time he paid a visit to the grandiose tent where her evening shows took its place, the younger man couldn't help but be more head over heels in love with her.

Eventually Timothy admired Elsa not only for her glamorous looks with its bright colors, donning her slender, still appealing body with its impressive, swan curves, furthermore her ginormous talent in singing with its eloquence and melodiousness, tinting her voice, besides her band of freaks being excellently organized with its musical instruments' play and acrobats, additionally rendering more entertaining her shows.

Although Elsa's gloomy past and being a former prostitute in the foul hotels and motels of Berlin, besides Hans Grupper being responsible for amputating her legs, Timothy still believed Elsa was a good person with a big and golden heart by rescuing the freaks from orphanages or the fate of wandering the filthy, smeared in its garbage chunks' streets as neglected outsiders of the society. The British aristocrat has never focused on the vices and the licentious, grim past of the German emigrant by judging her since he genuinely believed she has utterly changed and she doesn't want even to recall any fragment from the solved somber puzzle of its pieces of sins and mistakes.

At first, the younger man couldn't believe his own luck that the freak show owner has invited him especially privately in her own tent. Just 2 of them. Little did Timothy know what awaited him and what kind of a conversation they would moot whether having a drink or smoking or both under the moonlight as its paly light dribbled like dropped bombs over a land as a war episode.

His oxford shoes stomped the shadowed grass due to its nocturnal shadows lurking like demons, following the older woman up to her tent, which was her small house where she could share a drink with her special guests. His berry-coloured, dry lips buzzed a melodious hum inwardly as soon as he stepped inside the middle-aged lady's tent.

"What are you humming?" The blonde inquired with immense inquisitiveness, vomited in her inquiry by ushering him to enter in the guests' room by glancing at the en-suite bedroom the king-sized bed, whilst he couldn't repress the lump, formed in his throat haphazardly by swallowing it hard at her question and when his pristine chocolate brown pools with its warmest chocolate pigment, pigmenting his pools. A boyish, sheepish smile kissed his lips.

"N-Nothing! I was just humming, Ms. Mars!" Timothy opted to show politeness as much as possible without disregarding her just as a licentious woman she used to be.

"Oh really? By the way you hummed, you're so cute!" Elsa's compliment flattered Timothy as they seated on the sofas against one another.

"Thank you, Ms. Mars!" His chubby, well-defined cheeks tinted ruddily as if the relentless winter glacial wind grazed his facial skin with its glacial climate. Mild vexation was painted across the German emigrant's porcelain, yet young-looking complexion, highlighting her facial features. "That's so kind of you!" Humbleness crafted his tongue with his velvety voice.

"Oh, Timothy! Stop calling me Miss Mars or whatever comes to your mind as a formal address to me!" She puffed a vexed sigh, flaring its oxygen from the top of her lungs as a jetpack by getting from the couch to prepare 2 empty, untouched glasses for liquor to treat her special guest tonight. "Am I clear?" Gamely wink was shot at him as a cupid arrow when she turned to him for a split second as a blissful, cocky grin honed up in the corner of her ruby-coloured lips.

"Okay, Elsa!" He bobbed his head in timid agreement, seizing his lips in a pensive, coy purse as his heart vigorously hammered in his ribs cage when the middle-aged woman was about to treat him with an alcoholic beverage. "I'm sorry for being too formal. I just,"

"Don't excuse yourself, Timothy! Feel special for being a guest in my tent tonight." Husky, wry chuckle zinged her lips as an endless soul dwelling out of a former mortal's corpse instantly. "What would you like to drink?"

"I don't want anything with any quantity of alcohol."

"Oh! Don't be too modest, Timothy! Wouldn't you like some whiskey at least?"

"Sure!" He gladly accepted so that to not test her patience with his stubborn rejects of alcohol's offer, whilst she removed the tap of the whiskey, consequently pouring its sinful, sweet liquor in 2 scotch glasses by handing him directly and afterwards holding her own scotch glass thereafter, resitting against him. "Thank you!"

"No need to! It's time to raise a toast for the special guest and the Freak show owner's night." They raised their scotch glasses with its potent liquor, without averting their gazes from each other, whereas the glasses clinked by colliding like foreign asteroids into the planets. "Cheers, Tim!"

"Cheers, Elsa!" Shortly after their glasses clinked, the both adults gulped wee sips of the sweet, sinful whiskey, throughout searing the corners of their mouth and delicate lips' skins, besides lacing their tongues with its insatiable yearn to savor more from the scrumptious, contagious liquor. "What made you to invite me over here by sharing a drink?"

"I hope you ask this question for first and last time, because I'll answer it right away without even hearing it coming from your lips ever again, okay?" Meantime, the British compatriot nodded excitedly as a curios child by licking greedily, gamely his lips after savoring once whiskey since it has been years when he savored any alcoholic beverage. "Good! So I've noticed that you're among the most active fan of mine or rather a fan of mine, who watches me every night without even getting tired." A sharp, aflared exhale constricted her brittle lungs, shortly before commencing with her rational monologue by sorting her blizzard of thoughts to come up with a reasonable response to his question that she promised wittily to give its honest and emphatic answer for last time. "I can notice how much do you support me and I'm making you a smile with my acrobat skills and singing, besides my family being a great addition to my show." In the interval, Timothy bobbed shyly his head, affirming her words as the sole truth that was cusping on the horizon without ebbing off. "And I can tell with your frequent visits, you're interested in me more than just a fan, if I'm not mistaking."

"How do you think?" Meanwhile, he quirked his thick eyebrow in perplexion, chewing on his lower lip by sipping once again the scotch glass of whiskey to diminish its embarrassment.

Temporal silence arched between the both adults as the singer arched elegantly her eyebrow, thrumming. "Hmm! Do not make me question your ogles and boyish smiles, Timothy, because it won't work!"

"I don't know how to say this, but I really like you." His face all flushed as pinkish clouds fogged the entire sky during the esthetic sunset. In the interim, he ducked his head in shame and bashfulness.

"At least, you said it and your smiles and stares prove it, Timothy!" The firm German accent accentuated her exclaimation, gulping a couple of tiny sips of the liquor that burned the corners of her mouth. "Do you truly mean all this?"

"Yes, I really mean it, Elsa!"

"I can sense your sincerity." Raspy, sarcastic chuckle emitted her bloody red lips, seconds before her painted lips grazed the glass of whiskey. "What would you put before me as priorities or so forth?"

"I-I don't have priorities, more superb than you."

"Oh, come on, shy boy! Spill the tea at least there's something more important than me, I bet!" Even when the singer's murderous sarcasm lingered on her tongue, mild jealousy constricted her chest at the thought of Timothy having priorities, more superb compared to the crush he had on Elsa. "I'm sure the silence is disagreeing with you."

"Urm, I had plans of joining the church by becoming the first Anglo-American Pope with huge ambitions to raise in the patriarchy, despite," The British aristocrat paused by swallowing hard again, squinting up his chocolate brown orbs at her hazelish-brown orbs, without averting them away. "Despite since I'm coming here to watch your shows, I immediately changed my mind. And I thought twice what's better than the power and the reverence you earn from the general population, just because you're a priest and then Pope if the work is absolutely hard through the years." In the meantime, the former promiscuous prostitute attentively listened to her guest without peeling a single word, in order to disrespect him as his self-conscious, honeyed voice with its firm British accent rang heavenly tunes into her ears. "I think the love is stronger than the reverence you've earnt and it's not just because you want it. It's just something that entirely changes you. From self-centered person, hungry for power and honor, you become selfless, caring and loving. I don't regret I haven't joined the church yet. It's," Timothy ogled at the older woman as a boyish, modest smile touched his lips with its gentle caress at the warmhearting words he spat as a cobra's venom. Elsa was profoundly touched by his words. He opted to not admire her ethereal beauty, although her honey brown pools were slyly scrutinizing his body language and each manner of his at the moment. "It's you. Thanks to you and the show, you've inspired many people, I wouldn't be here. I'd be now a priest."

Silence consumed them for a split second as Elsa guzzled the rest of the pooling alcoholic beverage.

"I'm so glad to hear that I changed your mind as soon as possible."

As they spent a half an hour in getting to know one another and sharing a handful of more glasses of whiskey, afterwards they felt their bodies being under the control of the alcohol, almost incapable of controlling themselves especially the younger man since he almost never drinks anything with any quantity of alcohol, whether small or big.

"Timothy! C'mere!" The German emigrant persistently ordered to her guest as she reclined on the sofa, maunevering him to come with her petite, creamy hand as an obedient, guiltless puppy.

When Timothy got from the couch by approaching Elsa, docilely following her instructions, he seated on the edge of the couch, looking up at her with a benevolent, sheerly innocent smile, cradling his pale-pinkish lips.

"What are we doing?"

"You will see what we're exactly doing." In the interval, impulsively the British aristocrat leant against the older woman as their faces' proximity was scarcely an inch. His warm, nonetheless whiskey-stained breath featherly brushed her facial skin, tickling her rubiscend tinted cheeks with its sweltering heat, crawled underneath its flesh.

"I've never felt this ever before."

"Don't be shy! Just feel like what it's natural for you."

All of a sudden, Timothy's baby pinkish, damp lips captured Elsa's rubiscund into a light, hardening kiss by shutting tightly their eyelids, melting into the kiss as his both colossal, amusingly warm hands cupped her cheeks in the palms of his hands, whereas Elsa's lean arms were clasped around his neck, being clung to him. Whiskey stained lips contacted by molting in its luscious lips. As their kisses grew ferociously aggressive, Elsa's tongue tip manipulated Timothy's to duel along in a choir until either of them plungs it. As their wet, liquor-stained tongues were dancing altogether, suddenly the blonde plugged hers into his mouth, deepening into a French kiss as the younger man's berry-coloured lips slithered from hers, indicating vertically until they peaked up to her neck. The middle-aged lady cocked back her head, giving him a better access to her pale as ghost, delicate neck as the light, loving kisses were peppered all over the flesh until they grew more savage as he used technically his teeth to nibble on the silkness. In the meantime, she muffled husky, quiet moans and groans, whilst her slim, adroit fingers were encouragingly playing with his dark hair.

"You're very amazing, Timothy! I didn't know a virgin like you would be such an incredible Romeo." The singer couldn't suppress a hoarse in low voice snigger, tickling the corners of her mouth. "Fuck yeah! You're doing wonders to me with these whiskey-stained lips, teeth and saliva."

Once he returned his lips up to her by faintly salivating her neck, subsequently he sealed her lips with his in a doting, feather kiss before withdrawing their faces by taking their time to admire one another's facial features.

"Oh whoa! That's undeniably wonderful." Timothy groaned in low voice satisfied.

"I can't disagree with you. I can really confess I like you too. Very much!"