A Water’Verse Head Canon
Greyson Holmes met Alec Trevelyan at the wedding of his nephew, Rembrandt (aka: The Quartermaster), and James Bond. Though in some ways still grieving the death of his wife a year prior, there was something about the intelligence operative that caught his attention. Cheeky. Sexy. Captivating. Greyson couldn’t deny the attraction between them, so when the sexy shite leaned over in his chair at the reception dinner and whispered in Greyson’s ear, “I’d like to fuck you til that sad look disappears off your face,” Grey barked a laugh, finished his spoonful of trifle, made his excuses, and he and Alec spent the weekend -- and all the days since -- making sure that look never returns.












