Sequel to this and won’t make much sense if you haven’t read that first. There could potentially be more to this at some point? Because I realized there are some things that I introduced but did not at all resolve, and I am enjoying exploring this dynamic between Will and Grell.
Just two more prompts to go. (And the rp reply. Sorry I’ve been flaking out on that, G. /o\)
“Tell me you’re staying, and you can see it every day.”
William wanted that, more than he would have ever believed half a century ago, and more than he would have admitted until quite recently. In his time away from London, he had found himself missing Grell rather quickly. He had been stationed in the sparsely populated Westfjords region of Iceland, with only a single, small Dispatch servicing the area. The reapers there had been friendly enough, but William had not expected to have to stay very long and had kept to himself at first.
As months stretched into years, however, he had found himself lonely. The feeling was foreign to him. Though he had kept mostly to himself in London, as well, he couldn’t remember particularly wanting to seek out company. He hadn’t needed to, with Grell around. She had always been there to pop into his office with a coffee when he had been at his paperwork too long, to needle him into attending holiday parties, to simply try to strike up conversations with him.
The work loads at Westfjords were much slower than he was accustomed to, leaving William plenty of time to think over his situation. Problem: he missed having what small semblance of a social life he had formed in London. Obvious solution: begin socializing with agents of Westfjords. Less obvious: how to socialize without Grell’s prodding.
He’d always thought he hated her meddling, and perhaps he had in the beginning, but over the decades it filtered into his routine, a thing to be expected. There were, of course, others whom he had spoken to and occasionally socialized with due to professional obligation, but he hadn’t needed to seek them out of his own accord. After some consideration, he had settled on creating a schedule to begin with. He treated new interactions no differently than appointments. They were important, and necessary to his job and his well-being.
In small increments, he had integrated himself into the close-knit Westfjords team. He began taking breaks with other supervisors, eating lunch with Collections agents, going out for drinks with different groups on shared days off. Though he had been awkward and stiff at first, he had found himself able to engage with the others somewhat naturally with a bit of practice. It was…pleasant.
Still, it was lacking. He genuinely liked his coworkers, but they were not his. London had thrown a motley assortment at him once it was clear that he was the only one who had any sort of rein over Grell. He had even come to care for some of them, in his way. None were so difficult to manage as she, but Grell was always different. She burned brighter than any other reaper, and life was pale without her vital, red spark hovering in his periphery.
He had found himself wanting to speak about her often, only to realize how many of his stories involved him striking her, and how he continually ignored her pleas to be referred to and treated as a woman. It was a desperately uncomfortable feeling, suddenly knowing how little care he had given to someone who was such a large feature in his life. He had vowed that when he returned to London, he would do his utmost to make it up to her.
He had his chance now, with Grell finally standing in front of him again, eyes alight with happiness.
“I have no plans to be elsewhere,” he said, mouth twitching into a hint of a smile of his own.
Grell pressed a hand to her chest and stumbled back to brace herself against her desk. “Oh~! You smiled. I didn’t know you knew how–I may not survive this.”
“It would be very inconvenient for you to perish now. I had rather hoped that I might accompany you to dinner.”
She positively squeaked at that, face flushing scarlet. “I must be dreaming.”
“This is real, Grell,” he said. “I…have spent quite a long time awaiting the opportunity to see you again. It came to my attention while I was away that much of my behavior toward you has been inexcusable. If you will allow me, I would very much like to make amends. I want get to know you properly and prove myself worthy of your regard, and perhaps of returning your lo–your… sentiments.”
Grell sank to the floor, one hand pressed over her mouth, the other clinging weakly to the edge of the desktop. “Wait, what? William T. Spears, did you just say you love me?”
It was William’s turn to flush. He had spent a great deal of time considering this question and still had no clear-cut answer. Love was a slippery concept when one had no basis for comparison. “I’m not entirely sure about that, but what I feel for you is not something I have ever felt for anyone else.”
He held out a hand to help her up, and she stood as if in a daze. “I’m still not convinced this isn’t a dream, but I shan’t waste any more time if it is. I’d hate to wake up before the night is over. Take me to dinner, darling.”
Did someone say university au? It was me. I said that.
Alan lifted his dampened tea towel from where he'd been pressing it to Eric's forehead. "Oh, god, it's still bleeding," he muttered.
"You only grazed me with that Xbox controller. It's really not that bad," Eric said, staring up at him, a bit crosseyed from proximity.
"It's still bleeding," Alan repeated, pressing the fabric back to the wound. It wasn't that bad, really, but it was his fault. He just got...a little temperamental and competitive when he was gaming. "This wasn’t how I planned our first date!"
Eric grinned. "So you admit it's a date!"
Alan froze. He hadn't meant to say that aloud. Just because he'd been thinking about Eric's long legs and broad shoulders and big hands and his stupid, gorgeous face practically since their first group history project together, it didn't mean he'd been planning anything. Certainly not going out for pizza and chips together to celebrate end of term, or coming back to Alan's tiny flat and sitting too close on the lumpy sofa, or climbing into Eric's lap and kissing him senseless. Not at all.
He hadn't actually asked Eric out any differently than he did for their usual hang-out times. And they hadn't gotten to the third part, anyway, because Eric had wanted to play Mortal Kombat when he'd seen Alan's old Xbox, and Alan's blasted competitive streak had rather literally come out swinging.
"Hey, it's...it's fine if that's not--if I read this wrong," Eric said when Alan didn't reply. He was still smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes anymore. "We can just be friends."
"No!" Alan yelped. "No, no. I want-- I meant--"
Fuck it all, words were useless. Alan grabbed Eric's face and kissed him hard.
for that shipping meme do kuroshitsuji pls!! (if ur still doing it i'm like 19hrs late)
OOPS sorry i got back so late i havent been on desktop all day
lowkey otp more like brotp but i love ciel and prince soma’s relationship they are bros 4 life (see also: Me x snake/grell/ronald/bravat)
highkey notp s/ebasciel and its ruining my life bc its the most popular ship in the fandom :’) i love their dynamic Platonically tho its so funny
[softly] don’t notp uh basically any pedophilic / incestual relationships :/ i guess i dont really like sebastian/grell either she deserves so much better
highkey otp but i’m scared of saying it because it’s not a very popular choice DOLL/CIEL…. more of a “doll has a mega huge crush on smile” and less of a “this is a healthy and requited relationship” :’’’’)
highkey otp and anyone on my tumblr knows it i didnt like it until i watched will’s ova but im grellium trash whoops
1: sexuality headcanon - she is 95% straight and 5% I can never decide exactly how I feel about her relationship with Angelina
2: otp - these days it's about a 51%-49% split between Grelliam and Eric/Grell
3: brotp - Grell + Ronald
4: notp - Sebastian/Grell, because she deserves better and I cannot find any way for it not to be awful other than if she pulls a Salome and, like, murderizes him and kisses his disembodied head.
5: first headcanon that pops into my head - Grell and Eric being friends with benefits, because reasons
6: favorite line from this character - probably when she's introduced in the second musical and corrects Will on her pronouns. "Kare ja nakute! Ka-no-jo~!"
7: one way in which I relate to this character - this one is what took me so long to do this meme, because I kind of think I don't relate to her much? She is quite the singular creature, after all. But surely there's something, or I wouldn't have fallen for her so hard--it's just something I don't seem to have an identifiable concept for atm.
8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - every time she's relegated to comic relief by someone who doesn't understand how amazing she is and that there are much better ways to deploy her.
9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? - lbr, she's definitely a problematic fave.