Ok so! I consider this to be more of a selfcest adjacent idea, since they obviously are not the same person, however for all intents and purposes, it’s selfcest haha. But the idea first stemmed back at the end of last season (when I realized I have a certain fondness for pretty blonde hockey players like Will, Eky, Esa, etc…) and has only grown over the months/ year. I think I talked about it a bit on my old blog but alas here we are on this new one. So let me introduce you to my baby. I don’t think this is everything, but it’s what I can think of at the moment, and I am very excited to post this rough idea haha. Sorry it snowballed into something so large
Will knows he is beautiful, he knows that compared to not just the average hockey player, but any person he is beautiful. He is muscular but not overly so, he’s sunkissed and has pretty blonde hair, and big blue eyes that he can bat and will give a smile that shows just enough dimple that has everyone fawning over him. Will knows he has a face that no one can say ‘no’ to. Will is not a narcissist, he googled it once when Leno caught him looking at his reflection too long back in the program, but he might be a bit vain. Not that he cares. God made him beautiful, it’s only right that he spends extra time to admire himself, and looks good enough to let others admire too.
If he could, he would fuck himself. Sometimes videoing himself and watching it back, or planting himself in front of the floorlength mirror in his bedroom isn’t enough and just leaves him with unsatisfying orgasms. If technology could do it, he would make a carbon copy of himself to cart around everywhere, to sleep with, to fuck, to intertwine with his life so tightly that people wouldn’t be able to tell who the real Will is. But it wouldn’t matter, because they are one in the same.
“Of course God loves you, Will. He loves you more than you know, and when you pray, God will listen and answer.”
It’s what Will heard all the time growing up, from his parents, from the teachers at school, his priest at church, from his godparents, from anyone he asked “Does God really love me? Will he respond?” Will prayed all the time, he prayed for hockey, for good grades, for his family, for good food, and the older he got the more pointed his prayers became. He prayed to make it to the NHL, that his parents and sister can retire happily, he prayed to find his other half, and he really prayed for technology to advance quickly so he could have a copy of himself to stick by his side.
For a while Will thought it all would go unanswered. Then God finally responded.
He got drafted.
His mother retired.
Grace met a nice man who treats her well and has enough money that she doesn’t have to work if she doesn’t want to.
His father can retire if he wants to, but chooses to stay busy.
BC won the beanpot.
Then Will actually made the sharks roster, he became an NHL player.
And because Will is one of God’s favorites, he even spoiled him a bit.
He met William Eklund and didn’t even need the advancement of technology.
Eky who is also a forward, has the same name as him, who has curly blonde hair and blue eyes, and big pretty dimples when he smiles too.
Will using Eky’s license to order drinks before he turned 21 was such a good starting point that Will couldn’t help but swipe his fingers through the possibilities and taste what they can turn into. It took months of work and perhaps with Fabian getting traded Will should have been more sympathetic to his fellow William, but mostly he was just relieved the distraction was out of the way. In fact, Will should really send Mike Grier a thank you card.
Will didn’t latch himself onto the generational talent, and mold their friendship on and off the ice for nothing. It was all part of the plan. Sure, he was drafted as a center, but William isn’t a center and it would be harder to convince the team and train him to be one, so Will took one for the greater good and made sure he can be a winger. They don’t play on the same wing or line, but that’s okay. At least it’s the same position, and the team still benefits.
It was the right move to convince everyone to move him to center anyways, especially since they have Misa now, and with Macklin’s excitement of getting to play with Will on his line, his voice of support was a big help.
It was pretty smooth sailing from there. The first thing was Will started spending more time with William by inviting him over to try his food or accepting his invitations to grab lunch. Knowing the other's preference for food and drinks is basic information, and William seemed to be on the same page. They would order meals they both liked and split it and order the same matching drinks. When they have team dinners they would have identical plates of food and the same drinks in hand.
Then it was their clothes. Will knew that would be the easiest part of everything. Hockey players are simple creatures, suits, well now casual clothes, for games, athleisure for everything else. He was grateful that they have similar styles, and even more grateful that they have a similar color palette. Shopping for clothes together has become a fun thing just for them, buying similar, if not matching outfits to wear. Though Will tries not to get too angry with God for not making him shorter so he can wear Williams pants, but for now he will settle for them swapping shirts, briefs, socks and shoes.
The more time they spend together, the easier it is to pick up each other's habits. If he gets embarrassed William now starts to cover the side of his face like Will, or picks at his cuticles. In turn, Will has started tucking imaginary stray hairs behind his ear and rapidly blinks like William. Will has adjusted the gait of his walk too to match William’s, and he’s noticed that William has started to tap out the beats of songs that he listened to recently when scrolling through his phone.
William even takes the time to start teaching Will Swedish.
It’s become so easy, melting into each other so much that even the team begins to question where one ends and the other starts. William will laugh tightly when the team throws out a joke, but underneath the table he presses his knee against Will’s and breathes a bit easier when Will presses back.
It’s over New Years that all their hard work pays off. It’s after the game, before the clock runs down and the two of them have snuck away from the group. William had planned to go out clubbing with some of the guys and their partners, but ultimately decided to come to Reavo’s. They’re hiding in one of Reavo’s spare bedrooms. Will isn’t sure who leans in first, but like an invisible string their hands tangle briefly before roaming to explore each others bodies. They don’t have enough time to fully drink it in, but it’s a promise that soon they will. Before they head back, William tugs at Will’s sleeve, stopping him from reaching for the doorknob and jerks his head to the mirror above the dresser. “Look.” Looking back at them is them, in matching outfits, messed up curls, and matching blushes with equally red lips.
“Perfect.”
It doesn’t take long for them to start fucking after that. Too obsessed, too vain to hold back. Whispered compliments, moans of pleasure, mirrors on every wall, sometimes a camera for them to watch it back.
There is no room for separation. Because at the end of the day Will is William and William is Will.
