Hey there everyone! Let me do a little introduction on this since it's different than all of my other fics. Firstly, because it's a collaborative effort between me and cactus fluff. Secondly, because it's not a one shot like 99.9% of my other fics! Also, beware of some smut, malexmale relationships, intense drama, mpreg and character death. Yes, all that. Sometimes all of those at once, yes. But then there's also a LOT of fluff going on. So, stick around and hope you like it! The prologue is short, but wait around for the next chapter, things will be moving on then!
Disclaimer: Don't own, never will. We're just exploring "what if" scenarios.
† Prologue
"Honey, are you coming to bed?"
"Coming~!" Grell said in his sing-song tone. He was washing his face and braiding his hair like he did every night before going to bed. He had been together with Undertaker for quite some time, yet he was still the only man Grell would allow to see him without his makeup on. With it or without, Undertaker would still call him beautiful, so Grell stopped caring about it at one point - when he realized that Undertaker cared for him and not for his looks. That was probably around the time Undertaker slid that ring on Grell's finger and Grell did the same, a little gold band joining them.
"You look stunning as always, my lady." The mortician said. He was already in bed, sitting up, waiting for his lady - who was wearing a sexy short nightgown. He smiled at the red reaper like he did every time they went to bed together. It wasn't his usual creepy smile, but an adoring one instead, like they were first-time lovers, with the fascination of appreciating the one you love in their total nudity for the first time. The first time, every time, for years. And Grell loved that.
So Grell smiled back and joined him in bed, Undertaker making sure he was tucked safely under the covers before kissing his temple and turning off the lights, spooning him and drifting off to sleep next to him, both of their breaths stopping after a while. With time, their relationship had grown strong and secure. They didn't feel the need to have sex each day anymore, simply content with holding each other until they fell asleep. It was comfortable and safe.
In the morning, Grell would wake up to a steaming cup of tea or coffee and toast or a similar kind of breakfast and a loving smile from the undertaker. He'd have his breakfast in bed while Undertaker prepared his own. Of course, he was a reaper, so he had to go to work, and he'd leave while Undertaker was finishing up his breakfast or getting ready to open his shop - but Grell never forgot to kiss him goodbye.
At the end of the day, Grell would come home to Undertaker's loving arms. He'd cook dinner for both, they'd eat it together, and after a few hours they'd go to bed. It was a simple, almost idyllic life - but of course it wasn't perfect. Like any other couple, they argued sometimes, specially considering how strong both their personalities were, but those arguments usually ended in rough sex. It was just how they were. It was their little routine.
A routine that wouldn't last long, though. For better and for worse.