Grelliam- The Surrogate part1 (Mod AU)

"Will, dear, have you seen my earrings? I placed them on the nightstand last night!" Grell shouted to her husband.

The other reaper was carefully shaving the slight stubble that had accumulated from a few weeks of self-neglect. He sighed as he heard his clumsy wife stumble around their bedroom, looking for jewelry that he'd carefully put away, "In your jewelry box, Grell. Where I always put the jewelry you leave lying around."

"Thank you, love!" The redhead slid across their bed to nab the velvet box from nightstand. Then promptly fell, allowing the contents of the box to scatter across the floor.

William sighed, knowing that if he let this go on any longer the poor woman would be in tears before they'd even left. The reason his beloved was so flustered was simple; she was excited to have a baby. Of course, she herself couldn't bare the child (although she'd marked her first year as a 'full woman' the month before). So they'd been searching for a surrogate. Reapers hardly ever had children, the life of a reaper was a sad one. But the stern man had not had the will to keep his wife from that joy. They'd gotten the call from the clinic the night before, and Grell had been anxious and frantic since.

The dark haired shinigami stepped out of the bathroom, sighing as he found Grell staring dejectedly at her scattered accessories. He shook his head and walked over to comfort her. The poor woman could only lean into her husband cover her face with her hands.

"Oh, Will... It's finally happening."

"Yes it is. And I think now isn't the time to be crying on the floor. We have an appointment in an hour, and you still haven't decided what to wear."

"Oh, darling you're right! I haven't the slightest idea! Should I wear my housedress? The one with the polka dots? Oh, dear, maybe that's too much. Perhaps my blue jeans and that red blouse you got me for Christmas... hmm... What do you think, dear?"

Will chuckled, a once rare sound but one that was becoming more and more common as the years went by, "I'm not sure, Mrs. Spears. I enjoy seeing you in much less appropriate clothing..."

Grell laughed and smacked his shoulder, "Darling, I'm serious. Now isn't the time to be fooling around."

"Perhaps now is the time." he replied, pulling her closer. He was always surprised by how alive the bratty redhead could make him feel. Especially given their previous relationship.

Grell giggled once more and happily snuggled into her husband's grip, "Of course it isn't. Like you said, we have an appointment in an hour."

"Hmm, but we will have far less time once we have an infant to look after."

"We have months until then."

"Grell, we both know how involved you are going to get when we meet this woman."

"What are you saying?"

"I simply want to make sure you're completely ready for this."

Grell sighed and turned to face William, "Darling, I've had decades to think about this. Over a century to reach this point. I'm fully prepared. Yes, I might be emotional and frantic, but what else can you expect from a woman who is soon going to have the last piece of her dream be fulfilled? What I think is that you are the one who isn't ready."

William tensed up. He'd always been one to turn away from truths he didn't want to see. That was why it had taken so long for him to form a proper relationship with Grell. But he'd been working on that. So he had to admit that, yes he wasn't ready. He was absolutely terrified of being a father. Especially when his own experience with his father had lead to him becoming a grim reaper in the first place.

Grell pouted, and took her husband's face in her hands, "William T. Spears. You were my supervisor, my team leader, my coworker, and now my husband. You have proven time and time again that you can handle a role of leadership. And besides, before you were alone. But you have me now. We'll do this together. That's what it means to be married, right?"

The reaper frowned, "Hmm... perhaps you are right."

"Of course I'm right. The woman is always right, even when she's wrong. Now come on. We've got a lot to do and very little time."

Another chuckle, "As you wish, Madam Spears."

I'm a dork. This is one of my OTPs. I know Will feels very ooc. It makes sense in my headcanon. I have little backstories for how/why all the little reapers killed themselves to become reapers. My thing with Will is that his father pushed him towards perfection and such. One day he snapped under all that pressure, and now has to constantly face death as shinigami (I am not fond of using the term "grim reaper" with this fandom for some reason... probably because there are just some things I associate with words in certain languages)

Sebascliff-The Wedding1 (Mod AU; I don't know what to do for BassyxGrell ship name. Help me, beloved community)

"Bloody hell, Sebastian! What is this mess?" The younger demon grumbled as he stepped into his kitchen. His servant/mentor was leaning over a pile of papers, jumping between stacks of documents with his spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, my lord. You're up earlier than expected. The music didn't wake you, did it?"

Only now did Ciel hear the faint sounds of the smooth jazz Sebastian was so fond of, "Not in the slightest. I just had a nightmare. Honestly, what in the bleeding fuck is going on in here?"

"A nightmare? Would you like me to fix you something? Full Moon Drop, perhaps?"

"No, what I'd like is for you to tell me what is going on in here!"

"Oh... this.. well... you see..."

"Sebastian Michaelis, if you do not answer me by the count of three, God so help me I will smack you."

The butler flinched from the threat, not out of fear, but because he was surprised that his little master had jumped to physical violence so quickly They'd been working hard on that, "It's nothing really important my lord... just... plansforthewedding."

"PLANS FOR THE WHAT?!"

"You see, I didn't really want to tell you quite yet. Because I know you aren't particularly fond of such events."

"Whose wedding?" the child asked with a glower.

"Mine, my lord. Nothing to worry about."

The child immediately relaxed. He'd been afraid Sebastian was trying to marry him off. Again.

"You and the freak are finally tying the knot, huh? Cute. How does he- fuck!- she feel about you making the plans?"

Sebastian chuckled as the boy corrected himself. He had honestly been trying to use the proper pronouns with Grell, even when she wasn't around. It was hard, centuries of knowledge turned on its head, but the elder was glad to see that his charge was making an effort. He shrugged, "I don't think she knows. In fact, I think she's planning the wedding in her own way right now."

"What? Why? You two are strange."

"I know it's common for the bride to plan the wedding, but I'm not going to just let her have complete control. It is my wedding too, after all."

"Hmph. You do have a point. What are you working on now?"

"Your outfit."

Ciel sighed. Over a hundred years later and Sebastian still insisted on picking out his clothes, "Why?"

"Because I want the best man to have something a little different from the rest of my groomsmen."

"Oh." The boy pulled up a stool and peaked over his servant's shoulder, "Wait, I'm going to be your best man?"

"Obviously."

"Shouldn't Will or Ronald do that?"

"My lord, do you really think I want William anywhere near my wedding plans?"

"I thought you were getting on better with him."

"That doesn't mean I'm going to let him help with much of anything. At least for my side of the wedding. Grell might very well make him her Man of Honor."

"Instead of a Maid of Honor?"

"Exactly. I don't care either way. As long as he stays away from my bachelor party."

"Sebastian, how am I supposed to plan your stag party when I don't even look old enough to walk past a strip club."

"You'll figure it out."

"Sometimes I really hate you."

"Then perhaps I should make Ronald my best man."

"Hmph. I didn't say I didn't want to do it."

Sebastian laughed, "That is true."

"Shouldn't you be asking me for permission before you run off and marry someone?"

"Why, are you jealous?"

Ciel rolled his eyes, "Not in the slightest."

Sebastian chuckled, "My lord, it isn't the 1800s. It is 2016, in fact, and I honestly doubt any sort of servant still asks their master for permission to marry. Hell, some children don't even ask their parents."

"Well, some parents ask their children."

"What are you implying?"

"Well... shouldn't you tell me something beforehand."

"I did tell you I was thinking of proposing."

"Yes, four years ago!"

Sebastian couldn't help but laugh, "Ciel, are you afraid that I won't be around as often if I get married?"

"Well... married couples usual move in with each other and all that. I don't know what you two are planning. I just think it would be nice if someone let me know these things before they started planning."

"Young master, I will still be your ever present butler even when I get married."

"Hmph."

"And what were you implying with your comment about 'parents ask their children'?"

The young demon blushed and slid off his stool, "I think I'm going to go off to bed."

"Were you trying to say that you think of me as your father of sorts?"

"I'm awfully tired all of a sudden."

"Ciel..."

The boy paused in his attempt to avoid answering uncomfortable questions by slinking back into his room, "Well... it just.. we're like a little family... and..."

Sebastian sighed and opened his arms. Ciel pouted and shuffled over to his mentor, and the two shared a tight hug.

"No matter what, my lord, you are my first family. Things will change, I will not lie about it. But we will still be as close as we've always been."

The little demon pressed his face into Sebastian's shoulder and mumbled, "Promise."

The elder felt a small burn on the back of his hand. He glanced down at the glowing contract mark, "I promise."

Ah, yeah these two also feel a little ooc. But, oh well. I'm tired and I wanted to write something cute. Here, y'alls go! I like the idea of those two being a little family. Thaliaarche, I will be playing around with the Sebascliff wedding thing quite a bit more... I love the idea and I'm gonna have a lot of fun with it...