A birthday gift for my best friend
~ Happy Birthday you amazingly awesome person! :'D
and I decided to work together to make something for her. They wrote the mini-fic to accompany this picture! It's from the ship arc in the manga where Will comes to save the day. He rescues Ron first, guys, just sayin'.
This is the lovely little drabble they wrote:
William T. Spears, as the boss of the Shinigami Dispatch Association, always had the responsibility laid upon his shoulders of the lives of the people that worked beneath him. Every time he sent out someone there was always the possibility that they may never come back. It was one of the many reasons he always refused to bring his emotions into work.
But this specific mission made him feel a prominent heaviness in his chest ever since he sent out the people he was closest to on this mission. It was a cruise ship covered in unfortunate undead souls with rouge Shinigami behind it, it was just a mission he could only give to those he trusted most to undertake. One of those people was a person he had loved for a long time: Ronald Knox.
Still, he was mainly a desk worker now, he could not go and oversee the mission to ensure Ronald’s safety no matter how anxious and agitated he was.
However, when the ship went down that was when William knew he finally had to go. He not only had to retrieve his employees but he was also extremely worried, although it did not show on in his expression when he left.
It was finally revealed upon his face once on the boat and his eyes landed on Ronald’s crumpled form in the icy water. He leaned over the edge of the boat, pulling the younger Shinigami carefully from the water and into the boat, head in William’s lap. The senior Shinigami wiped the wet hair from Ronald’s injured face as his fingers trembling as he tried to keep calm in the current situation. He could not remember the last time a situation had threatened him to lose his calm demeanor to near-panic attack of worry.
William had never seen Ronald look so beat up and managed in all of their years of working together. The younger Shinigami’s face was bruised all over, his cheeks were swollen and his lips were cut up and bleeding. His glasses were broken here and there and his uniform was ripped up where something had cut through it to the skin. With the uniform as ripped and bloody as it was, William could not imagine how Ronald’s body must look like beneath the cloth.
Leaning down he kissed his forehead tenderly as his trembling hand cupped the seemingly unconscious male’s cheek. He was utterly surprised some when he heard:
William pulled back, “Knox, you are…” he began.
Ronald finished with, “…still kickin, you’re not gonna be able to get rid of me that easily.”
William didn’t necessarily smile; there wasn’t really a way to clarify what the corners of his mouth did as they tugged upwards. He was concerned and happy as well as a plethora of many other emotions; his inexperienced ability to outwardly express the emotions was not keeping up with how fast his brain was working.
Ronald reached his hand up and cupped William’s cheek with his wet gloved hand, patting his cheek some, “I’ll be fine.”
William cleared his throat some, “Yes, well, of course you will be now that I am here to remedy the situation as always.”
Ronald moved to readjust himself, wincing slightly as he propped himself up.
“Knox do not move, you will only succeed in making your wounds worse,” William scolded but there was a surprising lack of authority behind it. His relief was too great to fully assert his full boss personality towards his underling as he kissed Ronald’s forehead a second time. It did not help that all he noticed the whole time that he was speaking that Ronald’s gaze was locked on one place: his lips.
Ronald kissed him.
William kissed back, tasting the blood and sea salt on Ronald’s lips as they kissed, forcing him back into reality and to place his hand on Ronald’s chest, slowly pushing him back, “cease that immediately, you are injured. Your wounds are bad enough already.”
“So?” Ronald asked.
William quirked his eyebrow in response, “Honestly Knox, I do not know what to do with you sometimes. After your wounds are tended to and we are not in the middle of the freezing ocean, it is only then we can do such intimate things,” his other hand wiping the hair from Ronald’s forehead again with skilled fingers as he avoided the bruises already forming from things he did not even want to know about.
Ronald took in a deep breath, closing his eyes again as William begin to stand back up, and whispered, “Well, let’s get going then so we can warm me up.”
William visibly trembled, it was made very evident by the rocking boat when he stood and looked to Ronald, who seemed to have fallen unconscious again but William watched Ronald’s chest rise and fall from even breathing for a full minute before letting his eyes turn back toward the chilly water.