"Excellent!" He laughed victoriously as he turned to leave and you smiled and walked inside. You felt an uncut sense of happiness as you did so, like a glittering jewel had been unearthed in your heart, taking the place of the dullness which had pre...
{Heyyyyyy bitchesss! Haha. Nahhhhh I don't mean that pejoratively. I've just enjoyed that word a little too much recently for someone my age/level of maturity (I'm not that old. xD) I wanted to do a Christmas one shot (I haven't done one for a specific reason/holiday in while so I thought it'd be cool to do one today!) and initially, since Levi from Attack On Titan is one of my OG weeb-trash-never-get-a-real-man crushes and it is widely known his birthday is on December 25, I was like 'imma do one with him', but then I was like 'nah you know what? I should make one with William T. Spears. There's gonna be a billion Levi oriented things on here tomorrow. Gotta do something hipster-y and lame instead.' Thus, I give thee, my hipster-y lame story about a guy who I pray to the Good Lord does not share my potential future husband's last name. I came dangerously close to a few people similar in age and more than decent in looks with that surname in Europe. Pls. Jesus. Don't let me be Brittany Spears. Aight. Lame personal shit aside, let's go one shot, let's go!}
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Snow softly twirled around your feet, light airy petals flowing into the night as it spun through the streets, carried on effortlessly by the chilly winter winds. You clutched a tall, heavy, motorised spear -a repurposed bayonet- gritting your teeth in agitation, breathing angrily, consistently raising your arm to wipe the fog from your spectacles. Why were you working, again? It was Christmas. You deserved a night off, especially this one.
You did die today. The Devine really was a cruel, ironic savage, wasn't He? The Holidays were always met with a surplus of suicides. You were aware of that- how someone who dealt with depression and isolation all year could find its most overhyped, sentimental day so off-putting. It was all tea and sunshine when you had a family, or even just one present to make the holiday matter. Love was a gift in and of itself. Hope was worth more. Even if you had nothing, no home, no money, but you had faith, you could stop yourself from doing it. That's why you couldn't. That's why you didn't make it. You never saw the sunrise on Christmas morning all those years ago.
You didn't want to work today. You deserved to at least try to forget about what it meant to you, but you knew that was the price you had to pay for what you did. All reapers knew that.
Your partner sure understood. You gritted your teeth as he spoke. "We won't be finished quickly tonight, so do me a favour."
He turned to face you, and you resisted the urge to snarl, seeing absolutely no trace of condensation on his glasses. "Will-"
He cut you off. "{Y/N.}" You braced yourself for another lecture, more likely than not one with far too many already researched peer-reviewed facts, both scientific and pseudo-scientific all at once. You were both charged with harvesting souls. Being part of the Reaper Dispatch wasn't what humans would call rational, but somehow this guy knew his stuff before you even had the chance to start on your homework. "I'm sorry."
"What?" You only just noticed you'd been leaning against your lance. How tired were you? You'd slept an adequate amount of time. Mental strain didn't usually get to you as much as it used to. "What for?" Did he make some error? If so he would not be happy about it.
