Titanic (WillNExMemeulous)

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debating giving the two a happy ending cause they deserve it. comment what you think, still unsure if I should stick to the angsty sad ending or not. maybe I'll make two versions. dunno, so let me know, thanks xx

i've been meaning to cry about something other than the impending thought of death,

Also tw; slight mention of gore and violence as well as mentions of discrimination between 1st and 3rd class yeah it's about to get spicy

last edited- 7•22•19

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Morning light filtered through the small window of the cabin, bathing the two sleeping figures in the corner with warm orangish hues. George was comfortably nestled between Will's arm and chest, relaxed and breathing in Will's almost flowery spring scent. Will was rested on his back, gently stroking George's stomach as he slept, a few tiny snores escaping his mouth.

The night before, the two planned to simply sleep for a couple minutes, as some sort of power nap, but unfortunately Will forgot all about that plan and remained asleep. George didn't, but he didn't feel like leaving Will alone and instead dozed off once more in the comfort of Will's warm embrace.

The two didn't care about the consequences. It was all about them in these moments, and the two were too exhausted to even care what the others aboard the ship would think of their relationship. George managed to hush Will's worrying when he brought up fears of getting George disowned, telling him he didn't care what his family thought of him.

And now, here they were, cuddled up against one another with absolutely no regrets, ready to face whatever challenges they met the next day.

"Ugh... five more minutes. Please..." Will groaned as George attempted to shake him awake.

"Absolutely not! We've overslept! Alex and my parents are probably looking all over the place for me!" George whispered frantically, continuing to nudge his lover.

"Hey, hey..." Will soothed, opening his eyes just enough so he could see George. "... last night we promised to face whatever happens because of this ordeal together, right?"

George groaned a bit. Right. Their drowsily thought out plan. Despite not being drunk the night before, George sure did feel like he was hungover, and he especially could not remember much of what happened last night. All he clearly remembered was kissing Will like his life depended on it. Maybe it was possible to get drunk on someone else's lips?

George shook his head, clearing his thoughts and focusing back on Will. "Right." He answered, although his voice lacked his usual confidence.

Will quickly caught on, resting a hand on George's shoulder. "You'll be okay. We'll be okay."

Will lifted himself up off the bed with a small grunt, connecting his lips to George's. George quickly tugged back, knowing they didn't have much time left. He knew how anxious his parents get when he doesn't show up to breakfast.

"Come on, then!" George muttered, tossing on his disguise.

The two of them hurried out the door, closing it shut behind them, then raced down the corridors and practically launched themselves up the stairwell, racing past panicked looking pedestrians and guests.

"'Scuse me! Pardon me! Sorry about that, Miss!" Will kept screaming every time George shoved someone out of the way without any apology. "Jesus, George, slow down!"

George simply shook his head, continuing on with his previous behavior. Once they reached the top deck, George had no trouble immediately sprinting away from Will to the point the taller male was gasping for breath as he remained close to his smaller companion.

"George!" He wheezed, stumbling a bit when George finally stopped.

They stood behind a wall, and George whipped his head around the corner to see his parents and a frantic looking Alex discussing something quietly with a member of the crew.

"How have you not seen him?!" George's father demanded angrily. "He was supposed to be here last night and it's 3pm now!"

George inwardly cringed; three pm? They really did oversleep.

"Sir, that seems like an issue with your son, not the crew. Plus, you said he was what, 18? I'm sure he's fine with making his own decisions, and I'm sure he didn't throw himself overboard." The crewman explained, an unamused frown placed on his face.

George cringed again when he saw the hurt on Alex's face. "But he tried to throw himself overboard the other day! He could've tried to do it again!"

George had had enough when he heard his parent's shocked gasps and tiredly revealed himself. He had managed to get Will to stay behind, knowing his parents would kill him if they saw him with a third class man, but he promised Will he'd go see him later on.

"George!" Alex screamed with relief, wiping the hot tears from his cheeks.

He collided quickly with George, smashing the smaller boy into the ground. "George!!"

George couldn't help but dispel a heavy breath, one he had felt like he had been holding forever, and hugged Alex back. "Sorry for scaring ya. I overslept on a lower deck of the ship."

Alex looked a tad bit confused as he pulled back. "Why were ya on the lower deck?" He asked.

"Oh! Uh... talking with friends? Making fun of those stupid old third class rats, yeah!" George said with a forced grin.

Little did George know, Will was still listening intently in, and the words he heard were not appealing.

"Yeah I had fun with some lads smashing some of their heads in with wine bottles," George forced a laugh.

"Oh." Was all Alex said.

George knee Alex wouldn't be too proud of that, knowing his kind nature, but he knew how his parents despised the third class and considered them a 'plague' of sorts, and his words would definitely appeal to them. So, George kept it up. He went on and on about the blood he had spilt downstairs, up until the part where he got so drunk he couldn't even stay awake.

Luckily, his parents seemed to accept his explanation, and George finally felt like he was off the hook, until he turned around and saw Will, who looked horrified and angered.

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hoes are indeed mad

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