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Will Ospreay x Darby Allin under the cut. I got a bit carried away.

Since I've committed to the bit, I was writing out a random idea while it was slow at work. Now I’ve got this. Oops. Apologies in advance, I haven’t written anything properly in forever and I haven’t written anything wrestling related and over a decade. Feel free to shoot me any other ideas for this ship, I love seeing them.

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I've been thinking about how the winter here is so much different than it is in England, so Will would probably come to love it, even when it's bitterly cold. He's in the US pretty much all the time now and it's a treat every time he gets to experience it.

This of course then makes me think of how Darby probably doesn't give a fuck if it's freeze your tits off cold outside wherever they are (Detroit, Canada, Minnesota, etc), he's gonna wear whatever whenever. He's not exactly someone who seems to have a preservation instinct of any sort.

Will, the caring himbo he is, cannot fucking stand it. Darby is small and thin and Will is convinced the man is gonna freeze to death because he's too fucking stubborn to wear a real coat. He won't even wear something that isn't sneakers! There's ice Darby, you're gonna break your fucking neck and not from jumping off a goddamn ladder!

First, Will tries a more passive approach. Helpful hints, keeping a closer eye on Darby, pestering him that he won't be good to anyone if he turns into a human popsicle. None of this works.

Will is not a man who gives up easily. Darby is notoriously stubborn. Well, I two can play at that game.

Will starts leaving hoodies with Darby’s stuff in the locker room. Darby, at first, thinks maybe somebody just left their stuff in the wrong place. It doesn’t long for him to catch on though and he isn’t impressed. He simply sets the clothing aside and goes about his business.

Will decides to take another approach. He doesn’t want to look like some sort of creep who goes rifling through other people’s belongings without permission so he makes sure to be quick about it, taking yet another hoodie and shoving it inside Darby’s bag so it’s not visible from the top. It’s silly but goddammit he’s committed to this.

That night, as Darby gets back to his hotel room, exhausted and sore, he isn’t really paying close attention as he unpacks his bag looking for a change of clothes.

The soft fabric is what he notices first. He pulls on it and finds yet another hoodie.

Fucking Ospreay. Doesn’t this guy take a hint? He doesn’t need to be mother henning over him like he’s a little boy.

Darby has to resist the urge to chuck the damn thing across the room. But it’s then he realizes something different about this particular hoodie.

Up until this point, Darby was pretty sure Ospreay was wasting money buying a bunch of hoodies that Darby was downright ignoring at this point because apparently he doesn’t have anything better to do.

But this hoodie, black and very soft with an Assassin’s Creed logo blazoned on the front in white (Darby internally rolls his eyes, what a fucking nerd), has clearly been worn before.

Derby hesitantly raises the fabric closer to his face, inhaling slowly. It smells like him, the bastard. Some sort of cologne. Not the fancy rich asshole type, something more mainstream, comforting almost. A little sweaty but also clean, like he’s worn it right after showering. It’s as if Will is standing right next to him and has just taken it off to give to him. Like he cares about him and there’s something between them. Like they’re together or some shit.

Darby growls to himself. He badly wants to punch Will square in his pretty face.

Some time passes. Will hasn’t seen much of Darby, just glimpses here and there. He has a feeling he’s being avoided, which he doesn’t like. He decides maybe it’s time to back off.

It isn’t until it’s another cold day outside another stadium that he sees Darby for the first time in what seems like that forever. This time, it’s Will who almost falls on his ass in the snow. Though even that wouldn’t stop the grin that spreads across his features.

Darby is wearing his hoodie. He’s actually wearing it instead of just freezing for no good reason. He’s still in thin jeans and some sneakers but Will doesn’t care, he’ll take it.

The hoodie hangs off Darby’s smaller frame but he doesn’t seem to mind.

Fuck, Will didn’t realize he’d look that cute.

Darby notices the bastard grinning at him and approaches, his expression as aloof as always, the hood over his head making him that much harder to read. Still, he stands close to Ospreay, though he doesn’t quite look at him.

“You proud of yourself?”

“Proud isn’t exactly the right word, I’d say. You uh, you do look good though. Maybe you should wear some of my clothes more often.”

Darby has no right moving as fast as he does but within a moment he’s grabbed Will by the scruff of his neck, fingers digging into as much of Will’s blonde curls as he can get his hand on. He yanks Will down to his height.

Icy blue eyes lock with his from beneath the hoodie. Darby bares his teeth and Will is trying to remind his brain this is serious, but all he can think about is how hot this has suddenly become.

“You are so lucky you’re charming or I’d have beat your ass for going near my things.”

Will only hears one thing. “You think I’m charming, huh?”

With his grip on Will’s hair, it’s easy enough to close that distance. Will’s hands reach out to grip Darby’s hoodie in his fists and pull him closer and he doesn’t resist, even as his teeth nip at Will’s lips. Of course his lips are as soft as they look and the kiss sends a jolt through Darby all the way to his fingertips.

A plum of frosty air escapes the moment they pull apart. Will is panting softly, lips flushed red, looking wild eyed. Darby finds that detail rather satisfying.

As Darby takes a step back, his eyes don’t leave Will’s face. “You know next time, if you’re gonna flirt with someone, you could just ask to take them out or something. Like a regular person.”

Will’s brows furrow together. “But you’d hate that.”

Darby’s lips turn up at the corner and he almost looks amused.

“You never know. Strange things happen around here all the time.”

Darby shoves his hands into the hoodie pocket, gaze still lingering on Ospreay before he turns and heads inside. Will can’t help noticing he actually avoids the patches of ice on the ground for once, as if he’s finally heeding Will’s warnings, even if it’s only this one time.

It’s not often that Will’s brain turns off. He always moving, always thinking. But right now, the only thing he can think about is how good Darby would look wearing more of his clothes. Or perhaps none at all.

He sighs. It’s gonna be a long night.

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I’m really gonna write a fucking Will Ospreay and Darby Allin fic aren’t I? Goddamn you Tony Khan.

(I guess if you’ve any specific ideas or what not, this is your sign to let me know. I haven’t written for this fandom in soooo long but here I fucking go.)

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I hope Brody gets weird and jealous that Ospreay is flirting with his bottom and tries to kill him for it <3

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Hmm... Because of Darby and Brody's weird frienemies-with-benefits thing they have going on, you think Brody would try to "vet" Will after finding out he and Darby like each other? In his own special way of course.

I can see that. It would probably be surprising to everyone, including Brody himself but he’s got that big, protective goth dad energy if that makes sense? He’s always the one to tag along when Julia is in a match. Everybody in the House are the type to observe and take note of everything going on with everyone and I can picture Malakai nudging Brody to draw his attention to Darby and Will and then immediately pretends he did not do that.

Brody doesn’t totally understand what is going on here. Will and Darby could not be more opposite. Buddy finds Brody’s sudden concern - ‘it’s not concern.’ ‘You’re a shit liar. You’re concerned.’ - for Darby’s wellbeing to be extremely funny since Brody has beat the shit out of him on a regular basis. Malakai acts if he’s above all this and uninterested. But he totally is.

I can almost see Brody going to Kyle before actually approaching Will and being like ‘what do you know about this? Are you and Ospreay still hate fucking? You can’t tell me you’ve been completely ignoring this’. Kyle of course acts all like ‘shut the fuck up like I care’ until Brody looms over him a little too intensely and then he’s like ‘no, we’re not fucking anymore.’ Well, if you’d just said that, Brody wouldn’t have felt the need to scare you, but that’s neither here nor there.

Will doesn’t really notice any of this. He’s just doing his thing, still flirting shamelessly with Darby and absolutely thrilled anytime he forces a smile out of him. He keeps a mental tally in his head.

Brody corners him seemingly out of nowhere and if Will towers over Darby, Brody towers over Will. He remembers their last meeting probably and his chest hurts thinking about it.

For a long moment all Brody does is stare, which is such a Darby thing but even when Will asks what his deal is, it doesn’t really help.

Finally, in that fucking deep ass voice that literally barked in his face not too long ago, says, “You ruin him, I ruin you.”

Will just blinks in surprise but it clicks after a moment and he’s sputtering ‘of course not, I’m not that kind of guy’. Brody sees the hint of panic and decides he’s probably telling the truth. He growls once in acknowledgment and turns away.

Not far away, Buddy sees the mix of absolute terror and relief on Will’s face once Brody walks away. He starts laughing until Malakai gives him a well placed elbow to the ribs. If Malakai is suppressing a grin, no one notices.

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Ospreay feels like a real cuddle bug, he's gotta at least be holding hands with someone or he'll go crazy

Meanwhile Darby is allergic to human touch, and just has to sit there like a cat with it's hair standing on end while Billy gets his fill

Not really an idea I guess but it popped in my head

No worries, I’m happy for the inspiration!

I was definitely thinking something similar. Will can’t even stand still, he seems like he’s always gotta be up in everybody’s personal space and there’s no way that man doesn’t love hugs. Also seeing him in a hoodie convinces me of that even more.

Darby meanwhile is allergic to people and wears the same coat and sneakers religiously and would rather launch himself off a roof than do the whole, bro hug, smiley social interaction nonsense.

So when people see him hanging around Will, they’re like ‘is Darby okay? Did he get a concussion?’ Then they see Darby wearing one of Will’s hoodies, which, when asked about, he just glares at whoever is asking until they go away and suddenly all of this makes a lot more sense.

Someone said peak grumpy sunshine in the tags and they’re exactly that. Will the excited puppy pulling a wet, squirming cat that is Darby out from under a dumpster. He smells and hisses and Will is smitten.

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I’m really gonna write a fucking Will Ospreay and Darby Allin fic aren’t I? Goddamn you Tony Khan.

(I guess if you’ve any specific ideas or what not, this is your sign to let me know. I haven’t written for this fandom in soooo long but here I fucking go.)

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I don’t even write fic for this fandom either but goddamn seeming Will carrying Darby out like he couldn’t bare to see him struggle is lowkey giving me some thoughts.

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To be fair, Darby is used to having an imposing guy at his back, except instead of a man who strikes fear into everyone by simply appearing, he has a guy who could be mistaken for a golden retriever in a past life. He went from goth boyfriend to sunshine boyfriend and I love that for them.

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Okay but Will just adopting Darby is way cuter than I expected? Literally my big golden retriever of a man has Darby save his ass one time and now Will is like, ‘I found this feral creature half dead in a dumpster. He’s now my best friend.’ He literally picked up his carcass and carried Darby out of the ring on his back. Will really can’t go too long without a feral little dude at his side, can he?

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Love that Taz is back on commentary and they haven’t actually said anything about it, at least on air? Like welcome back my guy but that’s a little weird considering they made such a big deal of it in regards to Hook’s thirst for revenge against Christian.

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Kofi has now been put up for adoption.

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I love that in Kevin’s absence, Sami has decided he’s going to take on the roll of being everyone else’s problem himself.

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Jimmy literally hobbling out there with a bum foot just to chase down McIntyre and beat him with a fucking crutch is the energy I’m here for. Get his ass, Big Jim.

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AEW Dynamite | 12.18.24

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Nostalgia is great and all and I am genuinely so happy that there’s another women’s champion now, but the rest of tonight meant very little to me otherwise. Obviously that’s just my feelings but with the way this was hyped up, it honestly felt disappointing and was just another excuse to shove the move of Raw to Netflix down our throat. Other than Chelsea winning, nothing of any real consequence or implication happened. Literally could’ve been another episode of the weekly shows, which is not at all how they billed it.

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I think Pat might have a thing for Finn. I don’t blame him of course, but he has mentioned Finn’s abs about three times now.