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Hold me close, protect me darling

Shane gets attacked in a ghost investigation, luckily he has Ryan to protect him.

Song fic to Love me Tender featuring Ryan with wings

Merry last day of November. Enjoy!

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Take my hand

It was an honest mistake. Shane didn’t think this place was haunted. It didn’t feel haunted like they usually do so he relaxed. He had fun taunting air and spooking Ryan. He felt invincible, untouchable.

That confidence lasted until he was halfway through his one on one sesh in the supposedly haunted bathroom. Shane had started upping his taunt game thinking he was safe. The air turned to ozone and the ground started to shake. Fear paralyzed Shane to the spot. He was aware of Ryan trying to get in but was helpless to help him.

A rotting figure of blood and bones rose from the floor. It was hunched over with disproportionate limbs. It’s teeth were narly and sharp.The creatures was a black as night, blending in with the shadows save for its pure white eyes.

Flashing Shane a smile, he rasped, “You wanna rock and roll? It’s on.”

It’s hand looked like a tree branch. Uneven and dented and rough. It seemed to grow forward enough to claw at Shane’s cheek. In turn, Shane let out a pain-filled screech. Ryan’s furious assault on the poor bathroom door grew ten-fold.

��What’s wrong now shane? Where’s all that bravado you packed in your speech?” It’s words were high pitched static that resembled human speech. A passing thought in Shane’s brain stated that it sounded like the spirit box.

Still completely immobilized, the demon gave a deep laugh and grabbed his wrist. It’s touch was strong and icy. At the same time, Ryan kicked down the door. Forcefully, he yanked Shane back behind him and spread his wings. The red and yellow wings were so large they practically shielded Shane’s entire person.

Ryan growled at the demon who glared back. Shane tried to calm down and comes back to his senses. When the demon tried to taunt Ryan like he did Shane, he just broke his arm off and blazed him to death. Shane has never been more grateful for Ryan’s lazer eyes. Quickly, Ryan grabbed Shane’s not broken hand and flew them quickly out of the house. His warm soft hand felt grounding. It was a great relief, a great soother. Shane clung to Ryan tightly as he flew them quickly to the car. They quickly got in and gunned it all the way home.

Take my whole life too

As they drove Ryan was stewed, focusing on their first meeting in an effort to calm himself down.

It was a nice warm November day. The leaves were changing color and the air was getting colder. Ryan was in the park, exercising. He was shirtless leaving his wings unfolded. Taylor Swift blared from his phone as he lunged. The burn of breathing felt nice. The stretch of his muscles was a relief.

Ryan was unaware of anyone else until a slightly deep voice pulled him back into the real world. “You, your wings, you’re gorgeous.”

When he turned around, a tall, lanky, white dude was gaping at him. He looked a little cute, the wide eyed mused hair look. Ryan smirked then used the tip of his wing to close his mouth.

“And you are staring.”

A deep red blush raced up the man’s face. Words raced over and jumbled over each other when the white dude opened his mouth. His long fingers scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s just your beauty… I thought the autumn leaves were pretty, they were nothing compared to your wings. They…” His words seemed to die on his throat. Nervously he scratched the back of his neck and avoided Ryan’s eyes.

Ryan laughed at his words. “What a charmer. Most people seem so superficial when they compliment me, you act like you mean it.”

The strangers nodded furiously. “I do, I do.”

“Well then, why don’t you tell me more over coffee.” Ryan grabbed the stranger’s arm and wrote his number on his wrist. “Name’s Ryan, I can’t wait to see you there...” Ryan trailed off to give the stranger a chance to give him his name.

“Shane! My name’s Shane.”

“Nice to meet you Shane.” Ryan flashed him a nice smile. It made Shane’s blush return full force. With that, Ryan flew away leaving behind a stunned and flustered Shane in his wake.

For I can’t help falling in love with you.

It seemed like love at first sight. They decided at a little coffee shop that sometimes held poetry slams. Ryan blow dried his hair and left it curly. He found a nice pink shirt and a pair of blue slacks. At 7:30 he left his apartment for the coffee shop.

Soft jazz filled the coffee shop. It was darkly lit by multi-colored stage lights. Shane was waiting for him at a table tapping his fingers nervously. He had on a starched white shirt and a pair of black slacks with matching black suspenders. Ryan took a moment to watch him softly before heading in. When Shane caught his eye a bright smile erupted on his face. It made Ryan flush as he pulled out a chair.

“This spot’s nice,” Ryan remarked casually.

“Yeah, they sell the best popcorn on poetry nights. I like to listen to the poets while I munch.”

Surprise etched onto Ryan’s face, “You like popcorn?”

“Oh yeah, baby, best treat ever!” Ryan let out a laugh as they started going into an hour-long in depth discussion about popcorn. It was, it felt comfortable, nice. He liked the way Shane’s mind worked.

Currently, right now, as Ryan pulled into their driveway, he did not like the way Shane’s mind worked. He led Shane to the couch while Ryan found the medical supplies. Luckily they still had the brace from the last time one of them sprained a wrist. Ryan got some painkillers and the first aid kit before heading back over to Shane. His boyfriend had a vacant look to his eye. He wasn’t speaking, barely moving except to cradle his broken wrist. Ryan took a seat by him and Shane turned himself towards him.

Quickly Ryan put the wrist in the brace before getting to work on the nasty face cuts. The bleeding had stopped considerably since it was cut. Shane’s shirt wasn’t salvageable, but better a lost shirt than a lost Shane. To lighten the mood Shane attempted to make a joke, “Least I’ll have a cool scar after this.” When he tries to laugh he hisses for the pain of the disinfectant.

Ryan stares him dead in the eye with a look that could’ve been neutral if it weren’t for the anger tinged sadness in his eyes. He says nothing and opts to keep cleaning his husband’s wounds. Shane sighs and squeezes his husband’s bicep. “I’m sorry,” Ryan quirks an eyebrow, confused. “I shouldn’t have made that joke or taunted tht demon.”

“I’m not mad, big guy, just scared the shit out of me. I’d tell you to be careful, but I think we both already know that.”

Shane tries to nod his head, but he forgot Ryan was still stitching up his wounds. He hissed in pain as Ryan took his chin in his thumb and forefinger and gently pulled it back down to eye level. Ryan let out a soft chuckle as he got back to stitching up Shane’s wounds.

“Thanks baby, I love you.” Shane whispered to his husband when he finished.

“I love you too.”

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