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Ianās not a weirdo or anything, itās just his neighbour across the narrow alleyway doesnāt have curtains in his living room so Ian can see right in. Heās not spying on him or anything but itās kinda hard not to look.
And ok, maybe Ian has to move his curtains a bit to see him but itās not weird.
Itās not.
He doesnāt know this guyās name. He tried to say hello once when he saw him outside but the guy just gave him the finger.
Rude. But Ian canāt lie, heās into that.
The guy is hot. Tattooed hands and pretty blue eyes. Great arms. A perfect ass.
So, maybe Ian is a little bit of a creep because the guy always walks around in just his boxers when heās at home. But Ian could swear that the guy has looked directly at him a couple of times so heās pretty sure that the guy knows heās being watched and apparently doesnāt give a shit.
Itās kind of thrilling.
āāā
Heās a drug dealer - Ianās seen him rolling joints, bagging weed and counting handfuls of cash. And he loves horror movies - it seems to be all he watches. The volume so loud that Ian can sort of hear the screams sometimes.
Ianās probably getting a little bit obsessed because itās not just that he jerks off to thoughts of this guy, he also daydreams about sitting next to him on the couch, shifting closer and closer till heās flush against him, maybe slipping one arm around the guyās shoulders, leaning in for a kiss as some teenager gets chased by a monster on the tv.
Heās being ridiculous. Heās picturing boyfriend time when he doesnāt even know this guyās name or if heās even gay.
āāā
Ian could just go over there and ask him out. But what if heās not gay? Ianās not sure heāll get a polite response from Mr. Tattooed-Knuckles-Guns-On-His-Coffee-Table-Violent-Horror-Movie-Watching-Drug-Dealer. This is the South Side and Ianās not stupid.
Still. Heās so desperate to know. Maybe heāll get a hint, some kind of subtle indication that the guy is gay.
And as if by magic. He does. Except itās not a hint or a subtle indication. Itās the equivalent of a flashing neon sign.
The guy is on the couch when Ian takes a look one evening. In his boxers. Looking hot as fuck. Itās nothing out of the ordinary until he turns on the TV. Ian expects him to put on a horror movie but he doesnāt. Itās something else. A TV show maybe?
No. Wait. Not a TV show. And the guy is slipping his hand into his boxers. Thereās two guys on the screen. And holy shit, itās porn. Gay porn. It takes Ian a second to notice the top has red hair and the bottom has black hair. His frozen to the spot, just staring.
Is that a coincidence orā¦..?
The guy turns, one hand still stroking himself, looks Ian dead in the eye and fucking winks.
Ian ducks down in shock and sits on the floor. Heart beating wildly. He sits up, peering over the bottom window sill. The guy is focused on the TV, jerking off. Ian shouldnāt watch but he canāt stop.
When the guy finishes, he turns back towards Ian and gives him the finger as he laughs.
Ianās embarrassed. Heās more than a little bit turned on. And a little bit confused - is the guy fucking with him or is he into him?
āāā
He doesnāt see the guy again for a few days. Which is weird, heās usually home. He doesnāt seem to have much of a social life.
Ianās about to get ready for bed when out of the corner of his eye - something catches his attention. The light has come on in the guyās living room.
Heās back. And heās in terrible shape - battered and bruised and covered in blood. He hangs onto the doorframe before slumping down onto the floor.
Fuck. Ian shifts into EMT mode, he grabs his first aid kit and hurries next door.
The guy groans as Ian kneels next to him, āMy name is Ian, Iām an EMT, Iām going to help you. Can you tell me what happened?ā
āNone ofā¦your fuckinā business.ā
āOk. Do you think you can turn over for me? So I can check you over?ā
āThe fuck?ā He slurs, rolling over so heās on his back. He blinks at Ian. āEy, hot guy.ā
āWhat?ā Ian laughs, as he cleans Mickeyās wounds.
āHotā¦guy. Next door.ā Heās clearly a bit drunk as well as in a lot of pain. He can barely keep his eyes open.
āUh, yeah, I live next door. Dunno about the hot guy part.ā It seems the injuries arenāt too deep which is good but Ian still takes care to bandage them well.
āSo hot.ā His eyes are closed now. āBeenā¦.watchingā¦me.ā
Ianās face flushes in embarrassment, āIām sorry. I shouldnāt have been. I wonāt do it again. Iām really sorry.ā
āShutā¦ā He takes a deep breath, āshut the fuck up. I like it.ā He slowly opens his eyes, āLike you.ā
Ian bites back a smile, āOh. Thatāsā¦.nice.ā Heās cringes at his own awkwardness. āThank youā¦.uh-whatās your name?ā
āMickey.ā
āWell, youāre all patched up now, Mickey. Let me help you up.ā
Mickeyās a heavy weight as Ian hauls him to his feet, throwing an arm around his waist to support him.
āFuck. So strong.ā
Ian laughs, not knowing how to respond. He leads Mickey to the couch but Mickey shakes his head, āI wanna go to bed.ā
āOk.ā Itās a small apartment and Ian can see the bed through an open door, āHere we go.ā
Ian lowers Mickey down onto the bed but when he goes to straighten up, Mickey pulls him down. āWhat ifā¦Iāve got a concussion or whatever. Need toā¦stay here with me.ā
āUm, I think youāre ok, Mickey. I checked you over but- I could stay. If you want. On the couch.ā
āNoooo.ā He frowns and Ian stifles a laugh at how cute he is, āCāmon hot Ian. Get in the-ā he yawns loudly, ābed.ā
āMickey, youāre drunk and injured. You donāt know what youāre saying.ā
āDo know.ā He mumbles.
āIāll be in the living room and Iāll check on you.ā
āāā
Ian doesnāt sleep much, occasionally peeking into Mickeyās bedroom to check on him. He canāt stop thinking about Mickey drunkenly calling him hot. Mickeyās into him. He canāt stop smiling.
He does eventually fall asleep and wakes to sunlight streaming through the window and Mickey standing over him. āOh, hi. How are you feeling?ā
āWho the fuck are you?ā Mickey asks, arms crossed and a pissed expression on his face. āYouāve got three seconds to get the fuck outta my apartment before I kick your ass.ā
āUh-ā Ian stammers, āIām Ian. Your neighbour? Iām an EMT. I helped you last night? You were injured? Andā¦kinda drunk. Maybe more than I realised if you donāt remember-ā
Mickey frowns and then grins, āRelax. Iām fuckinā with you. I know who you are. I remember last night.ā
āOh.ā Ian relaxes, āAsshole.ā
Mickey laughs, rubs one finger over an eyebrow, suddenly shy, āThanks forā¦patching me up or whatever.ā
āItās no problem.ā
They share a long look. Ian canāt help it, he has to ask, āSoā¦you remember last night, huh? All of it?ā
āNot all of it.ā
āYou donāt remember calling meā¦hot?ā Heās teases, loving how Mickey squirms. āSaying that you like me?ā
āWhy the fuck would I do that?ā He shoves Ianās legs off the couch and sits down next to him, trying not to smile.
āI donāt know. But I just want to say thatā¦.I like you too.ā
āYeah, I know that.ā He laughs, āCanāt take your eyes off me. You shoulda seen your face when you saw me the other night.ā Mickey makes an exaggerated face - mouth wide open and eyes wide.
Ian blushes at the memory, āI was surprised. I really wasnāt expecting you to jack off in plain sight, where anyone could see.ā
āIām on the second floor. Perfectly private. No one can see in.ā
āApart from-ā
āYou.ā Mickeyās cheeks are pink.
āCoulda bought curtains.ā
āDonāt like āem.ā He shrugs, licks his lips.
āInteresting.ā Ian shifts closer to Mickey, āYāknow what else was interesting? Your choice of video.ā
āJust the first thing I found.ā
āOh, no meaning to it then?ā
āNah. Not at all.ā
āSo you didnāt choose it because you like the idea of a hot redhead topping-ā
Ianās words are cut off by Mickey pressing a firm kiss to his lips and this time, when Mickey asks Ian into his bed, Ian says yes.
Mickey blinks slowly, a white room coming into focus with every blink. Thereās a steady beeping and a voice talking to him.Ā
āMick?ā the voice asks āAre you awake?ā
Mickey tries to respond but canāt form any words. He hears the voice call for a nurse as he shuts his eyes once again.Ā
The next time heās awake for longer. Ian is next to him but he looks different. Younger, hair longer and less muscular. Mickey furrows his eyebrows as he takes him in.Ā
āWhatā Mickey coughs
āHeyā Ian smiles āYour dad hit you in the head pretty hard, huh?ā
ā°āā¤ āAt times, being bipolar can be an all-consuming challenge, requiring a lot of stamina and even more courage, so if youāre living with this illness and functioning at all, itās something to be proud of, not ashamed of." - Carrie Fisher
āI fucked up, Ian.ā Thatās the first thing Mickey says when Ian opens the door to find him bloodied and bruised. āI-ā
Ian doesnāt let him finish, just drags him inside and pushes him down onto the couch that theyāve spent many a night together on. Mickey protests, says he doesnāt have time but Ianās got the first aid kit and heās patching Mickey up. Softly, carefully.
When he finishes, Mickey lights up a cigarette. Heās nervous, avoiding Ianās gaze. He only smokes a little before stubbing it out in the ashtray thatās still filled from the night before. Theyād watched a movie together before getting distracted halfway through.
āI gotta go.ā He finally looks Ian in the eye. āIām sorry.ā He leans in for a gentle kiss.
āWhat-ā
āI just want you to know that I love you.ā Mickeyās never said that before. Neither has Ian, despite wanting to so badly.
Mickey kisses him again.
āI love you too.ā Ian says, it should be a good moment but all he feels is unease.
Mickey gives him a sad smile. āJust remember that. Ok? Afterwards? That I love you. Iāve always loved you.ā
āAfter what? What are you talking about?ā The panic is rising now.
āSome shit has gone down. Itās bad. Real bad, Ian. I shouldnāt even be here but I just had to say goodbye before-ā
āGoodbye?! Where are you going?ā
āAs far as I can. Probably wonāt get too far though, theyāll find me. You canāt run from them.ā
āWho-ā He grabs Mickey, tries to pull him close but Mickey is standing, tugging himself away from Ian and towards the door. āWhat happened? Tell me! I can help-ā
He laughs bitterly. āCanāt help me, Ian. No one can. Theyāreā¦.demons. Into that satanic shit. Posing as a run of the mill drug dealing biker gang, thatās why Terry thought it was safe to move in on their turf but-ā
āBut?ā Ian takes Mickeyās hands.
āWell, letās just say that shit happened and now theyāre out for revenge. In a big fuckinā way. Already got Terry and a couple of cousins. I canāt find Iggy or Colin or any of my uncles.ā
āTerryāsā¦dead?ā
āYup. And it wasnāt quick.ā
It wouldnāt have been - everyone knows what the demons are capable of. āIām sorry.ā
āNo youāre not. Itās ok.ā
āJust stay here.ā Ian brushes past the uncomfortable Terry subject.
āAnd lead them straight to you? I would never let them hurt you. I have to go, ok? I love you. Donāt forget that.ā Mickey blinks back tears and once again, tries to go for the door.
Ian doesnāt hesitate. No longer worried about hiding his secret, he closes his eyes and lets the magic flow through him.
The whole room glows red, warmth floods through the air and in a second everything looks normal again.
Mickey looks around wild eyed, āWhat the fuck was that?ā
āProtection spell. No one will be able to tell youāre here, even if they saw you walk in.ā Ian feels exposed, his heart hammering in his chest. He braces himself for the disgust that will inevitably come now that Mickey knows the truth.
āSeriously? How did you-? I donāt understand-ā Mickey steps closer, confusion across his face.
āIāve got magic.ā He says simply - the words are simple but itās a burden heās carried his whole life.
Theyāre still by the door, Mickey still looks ready to bolt, so Ian leads him back to the couch. āTrust me, please. No one can see you here. I promise.ā
Mickey hesitates but then sits, āCourse I trust you. I just canāt believeā¦.youāve got magic.ā
āYeah.ā
āWhy did you tell me?ā
āI wanted to butā¦ā Ian pauses, takes a breath, āI know what people think. That if youāve got magic, youāre bad. Evil. Thought you might think that about me.ā
Mickey shakes his head, āIan, youāre not bad. I could never think that you were bad. Besides, I deal drugs and give out beatings for a living, you being magic is nothing.ā
āYou donāt think itāsā¦disgusting?ā
āFuck off. No!ā Mickey laughs, before giving Ian a soft smile, eyes roaming over Ianās face, āNo. But I wish youād told me.ā
āIām sorry. I was scared.ā
Mickeyās silent for a moment and he nods, āI get that.ā Kisses Ian again, pulls away slowly, āGod, I love you so fuckinā much.ā
āMickey-ā
āI still gotta go though.ā
āNo you donāt.ā
āI canāt stay in your apartment forever. You canāt protect me, theyāve got all sorts of powers. And I donāt want toā¦be a burden or whatever.ā
āYouāre not a burden, Mickey.ā Ian cups the side of his face, āI can sort this. Iām gonna keep you safe.ā
āHow?ā
āIāll find them, wipe their memories of you. Make sure that even if someone mentions your name or they see your face theyāll have no idea who you are.ā
āToo fuckinā dangerous, Iām not letting you go anywhere near them.ā
āI can protect myself. They wonāt notice me or even be able to sense Iāve got anything to do with you.ā
āNo way. Absolutely no fuckinā way. Just let me go.ā He moves to stand up but falls back down to the couch heavily.
Ian winces, āIām sorry, Mickey, I donāt want to use magic on you but you need to stay here.ā
āWhat did you do?ā He can talk but he canāt move.
āSort of like a magical handcuff? You canāt leave the couch.ā
āIan! Donāt fuckinā do this!ā
āIām really sorry but Iāll be back soon. Wonāt take me that long to find them, that kind of magic is easy to sense.ā He kisses the top of Mickeyās head and steps away. āI love you.ā
āIan!ā Mickey shouts as Ian opens the door, āI love you too.ā
āā
Mickey struggles against the magic but itās pointless - the magic is strong, keeping him firmly in place. But he doesnāt stop fighting, the thought of Ian even going near this fucked up situation terrifies him.
Itās been hours. Mickey stares at the clock - itās nearly midnight. He doesnāt know whatās happening. His imagination is running wild. He keeps straining against the magic, keeps hoping he can just -
āFuck!ā Mickey grunts in surprise as he falls forward. The magic has stopped. Heās free.
But what does that mean?
Mickeyās stomach drops - maybe the magic has stopped because something has happened to Ian. Heās darting towards the door within seconds, hell bent on tracking the demons down. If theyāve done anything to Ian - if theyāve -
Heās brought to a stop by the door opening. Ian shuffles in, paler than usual, āHey.ā He says, all casual like heād just run out for a pack of cigarettes. āYou alright?ā
Mickey hugs him tightly, āAm I? Fuckā¦are you? What happened?ā
āIām ok. Just tired. Takes a lot out of me but itās done,ā Ian smiles, āYouāre safe.ā
āThank you.ā
āIād do anything to keep you safe. I love you.ā
The sound of his voice carries far longer than necessary in such a small church.
Ianās blessed words fly over the casket in front of him, and out through the wooden church doors, never quite landing where theyāre supposed to.Ā
The casket is draped in a beautiful sea of flowers. Various shades of white, green and blue.
The lilies remind him of someone he loved.Ā
Loves.Ā
Lately heās not sure.Ā
The burning candles crackle in sympathy with the motherās cry.
Her son was young. Only a year out of high school.Ā
There are not enough benches for a whole town inside the church. And yet theyāre all here. Shoulder to shoulder on the creaking wooden benches. Cross in one hand, a bottle of salt in the other. Anger and revenge carried on their faces.
Because itās the 5th in only two months.Ā
Because theyāre not usually this young.Ā
It nags at Ianās conscience.Ā
The casket is closed, but everyone in this room knows that if they were to look, they would find two tiny holes in the neck.
No one dares to step outside after the sun has gone down, and every porch is barricaded by holy relics. The scent of garlic hangs in the air whenever Ian walks around the neighbourhood.
That one is a myth, Ian knows, has been told, but he still hangs them up outside the church because it makes everyone feel safer.
It has to stop, because scared people turn into angry people, and angry people turn to reckless people who end up in a casket in Ianās church.Ā
Or something far worse happens.
He has heard rumors of revenge. A planned attack, ambush. Kill the beast, cut its head off, burn it on a wooden stick!
It makes his stomach churn.
No one knows what the beast looks like, except for Ian.Ā
And unfortunately for him, itās the most beautiful being heās ever seen.
Which is why his mouth feels dry, his words feel hollow and his prayers can only be interpreted as lies.
Because he let the beast in, and heās the reason it wonāt leave.
When Ian has him in his bed he can pretend it doesnāt exist. The grieving families, the scared children, his faith. The beast.
Because how can it?
Mickey, whoās so tender and pliant under Ianās touch, the most beautiful thing Ian has ever seen, is the same reason he has put five innocent people six feet underground.Ā
He feels the cross behind him burn into his scalp as he says his prayer and his mouth runs on autopilot until he says:Ā
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New family (1113 words) by My_Brain_Melted
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shameless (US)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich
Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich
Additional Tags: Fluff, Autumn, Protective Mickey Milkovich, standing up for others, Bonfires
Summary:
The Gallaghers attend an old-school South Side bonfire and find something they never expected
Just a quick little something for the cozy season. Also, this one gives me a bingo on @callivich's Gallavich Autumn Bingo!
by literatoāIād do it again,ā Mickey says, and then, āWould you?ā
Ianās eyes gaze up at him. āIām already here, arenāt I?ā
//
From watching the stars to saying goodbye at the border, Mickey realizes just how much he was asking of Ian.Words: 3565, Chapters: 1/1, Language: EnglishSeries: Part 8 of gallavich rewrites/gap fillersFandoms: Shameless (US)Rating: Teen And Up AudiencesWarnings: No Archive Warnings ApplyCategories: M/MCharacters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey MilkovichRelationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey MilkovichAdditional Tags: Season/Series 07, Canon Compliant, Canon Rewrite, Established Relationship, Mickey Milkovich Loves Ian Gallagher, POV Mickey Milkovich, Mickey and Ian talk
by literato
āIād do it again,ā Mickey says, and then, āWould you?ā
Ianās eyes gaze up at him. āIām already here, arenāt I?ā
//
From watching the stars to saying goodbye at the border, Mickey realizes just how much he was asking of Ian.
Words: 3565, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 8 of gallavich rewrites/gap fillers
Fandoms: Shameless (US)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich
Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich
Additional Tags: Season/Series 07, Canon Compliant, Canon Rewrite, Established Relationship, Mickey Milkovich Loves Ian Gallagher, POV Mickey Milkovich, Mickey and Ian talk
Hii, @callivich is right, not many fics with that plotline, the ones mentioning the cartel are mostly about Mickey working with them. So, a couple I could remember/find:
The Edges of Things - Just a few months after Ian and Mickey's wedding, the cartel makes its move.
Snake In The Grass - Mickey's old cartel catches up to him in prison.
Runaways - After feeling safe the two lovers learn that the cartel is coming for Mickey. They only have one clear choice...RUN.
Disclaimer, this one is pretty heavy and graphic, I personally couldn't handle reading it years ago but it fits the topic:
Stone Walls - One does not simply roll on a Mexican Cartel and walk away unscathed. Mind the tags.
And to finish is a nice one about Mickey's negotiations before prison :)
show me love, glory from above - The missing scene of Mickey bartering for where he gets to stay and who he gets to stay with in prison in exchange for his testimony on the Sinaloa Cartel.
And definitely write it yourself, can't be too many fics ;)
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