I Found You, Finally. || shyan fic
After three years of being apart, they found each other.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy! There’s angst and a LOOOOOT of fluff at the end. Some nice shyan stuff mmmm
This hasn’t been proof-read yet, so there may be typos as well. :’)
Warnings: mention of death, apocalypse universe, bombs(?), fire, smoke, near-death experience, nostalgia, and a bittersweet ending. Enjoy, and tell me if I missed anything!
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Ryan Bergara slowly sneaks into a big, run-down building right before the huge garage-like door closes. Just barely.
Even though it was still fairly dangerous, Ryan liked being inside. He didn’t like to see how dark the sky had turned over the past four years. He didn’t like it one bit.
He took a look around the building, seeing what his old workplace had become. Walls were covered in ash, desks were smashed, useless, and there were ‘WARNING: RADIOACTIVE TERRITORY’ signs everywhere. He almost didn’t recognize it.
He missed the days where he could wake up and see the sunlight. Wake up and not have to hide every day from the government or any person at all. He doesn’t trust anyone anymore. He missed when he could trust people.
Ryan also missed walking into this building every day, when it wasn’t hazardous and lonely. This was the first time in a while he’d been at the old Buzzfeed building. He missed it, and even though this building was barely the same, tears still came to his eyes. He was going to have to leave soon, the radioactive energy from the area would get to his heart and brain soon. He started to walk around the room, looking at what his life had become since World War III.
You’d think that he wouldn’t have a will to live anymore, in the midst of all this chaos. If you were rogue like him, alone, no one to trust, every day for so long, that he might as well kill himself. And honestly, Ryan thought he was insane; still living at this rate.
But he wanted to find a reason to live. He didn’t want to give up yet. Or did he? Ryan’s mind was a constant mess these days.
Suddenly, an explosion erupted from the other room. His heart stopped as he saw the dreaded smoke he wanted to avoid so much seep into the room he was in. Ryan couldn’t hear a thing all of a sudden. The walls started to catch fire, the ceiling filling with smoke and coming down on him.
He turned and ran for the door, about to slide through when a few aflame wood bars fell through the entrance to the door, screeching him to a halt. He’d have to find another way out. Shit.
He looked around frantically, sighing in relief when he saw the entrance to a hallway was still open and not yet on fire. He sprinted across the wide room, into the hallway, some more wooden planks falling behind him as he ran. His heart was pounding and he needed air, but he didn’t want to breathe any in.
His lungs didn’t listen, however, and he accidentally breathed in some smoke, making good Ryan cough and choke, slowing down.
He looked around the doors in the hallway, trying to search for a way out. He was about to run down the stairs when something caught his eye.
The library. The library that he and Shane filmed postmortems in.
A wave of warm nostalgia deeper through him, he stumbled into the room, even as he knew the broken and burnt wood and books would catch fire quickly. Not too much had changed; some of the bookshelves had fallen, but other than the stench of smoke everything had acquired over the years, it was the same. He even spotted the Holly Horsely statue, a little broken but still fairly intact, buried amidst some books! Ryan was ready to weep, but he still had to find a way out.
He looked ahead at the skylight. The room was high, how could he get up there so quickly?
Speaking of time, the big cloud of smoke started to seep in the room. The fire was spreading, everything was turning red. He couldn’t hear anything still, from the booming sound of the explosion. His old workplace must’ve turned into a testing room.
Ryan was about to jump up on the bookshelves to climb them, when he stopped. The whole world seemed to go in slow motion.
Why did he need to escape? He was back home. Back where he was happiest. Back where all his memories were. A small smile crept on his face and tears started threatening to fall again. He hadn’t seen anyone he knew in years, he didn’t have anyone on his side. He knew the time would come eventually. And he was here. This was it for him.
Smoke surrounded Ryan as he sunk to the floor against a bookshelf, next to Holly Horsely. He remembered how happy he was then. How free he was. How he wasn’t fighting for his life every single day, and how he always had Shane to protect him.
He slowly closed his eyes, weeping as he felt smoke fill his lungs. He was almost unconscious, he could barely breathe.
He was about to slip into unconsciousness when something—someone— grabbed him. Ryan snapped his eyes open. Somehow the deafness has worn off; he could hear again.
He couldn’t make out who was dragging him out of the room, but they didn’t look in great shape. Their skin was all ashy. But Ryan was the same way, so he wasn’t one to talk.
Ryan wasn’t taking too much in, everything was a blur around him. The person dragged him, a stumbling, wheezing, coughing mess, through the red, red, red halls of what was once Buzzfeed. He could hear faint crashes in the distance, the fire cracking all around them as they moved.
Ryan vaguely assumed this person was some sort of official, here to take him out of the building so he could be arrested or shot, or whatever. He didn’t have the energy or lungs to fight, so he just went along with it.
Amidst all the red was a blue-ish light, at the end of the narrow hallway. When they reached it, Ryan’s fogged brain realized it was a vent. An escape!
He couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore, the smoke was getting to be too much. All he could hear was the dreaming of the vent being open, and the person dragging him through the vent.
All of a sudden, wind pressed into his body, shocking Ryan into opening his eyes. His vision was blurry, but he was out! He expected to be dragged to a car, or taken to another building, but he and the person in front of him—who was wearing a flannel, as far as he could see— were sprinting towards the woods. Not the safest place in the world, but it was out of plain sight.
Eventually, after about a minute of running, his wheezing and hacking body gave in, and he stumbled to the forest ground, gasping for air. It wasn’t smoke-filled, so that was a start.
His vision started to clear once he finally got all of the smoke out of his lungs. He heard the person stop too, and they were talking now.
“Woah, dude, that was fuckin close. Why were you in there?! You know that building is radioac-“ the voice stopped all of a sudden, shortening into a whimper.
Ryan looked up, confused to why they had stopped, ready to see he face of the person who saved his goddamn life.
He was met with the most gorgeous eyes he’d ever seen.
He hadn’t looked at anyone’s eyes closely in a while. These eyes were beautiful; brown and warm. He was about to say something when he noticed the rest of his fave, too.
The nose, the hair, the stubble on the cheeks, the- the flannel..! Ryan’s heart nearly stopped.
“Shane…?” Ryan’s voice was choked, and raspy from the smoke. The tears started to come back.
Shane stared at him. It felt like eternity. The world seemed to disappear around them.
“R-Ry.. an..!!” Was finally choked out from the man and they immediately connected in a hug.
Shane was full-on sobbing now, Ryan’s tears silent in contract. They pulled away from the embrace, Ryan’s hands now on Shane’s neck. They just stared at each other, tears running down as each of their hearts soared.
“H-how long.. you’re alive..?” Ryan stumbled over his words. Shane looked different. Sort of. His hair was unkept, his skin ashy, his flannel, obviously, ripped. Still as tall as ever, though, did he gain muscles..?
His friend cupped his cheeks and shushed him. “Shh-shh.. yes, yes, yes I am, I’ve been looking so, so long for you, I..” Shane was rambling now, not that Ryan cared. He wanted to look in Shane’s eyes forever. “I thought I was never going to see you again, but I kept.. I kept l-looking and you’re here now. You’re safe, you’re okay!”
Ryan almost added, “for the most part,” but he felt now wasn’t the time for sarcastic comments. He nodded and smiled as Shane wiped the tears rolling down his cheeks with his thumb.
Ryan’s heart was beating fast, he didn’t even know if this was real, but now Shane was leaning in, and he was too and before he could process anything their lips connected. And so did Ryan’s world.
Everything seemed to fall into place as they kissed; Ryan wouldn’t have even questioned it if pink swirls surrounded them and they were both lifted up by magic or some shit because that’s how amazing this felt.
His heart was on cloud nine; so was he. The kiss wasn’t sexual but it was hungry, and it tasted like tears. He and Shane were so close, so close to each other, it had been so, so long. Ryan nearly moaned when Shane bit his bottom lip; he just wanted to be closer to Shane, closer than they already were, so, so close.
When their lips pulled away, Shane planted sweet kisses all over Ryan’s jaw, his forehead, his cheeks, his nose. Ryan felt better than he had ever felt in his entire life.
When Shane looked back to Ryan’s eyes again and smiled a beautiful watery smile. “Hi to you too, shane.” Is what Ryan said when he could finally get some goddamn words out of his dumb mouth. His hands never left the back of Shane’s neck, and Shane’s hands never left Ryan’s torso.
“Hello.” Shane swooped down and left another soft kiss on his lips, making Ryan near swoon.
“I missed you. I’m so sorry I left you- I, I thought you were dead..!” Tears formed at Ryan’s eyes again.
Shane kissed his cheek again. “Shh, it’s alright, I’m alive. I thought you’d never be alive, but I kept going.” He continued between short kisses.
“W-why..?” Was Ryan’s shaky reply. Damn tall-ass man, making him fucking swoon into oblivion. Damn his charming eyes, and adorable face, and dumb sense of humor that he missed more than anything.
“Because, gorgeous,” Ryan’s heart skipped a beat at the fond nickname. Shane kissed his nose. “I love you. I love you so much, and I wanted to tell you that before any one of us died. I’m so glad you’re not dead, and I wasn’t going to die until I knew otherwise. I had a hunch you weren’t dead. You’re a fighter.” He grinned that damn beautiful grin again.
Tears were flowing freely now, as Ryan just stared at Shane. He choked up and buried his face into Shane’s shoulder, babbling. “I love-ve you too, I love you too, shane, I missed you so so much, I was going to.. to d-die and hope y-you were in heaven or something b-because I just wanted to see you again-n I missed you..!” Ryan was sobbing between hiccups.
Shane squeezed him tightly as they hugged. “Hey, Ry?”
Ryan looked up at Shane. “Yeah..?”
“Uh, this is a little awkward to say, but, uh, a year or two ago, um, remember that huge storm..?”
Ryan nodded, shivering. “The one with the acid and lots of lightning and stuff? Uh-huh.”
“Well, um, I was hit by lightning. Or a ray. Or something, i can’t really remember he details of it, but the next morning when I woke up, I could.. uh.. see things.”
Ryan cocked his head in confusion. “‘See’ things?”
The taller man nodded. “Ryan, I think.. you were right.”
Realization slowly dawned on him. “Oh my god. No way, no way. You-?!”
Shane gave a curt, shy nod. “I think I can see ghosts.”
Ryan’s jaw dropped. He started to jump up, pumping his fists into the air. “WOO-HOO, THATS ONE FOR THE FUCKIN BOOGARAS, HUH? GHOSTS ARE REAL!! I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT!!”
He turned to his friend, who was tapping his foot impatiently. “You done?” He asked. “People might hear you, yknow.”
Ryan’s eyes widened. Oh yeah. They were still here. In 2023. World war. Yeah. He sighed. “I miss hunting ghosts.”
Shane raised an eyebrow. “You know, we could do that now, if you want.”
Ryan looked at him. What?
Shane smiled shyly. “I take refuge in this small house, seriously, it’s cozy.” He chuckled quietly. “Next to it is this old, big house. Looks like it could be haunted. We’d better get home quick, though, someone might catch us in the woods.” He started walking.
Ryan grinned and nodded, following along. “Hey, it wasn’t my decision to start making out with you in the middle of nowhere.”
Shane rolled his eyes. “I couldn’t help it. You’re adorable.”
Ryan huffed and blushed. “I hate you, Madej.”
Shane smiled, putting his arm around the shorter man. “No, you don’t.”
“No, I guess I don’t.” Ryan replied as his new lover pulled him in for another kiss.
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