30ish, she/her, compulsive fanfiction writer. Mostly Good Omens and Heated Rivalry but donāt put me in a box. š¤ AO3 Frequently explicit content, 18+
I have recently branched out into HR fics (hasn't everyone?) and have 3 4 to my name so far. If, like me, your appetite for content like this is insatiable, see below for my particular menu of offerings.
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Heās Gonna Worry (E, 6.2k)
When Shane is injured on the ice, Ilya spirals into self recrimination. He thinks back on the last time they were together and everything he was finally starting to let himself feel. He knows what he has to do to keep Shane safe, even if it will hurt like hell. Canon compliant, missing scene, internal monologue, angst, smut, and a happy ending.
Maybe We (E, 4.6k)
After the Rookie of the Year award goes to Hollander in 2011, Ilya is brooding on the rooftop, and Shane finds him. Maybe he doesn't want to kiss Ilya in public, but there's always his hotel room. Just smut with a list sprinkle of angst and a bit of light D/S dynamics.
Where Were You (E, 2.6k)
Mid-E5. Ilya is hurting and Shane finally is ready to do something about it. What happened in that Tampa Bay hotel room. Short, smutty, and a little bit sweet.
It's Simple (E, 5k)
Post-E6. An offhand comment from Yuna at dinner reminds the boys about the night of Ilya's MVP win and Shane's unsent "We didn't even kiss" text. They've never talked about it, but they're about to. Bit of angst, lots of comfort, and of course, porn.
Aziraphale lay in bed, where he had been, mostly, for the last few days. Crowley sat beside him, his hand in Aziraphaleās. He could feel Crowleyās wedding ring. He rubbed it back and forth like a worry stone with the tip of his finger. He couldnāt move much more than that. Everything was too heavy. His mind was moving so slowly.Ā
It was nearly over, again. He had to leave.
He looked up at Crowley, who was gazing at him with a mixture of affection and melancholy. Youād think theyād be used to this by now, but they werenāt.
Aziraphale cleared his throat and said, āCan you try to find me a bit earlier next time?ā
Crowley shook his head fondly. āYou could always find me, you know.āĀ
āWho asked for your number?ā
āWho walked into your bookshop?ā
āWho was born in bloody Scotland?ā
Crowley laughed, and as his eyes crinkled a tear escaped, falling onto Asiraphaleās pillow. Aziraphale wanted to reach up and wipe the other tears threatening to spill from Crowleyās glistening eyes away, but he wasnāt strong enough to raise his arm anymore. He settled for weakly squeezing Crowleyās hand.
Crowleyās expression faded into a soft smile. āIāll find you as quick as I can. I always do.āĀ
Aziraphale nodded weakly, blinking away tears of his own. It was so hard, leaving. Every time. All the years, all the incarnations, all the deaths, and it never got easier. He hated going first, but it was infinitely preferable to the times when Crowley preceded him.Ā
āIāll miss you,ā Aziraphale said, voice breaking.
Crowley brushed his thumb under Aziraphaleās leaking eyes. āYou wonāt know I exist.āĀ
āIāll still miss you.āĀ
āI know. Iāll miss you too.ā Crowleyās own voice waivered, despite his efforts to be strong for Aziraphale. āEvery second.āĀ
āYouāll have a good life though.āĀ
āYeah, probably. So will you. Itāll just be a bit lonelier than it should be.āĀ
āAnd we won't know why."
"Not right away anyway. But we'll get there, we always do."
"Maybe weāll be high school sweethearts next time.āĀ
It was getting harder to talk. His mind was trying to slip away from him. He fought back with whatever crumbs of resistance he still had. Just another moment. Just a few seconds, please.
āI love you so much.āĀ
It was a silly thing to say really. Aziraphale knew that Crowley knew that. It was a waste of the precious little time they had left.Ā
Crowleyās smile immediately changed Aziraphaeās mind. It was wide and bright and honest. āOh, I love you too, angel. I love you every second of my every existence, whether or not Iāve met you yet.āĀ
Aziraphale nodded, tears spilling freely out of the corners of his eyes. He was so tired.
Crowley knew, as he always did. āItās ok. You can go. You can rest. Iāll be waiting.ā
His eyelids were so heavy. Not just yet.
āTell me a story?ā he said, his voice little more than a sigh.
Crowley nodded and Aziraphaleās eyes slipped closed. āOnce upon a time, in a garden, there were two humans, an apple tree, and two - āĀ Ā
The last thing Aziraphale felt, as he drifted off, back into the universe that they created, was Crowleyās lips, pressing gently against his forehead.
After Shane is injured in the game with Boston in 2017, Ilya spirals. He thinks back on the last time they were together, and everything he was finally starting to let himself feel. Ilya thinks he is the reason Shane got hurt, and that being together will only hurt him more in the long run. He thinks he knows the right thing to do about it.
this parallel literally makes my stomach turn ugh. the confusion and nervousness on ilya's face in the firs clip vs him letting his guard down fully in the second clip, knowing its been almost a decade of them hiding and growing together before they earned a moment of peace and silence to be honest with each other ugh MY BABIES
