Fic #6

Fic #6

Title: Pain and Warmth

Fandom: Torchwood

Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones

Pairing: Jack/Ianto

Status: complete

Ianto curled up on the couch in Jack's office, his head resting on the Captain's lap. Jack's fingers were running soothingly through his hair. He felt so cozy.

During work hours, they had to be boss and subordinate, but after hours, when it was just them, they could share love and comfort and just relax with each other.

Jack's head was leaned against the back of the couch, his eyes closed, humming softly to a tune Ianto didn't recognize. He felt the most peaceful he had all day- after hunting down a group of rogue weevils terrorizing a bunch of civilians. This is what home felt like -

However, Jack would be damned if he'd admit that to Ianto. He was afraid it would send him running.

A soft voice broke through his thoughts.

"Do you love her, Jack?"

Jack was surprised. "Do I love who?"

"Gwen. Do you love her? I've noticed the way you often excuse her misbehavior, seem the way you look at her, talk to her- hell, I've seen the way you weapons trained her. The same way you trained me. So, Jack, do you love Gwen Cooper?"

Jack stayed quiet for a while, trying to formulate his answer. He didn't love Gwen, but he knew his Welshman would want an explanation for his behaviour.

After a couple of minutes Ianto started to sit up, away from Jack.

The Captain hid all emotions, his mask sliding back into place.

"No, I don't love Gwen."

"Then what was your behavior all about?"

Jack sighed. "Because I'm jealous she can lead a normal life outside work. That she has a boyfriend she can love. I can't ever have that, because of who and how I am."

Ianto looked at him with tears in his eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jack." He left the office, pulling on his jacket and heading out of the Hub. Jack made no move to stop him as a stray tear slid down his cheek.

Ianto walked home. The tears never spilled out of his eyes, he was too numb to cry. After all this time, he thought he could be the boyfriend who loves Jack, maybe one day his husband. But after what Jack said, he was doubting Jack wanted him in his life anymore. If that was the case, he wished the older man would let him go, stop making him feel as if they could be something. No more sex. No more sleeping in each other's beds. No more soft touches. No more flirting. No more hugs. And for Ianto, no more Torchwood. Because now, without Jack, what's left for him is pain, if he stays.

When Jack woke up the next morning, he didn't fancy staying around in the Hub. He got dressed, and took his boat to Flat Holm, intending to spend the day there.

Ianto peeked into Jack's office when delivering the coffee. Strange, the Captain was gone but his coat was still there-

Must be his way of saying he'll be back but didn't want anyone to know where he went or when he's coming back, but probably less than two days as he hated to be without his coat.

Ianto slipped a note into the pocket of the coat, poking out just a tad for it to be noticeable. Jack would hopefully understand when he reads it.

Ianto left work early, needing time alone.

He curled up on his couch, and ended up falling asleep.

Jack got back to the Hub late that night. He noticed the envelope, and took it down with him to his bunker.

He sat on the bed and began to read.

He finished reading, the letter fluttering to the floor.

"Fuck." Jack hid his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling, the only indication that he was crying.

The next morning, when Ianto brought a mug of coffee to Jack's office, the Captain shut the door.

"Sit, please, Ianto. We need to talk."

"Is it related to work?"

"No, it's about us."

"I think you said all there is to say. I should get back to work, Sir."

"Ianto, please -"

"I'll bring you a fresh mug of coffee later."

"I don't want it."

"..."

Ianto was buttoning up his coat, heading to the exit when he bumped into Jack.

"Sir, I'd like to go home. It's late."

"It's after hours now, so we can talk first, then you can go home."

"It's been a long day and I'm tired. Let me go."

"We need to talk, Ianto, please-"

Ianto sighed. "Fine. You get ten minutes." He walked with the Captain to his office.

Ianto sat on the opposite side from Jack at his desk, waiting for his the Captain to say something.

"Ianto, you are my boyfriend. I still want you to be. As for what I said- it's because eventually you'll leave me. I don't age. And that often becomes a point of contention in my relationships that I've stayed in long enough to entrust my secret to them. They get upset and jealous, understandably. We work for Torchwood, which means you'll probably be taken from me sooner, you won't even have that chance to get mad that I'm not ageing because you'll be dead. And it's going to be my fault." Jack's voice was barely above a whisper at this point, his tone unsteady. "I want to stay with you forever, but it's not possible. I'd give up my immortality if it meant living out the rest of my mortal life with you -"

Ianto stared at Jack for a few minutes, unsure what to say. He got up after a bit, grabbed Jack's coat, pulled the Captain out of his chair, and helped Jack into his coat. Jack complied out of confusion, but he let Ianto take the lead.

"C'mon twpsyn, it's past time to go home." He practically dragged Jack out of the Hub, holding tight to his hand as they walked to Ianto's flat.

Things weren't completely fixed, but for now, Ianto and Jack were boyfriends, going home together.

me: *creates fictional characters* also me: *gets overly attached to them* plot: *requires putting them through emotional and physical turmoil* me: i’m sorry my sweet babies, but this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you

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Fic #1

Title: Please Don't Go

Fandom: Good Omens

Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Metatron, god

Pairings: Crowley/Aziraphale

Status: complete

Crowley followed Aziraphale as the angel left his book shop. The demon's eyes were wet, and they noticed their angel's eyes were glistening with unshed tears as well. A strange thing they noticed - Aziraphale was tracing a finger over his lips. Was he trying to feel the fading sensation of when Crowley's lips were pressed to his?

They followed Aziraphale as he got closer to the elevator that would take him back to Heaven. Just as he reached for the button...

"Angel, wait! Please-!" An anguished voice rang out. Suddenly, the angel felt himself wrapped tightly in familiar arms from behind, a face with features he knew so well pressed into his shoulders.

"'Ziraphale, don't leave me-" Crowley whispered. "Please. I need you-"

Metatron glared from next to the elevator. "Aziraphale, we haven't got all day," he said in a falsely polite and saccharine voice. "God is going to be waiting for you."

The longer Crowley held tightly to Aziraphale, and the longer Aziraphale stayed quiet, the more irate Metatron got. They had been standing like that for nearly fifteen minutes. Metatron was impatient and getting violent. It started to do things to separate the two. Crowley let out a scream of rage and pain as the first projectile narrowly missed hitting Aziraphale. They spread their wings, wrapping it completely around their Angel.

The projectiles and various other destructive items flew past them both, some hitting Crowley. They gritted their teeth and did not make even one sound to indicate the amount of pain they were in. There were some burn marks and parts where their skin was steaming with a small bit missing from salt and holy water hitting them with the projectiles.

A figure no one had seen before appeared. No one but Metatron, that is. "Shame on you, Metatron! This is not what I told you to do! I did not create Aziraphale for the purpose of abandoning who he loves, or for being head archangel. You are now sentenced to the seventh circle of hell for the rest of eternity with no chance to get out," she fumed. Her voice was a normal volume, but so powerful it seemed to resonate everywhere. May whoever crossed her be pitied, for no one went against the will of God herself when it came to her Angel and Demon.

The moment God appeared, the attack stopped. And as soon as she finished berating and punishing Metatron which happened faster than the pair could comprehend, Crowley felt a hand on their shoulder. They jumped.

"It's alright, Crowley. I'm not here to hurt you," she reassured them. "Let me heal you? Metatron did quite a lot of damage..."

As soon as Aziraphale heard that, he got really worried. "Oh, Crowley-" He brushed his thumb over a salt burn, causing the demon to hiss in pain. "I'm so sorry, my dear, I never wanted you to get hurt..."

"Angel, I'd protect you no matter what. No matter the cost to my life, or my heart."

Aziraphale's face reddened in shame. That last comment stung, but he knew Crowley was right - the demon always had protected him, no matter the cost to themself, and now they were paying a hefty price. And not just physically. There was only one thing to do - he had to repair the damage he had caused and hope that Crowley would at least forgive him, even if they couldn't be together anymore.

"Crowley, I-"

"Angel-" Crowley cupped Aziraphale's cheek as God continued to heal the broken demon. "You don't have to apologize. I understand. The call of Heaven is too strong and I'm not enough to keep you here. It's okay, I understand." They dropped their hand from Aziraphale's face.

The angel caught Crowley's hand in his own. "No, Crowley. You deserve an explanation. Perhaps you could forgive me after I explain, but if not, I will live with that and accept it."

He took a calming breath and squeezed Crowley's hand gently, and when Crowley held tight, he took it as a good sign. "What happened was-"

*flashback to the conversation between Metatron and Aziraphale*

Metatron stared at Aziraphale. "So, Mr. Fell, here is what is going to happen. You are going to come back to Heaven with me, and serve as a proper angel."

Aziraphale stared back. "But my shop- I can't leave it! And Crowley - what about them? I can't just up and leave Crowley, they'd never come to Heaven with me! Besides, why would I leave them, when they're the most important person I know, and they are what's most precious to me!" Aziraphale's words hung in the air for a few moments before Metatron spoke again.

"Aziraphale, Aziraphale, always the fool with the biggest heart. See, that's going to be your downfall. In fact, I'd already say that you began your own downfall by telling me what you value most. Which means I have leverage over you. So. You can either come back to Heaven with me and serve as a proper angel, or I will erase both you and your "precious" demon from the Book of Life. Which means that neither of you would have existed. Could you do that to them? To your "precious" Crowley? Could you hurt them like that? Would you throw away six thousand years together to have never existed just to avoid going back to Heaven?"

Aziraphale was shocked and contemplated Metatron's words. "Fine, I'll do it. I'll come back to Heaven. But you better not harm Crowley, or nowhere in Heaven, Hell, or Earth will be safe from my wrath. I guarded the East gate to Eden. And I am knows as her strongest soldier, not for nothing."

*return to present*

Crowley was silent. God had retreated now that Crowley was healed.

They looked at their angel, and then pulled Aziraphale as close as possible, wrapping their arms and wings around him.

Aziraphale was not expecting this reaction from the demon, but he held tight to them. It was then that he let his tears fall.

"I'm so sorry, Crowley-"

"Shh, Angel, it's okay. You were forced to make a choice that you never should have." The pressed a soft kiss to his hair, running a soothing hand up and down Aziraphale's back. "It's okay, Angel."

Crowley continued to hold Aziraphale like that, until his tears stopped, and the angel stood up straight again.

"Crowley?"

"Yes, Angel?"

"You were always enough for me." Before Crowley could speak, Aziraphale kissed them softly. He kissed them long enough that they could pull away, or kiss back and feel the emotions he was putting into the kiss.

"Ngk-" said Crowley. They were taken by surprise. But as soon as their brain caught up, they cupped Aziraphale's cheek once more, and returned the kiss.

Aziraphale pulled back for a moment, and whispered against Crowley's lips. "I love you."

"I love you, Angel," they whispered back, kissing him deeply this time.

All of my friends that work at wildlife rehab centers have had to untangle animals from this stuff, or had animals brought in that died in it. This is especially nasty for small owl species.

Fic #2

Title: Fuck You Metatron

Fandom: Good Omens

Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Metatron

Pairings: Crowley/Aziraphale

Status: complete

Metatron handed Aziraphale the coffee. "An almond milk latte with cinnamon sugar."

Aziraphale stared at the cup.

"You drink the beverage, I believe, Aziraphale."

"I don't drink coffee. I prefer other beverages. I don't know what it is you are trying to do to me, but I don't appreciate you meddling. Now I have important unfinished things to do, so please leave."

The Metatron scowled. Aziraphale was onto him. Fine. He'd find another way to separate the demon and angel and bring the angel to heaven.

Aziraphale all but shoved Metatron out of his bookshop. "And don't ever come back!" he called after them.

The angel went back inside, looking everywhere for Crowley. He found them curled up on a small couch, looking dejected.

They looked up as he approached. "Well, I guess this is goodbye, isn't it, Angel?"

"Why, Crowley, whatever do you mean?"

"You're going back to heaven with the Metatron, aren't you?"

"No, my dear. Not if it meant leaving you behind."

"You're giving up returning to heaven."

The way they said it, it was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes. I mean, for one thing I do have to look after the shop. And that's not even the most important thing."

"What is the most important thing, Angel?"

"You."

The demon blinked in surprised confusion.

"Me, angel? Are you sure?"

Aziraphale nodded firmly. "Yes. Because-"

He hesitated, unsure if Crowley was ready to hear the words, but then it came out in a rush.

"Because I love you and there is no one dearer to me than you!"

Crowley stared at him, speechless, before surging up from the couch and kissing him deeply.

Aziraphale held tight to the demon, as Crowley pulled him forward by his lapels and kissing him even harder.

He kissed back with just as much passion and love, putting his pent-up feelings into that- 6,000 years of emotions and feelings for Crowley.

After a bit, they pulled apart. Crowley stared into Aziraphale's eyes and spoke.

"I love you too, Angel."