For Shane and Ryan, self discovery lies in the demands of a ghost to find his century-lost husband. For every answer provided, even more questions seem to arise.
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"You can't cross the salt line," Ryan stated, his eyes wide and full of wonder. Shane thought there was fear, too, but he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want Ryan doting on him and taking care of him, sure, but he didn't want to freak him out, either.
"I can't cross the salt line," Shane confirmed. "I don't know anything. I promise, it's not. Something I test regularly." He chuckled.
Ryan leaned back from Shane, watching. It was as if he didn't hear anything Shane had said. He probably didn't. He only inspected him.
"Oh my God," Ryan breathed out. "You can't cross the salt line." His eyes didn't stop observing, looking from Shane's eyes, then to his whole body, and back into his eyes. "Are you dead?"
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This was crossposted from AO3, under the same name! Come find me there if you prefer.
TW: swearing, smut, angst
This is it, the end. They've made so many memories over the last few years, and it's finally time for them to move on to a bigger and better project. However, Ryan isn't all too comfortable with giving up the life he has. Ryan likes the life they've made for each other. Shane wants something new, something better for both of them in both business and relationship.
I UNDERSTAND THEY AREN'T IN A RELATIONSHIP. I UNDERSTAND THEY HAVE WIVES. I DO NOT WANT TO DISRESPECT THEIR CURRENT RELATIONSHIPS. IF THEY WERE TO STATE THAT THEY ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE SHIP / FAN FIC I WOULD DELETE THIS.
anyways, i hope you enjoy :3