He’d spent so long being angry with Adam that the sight of his smile hit somewhere unpleasant. It was easier to be angry with the Adam that had stood in his bedroom and asked Ronan how he found out. This Adam, who stood on the driveway in a scarf Ronan gave him last Christmas, was harder to hate.
Adam broke things. Ronan tried to angrily hold onto the pieces. They're both still here anyway.
Featuring Declan as that sad racoon in your attic and Matthew as Comic Relief™
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The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?
saw a post that said shane is the most Boy to ever boy and i love that so much. he is so Boy.
and now i’m thinking about how he loves to be romantic and chivalrous to ilya— like when they get to the cottage and shane carries ilya’s bag in. he’s a great Boyfriend(husband.) he holds the door for ilya every chance he gets, and ilya (not so) secretly Looooooves it. when they’re at the bar with their team, shane will ask ilya if he wants a drink and go get it for him, hands it off to ilya with a little here you go, baby and then sits at a stool at the bar and ilya leans back between shane’s legs. at team cookouts, shane will tug on ilya’s arm as he’s talking to people until he’s sitting in his lap and ilya will go willingly without even pausing his conversation. shane will grin and wrap his arms around ilya’s stomach, kiss his shoulder. when they’re out to dinner and the bill comes shane will put his card down and ilya will make it a big thing, like oh thank you shane you’re sooo sweet and shane will be like ah it’s no trouble baby (they have a shared bank account.) he loves taking care of his baby!!!!!!! there’s been a rare time or two where shane and ilya are at a club and shane will let go and have a few drinks, get wonderfully tipsy and ilya will drag him out to dance. shane will hold ilya’s hips as ilya dances against him.
this doesn’t really connect to shane is such a Boy. anyway shane is such a Boy who loves taking care of his ilya
I watched knight of the seven kingdoms and now I’m writing prince/knight/scholar rodansey
Snippet under the cut!
The horses milled about, grazing contentedly on long tethers as Adam and Ronan ate in silence.
When they were done, Adam sat back, staring into the heart of the fire while Ronan sharpened his dagger with a whetstone.
“What do they say about me?” Adam asked suddenly.
“Who?”
“The court.”
Ronan snorted.
“You don’t want to know.”
“I do.”
“You really don’t.”
Adam leaned forward, picking up a stick and poking at the fire.
“I want to know.”
The scrape of whetstone against steel continued for a few moments, then paused.
“They say you’re a sorcerer.”
Adam rolled his eyes.
“They say you can read minds.”
“No.”
“They say you spent ten years in a cave.”
“Not quite.”
“They say you’re the bastard son of an exiled lord.”
Adam’s expression didn’t change.
“That’s true, at least,” he said.
Ronan glanced up, his own face unreadable.
“What do they say about you?” Adam asked.
The fire crackled and an owl hooted somewhere high up in the trees.
“I don’t care,” Ronan said gruffly.
“That’s not what I asked.”
The whetstone paused again.
“They say… They say I’m dangerous.”
Adam barked a laugh.
“Well, that’s true.”
The corner of Ronan’s mouth twitched.
“I heard you killed twelve men at Blackwater Ford.”
“I killed four.”
“Modest.”
Ronan gave him a look that would’ve had most men shrinking, but Adam sat up straighter.
“They say you’ve never lost a tourney.”
Ronan shrugged, going back to his whetstone.
“And they say–”
Adam hesitated and Ronan looked up, instantly suspicious.
“What?”
Adam looked away.
“What do they say, Parrish?”
Adam shot one look up at the sky above, shrouded by smoke, then looked back at Ronan.
“They say you’ve not once visited a whorehouse.”
The silence that followed was immediate and interesting, Ronan’s expression closing like a portcullis. He exhaled once through his nose, an almost-huff of disbelieving laughter.
“Not another word,” he growled.
Adam sat back, watching him, suddenly fascinated.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were going to.”
Ronan threw the whetstone to the ground and held the dagger up, inspecting it in the firelight.
“They think you’re celibate,” Adam went on.
He saw the tension in Ronan’s jaw, followed by the heat in his eyes as he looked up.
“They think you’re sworn to the prince in more ways than one.”
Ronan surged to his feet.
“Watch your fucking tongue.”
Adam remained seated, at ease, though his heart was pounding now.
“Why?” he asked. “I’m just repeating what everyone else is saying.”
“Because you’re being a pain in my ass.”
“People talk,” Adam pointed out.
“People are fools.”
Adam folded his arms.
“Do you want to know what I think?”
Ronan sank back down and pressed the point of the dagger into his thumb, producing a single bead of red.
“I think if Gansey told you to jump, you’d ask how high.”
“Be careful, Parrish.” Ronan said, voice low.
“You’d follow him anywhere,” Adam continued.
“Yes,” Ronan said, looking up.
“Do anything he asked.”
“Yes.”
“Die for him.”
Ronan held his gaze steady.
“Without hesitation.”
Adam had already known that, but the certainty in Ronan’s voice unsettled him far more than he expected.
The firelight danced between them and the horses cropped grass nearby, nickering and snorting softly to each other.
I watched knight of the seven kingdoms and now I’m writing prince/knight/scholar rodansey
Snippet under the cut!
The horses milled about, grazing contentedly on long tethers as Adam and Ronan ate in silence.
When they were done, Adam sat back, staring into the heart of the fire while Ronan sharpened his dagger with a whetstone.
“What do they say about me?” Adam asked suddenly.
“Who?”
“The court.”
Ronan snorted.
“You don’t want to know.”
“I do.”
“You really don’t.”
Adam leaned forward, picking up a stick and poking at the fire.
“I want to know.”
The scrape of whetstone against steel continued for a few moments, then paused.
“They say you’re a sorcerer.”
Adam rolled his eyes.
“They say you can read minds.”
“No.”
“They say you spent ten years in a cave.”
“Not quite.”
“They say you’re the bastard son of an exiled lord.”
Adam’s expression didn’t change.
“That’s true, at least,” he said.
Ronan glanced up, his own face unreadable.
“What do they say about you?” Adam asked.
The fire crackled and an owl hooted somewhere high up in the trees.
“I don’t care,” Ronan said gruffly.
“That’s not what I asked.”
The whetstone paused again.
“They say… They say I’m dangerous.”
Adam barked a laugh.
“Well, that’s true.”
The corner of Ronan’s mouth twitched.
“I heard you killed twelve men at Blackwater Ford.”
“I killed four.”
“Modest.”
Ronan gave him a look that would’ve had most men shrinking, but Adam sat up straighter.
“They say you’ve never lost a tourney.”
Ronan shrugged, going back to his whetstone.
“And they say–”
Adam hesitated and Ronan looked up, instantly suspicious.
“What?”
Adam looked away.
“What do they say, Parrish?”
Adam shot one look up at the sky above, shrouded by smoke, then looked back at Ronan.
“They say you’ve not once visited a whorehouse.”
The silence that followed was immediate and interesting, Ronan’s expression closing like a portcullis. He exhaled once through his nose, an almost-huff of disbelieving laughter.
“Not another word,” he growled.
Adam sat back, watching him, suddenly fascinated.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were going to.”
Ronan threw the whetstone to the ground and held the dagger up, inspecting it in the firelight.
“They think you’re celibate,” Adam went on.
He saw the tension in Ronan’s jaw, followed by the heat in his eyes as he looked up.
“They think you’re sworn to the prince in more ways than one.”
Ronan surged to his feet.
“Watch your fucking tongue.”
Adam remained seated, at ease, though his heart was pounding now.
“Why?” he asked. “I’m just repeating what everyone else is saying.”
“Because you’re being a pain in my ass.”
“People talk,” Adam pointed out.
“People are fools.”
Adam folded his arms.
“Do you want to know what I think?”
Ronan sank back down and pressed the point of the dagger into his thumb, producing a single bead of red.
“I think if Gansey told you to jump, you’d ask how high.”
“Be careful, Parrish.” Ronan said, voice low.
“You’d follow him anywhere,” Adam continued.
“Yes,” Ronan said, looking up.
“Do anything he asked.”
“Yes.”
“Die for him.”
Ronan held his gaze steady.
“Without hesitation.”
Adam had already known that, but the certainty in Ronan’s voice unsettled him far more than he expected.
The firelight danced between them and the horses cropped grass nearby, nickering and snorting softly to each other.
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see one of the reasons i actually never want a trc show is ik the second i saw rovinsky acted out on my screen i would hate every other ronan ship everyone shut the fuck up and let those two murdersuicide together
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