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“Is there anything else?” Adam watched his own hand reach forward and pull a piece of red string off of Ronan’s black shirt. He was sure Ronan was roasting wearing an all-black getup in the summer.
Ronan was mute as he captured Adam's wrist tracing, with his cool fingers, bones and veins. Adam watched him, unthinking, just watching. Ronan’s eyes rose to meet his, and he brought Adams hand up to his mouth, gently mouthing at each knuckle. Reality intensified; a thickening of time and space. Usually Adam floated somewhere above everything, detached, but Ronan’s eyes, and his touch, asked of him to be here. It made him wonder some things about ancient genies. About the kind of power that kept them in such a physical and time bound form - granting the wishes of the person who called on them with a longing stroke of the hand.
“Anything else?” Ronan said it quietly, but his voice was the loudest thing in the room - more real than he could bear. He thought he could hear Ronan’s heart beating, over the drumming of his own in his ear.
His entire being stuttered, unsure, wanting to surge forward but meeting the urge to hold back. Whether for some semblance of responsibility, or propriety or something, a silly part of him refused to be the one to send Ronan home debauched. It was a remarkable feature of Ronan “Bastard” Lynch, to be both the wild beast and the damsel - someone to be slain and someone to be saved. But Adam felt like Ronan was saving him, right now, somehow - and he didn’t even hate it. After all, Ronan had been the one to hear his cries for relief even when he had bound himself so tight that his silence was absolute. Adam was suddenly wishing that he’d had this soul-smelting realization in some more picturesque situation, like later at the Barns out on the porch or something - not here in a car shop, melting through his grimy overalls. He never realized before that he even cared about that sort of thing.
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Conservation of Mass: Snippet
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Prompt number: 7. “That could have gone better.”
Fandom: The Raven Cycle ~ Maggie Stiefvater
Rating: Teen/Mature
Ship: Poly!Gangsey/OT6 [Gansey, Ronan, Adam, Blue, Henry, Noah]
Notes/Warnings: In case y’all missed some of that polycule goodness, here’s another post-TRK piece with the Gangsey being into each other and just a little spicy. Enjoy!
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They stole at least two bottles of champagne after the party. And by stole, the people hired by the Ganseys to oversee the liquor stash during the event turned a blind eye when Ronan and Blue reached for the leftovers. Ronan himself would have preferred a stout beer or a bottle of whiskey, but the champagne had been ordered in the most abundance, and it was the closest thing within reach. All anyone knew was that champagne had been acquired, and glasses nicked from the kitchen cabinet nearly bubbled over with fizz and clinked together anytime one of Gansey’s friends said something with pride.
All of them sat around the fireplace in Gansey’s sitting room — “A sitting room?!” Blue had gasped, “In your bedroom?!” — all stripped out of their formal attire to lounge in pajamas. Ronan had built the fire with the hands of someone who knew how to sweet-talk it into burning for them, and they crowded around with their stolen booze to chat about how ridiculous the party had been in the first place. This late at night, with all the guests gone home, and Gansey’s parents retired to their own sitting-bedrooms, they didn’t have to pretend, and they didn’t have to be nice.
“Well,” Gansey said, his cheeks lightly flushed and his eyes bright behind his glasses. He looked exhausted, but being around them all seemed to energize him, no matter what time of night or what he’d been doing. “That could have gone better.”
Adam, the only one who still sipped at his first serving of champagne, raised a brow. “It definitely could’ve gone worse.”
For Adam, the party had gone extremely well, his Harvard experience allowing him to leave Senator Gansey’s party with his pockets stuffed full of business cards. Some of them he’d keep for himself, some of them he’d give to Declan, and the rest he’d let Ronan gleefully burn in the kitchen sink. Always in the tightest control, he never drank at these things, only indulging when he was safely behind closed doors with everyone else.
“None of us got kicked out,” Henry announced cheerfully. He sprawled luxuriously between Gansey’s and Blue’s laps, and every time he propped his feet up on Ronan’s knee, he got a grumbling shove that didn’t seem to deter him. “I call that a win.”
“Nothing gives me more joy than to bring my feminist agenda to all of those spoiled housewives,” Blue crowed. “Did you see the look on Madame Taylor’s face when I brought up reproductive health rights? It was a hoot. My mom would be proud.”
Noah beamed, his pale features rosy with champagne and delight. Everyone loved it when he lit up like a Christmas tree just from the joy of being around them all. “I thought at least twenty people were going to wet themselves when Gansey and Ronan held hands at the hors d’oeuvre table. You could just see the math memes on their faces while they tried to figure out if Ro was some kind of trophy husband or rent boy.”
Warm laughter drifted around the group while the logs crackled in the fire.
Ronan grinned. “Look, get a guy who can do both.”
“In his off days, he also stands in as service animal or guard dog,” Adam said, his thin lips pulling into a teasing smirk. He reached over and rubbed Ronan’s shaved head like a good boy getting scritched behind the ears. “Ain’t that right.”
“Woof,” Ronan muttered.
Gansey looked around at them all, feeling a swell of adoration in him. So many nights, he’d attended a family soiree, only to come back to this empty room, with its cold hearth and yawning windows, only to fall into bed eager to drive away the next morning. Perhaps it hadn’t seemed in his best interest to bring everyone he loved to a pit full of vipers, but it didn’t take much to remind him and everyone around them that they were wolves. Truth be told, it gave Gansey a thrill to talk the talk in front of all his mother’s rich friends, knowing all he needed to on the latest political hoo-rah, but to also sprinkle in a taste of what the world was really like. His world, anyway. He knew he needn’t worry about his beloveds here, and they knew he wouldn’t take it amiss if any of them disappeared to the garden or his room without a formal exit. It was a game to all of them, and yes, it could have gone much worse.
But it didn’t.
“See you all at the next one?” Henry raised his glass and almost spilled it onto himself when Ronan smacked his ankles again.
“I think I left something in the oven,” Ronan grumbled.
Noah giggled. “I suddenly have a doctor’s appointment to have my spleen removed. Sounds like more fun.”
Gansey just chuckled and shook his head. “None of you are required to make an appearance here.”
“But how are we supposed to represent the misspent youth of America?” Blue asked. Then she smirked, “And how are we supposed to make a disgraceful mess of your room on our way out?”
Behind the rim of his glass, Adam smirked, watching the color in Gansey’s face turn up. For that matter, the tips of Ronan’s ears were red now too. It was more than rubbing shoulders and networking, an ungodly amount of food and spirits. They cared less about the way this would look on resumes no one would read anyway. As always, it came down to the glances they exchanged, the touches they shared when no one was looking — or perhaps when someone was. And then it was this: the six of them sprawled in Gansey’s childhood room, laughing without restraint, legs on laps and some parts of them always in contact with the others. They never seemed to tire of this game or each other.
And they would make a disgraceful mess of the room on their way out.
Happy Birthday again @ive-garden I love you so much! Here's a little gift for you 💛 I hope you didn't get suspicious when I suddenly asked about this a few weeks ago 😅 I tried so hard to be subtle!
Ship: Pynch
Word count: 2k
Summary: Adam Parrish never knew what it felt like to have a family. But slowly, he makes a family and makes memories captured in frames.
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He had done it.
He had graduated from Aglionby. He would be going to college soon. He would leave.
Adam held the diploma tightly in his hands as he walked off the podium. He looked over the crowd and the photographers capturing the event to his friends and Blue's family, and Ronan.
At first it hadn't been certain if Ronan would come or not. School had never been the same for them. Adam hadn't known if he would want to voluntarily spend more time here and that too for a boring event. But just that morning, Ronan had said he would. When Adam had asked if he was sure and he really didn't need to, Ronan had assured him that he knew what his limits were and it was okay. So now here he was, standing with Blue and her family and cheering for Adam. Even from a distance, Adam could see the openly proud grin on his face.
He walked towards them, his own lips breaking into a smile as Ronan ran the last steps towards him and pulled him in a tight embrace. He thought he could hear Henry already taking pictures with Gansey and Blue but at that moment, he didn't care.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” Ronan said next to his right ear, pressing a light kiss there.
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After the raven king though, even if Gansey and Blue can kiss now, Gansey definitely has more PTSD from his second death so they probably wouldn’t be able to without Gansey having a panic attack, especially since her kiss was actually the thing that killed him.
