#rodamsey

Loose bolt in a complete machine

a Rodamsey story by TheBumbleCee

Chapter one. Chapter two.

Chapter three. Chapter four.

Chapter five. Chapter six.

Chapter seven.

Ronan is Gansey’s dog. Adam is Gansey’s right hand. Blue is Gansey’s girl. Noah is Gansey’s shadow.

They all belong to him.

…passionately and out of love

[To this ask, I say “BOTH. BOTH IS GOOD.” Also, this is my fave ot+ ship in TRC. Thank you for your kind words and this prompt! <3]

Gansey felt a thrill go through him as he sped toward Singer’s Falls. Just crossing back into Virginia had been a rush, as if the ley line were rising up to greet him, and the presence of Cabeswater swelled up to welcome him home. Yes, even after all this time on the road, it still felt like home. He glanced over and met Adam’s gaze. Something about the instinctive fluidity of it all let him know that Parrish felt the very same. Their feelings about home and coming back to it came from wildly different backgrounds, but where they were going, the meaning of it was identical.

This was where their dreamer was.

Gansey’s visit wasn’t a complete surprise. He’d called Lynch when he, Blue and Henry had reached the east coast. The need to see Ronan pulled at him like a thread delicately wrapped around his heart. With a few acknowledging grunts, Ronan had agreed to the visit and Gansey hadn’t stopped smiling the rest of the day. That same smile must have come back to his face because Adam touched his hand on the gear shift then, and Gansey felt the warmth of their connection flicker through him too, threads of a different color tangling with Ronan’s within him. Adam was the surprise, and it felt so right for the three of them to be together soon. Home home home

Adam’s bag in the backseat was packed to the brim with books. He could only get away for the weekend, and he would probably spend some of it studying, but the fact that he was willing to come at all meant that he’d been feeling the same kind of pull. Gansey had a thought that Ronan must be aching.

“Text him,” he told Adam excitedly, pulling his phone out of the cup holder and passing it over. “Fifteen minutes.”

Adam took it and Gansey was pleased to see his unfiltered smile, warm like Henrietta sunshine, come through as he tapped the screen. Do you know? Gansey’s thoughts trilled to Ronan, even though he couldn’t hear them. It’s not me, it’s him. I’m bringing him home to you too. Picking up Parrish had been out of his way, but he knew without question he would have driven a hundred, two hundred, many hundred miles to get him. Not just to see Ronan, to go home, but for anything at all. Gansey had always been willing to do damn near anything for Adam, and time hadn’t changed that in the slightest.

They didn’t get an answer to the text, but that was okay. The main road gave way to the tree-lined path leading to the Barns and the sense of rightness was about to burst from his ribs. Adam covered his hand and squeezed tight. Gansey wanted to kissed him then, but he could wait just a little bit longer.

Ronan waited on the porch for them, and Gansey threw the Pig into park, patting the dash in thanks for not breaking down on the way. He was quick to pull himself out of the car and wave, his keys jangling in his hand as he did. “Honey, I’m home!” came out with so much laughter tangled up in the syllables that Ronan rolled his eyes. Gansey knew the exact moment when Ronan realized he wasn’t alone, and it wasn’t Blue or Henry beside him. His eyes had gone wide, laser focused on Adam opening the door and stepping onto the grass.

“Parrish,” he breathed, the word inaudible, but Gansey knew the shape of it too well to misunderstand.

Above them, Chainsaw screeched her greeting, and like habit, Adam held out his arm to her. She landed heavily, and he teased her about Ronan feeding her too many table scraps.

“Kerah!” she proclaimed, as if she needed to call Ronan’s attention to these boys coming home.

Gansey treasured the way Ronan’s features melted into complicated surprise, bliss and something more. He stepped down to them, barefoot and so comfortable in this place he’d made his. Gansey thrilled at the hints of black ink on his forearms, new since they last saw each other. He couldn’t wait to see what other dreams and memories were starting to fill Ronan’s pale skin. All at once, he welled up with want, to hold Ronan and Adam to him, to revel in the truth of being right where he belonged. No matter where in the world he might go, this would always be where he’d return to. The truth of it sang in his bones, and he reached out to snag Ronan’s shirt, tugging him into a hug. The way his arms wrapped tightly around Ronan’s waist yelled without words how much he’d been missed. Ronan fumbled to get a good hold on Gansey with one hand, the other grasping for Adam, who moved into the embrace awkwardly, Chainsaw flapping to keep her balance. Gansey’s shoulder bumped Adam’s, and Ronan bent to tuck his face in the space between their heads. No one was going to say anything about the fine tremble or the way he held them tightly enough to leave bruises.

“Asshole,” Ronan grumbled against Gansey’s ear, the tickle of his breath invoking a shiver, the insult calling up a smile.

“How ungrateful,” he teased back, feeling the way Ronan clenched his grip, portraying he was anything but.

“I’m home,” Adam whispered, his drawl covering them both like honey.

Ronan made a noise and crushed his lips to Gansey’s, the kiss hungry and thankful and everything Gansey remembered it was. He immediately gave himself over to it. A moment later, Ronan left him breathless, turning his head to press a softer kiss to Adam’s mouth. Gansey watched Adam’s eyes flutter closed, admired the way Ronan’s dark lashes lay on flushed cheeks. Every mile had been worth it, every minute getting back to this place where dreams and reality shared space, where a dreamer waited for them. There would be many more kisses to come over the time they would share this weekend. Gansey knew they would come dangerously close to never leaving again.