Old Songs, Flood and Flame by orphan_account (4,931 words, explicit)
When Adam tells him to kiss Ronan, Gansey no longer feels adrift. Ronan—his lips, the subtle rasp of the light stubble on his jaw, the sheer heat of his body—feels familiar and intoxicatingly secret all at once. Gansey brings his fingers hesitantly to Ronan’s shoulder as the kiss deepens. They have to pause to breathe a moment later and Ronan’s breath is hot against his skin. “Fuck,” Adam says hoarsely. His gaze is fixed and intense, nearly the way he used to look while scrying. (Or, the one where Ronan and Gansey give Adam the Best Birthday Present Ever.)
@givemonetatry: this was beautifully written and very hot, 10/10














