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cheeeryos · 28 days
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audikatia · 1 month
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Before they had kissed, Ronan never really pictured Adam in the kitchen like he was now. He had tried not to think of him at all, ultimately a useless exercise, but sometimes his mind would betray him with tantalizing thoughts of Adam laughing beside him in the car as they raced against faceless adversaries, Adam panting in his neck with his knobby hand around Ronan, Adam eating cherry tomatoes in the bright heat of summer until the seeds spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Now Ronan thought he would do anything to keep Adam here, settled into the roots of his family home where he blended into the muted colors of the kitchen like he belonged.
He watched Adam work methodically at the island. He was mixing together some blend of ingredients with a scent that wafted as sweet as the late morning sun through the lace curtains. There was powdered sugar on his face, ghost-like and faint. Adam bit his lip as he concentrated, and Ronan felt all over again the phantom press of Adam’s teeth on his neck.
An excerpt from the next chapter of Transubstantiation
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"Ronan is worried. Declan is fucked."
-Notes for a multi-chapter Raven Cycle fic
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so...I just finished the pynch fic I've been writing for 2 years and 2 months. It's 114,725 words in total and will be coming soon to a screen near you
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kelliealtogether · 2 years
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Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish Characters: Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombies, Too Many Beds, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish, Adam Parrish Loves Ronan Lynch, POV Third Person Omniscient Summary:
“It’s a bed,” Adam replied flatly. A bed was a bed to Adam Parrish, whether it was an IKEA mattress on the floor or the plasticky extra-long twin he’d slept on in his dorm at Harvard. Adam could sleep on anything horizontal, and even on things not horizontal, but he wouldn’t belabor the point with Ronan. The queen size bed and its myriad throw pillows were enough for Adam. He stepped past Ronan and into the bedroom. “What more do you need?” “There’s gotta be a king in here somewhere.” “Lynch.” “I’m gonna find the king.”
It's the end of the world, and there are too many beds.
[Read it here on AO3.]
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rovinky · 2 years
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This Feeling
Matthew knew he had no one to care but when Kavinsky’s friends all left their small town to chase college dreams, leaving Kavinsky behind, he was an ever-present facet of the Lynch household. He basically moved in and Matthew couldn’t be any happier, even if Declan was furious. It was summer, and Matthew was excited to finally shoot his shot. He was sixteen now and Kavinsky was turning nineteen in a week. He could finally show Kavinsky he would root for him, maybe help him get his GED. He believed in Kavinsky, where no one else did. He saw Kavinsky the way no one else could.
He wouldn’t give up on him.
-- AU where Matthew has a crush
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chubbydino · 1 year
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the kavinsky fic i started and never even finished chapter 1 🥲
If the ecstasy wasn’t still dissolving on his tongue, Joseph Kavinsky would have thought Ronan Lynch was part of his trip. He adjusted his Pit Vipers to get a better look at him as Ronan stalked across the Agloinby parking lot in his tattered uniform, incriminating himself with the way he kept glancing over his shoulder.
“Lynch,” he called through the cracked window of the Evo.
He watched Ronan freeze and smiled something dirty. He liked calling Ronan by his last name, he liked the way it wrung his tongue.
“Get in the car,” he said as the sky started going dark, framing Ronan in shadow that contoured his already sharp features.
Ronan turned, his eyes murderous. “I have class.”
“So do I,” Kavinsky replied. Fireworks started to fizz in the sky, occasionally vanishing to rain, then bright sun again. He stopped trying to tabulate what was real.
He saw Ronan hesitate, almost decide to follow orders. He could see the want in him, the knowing.
“Lynch,” he said again.
“Fuck off.”
Too much. Ronan bristled and wheeled back toward the school.
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jesteringclown · 5 days
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i just lost The Game so i’m bringing you all down with me
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ive-garden · 7 months
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Well, I guess Adam has to be careful too 🤷‍♀️
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adamnsey · 9 months
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abby (adamnsey)’s super-duper funky fresh adansey fic rec masterpost
Hello friends. i like to think of myself as a connoisseur of adansey fanfiction and so i thought i’d put some of my favs here in a list. no one asked for this but here it is. yippeeeee
this is what i live for by kitschlet
this is my favourrrite adansey fic EVVVERRRR. this fic has everything: adam as a vampire. gansey as a human. gansey desperately wanting adam to suck his blood. adam being to proud to suck gansey’s blood. gansey being a jealous little brat about this. SEXUAL VAMPIRE TENSION. THIS FIC IS A GODSENT.
A Complex Superiority by cloudsweater
is this my own fic? yes. do i feel a bit bad about including it? yes. do i also think it is a wonderful exploration of a pre-trc adansey kiss at an aglionby party? also yes. :)
With My Hands Open by HindsightHero
this one is just sooooo well written and i love the details and their dialogue is really good ummmm.... probs one of my fav kiss stories & it takes place in cabeswater so there’s that
forests / fields / seas by VioletSargent
have u ever wondered.... what would happen if after adam walked away from the gansey house in tdt... what if after they found adam they spent another night in D.C..... well this fic answers that!!
Twelve Days ‘Til Christmas by flitwickslittlebrotha
this fic is xmas themed but I! LOVE! IT!!!! it’s just a sweet au where gansey frequents the pub adam works at and its SO CUTEEEE
A Study of Living in Your Own Skin: A Presentation by Adam Parrish to Richard Campbell Gansey III by Kasket
i just LOVE a good au and this one delivers. they get paired up to do an assignment today and there’s tension and crushes and just AH. SO GOOD.
cowboyland by Ophelia Marina
gansey visits adam at harvard and things ENSUE......
BONUS ROUND !!! ADANSEY MOVIE AU LETS GOOOOOOO
The Raven Network by declantheelynch
SORRY MY PRADA’S AT THE CLEANERS, ALONG WITH MY POLO AND MY FUCK-YOU BOAT-SHOES, YOU PRETENTIOUS DOUCHE-BAG
where is my mind? by Fix9
the first rule of the adansey fight club au fic is that we must talk about the adansey fight club au
carcass for the vultures to colonize by robinsegg
UMMMM MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO ADANSEY AU ANYONE?
Bleed All The Sweetness Away by Zee
(new addition!) HUNGER GAMES AUUU DFSHJKJDKSFJH. THIS WORKS SOOO WELL! GREAT FIC!
When the Fog Clears by cloudsweater
im sorrrryyyy yes this another one of mine im SORRRRYY its not my fault i love picturing them in Alternate Universe Scenarios!!! anyways this is a Lighthouse AU and i think it’s really deranged and good :)
if anyone has any adansey fic recs please send them my wayyyyyy. these r just some of my favs and i wanted to put them all in one spot. thank u to everyone for dealing with my brainrot ok have a nice day bye <3
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wring-wraith · 18 days
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lost archives of the sarchengsey road trip... i will never forget you
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cheeeryos · 1 year
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audikatia · 4 months
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“These.” He pointed to a handful. “These are all taken from the same spot. The killer must have installed them.” He held up a photo of himself waiting for the train. It must have been cool, a winter day on the cusp of spring because Adam was wearing a coat but not the knit hat Blue had made for him before he started university. He was standing, not sitting for even a moment’s reprieve, because the bench was lashed with thick lines of rain that glittered black and copper in the streetlight. “I think there’s a traffic light where the camera might have been installed. The killer could have, I don’t know, dressed up as a maintenance worker and installed them. No one would have thought twice. No one looks at people like that.”
Adam was like that. Adam was made invisible by the uniforms he wore, the battered nature of his secondhand clothes. Overlooked, forgotten.
Except in these photos. He was the featured subject in every single photo. Outside Henry’s. Outside Blue’s. Even when Adam was with someone else in the picture, it was clear he was the intended target.
Sometimes it looked like there was a stretch of time without any new photos, months gone by without this unknown surveillance. And then other stretches seemed so specifically focused on him it was a wonder Adam had never had an inkling, felt the itch of eyes on his skin, caught the flash of a camera lens from just within range.
All of them were a violation, but they did not encroach on truly terrifying territory until the ones taken inside of his apartment. The others looked almost innocent in comparison, with Adam in public, Adam with others, Adam awake.
Adam had always known this was about him. It was another thing, though, to have the incontrovertible evidence in his hands. What do you see, Adam? Violation. Clues. Proof.
Excerpt from a future chapter of Transubstantiation
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clotpolesonly · 5 months
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Surfin' On A Sound Wave, Swingin' Through The Stars
halloween fluff posted an hour after halloween is over because i didn't get the wild hair to write this fic until 10:30pm?? it's more likely than you think!!! | Bluesey | Pynch | Gen | 1.8k | Halloween | Couples Costumes | Banter | Fluff | (also on AO3)
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“How much did Matthew have to beg before you dressed up like that?”
Ronan’s scowl was far less intimidating—not that Gansey was ever cowed by it, truthfully—in light of the large arrow drawn in blue paint on his shaved head. The bright orange tablecloth he wore slung, toga-style, over one shoulder only served to undermine the expression further as he climbed out of the BMW and slammed the door behind him. His smile retained its edge, though, at least.
“Four solid minutes of the word ‘please’, repeated over and over again, before Declan offered to pay my last two speeding tickets if I would just do it and make him shut up.”
Gansey fell in at Ronan’s side as he strode up the car-crowded driveway, the open front door of a modest two story house their destination. 
“I’m surprised you took that offer,” he said. “I would’ve expected you to make Matthew plead for eight minutes more, even louder, just to spite Declan.”
“Declan’s face when he realized I had more speeding tickets that he hadn’t heard about yet was worth caving early.” Ronan kicked the tires of a rusty Buick and turned to look Gansey up and down. “What are you supposed to be, anyway? An aspiring yacht captain who misplaced his yacht?”
Gansey leveled him with an unimpressed look. “These are just my regular clothes and you know it.” He ignored Ronan’s unrepentant sniggering in favor of checking Blue’s text again. “Jane said she has a couple’s costume planned for us but wouldn’t tell me what it is, only that I should just come to the party in my favorite outfit.”
“Maybe she’ll be in bright-ass green and you can be highlighters together.”
“Ha very ha. Is Adam here yet?”
“Fuck if I know. Let’s find out.”
Ronan took all three porch steps in one long stride. Gansey followed in a more traditional manner. The house was loud and crowded with people he mostly didn’t recognize—Mountain View students, presumably, rather than Aglionby ones. Ronan was already halfway down the hall, no thought spared for sticking together, but his costume was brightly colored enough that Gansey had no trouble keeping track of him in the throng.
By the time he caught up to Ronan in what he assumed to be the living room, Gansey had located a drink and Ronan had located his boyfriend.
“Adam! I see you too went the couple’s costume route.”
The look Adam gave him in response to this statement said quite plainly that he disagreed with how Gansey was defining his terms, and that he didn’t have much respect for Gansey’s particular definition. But, as with Ronan earlier, his costume robbed the expression of its usual verve. Not even Adam Parrish could pull off cutting condescension while wearing a headband with a pair of tall paper machine lemur ears attached to them.
“I just got off a long shift at Boyd’s,” Adam told him, “and I’ve got an early shift at the factory tomorrow morning. This was the least effort I could put in and still justifiably call it a costume.”
“Still more effort than Dick put in,” Ronan pointed out, inviting himself into Adam’s space. Adam shifted easily to accommodate him, the two of them pressing together like lodestones. As one, they eyed Gansey’s favorite yellow sweater. Their judgment was more powerful in tandem.
Gansey flushed. “Blue has my costume!“ he said. “I didn’t just opt not to participate in the holiday. I am not the Ebenezer Scrooge of Halloween. I’m simply following instructions.”
Ronan made a whip-crack noise, as if he didn’t ask how high whenever Adam said to jump. As if he didn’t fall all over himself to fulfill Adam’s every desire. As if he didn’t currently have Adam’s hand in the back pocket of his jeans.
The quirk of Adam’s eyebrow and the wry tilt to his smile indicated that he, at least, saw the irony here. He didn’t feel the need to comment, though. Instead, he took a sip of his own drink and then used it to gesture back toward the hallway. 
“Blue’s in the kitchen getting a beer,” he said. “Should be right back.”
Gansey perked up. “You’ve seen her?”
“I’m not telling you her costume.”
Gansey perked back down. “Why ever not?”
“Because it’ll be awful funny this way, and after working for ten hours on a holiday, I really feel like I deserve that.”
In lieu of disagreeing—because he couldn’t exactly argue the fact that Adam worked too hard and deserved a good laugh once in a while, even if it was at his dear beleaguered friend’s expense—Gansey downed the drink some girl in the hall had helpfully passed to him on his way in. He thought it might be rum and coke. Ronan could probably tell just by sniffing it, but Ronan was busy nuzzling his boyfriend’s ear; the real one, not either of the paper mache ones.
Gansey had just about made the decision to leave his friends to their canoodling and get himself another drink when a pair of very familiar arms wound around his waist from behind.
“Jane! Finally!”
He, regretfully, dislodged her embrace. There would be plenty of time for hugging after the great mystery of their costume situation had been resolved to his satisfaction. He thought he heard Ronan smother a laugh as he turned around, but that wasn’t important.
Blue looked radiant. She always did, regardless of what she wore, but this outfit in particular clearly had her pleased as punch. It was a purple dress of a rather more intact nature than most dresses Gansey had seen her don, with buttons up the front and a rounded white collar. More in line with her usual eclectic style, the dress was patterned with…well, a variety of things. Some were ironed-on patches, others looked like she might have embroidered them, and yet more seemed to be painted right onto the fabric. Gansey could make out planets and stars, light bulbs, a battery, test tubes, some snowflakes, several small animals, and was that a piece of cheese?
Her dark hair was even messier than usual, curls pulled back into a tiny puff of a ponytail. All of her hair clips tonight were orange. Her earrings were in the shape of sandwiches.
“Let me guess,” Gansey said gamely. “The delightful Ms. Frizzle?”
Blue’s nose scrunched up when she laughed. He’d been helpless to the charm of it since the first time he’d been granted the privilege of seeing it. Now was no different. He couldn’t muster up even a smidgen of annoyance at having been mystifyingly denied foreknowledge of this entirely benign costume, not with that adorable scrunched up nose on display. It did still beg a question, though.
“You said this was a couple’s costume,” he pointed out. “What exactly am I meant to—”
Blue shoved him in the chest, which struck Gansey as awfully rude and unwarranted. But she was still smiling, her bottom lip tucked neatly between her teeth in a way that meant she was particularly—and mischievously—proud of herself for something. Frowning, Gansey followed her gaze down to where she had made contact with him.
There, stuck to his chest, was what appeared to be a magnet. Or, more accurately, a decal of a magnet. One of the big, red, U-shaped ones, recreated here in thick red and gray felt that adhered quite happily to the old-fuzzy fabric of his sweater.
Gansey blinked at it, uncomprehending, until Blue reached out and stuck something else to him: a blue star on his left pectoral. Then followed a lightbulb, pressed against his stomach, and a little green planet attached to his shoulder. Blue’s smile grew with every felt cutout she pulled out of the pocket of her dress. It wasn’t until the word “wahoo!” was applied over his collarbone that Gansey finally made the connection.
He closed his eyes and reminded himself that he loved this girl with all his heart. Then he said, “Jane. Am I the bus?”
Ronan laughed so hard, he needed to sit down. Adam was red in the face, his lemur ears knocked askew, bracing himself on the back of the loveseat Ronan had claimed as his own. Even some of the partygoers whom Gansey didn’t recognize were tittering appreciatively. One of them actually had her phone out to take a picture.
But none of that was important. Because Blue had her head thrown back, her own laughter lighting her up like a thousand watt bulb. The nose was scrunched. And there was nothing Gansey could do in the face of that except purse his lips against the smile he could feel forming entirely against his will. There was very little dignity to be found in this position, but he was determined to keep hold of at least a shred or two.
That lasted right up until Blue grabbed him by the collar and tugged him down for a kiss. Against his lips, she said, “You’re the most magical bus on the block.”
“I don’t know that there’s a lot of competition for that title.”
“I’ll fight you for it,” Ronan tried to say through a renewed spate of giggles.
Gansey flipped him off without turning to look. Adam guffawed; at least it wasn’t only at Gansey’s expense that he could derive pleasure.
Blue said, “I wouldn’t want you as my magic school bus anyway, Lynch.”
“No, you’d rather ride around in Gansey.” Ronan clawed himself halfway up the back of the couch to point from her to him and back again. “In Gansey! In—!”
He was clearly attempting to say something else, but he was so thoroughly overcome with hysterics that he couldn’t manage to form the words. Knowing him as well as he did, Gansey would hazard a guess that it had something to do with pegging. Adam, whose laughter had reached the point of silent wheezing and oxygen deprivation, was weakly batting in Ronan’s direction as a desperate plea for him to stop. His lemur ears had fallen off entirely.
Gansey turned back to Blue. “Do you see what you’ve done?”
“What I did,” she said, smug as anything, “is win at Halloween.”
“I wasn’t aware the holiday was a competition.”
“Everything is a competition if you’re winning.”
A laugh of his own—overwhelmingly fond and entirely irresistible—bubbled up in Gansey’s chest. He tugged Blue in to wrap his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her messy mop of hair. “You’re a menace, do you know that?”
Blue snuggled contentedly into his embrace, patting his back, and said, “I know. But you love me anyway, don’t you?”
“That depends. Did you just stick another magnet back there?”
“Which answer gets me a ‘yes’?”
Either. Both. Truthfully, there was no answer on this earth that could earn her anything else. Not even when she had dressed him up as a semi-sentient shape-shifting vehicle from a children’s cartoon. Gansey figured the indignity was a small price to pay to be here, with Blue’s arms around him, surrounded by his friends’ happiness.
Still.
“Next year, I’m picking the costumes.”
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effemar · 4 months
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hi are there any trc fics you would recommend? (saw your tags on that one fandoms with good fic post)
ohhhhh tumblr user after my own heart...
First of all, some of my thoughts on the subject. I love fanfiction -- both as a phenomenon and as a genre of writing. I have a deep and sincere appreciation for the earnest engagement with media it fosters, the creative potential it holds, and the way it can be truly and deeply bad. This being said, what I think makes a fic good is different from what makes a book or a movie good. To me, a good piece of fanfiction is simultaneously a story and a piece of analysis. It should respond to the work it's based on, even (or perhaps, especially) to the detriment of its functionality as a standalone narrative.
This is all to say that the fics I'm recommending here rely heavily on knowledge of the books, and their main merit is in how they engage with the canon narrative. So bear that in mind.
TRC has a lot of fic in a variety of niches and tones. I will try to give you a diverse sampling. That being said, the vast majority of TRC fic that exists is Adam/Ronan (because fandoms are predictable like that) which means the recommendations here are slanted that way.
In no particular order:
Son of the Nuclear A-Bomb -- This is the fic I recommend most among this selection. A clear divergence from canon, it nevertheless extrapolates perfectly on existing themes, to the point that it straight-up predicted several plot points regarding Ronan's family in The Dreamer Trilogy. It's the TRC fic of all time.
Out for Re-henge -- Among TRC fics, there's a surprisingly substantial percentage that are, simply and exclusively, about Blue and Ronan having platonic bonding moments. It's just two teenagers having unmagnificent adventures. Like, as a distinct genre. I've never observed this in any other fandom. You can find more of these under the 'Ronan Lynch & Blue Sargent' relationship tag, with Gen checked as the work category. There's some real gems.
empire that runs on its own -- MIND THE TAGS. I said I'd give you diversity, so I'm giving you diversity. I hesitate to recommend this fic usually, as it can be unpleasant to read and has genuinely upsetting subject matter, but if I'm going to talk about how good TRC fic is, I have to pull out the big guns. It's genuinely incredible work. There's imagery and themes in this that still echo in my head, years after I first read it.
feels better biting down -- Everything by this author is incredible, but I enjoy this fic in particular because it's set in an unexplored bit of time before the series actually starts. It has a unique, lethargic tension that mimics the state of the characters' relationship at this point. It is almost pointedly unromantic, despite dealing with characters who we know have/will have a romantic dynamic during the events of the books.
my bones into your bones -- This fic frustrates me so much. It's incredibly emotionally intense, it has lines that are tattooed on the inside of my eyelids, and it's completely and unapologetically About People Fucking so I can't recommend it to anyone without paralyzing embarrassment. I skipped over this fic in the tag for like three years because of this, but eventually I decided to see what all the fuss was about, and gave it a try. When I tell you it's good, I mean that I felt like I'd been put through the fucking laundry.
Those are mostly pretty serious fics, so here's some light(er) runner-ups as palate-cleansers.
see you somewhere, someplace, sometime -- Ronan assholery, feat. Declan
Hey, Brother (PUNKBITCH) -- Ronan assholery, feat. Blue
in your manner of speaking -- Ronan assholery, feat. Adam (are you beginning to notice a pattern)
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kelliealtogether · 2 years
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Chapters: 6/12 Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish Characters: Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch, Declan Lynch, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent, Mr. Gray | Dean Allen, Maura Sargent, Chainsaw (Raven Cycle) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon magic, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Roommates, Academic Adam Parrish, Dreamer Ronan Lynch, Meet-Ugly, Slow Burn, Adam Parrish Has No Chill, Ronan Lynch Being an Asshole Summary:
When Adam Parrish’s mentor and friend Persephone passes away unexpectedly, she leaves him all her worldly possessions.
Including a house.
Well, half a house.
The problem with being left half a house is that someone has to own the other half.
And that someone is Ronan Lynch.
Stuck under the same roof, can they learn to live with one another? Can Adam find out why Persephone left him half of the Georgetown townhouse? And can he figure out what the hell Ronan is up to in the basement?
[Read Chapter Six here on AO3.]
[Or start from the beginning.]
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