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dreamalittleme · 4 years

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uploading data … ⟳ 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴 ! welcome , RONAN NIALL LYNCH. a long way from The Raven Cycle, huh ? hm … a twenty year old farmer who looks like AUBREY JOSEPH — could be worse. i heard you were at LOCKBOX when we un - glitched , & you ( swore under your breath]. still the abrasive & secretive type , that’s why [leather bracelets, shaved head, and a raven perched on your shoulder]’s totally your vibe. the memory of LIVING AT THE FARM WITH OPAL is hazy , but maybe the ( translator box ) waiting for you at the pawn shop’ll bring clarity. + human , cismale [ he/him ] , homosexual. uploaded by MEGAN ( 24 , she/her, CST].

TW: death, night terrors, murder, alcohol, drugs (Spoilers for The Raven Cycle under the cut)

Ronan's smile was sharp and hooked as one of the creature's claws. "'A sword is never a killer; it is a tool in the killer's hand'."

BIOGRAPHY

According to Niall Lynch, Ronan had been special from the day he had been born. He claimed as often as he could that the day Ronan was born the rivers dried up and the cattle in Rockingham County wept blood. It hadn’t been until he was older that he understood why his father waxed poetry about the middle son instead of Declan or Matthew. It was because Ronan was just like him-- a dreamer. Ronan and Niall both had a special power; they had the ability to pull anything from a dream. Niall specifically had used that power to build a wealth for their family, guaranteeing that his sons would never go wanting. Niall sold those dream artifacts to collectors but he had made a mistake. He had invented a story about the Greywaren, a magic object that was supposed to pull things from the users dreams. Niall Lynch was killed in pursuit of the Greywaren.

Ronan was the one who had found his father, brutally murdered in the driveway. He would never be the same, something that only seemed more apparent when Niall’s will forbid any of his sons from visiting their home, the Barns, and everything in it (including their mother.) Ronan moved in with his best friend Gansey and was forever changed.

Ronan didn’t sleep much, but when he did his dreams came in dark waves. Even the best of them, the ones filled with light and joy, wound up ending in darkness. Never quite in control of his powers, Ronan would occasionally bring something back from his dream-- but it wasn’t always what he wanted. One night Ronan brought back a night terror and much like in his dreams, it attacked him. If Noah hadn’t come in when he did, Ronan would have died-- most people thought it was an attempt Ronan made on his own. He didn’t correct them, though he wondered if it would make any difference.

Ronan coped in many ways, most notably by drinking and going out street-racing in Niall’s old BMW-- a relic he had stolen from the Barns to spite his older brother, Declan. He skipped school and hunted down Glendower, making a surprising amount of friends along the way. In all honesty, he spent most of his days (and nights) just avoiding any rational thoughts. He made it impossible think about anything but the present, his mind as hellish and fast as the car he drove.

It wasn’t until much later, after Adam had made a promise to the magical forest (that he helped create) that Ronan came clean to his friends, telling them of one of the few secrets he held. Ronan hated lying more than anything, but he had made a promise to his father a long time ago that he would never tell anybody what he was capable of. It felt good to come clean, though he wasn’t sure even then they entirely understood what it meant. Hell, he wasn’t sure he understood. That summer had been more crazy than others. Ronan learned how to better control his powers (thanks to a deranged dreamer, Kavinsky, and his green pills), found the man who killed his father, and nearly watched his younger brother explode. He came to realize a few things that summer, one of which was this; if Ronan ever died, his brother Matthew would cease to exist. He would slip into a coma much like their mother had because much like Aurora Lynch, Matthew had been pulled from a dream. Ronan’s dream.

It was in the fall that Ronan’s ambitions became clear. He continued to skip school as much as he could get away with, spending most of his time at the Barns (courtesy of a loophole in his father’s will) in hopes of creating a cure for the sleepers, as he called them. He hoped to find a way for them to be able to live on even when the dreamer died. But the search for Glendower wasn’t over and things were going horribly wrong. Someone had freed a demon and that demon was unmaking everything he had built, starting with Cabeswater. He started to dream of black boo, oozing through the world he had built. It was a race to find Glendower, to get the favor promised by legends before the demon could unmake him as well. Before it could destroy everything he loved.

They found Glendower, but it didn’t make a difference. He was dead and there was no favor. They needed a miracle-- No. They needed something worse. They needed death. A purposeful death, one to happen on the ley line, and they needed it right then. Slipping between consciousness, Ronan wasn’t able to watch it happen. What he knew was what he had been told later, which was blue flowers spilling from the car, raining blood, and a kiss. And then Gansey was dead. He woke to find his best friend laying in the middle of the road dead and in a moment of pure rage and another indescribable emotion, Ronan let the others see him for what he truly was. A sad, weak boy.

It was Adam’s idea that saved Gansey, but Ronan’s execution-- the two seemed to work together like that a lot it seemed- but what mattered was that it worked, more or less. And with everything right in the world, Ronan went to the one place he could call home. He went back to the Barns.

CLOUD MEMORIES

Ronan’s memories in the cloud are much different than his true life. He never knew his parents and as far as he was concerned, that was fine. He grew up in the foster system, passing from family to family, all who decided they couldn’t handle him. It was hard to deal with a kid filled with so much indescribable rage, especially when he kept manifesting items that shouldn’t exist. Many foster homes chalked him up as a thief and sent him on his way-- one even claimed him to be demonic. But after switching families so often he finally found one that decided he was worth keeping. It was there he met Orpheus, his brother in everything but name and blood. He liked it there and though it was never easy to be happy when you were haunted by nightmares that didn’t always stay in your dreams, he found himself content with the people he called a family. He had friends, too. He remembered meeting Adrien Agreste when he was a kid and they hit it off quickly, making him fast friends with Peter Parker as well. But Ronan was still a hot headed kid and despite the supportive family by his side, he fell into surprisingly similar habits. When his foster parent learned about his powers he was sent to Xavier’s, under the assumption that he was a meta-human. Though he wasn’t, he still learned how to better hone the magic and when bad things escaped from his dreams he had help fighting them off. Now graduated (scraping by the skin of his teeth, thanks to his tutor Adam) Ronan works on a farm with goals to have his own. He still goes to Xavier’s from time to time to mentor the students there. Though his teaching methods are unorthodox, he’s surprisingly good with children.

NOW

Ronan doesn’t really remember. Not yet at least. He gets flashes of memories, of cloven hoofed little girls and trees that speak latin, but he hasn’t quite been able to put together a reason for them. Those memories have started to sneak into his dreams and he wonders if that’s all it is, another dream come to life, but he hasn’t taken much time to think about it. Maybe he’ll stop by the pawn shop, they say they have an item waiting for him that could clear things up. He’ll have to decide whether he trusts them or not first.

#cloud:intro #unguibus et rostro | ronan #//i started paraphrasing when i realized how long it was getting #big big trc spoilers if yall care about that #fun facts and stuff will come when I do their character pages #whiiiiiich if im on top of stuff that might happen tonight well see

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seekthemist · 5 years

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I have not been able to stop thinking about Adam meeting the Lynches when Niall was still alive and being THIRSTY A F for Ronan's dad, it has been on my mind ALL DAY and I don't have the time to do a fic but one isn't magically appearing for me to read. How dare you. (💖)

Referring to this post over here.

LISTEN, THE LYNCHES ARE UNFAIRLY HOT AND ADAM AND HIS BI THIRST HAVE ALL OF OUR UNDERSTANDING.

And I mean, I was procrastinating wildly so excuse me while I just...

The thing is, in a universe where Niall never died and the Lynch family was never broken into pieces, Monmouth Manufactory keeps being the headquarter of the gang’s missions--when they don’t reconvene at Nino’s--and Ronan keeps them studiously away from the Barns.

Adam thinks he has a good grip on the Lynch family. He met Matthew, and Declan more than once, because the three brothers are messy but intertwined. He even occasionally witnessed Mrs Aurora Lynch molding Ronan into an approachable and affectionate human shape under the weight of some liberally applied motherly love--the type that left Adam quietly miserable on the inside and standoffish on the outside for the rest of the day.

Ronan’s father travels a lot and Ronan always has heat in his voice when he can be persuaded to talk about him, mostly by Gansey who apparently met Mr Lynch enough times to feel entitled to courtesy enquiries. That, too, is unrelatable for Adam, so he purposefully does not even try to dig deeper into it.

How much difference can it make, to be missing the head of the family? Adam has to deal with enough quiet yearning for the dynamic of the four-fifths he knows personally--and with Ronan’s heated stares, hidden in plain sight, leaving Adam to wonder what can this well-loved boy want from him, what can Adam possibly have to give him.

The only known fact is this: every time Ronan’s father deigns Virginia with his presence, Ronan bails on them as if it’s the Second Coming his catholic heart had been waiting for. Even worth texting Gansey over it.

But this time the boot of Ronan’s BMW holds a little pile of obscure books that Gansey recovered in an even more obscure town library at the border with Washington D.C., and apparently they have to have them.

Blue refuses to come all the way to the Barns in Gansey’s Camaro--which, to be fair, is notoriously unreliable and will make her late for work if stranded as its usual at the roadside. Adam steps out alone from the passenger's seat, and Gansey doesn’t even bother locking the car before leading their way to the main house.

The Barns are generally an organic mess, from what Adam has seen in the rare times he was brought over--alone like a cherished secret, for afternoons in which anything Ronan wanted to share with him hasn’t included his family or their friends.

Today, it’s more like a funfair striking through a war zone, or vice versa.

There is a shiny SUV at the drive away closer to the porch, all the doors and windows are open and for some surreal reason even the animals have gathered around--not only the barn cats or the chickens, but also the cows, and the rabbits, and Adam is pretty sure that thing moving among the closest trees are actually deer.

Adam feels his forehead tense with the disbelieving raise of his eyebrows, but Gansey is already advancing through the open front door so Adam can’t ask--he can only follow.

“Hello, good afternoon, this is Dick, may I be excused for the intrusion?” Gansey asks to the empty hallway, with a polite knock over the door frame to announce himself further.

The fact that he introduces himself as Dick induces another wave of thick envy--the type that is too close to longing--coling in Adam’s stomach. Apparently the Ganseys’ refinement is not enough, and Gansey can smoothly fit himself in another family as well, for good measure.

He drags his feet on the porch, unwilling to tag along like a third wheel--maybe not unwelcomed but not belonging. There is plenty to entertain himself with, after all, surrounded as he is of basket and boxes and fabric bags. It would be a perfect scene from a messy moving, be it not for the fact that the Lynch family has been firmly planted in Singer Falls for the last twenty years.

There is something shimmering through the tape fixtures of one of the boxes, overfull enough that the cardboard of the covering mismatches at the sides. Adam gravitates closer to it as leaves rustle in the wind and birds sing obliviously over the branches.

Even though he crouches beside it, head tilted sideways as if a different angle might give him different insights, Adam would never touch Ronan’s family properties.

He wouldn’t, so he doesn’t know why he feels so guilty when he finally notices the shadow looming over him--over him, and the box, and Adam doesn’t even know how long it has been there.

He jumps to his feet, turning around, and the person behind him doesn’t even move of half a step, forcing Adam to just face him.

The first impression of Niall Lynch is like a little note travelling unexpectedly through a time portal. This is how Ronan is going to look in fifteen years or so, a treacherous voice whispers in Adam’s mind. The blue of his eyes is exactly the same colour, the cut of his face is sharper with age and only made more marked by the not-so-casually perfect stubble. In the light of the afternoon, there are shadows on his face, bent and mutable, cast by the dark curls that frame his face--wilder than Declan’s primness, less innocent than Matthew’s cherubic look.

It’s so difficult, to look away, even if just to take in the effortless mixture of closes that bring casual into business-causal into actually I’m not so sure I care.

Adam’s mouth runs dry, and then drier, as Ronan’s father let him stew in silence and something that is not quite discomfort.

“So, was it interesting?” Niall Lynch says, with exactly the same accent as Ronan, but a bit more marked, his voice lower and whispering as if this is a private mischief between the two of them. “The box, I mean.”

“I didn’t touch anything!” Adam has the embarrassing suspicion that his cheeks are burning, guilty over something that has very little to do with trinkets spread over the porch. “I wouldn’t, Mr Lynch, sir.”

“Wouldn’t you…” Mr Lynch trails off, disbelief teasing in his tone. He raises his voice with distracted self-assurance. “Ronan, you misplaced one of your friends.”

Hearing him call for Ronan makes another wave of incongruent guilt rush through Adam, effectively silencing any attempt on witty reply. It is ridiculous in the first place, to yearn for a witty reply, and yet faced with Niall Lynch’s presence--staged as if they were all playing in his theatre production--Adam cannot not help but feeling the pull.

“Do you want to know what’s inside that?” Niall asks.

It’s a trick question, obviously, and Adam still stumbles over the trap and tries for argumentative with very questionable results. “I looked like it was shimmering, I wouldn’t touch it...but I thought it was interesting.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s plenty interesting,” Niall smiles, and for a moment it’s as suggestive as it feels dangerous, perfect white teeth flashing through.

And then, just as smoothly as he arrives, Ronan’s father walks away and cuts every bargain Adam really feels like making about the content of that box. It’s an infuriating power move, and Adam’s eyes stares him a bit too much on his way towards the inside of the house--all confidence, in all forms.

Adam squirms on two feet, swallowing thickly by himself, just to counter how much he feels like gaping over this first impression.

He should move but he doesn’t, especially because facing Ronan right now would be stupidly complex.

Someone should have told him that Niall Lynch was like this, and at the same time Adam wishes he never knew so first-hand.

#the raven cycle #adam parrish #Niall Lynch #My Writing #headcanon #EXCUSE ME WHILE I JUST CASUALLY WHIP OUT FICLETS!!!

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emjenwrites · 5 years

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This is for @ganseyweek. Monday, August 12: Out of Time/Live Forever/Love you til the very end

Not sure how well this answers the prompt, but here’s a fic with my two favorite TRC characters interacting!

In the books there’s no indication of whether Declan knows Ronan didn’t actually try to commit suicide. This fic operates under the assumption that if he did figure out what actually happened, there was a period of time right afterwards when he thought it was a legitimate suicide attempt.

Warning: Suicide, blood

There is blood on Gansey’s boat shoes. There is also blood soaked through the knees and legs of his Egyptian cotton pajama pants and splattering the light blue polo shirt he’d pulled on before leaving Monmouth. He’d rinsed his hands with a hose before driving to the hospital, but there’s still blood under his fingernails. There might be blood in his hair and on his face, but he has been avoiding places with mirrors so he doesn’t have to know for sure. All the blood is drying now, fading from brilliant red to dull brown. Gansey had been hoping that would make it easier to pretend it wasn’t blood, but it turns out that’s not possible. He really wishes it was possible to pretend he isn’t covered in blood.

He tries not to think about where the blood came from. He tries not to think about Ronan lying in a pool of his own blood with his wrists cut open. Gansey feels like he missed something. He’d known Ronan was struggling--it was really impossible not to know--but he hadn’t thought something like this would happen. Gansey has died, and he generally feels like Glendower made a mistake giving him his life back. Gansey knows much more about death than most boys his age do; shouldn’t he have known his best friend was suicidal?

Gansey comes back to himself in a chair in the waiting room. He realizes he’s been rocking back and forth and forces himself to stop. He is a Gansey, he is supposed to always appear to have things well in hand. He can be shattered about Ronan as much as he wants, as long as no one can tell. He looks around the waiting room. The only other person is the guy at the desk who is either watching a sitcom on his computer or falling asleep, perhaps both. No one has seen Gansey’s lapse in control.

He chews on his tongue while he tries to get everything together. Any minute now a doctor might come out of those swinging doors with important information for him, and he needs to be ready to handle it. He doesn’t know what to do. What do you do when your best friend tries to commit suicide? Gansey doesn’t know. He’s scared. He’s scared and he wants Ronan to be okay and he doesn’t know how to handle any of this.

He’s so caught up in his own panic that he almost doesn’t realize when someone else comes into the waiting room. He looks up at the last minute and sees Ronan as he was just a couple months ago when Niall Lynch was still. His heart stops and for a moment he thinks he’s seeing Ronan’s ghost, going off somewhere that Gansey can’t follow him. Panic tightens in his chest. No, Ronan can’t die. He can’t.

“Gansey,” the figure says. “How is he?” And Gansey realizes it’s Declan.

Gansey has never seen the oldest Lynch brother anything other than completely put together. Declan is not put together now. He was wearing sweatpants and hoodie with his school Oxfords. He has rings under his eyes and looks groggy. His hair was an unstyled mess of dark curls. That was why Gansey had mistaken him for Ronan. A couple weeks ago Ronan had shaved his head, but before that he’d had a head full of dark curls. Declan’s hair was always so perfectly styled Gansey hadn’t realized the older Lynch brothers had the same hair.

“Are the doctors with him?” Declan asks.

“Yes,” Gansey says. He rattles off the information the doctors gave him the last time they came out to update him. “I haven’t heard anything in a while,” he finishes. “I don’t know how he is.”

“Well, Matthew was alright when I left Aglionby,” Declan says. “That bodes well.”

“What?” Gansey asks, wondering if Declan has lost track of what brother is in danger.

For a second Declan looks surprised, like he just realized he said something he shouldn’t have. He rubs his eyes. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Declan wanders away to harass the guy at the desk who jerks awake with wide, guilty eyes when Declan leans across the counter to tap his shoulder. Gansey goes back to worrying and trying not to look as terrified as he actually is.

After several minutes Declan comes back looking frustrated. “He doesn’t know his head from a hole in the ground,” he growls. “I should-” he visibly restrains himself. He runs a hand along the back of his neck, staring at the floor for a minute, before straightening up again. “I’m going to call Matthew,” he says and turns away, pulling his phone out of his sweatpants pocket.

“Okay…” Gansey says. He isn’t sure why Declan hadn’t brought Matthew along when he left the Aglionby dorms if he was just going to call him, but he figures asking wouldn’t be a good idea.

“Hello, Matty?” Declan says into the phone. “Hi, are you okay?” There’s a pause while Matthew responds. “No,” Declan says. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. If you start feeling weird, you’ll call me won’t you?...Thank you...I’ll talk to you later, Matty.” he hangs up and turns back to Gansey, rubbing the back of his neck again.

“You didn’t tell him,” Gansey says before he thinks better of it.

“I don’t know how,” Declan says. Gansey doesn’t say anything to that either. He’s facing the same problem with Adam. He hasn’t called the other boy even though it’s been hours. He tells himself it's because he doesn’t want to risk making Adam’s father angry, but he’s also avoiding having to tell Adam what happened. Adam’s going to be angry when he finds out Gansey didn’t call him right away, but Gansey doesn’t know what to say.

Regardless of when he tells Adam, he probably should call Noah and tell him what little he knows. The other boy vanished shortly after leading Gansey to Ronan, and Gansey was too busy calling 911 to wonder where he’d gone. Gansey pulls his phone out. There’s blood smeared across the back of the case. He shivers and unlocks the device only to realize he doesn’t have Noah’s phone number. That’s odd. He doesn’t understand why he wouldn’t have gotten Noah’s number when the other boy moved into Monmouth. He’ll have to make sure to get the number when all this is over.

Declan drops down into the chair next to him, still rubbing the back of his neck. They sit in silence for several minutes. Declan fidgets restlessly, fingers tapping on his knees. “Do you think I should pray?” He asks suddenly.

Gansey is taken by surprise. He hasn’t believed in God since he died at age ten and was rescued by a Welsh King not an omniscient being. Declan doesn’t strike him as someone who would believe in God, but then again Ronan doesn’t either and Ronan is one of the most devout people Gansey has ever met. Maybe Declan is the same way. “I guess,” he says, unsure of what the right response is. “If you think it will help.”

“I don’t,” Declan says haltingly, like he’s admitting something. “Think it would help, but maybe I should do it anyway.”

Gansey isn’t sure what to say to that.

Declan does not pray, but he does go back to fidgeting. After several more minutes of this he throws himself back to his feet, paces back and forth a few times then says, “I’m going to call Matthew again.”

“You just called him half an hour ago,” Gansey points out. “He’s sleeping.”

Declan just looks at him for a long while, then he sinks into the chair next to Gansey again and leans back, staring up at the ceiling. Gansey feels like he should say something comforting, but he doesn’t know what would be appropriate. Instead they just sit in silence.

“Thank you,” Declan says after what feels like a very long time, “for calling me.”

Gansey feels guilty. Declan is Ronan’s legal guardian so he should be Ronan’s emergency contact. However, since Niall Lynch died, it seems that Ronan got that changed and made Gansey his emergency contact. It had taken Gansey far too long to realize that no one had called the oldest Lynch to tell him what was happening.

Gansey doesn’t know what to say. In this moment it’s obvious that, no matter how dickish he is to Ronan’s face, Declan truly cares about his younger brother. What do you say to someone whose brother doesn’t even want them to know if they get hurt? “It’s the least I could do,” Gansey finally says.

It’s the least he can say.

#ganseyweek #the raven cycle #trc fanfic #richard gansey iii #declan lynch #mine #tw suicide #tw blood

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