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one-squash-one-end · 1 month

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An unhinged recap of Ronan's homosexuality

Hi! This once again belongs to my big Raven Cycle analysis, click here for the masterpost.

Again, there's not much room for speculation here, but i had to write it for completionist purposes. I apologize for certain metaphores used, for the most part when I was writing this I was going through it (brain was fried).

Here u go (also spoilers for Greywaren)

d) Ronan Lynch

Next to Adam, Ronan is the only other canonically queer person in the Gangsey. A flaming homosexual with a car fetish (because there was something unbelievably sexy about cars at night). Ronan is the original Be Gay, Do Crime. (Adam is the Be Crime, Do Gay to that.)

You get the gist; he is seriously involved with one guy but used to have some bits of self discovery (not only on the topic of his sexuality) with another, which ended because that guy kidnapped his brother because despite being gay, Ronan unbelievably was not into him. I’m sorry, I really do not want to dissect the entirety of Pynch in here, that would go way too far and I bet there are so many people who could do and have done this better than I ever could, so I’ll stick to elaborating some more on how we find out that he is gay, considering I think he doesn’t say the word until Call Down The Hawk.

In the first book, Ronan does not get a pov, maybe because Maggie needed some more time to figure out how to make a character subtly and thirst over another character in a secret and homosexual way. Still we get some small hints, based on conversations with other characters, or just his behavior in general.

Gansey: “From now on I need all of us to be straight with one another” Ronan: “I’m always straight” Adam: “oh man that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told” This, of course, is legendary. Ronan is gay, he jokes about it, Adam knows it. I genuinely cannot tell whether Ronan had come out to his friends, whether he just did it through jokes like this etc. If the latter is the case, I honestly doubt that Gansey would have known, as oblivious as he is.

We also have the case study of Declan and his Ashleys. Ronan seems to despise the heterosexual standards that his brother portrays, but it is not clear whether that’s because of heterosexuality, or because of Declan, because let’s be honest, in book one, Ronan would hate, absolutely hate, anyone Declan dates out of principle, because Declan’s just a bitch, or a manwhore, as Gansey would say.

Then it gradually all becomes very much obvious in The Dream Thieves. We got the parallels with religion, his nightmares (his night horrors/self-hate maybe being because of internalized homophobia?) and of course the secrets. The secrets you keep from yourself, the very obvious metaphor. Plus Kavinsky literally calls him the f-slur. You will very easily pick up on that if you’re not as oblivious as I was when I first read the book (I was in my Declan Lynch era with a tummy-ache ok?), but it is explicitly resolved in the epilogue. There is no more room left for ambiguity, thank you Maggie for ending the queer speculation yourself, within the book.

Then there’s gender, of course there’s gender. Gender is like Tad Carruthers, just always materializing out of nowhere, especially when you just want to stay away from it because it’s fake and a massive bitch.

Ronan definitely identifies as male, but if you look at this a certain way he is somehow trans or defies the entire concept of gender either way, considering he is a supernatural being, spirit, entity, that was just socialized as a boy. Ronan is like Cabeswater, or Lindenmere, which both don’t have a gender, obviously, they are forests. The Greywaren is often referred to as an “it”, which makes sense when people don’t know the Greywaren is human, but something about the entire thing smells very trans rights to me. Also that eldritch horror, not quite human at all, jumble of dark matter thing in Greywaren was just so gender of him.

Ronan would wear a crop top, there’s no doubt to me.

#still sorry about tad carruthers #ronan lynch #adam parrish #the raven cycle #trc #the raven boys #the dream thieves #the raven king #blue lily lily blue #greywaren #greywaren spoilers #the dreamer trilogy

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sodiumvaporss · 16 days

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do you think declan ever thought about running away from the barns when he was younger? slipping out in the dead of night and disappearing. would they even miss him? would they even notice that he was gone? (ronan never seemed to, when he went on trips to the fairy market with niall.) would life continue, with ronan as the rightful older brother, always the favourite, loved by matthew and niall? (and aurora doesn't not count, because she was made to love them, and it was not earned, and besides, declan never loved her quite the same.)

or rather, would they miss what he does for them? what would ronan's dreaming look like for them, with no declan to pull him out of his burning room? he wonders if his younger brothers would have to take up the burden of the secrets without him there to carry them. he wonders if theyd breathe a sigh of relief if and when he came back, but only because the responsibility would be his again.

do you think he ever fantasizes about disappearing into the night, out his room, past matthew's door, out of the drab and bleary townhouse that was left to him (the leftover son, his and his alone because he was apparently not worthy of the barns, and it had never been his home, so he wouldnt have even wanted it anyways.) and away forever? let ronan and matthew take care of themselves for once. maybe then they'd appreciate him and what he did for them (since the age of 17, when the world fell entirely on his shoulders. he was never their brother but even more so now, he was a substitute father for the father that was never really there in the first place.)

and do you think that he knows that no matter where he goes, he'd still be trapped? even if he was somewhere else, far away from the barns and a life full of surviving, (because really, when was the last time declan lynch had truly lived for something other than his brothers?) hed still look over his shoulder and hide himself a little too well, lying with every word he spoke because lying was like a drug he was addicted to, it was like breathing. you dont just stop. you can't, because its essential to life. its something he never took pride in being skilled at, but how do you stop when your entire existence was built around lying? and really, to leave ronan and matthew would be like cutting off a limb. to leave them was to leave half his heart and soul behind. (then again, did declan lynch have those? or did he put them into a little box in his mind and lock it up and forget about it one day?)

because no matter how far hed try to run, the lies and secrets are coded into his very being, in his blood and bones, because he is a lynch and that is their legacy, dreams and secrets. there is no leaving. declan lynch is trapped in every sense, and half the bars of his cage were put there by his own hands.

#the raven cycle #the dreamer trilogy #trc #declan lynch #the lynch brothers #mine #just. ough #im so ill about him guys #djzlkdjklf #i hope the like 5 declan enjoyers out there cry. evil laughter #/j

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zephfair · 7 months

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Prompt: (if you are open to such)

Pynch on a hike!

A: "at least the view was worth it, it's so beautiful"

R: "not as beautiful as you are" CHEESY RONAN IT IS

HEY there, beautiful Anon! Guess who's showing up 5 months late with your ficlet??? That's right! Me! 🤦‍♀️

I'm so very sorry it took me 5 months to post this! It's cheesy and fluffy and has absolutely 0 plot ... so basically it's exactly like all the rest of my writing.

But I really hope you enjoy this short little gift! Thank you SO MUCH for leaving me a prompt, and again, I apologize for taking so long to finish it!

After Ronan insisted on taking a rest break for the fifth time in two hours, Adam had enough and bitched back.

“Lynch, I know for a fact that you can walk longer than 20 minutes at a time, even if it is uphill,” he said. “Now get your ass in gear.”

Ronan huffed, in annoyance, not from being out of shape. “I just don’t see why we have to go on a hike while you’re home on spring break. We could be doing something so much more fun at home.”

“What could be better than exploring the woods and mountains on a sunny spring day? And don’t you dare say fucking.”

“Wasn’t gonna,” Ronan sulked. “Not in the mood now, anyway.”

Adam hefted his backpack up a little snugger. “That’s a lie, Lynch. You’re always in the mood.”

“You’re right,” Ronan smirked at him. “Speaking of…”

“No way. We are finishing this hike.”

Ronan tilted his head back and let loose a string of cursing that always impressed Adam in the strangest way. Once he got it out of his system, Adam tried his best to loom over the rock where Ronan sat.

“Feel better now? Need another drink? Boots feeling all right?” he asked in a saccharine voice.

Ronan narrowed his eyes as he looked up. “These boots weren’t made for walking up a mountain all day. And yeah, I need a drink. You got anything stronger than Gatorade?”

“No. Now get your ass up and get walking.”

Ronan’s groan was at least five seconds long and loud enough to make some birds fly away from a nearby tree.

“Your objection has been noted. Move.”

Ronan’s grumbling followed him doggedly. “Don’t you need to stop and check your phone? It’s practically glued to your face these days,” he mocked at one point. “Won’t your friends be scared if they can’t reach you at any moment? If you don’t text back ASAP? Won’t your books be lonely if you don’t have your face shoved in them all damn day?”

It wasn’t quite enough to ruin Adam’s good mood. He’d thought bringing Ronan on a day-long hike would be fun, and it had started well, with a beautiful sunrise as they drove to the bottom of the hiking trail. Ronan had even cooperated with picking out snacks and drinks and agreed to carry a backpack, too.

But as the morning wore on, and the trail continued up into the woods, Ronan began to get bored. At first he tried talking to Adam, bitching and complaining, but Adam had ignored him to point out all the beauties of the forest in spring.

Then the frequent pee breaks and sitting spells began.

When Ronan plopped down on a fallen log and insisted on another break, Adam snapped.

“Why the hell are you being such a pain in the ass?”

“I hate hiking,” Ronan said sulkily, pawing through his backpack for another granola bar.

Adam ran a hand over his face and tried to calm down. “You’ve been hiking for miles all over the Blue Ridge with Gansey. And me. And Hennessy loves bitching about the time you introduced her to Lindenmere by making her hike there in her fancy outfit. We’ve explored all the land around the Barns multiple times. What is it about this hike that is turning you into such a giant whiny baby?”

“It wasn’t like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“It wasn’t,” Ronan gestured broadly around himself, “like this.”

Adam stared at him, arms crossed over his chest, and waited, but there was no further explanation offered. “So what’s so different.”

“It’s just, there was a goal in mind, before. This just feels pointless.”

Adam continued to stare at him, so Ronan tried to explain.

“With Gansey and you, it was fun, and we were hunting Glendower and all that shit. It was hiking for an adventure, to find the end of the puzzle. And Lindenmere is its own goal, so it’s not this,” he gestured at the woods again, “just walking around in circles or shit. We got to the end. It wasn’t pointless.”

“I thought,” Adam said softly, “the point was to spend the day together doing something we both enjoyed. Man, was I wrong.”

“Adam, no,” Ronan jumped up and grabbed his shoulders. “I didn’t mean it like that. I love spending time with you. You know that.”

Adam finally met his eyes and shrugged.

“I guess, I guess I just need to know where I’m going, or know that there’s something worth finding when I get there. Otherwise it’s just traipsing around the woods and getting blisters on my feet when we could be at home, in bed, finding a happy ending.”

Adam snorted despite himself. Ronan smiled a little and leaned his forehead against Adam’s.

“I guess it’s like the age-old question about whether life is about the journey or the destination. We have two very different philosophies,” Adam said.

“Don’t make this into some big psychological thing,” Ronan moaned. “I’m just tired and grumpy and my feet hurt.”

Now, that sounded more like his Ronan, and Adam knew how to motivate that.

“So, you’re saying I have to set you a goal, like a preschooler. Give you a gold star if you accomplish this task?”

“Or,” Ronan stroked down Adam’s arms and crept around his waist, “you can bribe me.”

“You seriously expect me to bribe you? What would it cost me to get you out of the house on a beautiful day that we can spend together?”

“I dunno. What’s it worth to you?” Ronan asked breathily in his ear.

“I think we’re working on different reward systems here.”

“There’s one thing you can offer.” The way Ronan tried to waggle his eyebrows in what he probably thought was seduction or playful didn’t work on Adam.

He said firmly, “No, Lynch, we’re not doing that here.”

“Why not?” Ronan was still talking heavily in his ear.

“Because that’s how you get tick bites on your dick. Do you want to get a tick attached to your dick? That’s how you get super Lyme disease.”

That pronouncement made Ronan step back and cup his hand protectively over his groin. “Seriously?”

“I don’t know, but I do know that I don’t want either of our dicks infested with ticks. Now let’s pick up the pace,” Adam glanced at his watch. “We do have somewhere to be.”

Ronan kept a low undertone of grumbling as he followed Adam up and along and down and up again.

“You know, you wouldn’t lose your breath if you shut the fuck up for a while and quit complaining,” Adam told him.

Ronan stomped along behind him in silence then.

But even Adam was feeling the strain in his legs when they got to the top of the hill that Adam was pretty sure was their destination from the sound of it.

The trail came out onto a clearing at the side of the mountain. The view out over the valley was beautiful, with a patchwork of farms and lawns and woods crisscrossed by the tiny ribbons of roads and the minuscule boxes of houses, barns and buildings.

Immediately above was a waterfall that roared from a stream coming down from the top of the mountain and swollen with melting snow pack. From where they stood, the waterfall looked like it was falling the entire way down the mountain, but was actually caught in a rocky pool below them that would let it funnel down in a creek to the valley below.

Looking out over the water into the valley was a little vertigo inducing, Adam thought, just for a minute.

He glanced up at the sky then checked behind for Ronan. “I think we got here in time. Wait until that cloud moves away from the sun.”

When it did, the sunlight hit the water and at the right angle, it created a huge rainbow arcing down the side of the mountain.

“Wow. That’s gay,” Ronan said.

“Excuse me?”

“You know what I mean. Is this what we walked all this fucking way for?”

Adam shrugged. “Yeah, but also because it’s a fun and healthy way to spend a day in nature.”

“I could’ve had more fun and more health spending it in bed.”

Adam gestured toward the idyllic picture of the valley far below them. “At least the view was worth it. It’s so beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you are,” Ronan said.

“Dammit, Lynch, that’s really cheesy.”

“I know. But it’s true.”

Adam side-eyed him. “You do realize that we now have to walk back down that entire mountain?”

Ronan shrugged and slung his arm around Adam’s shoulders, leaning on him heavily. “At least we’ll be together, right?”

“Oh sure. Now you’re suddenly fine with this whole hiking thing.”

“Nah, but I’m fine about spending an entire day with you. I guess it is nice, knowing that you won’t be distracted by homework or school shit or your phone. Or your little school friends.”

“I guess that’s true,” Adam said slowly, finally realizing the depth that Ronan was jealous of sharing him. He bumped his hip, hard enough to make Ronan take his own weight back. “Maybe we need more days, just the two of us together. No distractions.”

Ronan made a pfft sound that was probably disdain but Adam knew to read as agreement.

“Whatever,” Ronan said and turned his head to bite Adam’s cheek. “Now how about I pretend I’m a tick and I bite and suck you.”

“You’re such a romantic, Lynch,” Adam said, but he was already fighting with his belt as Ronan started to laugh at him. “But if I get a tick-borne illness…”

“I’ll take care of you. Promise,” Ronan said, his voice suddenly deepening.

Adam reached for him, holding his face in his hands, as he looked over the familiar, annoying, beloved face. When Ronan kissed him, it felt like a promise of something deeper and truer than an off-the-cuff joke; like many of his interactions with Ronan, pairing the obnoxious with the holy in one desirable package.

“Thanks for coming with me today,” Adam said as Ronan kissed his way down Adam’s neck.

“Thanks for spending it with me,” Ronan replied, his hands taking over on Adam’s belt. “Now shut up and enjoy the view.”

Adam did, very much.

#my fic #ronan lynch #adam parrish #trc #trc fic #pynch fic #prompt fic

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neurosses · 2 months

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Excerpt from Chapter 15 (unpublished) of Concorde!

After school, and then his four-hour shift at Boyd's, Adam drives Ronan’s fixed BMW to Monmouth. He parks in the parking lot, opens the car door so he can look out at the many windows, and presses the BMW’s horn in a long and sustained motion with his elbow. Predictably, Ronan cocks his head out of his bedroom window with a middle finger and flying curse prepared, only for his jaw to drop. His quickly brightening eyes take in the whole of the vision: the completely refurbished shark-nosed car with not so much as a scratch left on the charcoal grey paint, Adam in his mechanic coveralls, the headlights as bright as they’ve ever been, and Adam’s smug smile and slouch on the car door. “Fuck,” Ronan calls down, elbows slanting on the windowpane, “yes, Parrish.” He’s in a tank top, his pale and ropey shoulders exposed and ablaze in the setting sun. He’s lean but defined. Adam wants to run his hands over those shoulders, go from arm to neck in a single gliding motion. Ronan's grin is savagely pleased, and Adam wants to touch that too. “Get your fucking car before I drive off with it,” Adam says, tossing the keys and catching them in his hand again. Ronan looks at the windowpane underneath his arms and then the asphalt backyard, clearly deciding the risk profile of trying to get down Monmouth from the outside rather than the inside. Adam gives him a glare that says your rib is already cracked, idiot, and Ronan laughs harshly, practically glowing with glee. “Stay right there,” he orders, like Adam would rather be anywhere else. Adam waits impatiently and wonders if he should’ve changed out of his work uniform before coming here. There was a way Ronan had looked at him a month ago at Boyd’s, gaze settled on the knot of the coverall’s arms around his waist, that made Adam suspect. Now, he churns with uncertainty. He’s tired and sweaty; there’s grit on the knees of his coveralls. Maybe this is stupid. Ronan pushes open the doors on the first story and grins at him, sweeping close all at once. One hand cradles Chainsaw, and the other is dangerously free. He reaches for the keys, and Adam holds them back. The motion is sudden and instinctual, the keys a glittering sun-kissed thing Adam is bidding Ronan to chase. Ronan huffs a laugh, the sound striking Adam right between his ribs, and grabs Adam’s arm, hissing a little when Adam tries to yank it away. Ronan rolls his eyes when Adam freezes. Chainsaw squawks and flaps her wings for attention. “I’m not fucking infirm,” he says. With a sudden twitch of his other arm, he grabs the keys and pulls them out of Adam’s hands. “You’re getting soft, Parrish.” “Maybe I let you take them,” Adam says. “Maybe I felt sorry for you.” “You?” Ronan scoffs. “Fat chance. Get in the fucking car.” Adam is grinning as Ronan drives too fast, his head out with his hand gripping the glass pane, wind whipping at his face. He wonders what ten-year-old Adam would think of this: sitting passenger in a raven boy’s car, in Ronan Lynch’s car. He’s pretty sure ten-year-old Adam had never felt such perfect, pristine happiness before, so firm he could taste it on his tongue like grains of sugar. He fumbles through CDs and finds some Queen. Then he raises the radio until it’s deafening; Chainsaw, sitting in a nest of clothes in the backseat, screams louder than the music. They pass the downtown core, and the dappled creek, and the bridge, and curve down the ramp onto the highway. It doesn’t matter where they’re going. It’s a three-day weekend, Ronan destroyed the BMW but not so terribly that Adam couldn’t fix it, and they’re alive. That means something. That means everything.

#literally im being so nice with these excerpts hdxhfcvhg GIVING YALL THE GOOD GOOD.#see the puzzles are worth it!!! <- evil laughter #concorde

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lordwisteria · 1 year

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Going off that “Jason Todd should be Catholic” post I reblogged....this is so ridiculously niche lol but I need to get it off my chest....Jason Todd is so Ronan Lynch coded

Traumatic reaction to violence that unexpectedly changed them forever, into darker and harder versions of themselves

Molten eyes and a smile made for war!!!

How do you live if you think you were maybe supposed to be dead?

How do you kill yourself again and again, even if it keeps you alive?

Just to get it out of the way yes Gansey died and came back but Jason and Gansey are like the least alike of anyone

Complicated relationship with a parent they once adored

Inexplicable magic that is difficult to explain and makes their lives harder (Like everything about Ronan/Jason coming back to life and the Pit)

General asshole who actually does care a lot

Cared the MOST about one person (Gansey) and slowly came to care about everyone else; fighting and clawing their way back into their own families

It is about RAGE and REGRET. FEAR and FORGIVENESS. It is BEING THE MONSTER AND ASKING FOR LOVE ANYWAY

Ok but. But but. Are there any other parallels? You could go the Lynch brothers route (Dick as Declan, Tim or Damian as Matthew, Bruce as a complicated and dead Niall whose obsessions killed him without considering what it would leave behind for his sons). But I think this really only considers the characters relationships with Jason, not who they are as a person. IF we are looking at who they are instead of their relationships (so yes this does not consider romantic/platonic/blahblah):

It would be easy to say Dick is Gansey. They have the same name, are ~leaders~, and are canonically the prettiest princess in any room. I get it and maybe in the Titans you'd be right, but here, Bruce is Gansey. He is the one with the quest! He is the one driving things forwards and bringing the others along. He's the one with the family name and the family wealth and the family home. He went through something traumatic as a child that irrevocably changed him, fueled his intense guilt and obsession. He brought the group together, and yet feels left behind by them. Someone who cares deeply about the people immediately around him, and yet will not stop pursuing his other goals even if it's hurting them or himself. Obsessed, I think, with proving that he deserves to be here.

Which means that Dick...is Adam Parrish. Like. The constant search for independence. The perfectionism. The bad relationship with his father that forced him to need to be his own man. (Sorry real Bruce but you sucked in batman #416) Loving someone so much and yet always thinking the worst of them. Refusing to be a burden and yet accepting any yoke that comes his way. The intensity of the performance, of pretending to be who you wish you were for the people you care about. Taking on responsibilities because there is literally no other choice, nothing else you could do. Picking the best of your options and knowing that none for them are to rest easy. Valuing freedom so much and giving up your literal body for the quest.

PLUS (less perfect but): Cass as Henry Cheng (and not just bc they are both asian do not look at me like that) Narrative outsider who was watching from afar and put themselves in the narrative. Was molded by shady parent's shady business practices. Was put in a situation as a child they should not have had to endure, which challenged their beliefs and shaped them anew. And maybe like, later Tim as Noah, a bright, fun, young kid on a skateboard who gets himself involved in something too big for him and is undeniably damaged by it. Tim isn't betrayed by someone the way Noah is, but he's kind of...betrayed by the narrative, in a way? Betrayed by the adventure that he thought he was getting. Too clever for his own good, but sometimes naive about people. Lowkey a mirror that lets people see whatever they want to see lol

(I don't see super clear parallels for anyone else lol but I did have a fun time with the thought of Damian as Blue (short/down to fight/has another family/environmentalist/kind of feels fundamentally alienated as someone who is not like everyone else/wears green))

#batfam #the raven cycle #this is so silly and i feel like these parallels are so based on my exact experience and yet also i feel them deep in my bones #meta #i guess if i did do this comparison with the titans #dick would be gansey #which would make jason helen LOL which is kinda of excellent by itself #but idk i just feel there could be something really interesting in an AU like this #it would need to be a same age AU lol but #maybe Dick is in a bad orphanage type thing like in robin annual #but without grown up bruce theres no one to get him out #bruce still saves him by being his friend though #dick and jason both have relationships with bruce and are suspicious of each other #but end up being super close by the end #I also feel Jason would throw Tim out a window which would be funny #dick grayson #jason todd #bruce wayne #tim drake #cass cain

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lynchsrqven · 1 year

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Some of my favourite things said by ronan lynch in trb (these don’t include deep quotes btw):

-I thought you were dead in a ditch

-if you keep saying things like ‘man-child’ were done

-hey, man. Don’t let it get you down. Once your balls drop, that beard’ll come out great. Like a fucking rag. You eat soup, it’ll filter out the potatoes. Terroir style. Do you have any hair on your legs? I’ve never noticed.

-you know what that place was? A castration palace. You date that girl you should send her your nuts instead of flowers.

-tell me why we’re negotiating with terrorists?

-I’m always straight.

-we have to be back in three hours. I just fed chainsaw but she’ll need it again.

-tell me what I’m looking for? Drugs? Girls? Guns?

-the buck stops here. Home, shit home.

-loser

-if you spit, blue, it would land right in his eye

-this will all come out and bite you in the ass, you know, when you’re running for congress.

#ronan lynch #trc #the raven cycle #the raven boys #trc ronan #ronan n lynch #the dream theives #blue lily lily blue #the raven king #trb

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clotpolesonly · 8 months

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if you'd want to share your expansion of the declinsky fic idea I'd eat it up!!!

OKAY IF YOU INSIST

continuation of this idea which was already quite long on its own lmao (tw again for abuse aldfkjg)

so we left off with Ronan having stormed the underground boxing ring to find out what the fuck is going on with his brother and Kavinsky, Declan having a whole-ass meltdown, and Ronan coming to the conclusion that his brother is being victimized and needs help.

which would be all well and good, if Declan had actually come to that conclusion and wanted help. alas, this is Declan Lynch we're talking about. he's still clinging to the idea that he has some amount of power in this situation. and he is not big on that whole "admitting weakness or showing vulnerability where other people can see it" thing. nothing more humiliating. he needs to regain some of his fucking dignity.

thusly, in the morning, Ronan finds that Declan's changed his tune. he downplays it all. he had a bad night. but, obviously, he's fine. it's not that bad.

convincing someone to leave an abusive relationship isn't always a linear process, and it's certainly not an easy one. he's acknowledged that it's toxic as fuck, and he's not walking that back, but it's certainly not anything he needs his little brother to rescue him from. he can handle his own relationship.

Ronan gets whiplash 😂 feels like he's going crazy. after all that shit last night? the crying and panicking?? everything he said???

"oh, now you take my word as gospel? what happened to Declan Is A Liar"?

"what, you're saying you lied about Kavinsky abusing you?"

"i never said he was"

Declan has gone way past his quota for sharing his emotions in the last 12 hours, he is DONE with letting people in or being honest with them (or himself). walls have gone up. and he's real good at being a condescending shitbag when he wants to be. he laughs at the idea of Ronan being qualified to give him relationship advice, as if Ronan's ever gotten anyone to like him enough to get any experience in that area.

and on some level, Ronan knows what he's doing and that he's doing it on purpose. lord knows he does the same thing when he's feeling defensive. but that doesn't make him any less reactive to the button-pushing.

he yells back that if Declan really wants to let K slap him around, then fine, don't come crying to him about it again.

Declan does go back to Kavinsky. he's got a match. and when he does, K is.....not nice. he could never pull off nice, and Declan would never expect it of him. but he's better. he lets Declan snap at him and doesn't snap back. he kisses Declan more gently than he usually does. he even talks bad about Ronan for once. (last he saw, Ronan was attacking and blaming Declan, which is exactly what he was hoping for. to sow chaos, drive a wedge between them, make things fun and interesting.)

his version of lovebombing is basically just not being a shithead, and it works because the bar is set so so low 🙃 it's not like Declan thinks they're in love or anything. he knows that's not what this is or will ever be. he knows he should be walking away, mutual toxicity or abuse, but it's easy to let himself be talked into forgetting that when Kavinsky says and does all the right things to make him feel like what he'd said to Ronan was true:

it's really not that bad. he doesn't know what he was freaking out over.

Ronan, for his part, is fucking pissed at Declan. but he also can't forget everything. no matter what Declan claims, he was fucking scared last night. Ronan can't forget what he said about being lonely and desperate and putting up with shit treatment because he didn't have anyone else. even if Declan is an asshole, that shit's fucked up and not okay.

the only reason Ronan wasn't going straight out to beat Kavinsky's ass into the ground was because Declan asked him not to, but now he's mad at Declan, so fuck it!!!

he's all riled up and pissed off and needs to do something, and kicking the shit out of Kavinsky is a pretty appealing option. problem is, K runs with a crew and is rarely alone. so Ronan alone doesn't pose all that much of a threat, no matter how good a fighter he is, and all Kavinsky does is laugh through a mouthful of blood and taunt him about how much Declan is gagging for his dick.

"you wanna hear about how he begs for me to fuck him? he's real fucking pretty when he begs. i bet i can get him to call me daddy soon."

so that confrontation goes. badly.

Ronan has to cut his losses when Kavinsky's buddies jump in to fight too, and it didn't actually accomplish anything besides giving Ronan some very distressing mental images. he falls back to lick his wounds, but not before declaring that he's not gonna race with Kavinsky anymore. with what K is doing to his brother, he's fucking done.

he's made that claim before and it's never come to anything, but this is different. this time he means it. he doesn't fuck around when it comes to family. he's not coming back.

Kavinsky is not happy about that. and who is he gonna take his frustrations out on? Declan just haaaad to go run his fucking mouth, didn't he.

it's one of those encounters that makes it reeeaaally hard for Declan to rationalize how this is not outright abuse. like most unpleasant escalations in their relationship, it's probably at least sex-adjacent. Declan's a trained and experienced fighter, he really could kick Kavinsky's ass in an outright fight, but dub-con edging into non-con is a very different thing to handle. Kavinsky putting his mouth to better use, one might say 🙃 not that much rougher, necessarily, than what they usually do, but with far more anger behind it. it feels very, very different.

but it's not abuse. and, therefore, if Kavinsky is not abusing him, then he must have done something to earn this. only he didn't do it this time.

Declan told him not to step up to K. Ronan did it anyway, and look what happens.

when Ronan comes around to his place because he won't answer his fucking phone, Declan's got fingerprint bruises on his neck and a spectacular black eye and he tells Ronan in no uncertain terms that this is his fault. that if he had just left well enough alone, like Declan fucking told him to, everything would've been FINE.

slams the door in his face.

locks it.

doesn't show up to mass that week.

Ronan's at a complete loss. how are you supposed to help someone who doesn't want to be helped? and how, when going after the person hurting him only makes things worse? what is he supposed to do??

Matthew is getting worried by now too. Declan's bruises aren't the kind that can be hidden or explained anyway by walking into door jambs anymore, and he's been acting weird enough for even Matthew to pick up on the fact that he's being lied to. Matthew calls Ronan, like "is Declan......okay? 😥"

which, obviously, he is not. but Ronan isn't sure he wants to tell Matthew that. doesn't wanna lie to him, doesn't wanna burden him. but in the end, they're all brothers, and Matthew has as much right to know that Declan isn't okay as he does.

and, he thinks, maybe Matthew can get through to Declan where he's failed to! weaponize those big sad concerned puppy dog eyes! problem is, Declan knows immediately that Ronan put him up to it, and now he's lashing out at Matthew too, which he's never done before.

Kavinsky's operation is getting more attention. that means more and better competitors. higher odds, higher profits.

Declan has never lost a match.

but he's been fighting so much for so long, he's exhausted and he never has a chance to recover from any of his injuries. not to mention, ya know, Kavinsky, who never feels the need to retreat once he's pushed (or crossed) a boundary. plus the general emotional strain of trying to convince himself that he's okay and handling this.

exhausted, always in pain, pissed at Ronan, guilty for having yelled at Matthew, teachers getting concerned because his grades are slipping.

Declan doesn't lose a match.

but he gets close.

Kavinsky is.............displeased. and suddenly Declan's position as his favorite prize fighter is in jeopardy, and Kavinsky makes it very clear that he will drop Declan the second he disappoints him.

this is, unfortunately, when Ronan shows up at the ring again.

every other attempt to contact Declan has failed. he won't answer his fucking phone, he's stopped coming to mass, he's evaded all of Ronan's attempts to find him at school, he'll barely even talk to Matthew, and he hasn't been home when Ronan's gone looking there, so this is the only thing he's got left to try.

at this point, he just wants to see Declan. is it too much to ask to fucking see him and make sure he's fucking ALIVE and in one piece?? he can't get the image of Declan with fingerprint bruises on his throat out of his mind. he knows better than anyone how fucking volatile Kavinsky can be. if the only way to check on Declan is to go back into the metaphorical belly of the beast, then so be it.

only Declan won't look at him, and K won't let him get close to try and talk. "big brother's got his game face on, can't have any distractions." clearly relishing Ronan's concern and frustration. that he's got something to hold over Ronan's head. "all that power," he croons, "and i get to take him. all because you didn't wanna play."

it's impulsive, Ronan saying that maybe he wants to play now. but it catches Kavinsky off guard which is not easy to do.

"you've been trying to get me to fight for you for ages. what, you don't want me anymore?"

"oh, i want you. baby, i always want you."

leering in a way that would've squicked Ronan out even before, now that Ronan knows what Kavinsky has done to his brother?? makes his fucking skin crawl. but needs must.

Declan, on the other hand, is furious. everything else aside, this, the fights, the ring -- it's his. this is where he has value, where he's the best. he's carved out a place for himself where it feels like he matters for once. he is not ABOUT to let Ronan show him up, here of all places, absolutely the fuck not. especially not with the warning from Kavinsky so fresh.

how much of his life has he spent playing second fiddle to Ronan? how quickly will Kavinsky drop him if he stops being the best? (what will happen to him when Kavinsky gets tired of him?)

if Ronan wants to fight, and Kavinsky wants to let him, then fuck it. Declan's gonna win this fight if it kills him.

by the time they get in the ring, Ronan is very much doubting his life choices here, but he's in too deep to back out and maybe he can get some words in edgewise during the match. it's not like he's never boxed with Declan before. they grew up doing this! this should be old hat.

but it's not like any of those matches. this is Declan pacing like a caged tiger, covered in a patchwork of fresh and half-healed bruises, looking like he's ready to rip Ronan's throat out. he doesn't fucking hesitate when the bell sounds. he definitely doesn't like Ronan get a word in. his technique is sloppy (the exhaustion is really catching up to him, and he's letting his anger drive him more than is wise), but he's out for blood. and there's a reason that Declan is undefeated.

Ronan, fresh and uninjured, is pretty sure he could win this match if he really wanted to.........but that's not the point. he didn't come here to win, he came for his brother's sake, and with the way Kavinsky is watching them, the way Declan is fighting like his life depends on it, the way he looks for Kavinsky's approval in every break......

Ronan throws the fight.

it doesn't take much, they're pretty evenly matched on a good day, all he has to do is pull back a tiny bit and Declan lays him out flat.

undefeated.

the crowd goes wild, everyone is cheering, Declan's got a gloved hand raised in triumph. K goes to him, like he always does at the end of a match, taking him by the shoulders, crowing.

usually, that's it. Kavinsky isn't much about propriety, tbh, but he's been pretty okay with keeping their fooling around to themselves, as is certainly Declan's preference. there are other algionby students in the crowd. there are potential future business associates. people Declan doesn't necessarily want to come out to and definitely doesn't want to wave his dirty laundry under the nose of.

but Ronan is watching.

so Kavinsky kisses Declan, right there in the ring, in front of the roaring crowd. because what Declan wants doesn't really matter when stacked up against the opportunity to stake his claim with Ronan there to witness it.

Ronan finds Declan in the warehouse's makeshift locker room after and tries talking to him again. tries to explain that he didn't actually come here to fight. he still wants to help him get out of this.

"don't come crying to me" definitely gets brought up, but Declan is also still insistent (maybe even more so now, sunk cost fallacy and whatnot) that he doesn't need help anyway, and where does Ronan get off pulling a stunt like this anyway?? fuck him.

"that kiss, then, in front of everyone. you're saying you wanted that? that wasn't a problem?"

"i'm saying it's none of your fucking business who i kiss, when, or where."

Kavinsky finds them. riled up from the fight, the victory, the successful shit-stirring and the goddamn DRAMA of it all. his hands on Declan's hips, kissing his neck. making eye contact with Ronan over his shoulder the whole time. "you staying for the rest of the show?"

Declan tries to push him off, to get him to stop, but resisting never does him much good when K's in this mood anyway, and he's not gonna make a fucking scene about it in front of Ronan. he's not gonna risk pissing K off and making it worse.

every instinct Ronan has is screaming at him to attack, but he remembers the bruises on Declan's throat, the door closing in his face, "this is your fault".

he looks away and keeps his mouth shut.

Kavinsky doesn't push it too far, just far enough to make his point, to feel like he's got both Lynches under his control. he leaves them alone again, promises Declan he'll be back in a few minutes so leave the motor running.

all Ronan says is "you deserve better than this."

Declan feels like punching him again. the night has been one humiliation after another. winning felt good, for a minute, like it always does, but it's ever-diminishing returns. Ronan's concern, his pity, reminds Declan of just how much it's not enough. he's tired, and angry, and ashamed. Kavinsky just pushed another one of his boundaries (a big one), and he's gonna come back wanting sex, which Declan is not in the mood for, and basically everything is fucking terrible.

he tells Kavinsky no.

he lets Ronan leave without comment, and he tries to make himself give Kavinsky what he wants, but he's so worked up and angry that all of it comes out in K's direction. all his suppressed anxiety and the conflicted feelings Ronan brought up in him vented into an argument about that public kiss.

Kavinsky was in such a good mood, but not anymore. he's really real tired of Declan's fucking attitude, thinking he can run his mouth off like this when K has been gracious enough to provide him with all this money and acclaim. where's his goddamn gratitude?

clearly, he needs to be reminded of his place. Kavinsky is not gentle about making his point, even if it'll knock Declan out of the ring for a while. and when he's finished, Declan, for the first time in a long time, calls Ronan.

he says the magic words.

"i need help."

Ronan may be pissed, but he picks up, and he turns the car around. Declan's right where he left him, only significantly bloodier.

Declan bitter and ashamed, letting Ronan half-carry him to the car: "finally got what you wanted, huh?"

Ronan, really wishing they were not back in this position, right where they were weeks ago, only worse: "Deklo, this is not what i wanted."

but it may be the breaking point that's needed for Declan to really and truly accept the position he's in. denial can hold up to a lot, especially for someone as proud and stubborn as a Lynch, but everyone has a limit. Ronan, at least, sure fucking hopes this is that limit.

.......aaaand that's installment 2 😂😂😂 i continue to muse on it and let it play out in my brain like a very self-indulgent movie. how to get Declan out from under Kavinsky's thumb when Kavinsky has no real conscience and is a dreamer to whom the law is really more of a gentle suggestion than a real threat?? idk, i'll figure it out sometime lmao, i'm just here for the hurt/comfort

hope you enjoy it lmao

#and the answer is #Anonymous #Declinsky #Declan Lynch #Ronan Lynch #Kavinsky #TRC #fics by me #abuse tw

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bobbyfiend · 1 year

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Maggie Stiefvater Writing Appreciation Post #2

Like #1, but with different snippets of her writing. Again, possible SPOILERS for the Raven Cycle

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“This is what you get, Maura, for using your DNA to make a baby.”

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“Blue was a fanciful, but sensible thing. Like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.”

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“If it had a social security number, Ronan had fought with it.”

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“Ronan and Declan Lynch were undeniably brothers, with the same dark brown hair and sharp nose, but Declan was solid where Ronan was brittle. Declan’s wide jaw and smile said Vote for me while Ronan’s buzzed head and thin mouth warned that this species was dangerous.”

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“Don't tell the others," Gansey said. "I'm dead," Noah replied, "not stupid.”

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“Behind him, he heard Ronan say, "I like the way you losers thought Instagram before first aid. Fuck off.”

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In the hall stood Richard Campbell Gansey III in his school uniform and overcoat and scarf and gloves, looking like someone from another world. Behind him was Ronan Lynch, his damn tie knotted right for once and his shirt tucked in.

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Desire and dread lay right next to each other in his heart, each sharpening the other.

#spoilers #maggie stiefvater #writing #fantasy #ya #literature #fuck me how can good writers write so good #raven cycle

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kelliealtogether · 2 years

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Combo attack 4 + 20 (ayyy) i swear I didn’t just pick these for the meme it was simply a beautiful happenstance. Alternately pick whichever one calls to u more 💖

[30 incredibly specific aus]

4. undeniable chemistry between the two lead actors in the worst hallmark movie ever

and

20. accidentally saw their coworker’s nipple piercings

Lauren! I love this combination! This could have been a whole fic! Like, a long chaptered thing! But I'm keeping myself to 500 words for these. 😌 I hope you enjoy these words, again behind the cut because Ronan's being pervy:

Ronan Lynch usually paid attention, but he was going through a bit of a phase.

He hadn’t paid attention to his agent when he signed on for a Hallmark holiday movie that was a soggy, sappy mess full of bad one-liners and characters stiffer than wood. The only reason he said yes was because the other lead, Adam Parrish, stiffened Ronan’s wood.

Their characters were cardboard, scripted into a sanitized enemies-to-lovers situation that ticked off some boxes to make the network look diverse. Feelings felt forced, the oh moment flimsy, and their chemistry was worse than two noble gasses trying to bond.

Ronan and Adam though–

Shit, they had chemistry. After their first kiss under mistletoe, when their bodies and lips fit perfectly together, Ronan booked it back to his trailer and jerked it harder than he had since puberty.

So maybe it was a good thing Ronan was going through a phase where he wasn’t paying attention, because if he had been paying attention, he wouldn’t have walked into Adam’s trailer instead of his own.

He wouldn’t have walked in on Adam standing shirtless and gotten a nice long look at the vee of Adam’s narrow hips, the flat plane of his stomach, his pecs, and his–

Nipple piercings.

Two tiny barbells through Adam’s perfect pink nipples.

Fuck, Ronan thought.

“Fuck,” he said out loud.

Adam looked up from his phone and looked mildly startled, his fair eyebrows knitting together when he saw Ronan, who was having a very hard time looking away from Adam’s chest. “Lynch. Hey.”

Head too full and too empty, Ronan replied, “You have piercings.”

Adam’s brows furrowed more. “What?” He looked where Ronan was looking and laughed once, silently. “Oh, yeah. I forget I have them.” He set his phone down then flicked a silver ball next to his right nipple with his fingertip before he looked back up at Ronan. Adam’s lips twitched when Ronan lifted his gaze and their eyes met. “Bit of a masochist.”

Ronan couldn’t fathom how Adam forgot his nipple rings when all Ronan wanted to do was play with them, with his fingers, his teeth, his tongue. He wanted to suck on them, pull them until Adam moaned. He said, “They look–good.”

Adam cocked his head slightly, a little tilt of his chin down to the left, and, slowly, he closed the space between them. Ronan swallowed when Adam stopped in front of him, then swallowed again when Adam licked the pad of his thumb, brought it to Ronan’s neck, and rubbed away some of the makeup covering a bold black hook of Ronan’s sweeping back tattoo that crept above his collar.

Pressing fingertips to the revealed bit of tattoo, Adam leaned a little closer and said, “So does this.”

Ronan hoped no one was paying attention when he left Adam's trailer. Not because of his swollen lips rubbed raw by Adam's stubble, but because he was grinning idiotically and, in his fervor, he'd definitely chipped a tooth.

#my fics #pentadrabble #pynch #the raven cycle #ronan lynch #adam parrish #prompt fill

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figonas · 1 year

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Get To Know Me

I was tagged by the amazing and wonderful @zumurruds (like a week ago I know but I’m sorry life’s been insane)

share your wallpaper: I have 2 because of my focus settings. The best fanart of Gideon Nav to ever exist & this cute picture of my boyfriend napping with my sisters cat.

the last song you listened to:

currently reading: so I’m a complete and total psychopath, I read multiple books at the same time. I usually am reading a book on my kindle, a physical book and listening to an audiobook at any given time.

kindle = Ocean’s Echo which I started forever ago and am just now finishing

audiobook = Harrow the Ninth I needed a comfort read last week…no one @ me about HtN being my comfort read

physical = The Final Girl Support Group

last movie: uhhhh I think it was Everything Everywhere All At Once (again) I watched it when I came home from the bar and cried (again) alone in my bed 💀

craving: pizza

what are you wearing right now: pjs

how tall are you: 5’1” 🦐

piercings: I have my ears pierced but that’s it

tattoos: 8

last drink: I am drinking red sangria as we speak

last show: currently balls deep in a rewatch of Black Sails, thank you very much

last thing you ate: chocolate chip cookie 🍪

favorite color: if you’ve read up until this point and haven’t figured out that my favorite color is green then go with god because I cannot help you. (It’s dark, forest green tho not this lime ass bitch)

current obsession: Travellers Rest it’s a video game a la Stardew Valley but instead of a farm you run a tavern

unrelated obsession: cross stitch, I be loving all those lil squares

any pets: a dog & 2 chickens

do you have a crush on anyone: A. I’m 28 so saying I have a crush on anyone sounds weird as hell and B. My boyfriend

favorite fictional character: asking me to pick just one is criminal, disgusting even. That being said probably Ronan Lynch from The Raven Cycle

last place you travelled: to Pennsylvania for a funeral 💀

tagging: @jurdanhell (miss u) @adxmparriish @frootloopscereal @lavenderlemonrose @justiceforprincecorrick & anyone else who wants to

#I KNOW THIS IS LATE BUT WHATEVER #thank you 💚#tag game

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dayurno · 9 months

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No but fr. Kandrew win. Let me EXPLAIN Gansey and Ronan to you (the characters that post is about) so you can know how much

So Richard Campell Gansey III is a fancy rich boy who believes he has a Destiny™. He died once and a ghost told him has to find a Lost Ancient King and so he built his entire personality around that. Also he is going to die again but that's nbd

Ronan Lynch is an ANGRY rich boy. His dad was murdered a couple years back and his life has spiraled out of control since, including the dreams/nightmares he kind of brings to reality once in a while, and a lot of drag racing and other general bad ideas.

They are BEST friends. They go to the same private school. When Ronan was on his self-destruction spiral, Gansey saved him from being killed by a nightmare and they have been attached at the hip since. Ronan goes on countryside walks to satisfy Gansey's obsession. The only time Gansey, a famously moral person, did shady things was to keep Ronan on school and therefore by his side. He also punched a man to defend him once. They would die for each other.

There are more parallels than this but it would get too long. You can even cast Adam as Neil.

The best part of trc is that literally every relantioship is too unhinged not to be a little romantic. They are all canonically in love with each other

HAHA THIS WAS SO SERIOUS AND PASSIONATE youve convinced me anon youve already convinced me on the first line i believe in you! dearly and honestly!

because of this i did pick up trc again! i do have some thoughts so far and youre right adam can be cast as neil because they have a very interesting brand of self-flagellation and snark! also very observant and somehow detached from it? can't quite explain it but i really see it!

gansey oh well ive always liked him :) reading trc now ive really only grown more fond of him, hes smart and beautiful and gentle........ i dont know yet about him being anything alike kevin but i do really see how his little gangly pack of mutts' loyalty for him is alike to how andrew and neil (and jean!) look at kevin..... i think perhaps gansey is a manic pixie dream girl-fied version of kevin, which is not quite how he is in reality, but is definitely how the remains of the perfect court see kevin! so in a way they are the same. but more so kevin is a shadow of ganseys shadow if that makes sense

and for ronan i was surprised at how much i actually liked him! ive seen him going around on tumblr and well i need you to know i dont trust bald men or even men with buzzcuts so in my first read of him back in 2020 i didnt like ronan at all. now that im older and more mature and such i do like him a lot though! he is angry and child-like which i see in andrew, but because he is so undeniably 16 years old about it there is an earnestness to him andrew has since lost. nevertheless i really see how he trails after gansey like a puppy on a leash so yeah in the end. kandrew

as a final and perhaps funny consideration i think kevins trcsona might actually be blue.... a little gruff and clumsy and moved by a lot of guilt (im only on book one!) but still with a lot more bite than youd expect..... im not yet sure though. just throwing ideas around. for now lets stick to gansey

#asks #kandrew #my only question about trc is dont these children have parents. much love #ganseys parents are either the most neglectful people in the world or just genuinely as insane as he is #but anyway so far gansey is really a little prince im fond of him... hes like a distant little brother to me #i think (i hope!) they grow up during the books so i can see him growing more into the kevin day parallels as he matures #but honestly i dont know yet! im intrigued. im listening

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mychemicalrachel · 11 months

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91 pynch?

[SEXY PROMPTS]

What are the chances I got the same prompt twice? But this was just such a fun one, I had to write it twice!! 🔥🔥

91. Cock-Warming

Adam was a lot of things; on the surface he was handsome, a blue-eyed boy with southern charm and a sly smile. He was smart and sarcastic and ruthless. A menace, a magician.

And sometimes, when the mood struck him just right, Adam Parrish was a goddamn tease. He liked to take his time, drawing it out, fucking Ronan long and slow.

Sitting on Ronan’s cock, giving him tender, leisurely kisses, Ronan knew that Adam knew exactly what he was doing to Ronan’s brain– turning it to sludge, disassembling it piece by motherfucking piece. His tongue slipped between Ronan’s lips, but retreated before Ronan could latch onto it or deepen the kiss. It was another tease, a miniscule taste of what would eventually come, and Ronan longed for it. He pressed closer into Adam’s chest, his space, his touch, searching for more.

Adam smiled, nipping at Ronan’s lip, and pulled just a fraction too far when Ronan tried to chase him.

“Adam,” Ronan swore, or maybe it was a plea.

Adam sated him with another gentle kiss. His eyelashes fluttered against Ronan’s cheeks, his hand solid where it cradled the back of Ronan's skull, and he whispered, "You feel so good." They'd hardly even begun and yet his voice already sounded wrecked, ruined. Shifting in Ronan's lap, somehow sinking even farther down onto him, he sighed happily, and Ronan had to grip his waist, fingers biting into the soft flesh, to keep himself from moving.

God he wanted to move. If only he could rock his hips just a little, enough for some friction, anything to relieve the pressure built up inside him.

When he had Adam like this– wet hot heat all around him, everything Adam, intoxicating and addictive– it was so much more than just sex. It was the two of them bonded in an intimate way that exceeded any physical feeling. Like Adam had stripped his soul bare and offered it to Ronan, his heart in his hands, and Ronan never wanted to let go. He wanted to be worthy of holding it.

He reached behind Adam to feel where they were connected. The tip of his finger teased the rim of Adam's hole stretched around him and Adam shivered, grappling at Ronan’s shoulders, sighing against his lips. It was basically an open invitation to kiss him again, so Ronan did. He kissed him until he couldn't breathe and then still he kissed him more. Deep in Adam's warmth, with the taste of him on his tongue, the weight of him pressing Ronan into the mattress– he thought maybe it was better than any orgasm.

Until Adam shifted again and Ronan remembered how painfully hard he was. He hissed, half a moan and half a prayer. "Adam."

Sweat beaded on Adam's forehead and his chest, a sheen spread over tense muscles when he finally lifted his hips, giving way to the friction Ronan so desperately desired. He moved slow, as he always did after so long sitting dormant, letting his body adjust, coming to life. His head fell back, eyes closed, mouth open.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Ronan told him, and Adam's answering laugh was barely more than a breath.

He kissed Ronan once more and said, "You're already balls deep inside me, Lynch. I don't need your flattery. I need you to fuck me."

Twisting an arm around Adam's waist, holding him close, Ronan grinned.

He didn't need to be told twice.

#thanks so much for the prompt 🥰🥰🥰#pynch #ronan lynch #adam parrish

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zephfair · 11 months

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I think this one would be good! 76 for the kink prompts 🥺🥺 please and thank you! 🥰🥰

Thank you so much for the prompt! I'm sorry this one got away from me and is more silly than sexy! 😭 But I hope it makes you smile! Thank you for everything! 😘💖💖💖

76. Laughter During Sex

This is Adam/Ronan, Rated E

Although Ronan trusted Adam implicitly, he was still skeptical. “You want to put what where?”

Adam burst out laughing.

While Ronan usually loved making his Adam laugh, he didn’t particularly appreciate it at such important, memorable times.

“Come on, Parrish, help me out here if you don’t think I’m doing it right.”

Adam wiped the tears of laughter from his eye. “I’m just saying, it’s not rocket science. It doesn’t take a genius to figure this out.”

“How did you even learn all this shit?” Ronan had to admit, Adam’s competence really did it for him. There was something about Adam being confident bordering on arrogant when he just took over and did whatever that made Ronan feel very hot.

“Oh you know. I’ve read about it, watched shit on the Internet. Worked it out for myself. Had a little experience.”

Adam put his hand on top of Ronan’s and guided him, and Ronan was forced to admit, that did work better.

“See, I knew you could do it. Eventually.”

“Shithead,” Ronan said just loud enough that he knew Adam would pick it up.

From Adam’s shit-eating grin, he heard loud and clear.

It was a hazy day in June and they were trying to dig a pond in one of the fields at the Barns.

As soon as Adam’s tinkering had resurrected one of the old Lynch backhoes, Ronan had immediately wanted to run it. But Adam, much to his credit, insisted on driving it to the part of the pasture they’d chosen. Then Ronan had insisted at getting behind the controls once Adam broke the ground.

Unfortunately, Ronan didn’t think he’d have much of a future career in running heavy equipment. But after he slid off the seat and let Adam take over with strong, sure hands, he didn’t mind ‘hoeing as long as it could be with Adam.

That made him laugh out loud which made Adam look down at him questioningly. Ronan just laughed again and shrugged.

After Adam had dug out as much as he wanted for the day, Ronan climbed up the tire and squeezed onto the seat despite Adam’s protestations.

“You’re really hot when you’re digging out big holes,” Ronan said against his lips then kissed him.

Adam couldn’t kiss back for a moment because he started laughing. “That’s really some pickup line.”

“It wasn’t a line, it’s the truth,” Ronan protested.

“You think I’m hot when I’m digging big holes.” Adam couldn’t even say it without a chuckle.

“I think you’re hot all the time,” Ronan said, kissing at his jaw, biting at the hinge under his ear.

“But watching me run a backhoe really gets you going,” Adam hmmed in pleasure when Ronan flicked his tongue against his earlobe and ran it up and around the whorl of his ear.

“Yeah, I think it does.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Adam said, finally turning to kiss him properly.

Ronan got his arm around Adam and didn’t care that both of them were sticky with sweat and wet from the heat.

Adam apparently didn’t care either because when Ronan came up for air, Adam sucked down the tender skin of his throat.

“Ah, fuck,” Ronan breathed out, trying to lean back and pull Adam with him but there was no room on the seat.

“You wanna?” Adam pulled away long enough to meet his eyes with a little grin.

“Always, yeah.”

“Then let’s go in the house.”

“But we’re here now.”

Adam flicked his nose and stood up. “But the house will be much more comfortable.”

“Barn?” Ronan tried to bargain but Adam shook his head and laughed again.

“You can wait another couple minutes.”

“What if I can’t though?”

Adam glanced down at his lap where Ronan was already getting visibly excited from just the kissing and proximity to Adam. “Do you need help walking with that?”

Ronan barked out a laugh and Adam jumped down from the cab of the backhoe.

“Come on, the faster we get back—”

“The faster we can fuck.”

Adam grinned and shook his head in amusement. “This is you warning me that it’s going to be fast?”

Ronan scowled and jumped down just as Adam conveniently stepped out of the way. “You know what the hell I mean. Now come on,” and he took off jogging across the field.

Adam caught him easily and bumped his hip. “Did you really think I was making fun of your sexual stamina?”

Ronan missed a step and swore. “Please don’t ever say that again. It sounds so weird, talking about ‘sexual matters,’” Ronan said in a mocking affected accent.

“Why can’t I talk about your sexual prowess? You don’t have faith in your sexual performance?” Adam teased.

“It sounds so bad,” Ronan insisted and they both burst out laughing, Ronan jostling into Adam. Adam wrapped his arm around Ronan’s waist so they made it to the front porch at the same time.

“Shower first?” Ronan asked as he opened the screendoor for them.

“We’re just going to get dirty again.”

“Ah Parrish, now you’re talking,” and Ronan swept him into his arms and kissed him.

Adam let out a breathy noise that Ronan interpreted as a little laugh, but he didn’t stop kissing him. When Ronan’s hands roamed down and grabbed Adam’s ass, Adam made the noise again.

Ronan pulled back from his mouth. He was afraid to ask because it might spoil everything, but he just had to know.

“Why are you in such a good mood today?”

Adam shrugged but a smile tugged at his lips. “I don’t know. It’s just a good day. Can’t I enjoy it?”

“Just wanted to make sure you’re not secretly taking drugs or something without sharing. You’re all giggly.”

“I am not nor have I ever been giggly,” Adam insisted.

Ronan nosed at his ear. “You’re giggling like a school girl.”

“You take that back.”

“Make me.”

“OK I will,” and with more strength and agility than Ronan knew he possessed, Adam tackled him to the big couch. He trapped Ronan’s wrists up at his head and straddled his waist proudly.

“Wow, you sure showed me,” Ronan drawled.

“That’s right.” Adam’s smirk was fast and tight.

“Yep, you got me right where I wanted you.”

“No, I got you right where...damn it Lynch.” At Adam’s frustration, it was Ronan’s turn to burst out laughing. He strained himself up to peck a kiss to Adam’s nose and make it scrunch.

“Now that I’m at your mercy, whatever are you going to do to me?” Ronan’s attempt at batting his eyelashes must have been hilarious because Adam joined him laughing.

It was one of the warmest, happiest moments of Ronan’s life and he thought that he’d remember it forever—the two of them entwined, happy, laughing, not burdened by the past or worried about the future, just being together right then in the moment.

Ronan broke the easy hold Adam had on his wrists so he could bring his arms up around Adam and pull him down. Adam followed easily, mouth still open, eyes bright, and he smiled at Ronan as they kissed.

God, what I wouldn’t give to freeze this moment in time, Ronan prayed, but it got even better as Adam shifted around to get more comfortable and ended up sprawled mostly on top of Ronan.

Ronan concentrated on the warmth of Adam’s tongue in his mouth, the thrill of a touch still so intimate. He ran his hands down and back up Adam’s wiry back, feeling where the T-shirt was stuck to his sweaty skin.

When Adam dipped down to attack his neck again with kisses and tiny bites, Ronan couldn’t help but moan.

“Yeah, you like that,” Adam’s voice was muffled against his throat.

“Yeah,” Ronan agreed amiably. He managed to get his fingers under Adam’s shirt and began to pull it up. Adam was down to licking at the dip between his collarbones when he got the message that Ronan was trying to undress him.

He was only too eager to sit up, and start to take off his shirt, but Ronan tried to sit up at the same time and somehow between his shimmy to take off his own shirt and Adam’s motion, Adam started to tip.

“Oh shit,” was all Ronan could say before Adam’s eyes got big and he fell off the couch.

“Oh my God,” Ronan started laughing as soon as he heard Adam clearly say “Shit.”

Ronan rolled on his side and looked down from his lofty perch on the couch. Adam lay flat on his back rubbing at his shoulder. “You get lost?” Ronan asked in his most innocent voice.

He couldn’t help but laugh again at Adam’s expression. “I can’t believe you pushed me off the couch.”

“I didn’t push you,” Ronan said, trying to catch his breath. “Your clumsy ass fell right off.”

Then Adam was trying to scramble up but Ronan had already decided what he’d do and so Adam ended up flat on his back again on the floor with Ronan on top of him.

“I missed you,” Ronan explained and Adam cracked another smile.

“Asshole.”

“Now Parrish, I know you didn’t just objectify me down to one body part, although I know you do like it.”

“You are such an ass,” Adam manhandled his smirking face down and kissed him.

They made out lazily for a while, their former intensity slowed down by the couch interlude. But this time when Adam rolled Ronan onto his back and incidentally right under the coffee table, they both had to take a breath to laugh.

“How are we so bad at this?” Ronan gasped between laughs.

“It’s you.”

“How is it my fault?!”

“You’re distracting. If you’d just let me be in charge...”

Ronan felt his stomach tighten in anticipation. “You think you can handle being in charge?”

“Yeah, I do.” Adam smiled down at him and Ronan smiled back.

“Impress me then,” he said.

“First we go upstairs to your bed,” Adam whispered hotly in his ear.

Ronan shivered even as the heat pooled in his groin. “And then?”

“And then I’m going to undress you. And get you ready. And then I’m going to fuck you.”

“Fuuuck,” Ronan agreed, shivering again when Adam sucked his earlobe quickly.

“Let’s go.”

Adam stood up and offered him a hand. Ronan just stared up at him, too turned on to even move. Adam grinned at him when he realized.

“Fuck,” Ronan said again and finally let Adam help him up.

“That’s the plan,” Adam poked him in the back to get him moving. Between Ronan’s shaky legs and Adam’s steady prodding, they made it to his room, shut the door and collapsed among the sheets and pillows still in disarray from their morning.

Adam stripped off his T-shirt and started working at his cargo shorts. He glanced over where Ronan lay watching him. “Why aren’t you getting naked?”

“You said you were going to undress me.”

Adam sighed in fake frustration. Ronan just put his arms behind his head and watched the quick but efficient strip show.

Once Adam had peeled off his socks at the edge of the bed, he crawled over Ronan. “How do I get to do this?”

“You’re the one in charge,” Ronan reminded him sweetly.

Adam rolled up Ronan’s T-shirt but it got caught on his arms. “OK Lynch, get your shirt off.”

Ronan tutted. “But that wouldn’t be keeping your promise to undress me.”

“You’re such a shithead.”

“I know,” Ronan smiled with all his teeth. Adam huffed a laugh then put his forehead down on Ronan’s chest and laughed out loud. Ronan held the back of his head and joined him.

Adam took a deep breath and attacked Ronan’s belt and fly instead. Ronan barely lifted his hips, waited until Adam was frustrated and then lifted a little, just enough to make them both laugh again.

“I can’t believe you’re being so shitty about this,” Adam informed him, dramatically tossing Ronan’s jeans behind himself.

“OK, fine, I’ll help you this once.” Ronan was more than ready to give in so he finished whipping off his clothes while Adam rummaged in the nightstand drawer.

“You really okay with this,” Adam said, holding up the lube.

“Definitely.” Ronan leaned over and kissed him. Adam turned so he had a better angle and held Ronan’s shoulder and neck. Ronan wrapped his arms around Adam’s back and pulled him closer.

After a thoroughly satisfying kiss, Ronan lay back as Adam gently pushed him down.

“I said I’d get you ready too.”

“Yeah you did.”

Adam nodded as Ronan grabbed a pillow and propped his pelvis up. “Come on, Parrish. Don’t mess this up now.”

Adam shook his head and chuckled. He kissed Ronan’s belly, right beside his happy trail and nuzzled his way downward. Then his lips drifted to the other side with featherlight kisses and a soft finger trailing down toward Ronan’s hardening cock.

Ronan shut his eyes, tried to hold it in, tried even harder then exploded with a “HA!” just as Adam’s lips whispered over the join of his hip and groin.

“What the hell Lynch?”

Ronan let out a noise he didn’t even know he could make.

And Adam laughed at him.

“You fucker, that tickles,” Ronan grumbled. “Touch me harder.”

Adam laughed again, but he obliged, cupping Ronan’s hip in his hand while he sucked a mouthful of soft skin on the opposite groin.

Ronan whimpered.

“Better?”

“Much.” Ronan looked down his body to see the bright blue eyes looking back at him. “You may proceed.”

Adam shook his head and they both laughed. “You’re such a dick.”

Ronan gestured. “I’m not but I have one and it’s right there.”

“You think you’re funny.”

“You’re the one laughing.”

“I guess I have a bad sense of humor too.”

“Good thing we don’t have to inflict it on anyone other than each other.”

“Probably safer that way,” Adam agreed.

“All right, Parrish. No more tickling. Just more fucking.”

“Got it.” Adam’s grin was still big as he leaned down to suck the tip of Ronan’s cock into his mouth.

All humor went right out of Ronan’s head as Adam got down to business. Ronan thought muzzily that Adam always had to be an overachiever because he was too damn good at sucking cock while his nimble fingers slicked into Ronan in ways that were all too incredible.

Ronan let the pleasure wash him along and it was too soon before he had to concentrate on holding back his orgasm. He reached down to Adam, carded his fingers through his hair, and said, “Let’s get this show on the road, boss.”

Adam pulled off his cock and looked up at him. “What did you just say?”

Ronan was so captivated by the redness of Adam’s lips, the spit shining on his chin that he actually forgot what he said. Then he remembered what he wanted next. “I’m ready.”

But Adam was already cackling softly. “Did you just call me boss?”

“Noo, I just meant, come on and fuck me before I lose it.”

Adam didn’t remove his fingers, but as he rubbed right over Ronan’s prostate, Ronan had to grind his teeth to hold back. Adam noticed it and smiled.

“Got it. Let’s go.”

Ronan let Adam maneuver him, not for teasing this time, but because he felt wound so tight, so heavy with anticipation of even more pleasure until Adam slid between his thighs and pushed into him.

“Is this show on the road enough for you, employee?” Adam asked softly.

“What the... What the actual fuck?” Ronan stared up at him in absolute confusion.

Adam smirked and Ronan realized what he’d said and then he couldn’t help it. He held onto Adam and started laughing, Adam’s back shaking from restraining his own laughter.

Even as Ronan couldn’t believe they were laughing at something so stupid during sex, the motion did something, somehow pushed Adam into him differently and Ronan felt him deep, his own body twitching to accept him.

“God, you feel good,” Ronan finally groaned.

“Can I move now?” Adam asked, leaning forward even more.

“Yesss. Just don’t fall off the bed.”

“Fucker,” Adam whispered and pulled back out to thrust.

It may have driven Ronan out of his mind because all he could do was wrap his arms and legs around every piece of Adam he could and take it. He knew he babbled something and Adam’s mouth brushed over his in a breathless attempt at kissing, but Ronan just clung tighter.

He could feel Adam’s thrusts come slower and Ronan tilted up to meet him until Adam shook apart and came. Ronan couldn’t get his breath back and was thankful a moment later when Adam slid his hand between them and started pumping his cock.

It didn’t take long. Ronan came with a shout, his entire body tensing and then falling suddenly into total relaxation, every muscle suddenly intensely loose. He didn’t even flinch when Adam pulled out of him and slid off the bed.

He felt like his brain was finally coming back online when Adam gingerly wiped his cum off his stomach with a wet washcloth and then gently probed between his legs.

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he lifted one heavy arm to ruffle Adam’s hair.

“You’re welcome.”

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Ronan was just aware enough to ask.

“I’m just realizing that I fucked you so hard that politeness came out.”

It was a long beat until Ronan caught on. He spluttered “The fuck, Parrish?”

Adam joined his laughter and lay down beside and partly on him. Ronan brought his arm up and around him to hold him always closer.

“You’re the shithead.”

Adam hmmed happily. “As long as we’re shitty together.”

“Always, Parrish.”

Here is the Prompts List that got my blog a Mature label.

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