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upsidedown-cats · 4 years

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What A Queer Constellation They All Were

Ronan was not happy about the situation. He knew they would have to come out at some point, but he had a feeling that both Blue and Noah already knew, and Cheng didn't seem that surprised. Gansey, however, was shocked. Ronan expected him to say something stupid or offensive, but the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "Can we ask questions?" Which was far better than a lot of other things he could say.

Exchanging a look with his boyfriend, Ronan shrugged. Adam turned back and said, "Sure."

"How long have you two been together?" Cheng spoke first, because he and Gansey seemed to be the only ones with questions, and Gansey was lost in thought.

"A few weeks," replied Adam. Henry nodded and then went to sit on Gansey's bed with Blue and Noah, so that they were close but not just standing there strangely like Gansey still was.

After a couple of moments filled with awkward silence and Gansey staring into space, he finally spoke. "How did you know?"

"Know that I was gay, or know that I liked Adam?"

"Both. You, too." Gansey gestured at Adam, then added quickly, "If that's okay."

Speaking first, Adam said, "Well, I'm bisexual, and I've known that for about a year. I found the term and it fit me, so I used it."

"I don't understand. It fit you? How?"

Adams brow furrowed. "I've liked both boys and girls before, and I liked that term the best."

"But how did you know that?"

Ronan was beginning to get annoyed, but Adam said patiently, "I've felt attraction to them."

Gansey started staring into space again, chewing his lip. And then left. Just turned and walked out the door of Monmouth. Adam blinked. Ronan was definitely annoyed now, bordering on angry.

"Wow," he snapped at nobody. "Thanks for showing your support!"

"Give him some time. He needs to think." Noah was smiling slightly, as if he knew something they didn't, which just made Ronan more upset.

"What's there to think about? Is he trying to decide whether he's homophobic or not?" Ronan turned and stormed to his room, slamming the door behind him. Adam followed him in, shutting the door more gently and sitting on the bed beside him.

Ronan sagged against his shoulder and Adam wrapped an arm around him. He knew that his boyfriend was disappointed too, that he wanted Gansey's approval as much as Ronan did. But it didn't look as though they were going to get it.

They didn't see Gansey until the next day, but according to Noah, he had asked Cheng and Blue to come talk to him a few hours after he left. Noah, for some reason, looked pleased about that, so Ronan had yelled at him, and clearly hurt, he disappeared.

But when Gansey did come back to the factory, Noah left his room to wait with Ronan and Adam on the couch while Gansey, Blue, and Henry came from the car to the living room.

As soon as Gansey opened the door and saw them waiting on the couch, he moved to the same position he had been in the day before, and cleared his throat.

"I wanted to apologize, for yesterday. Blue and Henry told me that my reaction was not appropriate, and that I needed to make it more clear that I supported you two. So, I support both of you." He hesitated, glancing uncertainly at Cheng and Blue, who were on Gansey's bed, just like yesterday. They gave him a thumbs-up, nodding encouragingly, as if they were telling him to continue, although Ronan wasn't sure what more there was to say. He started to talk, but before he could, Gansey spoke again.

"Also, um, I did some research, and I- I need to- I-" He looked towards his bed again, this time more scared then hesitant. They nodded again, and Cheng mouthed, You got this.

Gansey clasped his hands together and coughed. "Yesterday, I did some research, and I- IthinkI'mbisexual." He says the last part in a rush, like he was trying to get over it as quickly as possible.

Ronan and Adam gaped at him, and he froze for a moment before going to his bed and sitting between Blue and Cheng. The latter nudged him slightly, but he shook his head and looked at her pleadingly.

After a short staring contest, Blue relented and turned to Adam and Ronan. "Also, the three of us are dating now."

Ronan certainly hadn't been expecting Gansey to come out, but now he was even more shocked. Noah, on the other hand, leapt up and pumped a fist. "Yes! Finally!" He beamed, looking delighted. Oh. He must have known. That's what he was talking about.

While Ronan and Adam continued staring, Noah pulled Henry, Gansey, and Blue into a group hug before pulling back and smiling again. "I mean, honestly, that took ages."

Blue pouted at the ghost good-naturedly, but Gansey was still watching Adam and Ronan, worried, and Cheng put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

That snapped Ronan out of his thoughts, and he said, "Okay, why did Noah know and we didn't? Completely unfair."

"I didn't know! It's not like I told him! Although he definitely could have said something to me earlier." Gansey did look a little annoyed, but mostly relieved.

Adam said, "Well, congratulations, I suppose. And apology accepted."

"Told you so," Blue said cheerfully, and then looked over at the others. "Also, I'm bi, if you were wondering."

"And I'm pansexual," offered Cheng, which Noah grinned at.

"I'm pan too!"

Henry hopped to his feet and high-fived Noah immediately.

Ronan sighed dramatically and moved so his legs were on Adam's lap. "How are none of you gay? Completely unfair."

"Oh, stop whining, Lynch. We're all queer, so there's that." Adam was smirking at him, amused, which Ronan took offense to, until his words registered and he sat bolt upright.

"Yeah, I suppose," he said, trying to hide his excitement, although his quick reaction probably gave it away. Ronan felt uncharacteristically relaxed, both relieved by Gansey's acceptance and a little proud of him. "You're all still losers though."

Blue laughed. "Oh, like you aren't a loser too."

Ronan tried to glare, but he was pretty sure he failed miserably.

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pynches · 5 years

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a/n pride month is over but pride has just begun in amsterdam so i had to write this and i’m not sorry at all

mainly pynch but slight henry/blue/gansey

word count: 2461

Kissing one of the most attractive guys Adam had ever seen during his first Pride was not something he had expected beforehand. And yet here he was.

Adam had come out only recently, to Blue first and then Gansey. Blue had coaxed it out of him gently, giving him the reassurance he needed every step of the way there. She had realised there was something bothering him but Adam didn’t know what it was himself until he started daydreaming about one of the other students in his Molecular & Cellular Biology class. A male student.

At first, he had wanted to keep it to himself, something to figure out later when he had more time, but the next time he saw Blue, the words jumbled out of his mouth with no way of stopping it. She had been lovely because of course, she had, she had come out as bi the moment they started dating, so he didn’t expect anything else.

They had sat together with some of her mom’s tea that was supposed to help with clarity and talked until deep into the night. Adam had finally settled on a term to describe himself that he felt most comfortable with: bisexual.

He had then told Gansey, who was more than interested and immediately checked out multiple books from the library that explained what his and other sexualities entailed. Adam felt embarrassed by it but he knew Gansey meant well.

Not long after, Gansey had come out as pansexual.

Since then he had come out to a few more people. Students who asked about his girlfriend, which he corrected with “or boyfriend”, that one lovely professor who always looked at him with kind eyes. It was getting easier every day and Adam finally started to feel comfortable in his own skin.

Pride took place a few months later. Blue had come to his and Gansey’s dorm, her backpack filled with pride flags and self-made outfits, and proudly presented him with chalk in the colours of the bisexual flag.

His first instinct was to say no. He had only just come out and he didn’t know how he was going to react to the crowds, the loud noises, the craziness of it all. Despite himself, he nodded though, knowing somewhere deep in his heart that he wanted to meet his people. Others like him that would make him feel less lonely in the world.

When he saw Blue’s beaming smile directed at him, he knew he had made the right decision.

“You’re gonna look great,” Blue said, carefully lathering his cheek with chalk. “I’m an amazing artist.”

“It’s just some chalk, Blue,” Adam laughed, taking in the slight pout on her lips. “But I’m sure you’re doing great.”

“You bet your freckled ass I am!” Blue exclaimed, never losing her intense concentration. Adam could feel her stare burning through his cheek. “Now hold still and let me finish this.”

When Adam checked himself in the mirror, he couldn’t help but smile. Blue had made the flag perfectly square and the eyeliner she insisted on, turned his eyes into molten gold. He carefully pulled his old t-shirt off and put the crop top Blue had given him on. He then settled the blue and pink flower crown on his head which was also made by Blue and gave himself one last look.

He had never looked more like himself.

Adam stepped out of the bathroom and found Blue torturing Henry this time. Though he received kisses on the nose as a way to keep him quiet.

“She’s going full out,” Gansey said from beside him, a soft smile on his face directed at the two. Adam felt a surge of happiness for them. It wasn’t always easy for the three to be together, they often got shit from other students who didn’t understand the love they had for each other but Adam always saw it as nothing but beautiful.

Gansey got up and pecked Blue on her forehead. He murmured something in her ear and her loving smile turned mischievous.

“Close your eyes,” she told Henry, while Gansey got behind him and cuddled him to his chest.

“Are you seriously tag-teaming me?” Henry asked indignantly but leaned back into Gansey’s chest all the same.

“You’re gonna love it,” Blue assured him and joined them in cuddling for a second. Adam averted his gaze to give them some privacy and fiddled with his phone instead.

He wasn’t jealous of their love, not even jealous of Blue dating other people after they broke up, but he did wish he had a love to call his own. A deep and profound connection with someone that would make your heart race and feel comfortably familiar at the same time.

He had tried, of course. Went on dates with girls, guys, everything in between and out of it, but he never found that spark with someone he was so desperately seeking.

When he finally turned his attention back to his friends, Henry’s eyelids were painted in the colours of the rainbow. It was skillfully done and if he hadn’t been anticipating Pride so much, he would’ve asked Blue to do the same to him.

They finally arrived at the Pride parade half an hour later and Adam didn’t know where to look. There were people with numerous flags everywhere, waving around in the wind. There were people of all kinds happily talking among themselves, couples of all genders kissing each other lovingly, little kids with on the back of their parent’s neck with tiny rainbow flags.

Adam felt overwhelmed but in the best way possible. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked down at Henry smiling.

“Take it all in man,” he said, patting his shoulder softly. “I felt this way too the first time. Let it all out.”

Adam hadn’t even realised a few tears were rolling down his cheeks. He immediately thought of the flags decorating his skin, but Blue must have noticed the panic in his eyes.

“I used setting spray,” she told him kindly. “I was prepared.”

They walked around for a bit, laughing and smiling at the antics of other people. They lost each other in the crowd but Adam didn’t particularly mind. He would find them again and it was nice to take in the experience without the distractions of others.

Adam was just in the middle of waving at a girl who was proudly waving her Bi flag when he felt soft fingers circling his wrist.

“Are you single?” someone shouted in his ear. By luck, they had chosen his only hearing ear. He turned to glare at the person who rudely asked him that but stopped dead in his tracks.

The guy was around his age, Adam guessed, and a bit taller than him. His pale skin was slightly reddened from the sun yet he was still wearing all black. The tank top he wore had a long cut where the sleeve should have been and Adam could see the muscles rippling under his skin.

When he finally found the courage to move his eyes up, he found intense blue eyes staring back at him. Adam eyed his buzzcut and imagined what it would feel like to touch it. He was so lost in thought he almost missed the dark tattoo that curled from the boy’s neck to his shoulders.

“I asked,” the boy said again, visibly losing patience. “Are you single?”

Adam could only dumbly nod. The boy’s lips turned upwards into a cutting smirk and pulled him along to the outskirts of the parade. He could hear the chanting before he even saw the protesters standing behind the fences. The boards they held all said the typical cliche and homophobic things they always said.

“Being gay is a sin!”

“God hates gays!”

“Adam and Eve!”

Adam would’ve laughed from the sheer absurdity if it wasn’t this upsetting to see. This was a day for him, for his community. Not for people who took one book out of context.

Anger coiled low in his stomach. How dare they ruin a perfect day like this. Did they really have nothing better to do?

“I know,” the boy said, eyeing Adam. “It makes me fucking angry too. That’s why we’re doing this.”

“Doing what?” Adam asked, struggling to keep up with the long legs of the boy next to him.

“Giving them the performance of a lifetime,” the boy said dangerously, stopping right in front of the protesters. He leaned in and it took Adam some time before he finally realised what was happening.

He had every chance to pull away.

He stood on his tiptoes and held on for dear life instead.

The boy’s lips were soft and oh so gentle. Adam lost himself into the feel of them entirely, to the point where he didn’t even hear the shouting of the angry protesters anymore. The only thing he could focus on was this beautiful boy. His smell, the taste of his mouth, how his fingers felt tangled into his curls after his flower crown was knocked off.

The kiss deepened and somewhere, far away, he heard cheering. But Adam was more focused on the fingers tracing his bare midriff and the way the boy sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.

They pulled away and Adam subconsciously followed the boy’s lips. He opened his eyes and got one last glimpse of the boy smirking at him before the stranger turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

He didn’t even realise phones were pointing at him until it was too late. Adam smiled sheepishly and hauled ass, frantically looking for his friends.

When he finally found them, he nearly launched himself in their arms and blurted out the entire story. His friends were silent for a few seconds before Henry sighed.

“Are you saying your Pride was infinitely more successful than mine?”

Gansey rubbed his back in a comforting manner but Blue turned to him. “Why is it such a big deal? You’ve kissed guys before.”

“I felt it!” Adam exclaimed, pulling a full belly laugh from Henry. Even Blue and Gansey couldn’t contain their smiles.

“Tell me, Parrish,” Henry wheezed, “what did you feel exactly.”

Adam looked down and kicked some pebbles with the toe of his sneaker.

“Adam?” Gansey asked, sobering up immediately.

“The spark,” Adam sighed. “I felt the spark.”

“Oh no,” Blue said softly, hugging Adam tightly with as much power as her tiny body could.

“We have to find him,” Gansey said resolutely. Henry, Blue and Adam all eyed each other. They knew this side of Gansey all too well. The Gansey that stays up hours passed midnight because there is so much research he wants to do and not enough time in the day. The Gansey whose mind won’t shut up and he has to do something or he will go insane. The Gansey who lives off coffee and his mint plants and barely eats or drinks anything else because there is not enough time.

Telling this Gansey no is not an option.

Lucky for them, it didn’t take long to find the mystery guy at all.

One of the videos people had taken of the entire spectacle, got viral on Twitter. Within a few hours, the video had 25K retweets and nearly 70K likes. Adam couldn’t watch himself making out with someone but his friends could.

Gansey recognised him immediately.

“Ronan!” he had yelled excitedly, shoving his phone in Adam’s face. The video was open and paused just as the mystery guy was tracing Adam’s belly.

“Lynch?” Adam asked, his eyebrows shooting up. He had heard Gansey mention his best friend from high school many times. Gansey had told him about the drag racing and the alcohol but also about the farm he had and the crow that followed him anywhere.

“I’m calling him right now.” Gansey shot up with his phone already pressed onto his ear. Adam let his head fall forward onto the table in front of him and let out a deep sigh.

“There, there,” Blue said, patting his head gently. Adam tried to smile at her but he felt nervous. Would everything be different if he and Ronan talked to each other? He felt the spark, the cliche fireworks in his entire body that he used to roll his eyes at, when they kissed. Talking was an entirely different thing, though.

“He’s coming,” Gansey said, holding his phone triumphantly. “It only took me six times to reach him.”

Adam let his head fall back on the table again.

There was heavy knocking on their dorm room and Adam had locked himself up in the bathroom. He felt his stomach twist and when he looked down, his hands were shaking. Even when he went on dates with people, he never felt this nervous beforehand and this wasn’t even a date.

He could hear Gansey open the door and say, “I didn’t even know you were going to Pride! I thought you were spending time with Matthew”

“He had tests or some shit,” he heard a deeper voice reply, one he had dreamed of ever since they met. “So I went instead.”

“You should’ve called.”

“I figured I would find you somewhere,” Ronan said, audibly bored with the conversation. “You, Cheng and the maggot are hard to miss.”

Adam breathed in, counted down from three and unlocked the door to the bathroom. He stepped out, fulling expecting to be disappointed but Ronan was just as beautiful as he remembered.

His lips looked sharp, pulled back into that knife-edging smirk of his but Adam knew what they felt like on his own. He should have felt threatened, by the stories Gansey told and the way Ronan looked, the way Ronan looked at him but there was something oddly familiar about him.

Ronan seemed at a loss for words and Adam felt very much the same. Gansey coughed awkwardly and left the room, leaving the two of them standing in the middle just staring at each other.

“Couldn’t get enough of me?” Ronan finally asked teasingly, cutting the deafening silence.

“You wish, Lynch,” Adam retorted, unable to hold back a smile.

The next year, when Pride rolled around again, they all went together. Even Gansey’s new friend Noah went along.

Adam felt just as overwhelmed as the first time but this time, with his fingers curled around Ronan’s it felt comfortable and familiar.

Ronan kissed his temple and smiled down at him. He then pointed at something in the distance and Adam had to squint to make it out.

“GOD HATES PRIDE”

Adam laughed and grinned at his boyfriend. “Shall we?”

“I don’t think we have another choice.”

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all-my-dreams-and-ambitions · 6 years

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strawbfairyy · 5 years

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playing favorites

(or: i cant stop thinking about gansey/ronan/adam but i also love sarchengsey)

gansey wasn’t good at playing favorites.

at first, after it all, the group had begun to pair off: adam and ronan, blue and gansey and sometimes henry, two neat groups. and it was alright, at first: nice and even. ronan and adam bumped knees at dinner and did who-knew-what at the Barns and in forests and cars. gansey and blue learned how to kiss without recoiling and remembering death, plainly as a dream, and spent their days planning with henry about going to venezuela and what, exactly, that actually meant. but gansey, used to being attached at the hip with his boys, used to ronan’s gruff but adoring energy and adam’s wild loveliness, began to miss them - the us-ness that came from being in a group like that.

he wasn’t used to playing favorites like this. it felt unnatural and strange to spend so much of his time with some of his friends and go days without seeing the other two. he would wake up in the night and feel that familiar bolt of panic to find ronan out of his bed, only to realize he was at the barns or st. agnes. he would feel his brain pinging as the check was brought out for a meal and remember that there was no adam there to fight over it with. but it was more than just his presence that he missed: he couldn’t tell himself why, but he missed the way that ronan would stare at adam’s hands, tattoo curling almost imperceptibly, and he missed the way that adam’s breath hitched whenever ronan touched him by accident. he was in love with his friends’ love, was how he explained it to himself, and although it was partially true, the explanation felt like scratching an itch by touching it lightly.

gansey was good at compartmentalizing.

blue was good at talking. henry was good at noticing. those two skillsets, in this case, were a bit at odds with gansey’s.

the first time henry kissed him, gansey felt something immense inside him crack a little. blue’s kiss had felt like coming home and exploring at the same time; henry’s kiss made him so much more aware of everything.

blue and henry, serendipitously enough, were also good at sharing.

“gansey,” she’d told him, in between kisses, when he’d told her about him and henry, “i don’t care. i love you. i know you love me. whoever else you fall for doesn’t affect how much you love me.” she’d been hinting at something more, he knew, but neither of them talked about it.

henry had said something similar when the three of them had sat down for A Talk. the three of them fit together, each of their edges a puzzle piece with room for more pieces on either side. henry had said the words bisexual and it had felt like the first time he’d kissed him, like something coming together and opening up. like something fitting.

but still. there was still something missing. something more that gansey needed.

he dreamt one night of ronan’s head in his hands, all stubble and heat. ronan had been his first kiss, back when they were both fifteen, young and tipsy with want and lust, and the shape of the back of ronan’s head was imprinted onto gansey’s hands. they’d experimented on and off for a few years, always a little too willing to practice kissing on each other, too eager to share a bed at sleepovers, until they met adam, and then gansey’s life was tipped sideways and he spent half his time figuring out how to manage the other half of his time. he spent too much of that time watching ronan watch adam and watching adam pretending to not watch ronan, too much time trying not to be jealous and failing, too much time trying not to imagine what went on between the two of them behind closed doors. adam had captivated both of them, and gansey couldn’t figure out if he was more jealous of ronan for getting that beautiful, strong, wildly intelligent boy to kiss him or of adam for being able to kiss his childhood crush.

but also, he truly did love blue and henry, and he worried that they would feel not enough if he told them of this want, and he loved the way they fit.

but also, henry was good at noticing, and blue was good at talking, and so of course they were the ones that first told him they would be okay, truly, if he loved other people as well, because they were both good at sharing.

it was at henry’s end-of-the-year party that he first realized that maybe this want was not all one-sided. no, that wasn’t true; it was at kavinky’s substance party, when ronan had waved him a kiss goodbye, eyes hungry for whatever recklessness the party had brought out in gansey. and that wasn’t true either; it had been adam’s expression when he’d first gone up to blue to ask her to sit with them at the table at nino’s, some sort of strange sadness and jealousy that gansey had chalked up to insecurity. and that wasn’t the truth either: it had been when adam and ronan had both come up to him after their first kiss, all but seeking his permission. but this party was the first time he’d allowed himself to do something about it.

the music was loud and bumping, the drinks were sloshing around inside of them, and everyone around him was kissing. it was almost too much, and he was in the middle of remembering to breathe when blue had kissed his cheek and instantly grounded him. then, she’d grabbed onto henry, making sure he was watching, and kissed him, enough to make both him and henry weak in the knees. and, in a move so subtle he almost missed it, adam had bumped against him on his way to ronan. gansey was about to dismiss it, to compartmentalize it, to file it away under “accidents,” when adam quickly touched the small of gansey’s back and then kept eye contact with him as he began to kiss ronan.

gansey almost combusted.

he suddenly felt filled up with undesired want, with forbidden need, with longing to touch adam and ronan until there was no more of them that could be touching. he closed his eyes for a second to catch his breath, and when he opened them, there were ronan and adam, kissing again, a sight that would normally make his stomach burn, but this time, adam was still looking at him, invitingly. when they stopped kissing, ronan turned around and smiled, a charming, fuck-me smile, and kissed him.

this time, gansey did combust.

the three of them kept holding on to each other, careful to be touching at all times, as they wove their way through the crowds and into a bedroom that gansey knew would be empty. stars pressed themselves against his eyelids every time he closed his eyes, against his hands every time roman or adam squeezed them, against his lips every time he thought of their kisses. soon enough they were alone together, breathless, kissing, shedding clothing and kneeling and lying and moaning and whispering and touching, touching, touching, so much that gansey was sure he would not survive the night.

when he woke up, the three of them were still tangled up in a pile on the bed, still breathless and delirious with happiness and love and want. gansey allowed himself to fill himself up with all of if, let himself be desired and let himself desire.

adam and ronan were not good at sharing most things, but when it came to gansey, they were already used to it.

gansey was not good at playing favorites.

he had always been all of theirs. something of him for everyone. something to share. something to love.

gansey was not good at playing favorites. serendipitously, he didn’t have to be.

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hulklinging · 7 years

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sarchengsey, 57: “ Is that my shirt? ”

Ah, look, another roadtrip fic as three kids slowly fall in love.Word Count: around 1700.

The first time it happens, it’s an accident.

It’s somewhere between cornfields and civilization, following the tracks traced on another one of Gansey’s old maps. Blue doesn’t mind, because she’s never been anywhere, so everything is new, and Henry still feels like he’s somehow cheated his way into the best third-wheeling road trip he could have asked for, and he wouldn’t do anything to jinx it.

So they’re going nowhere, which means Blue can go as fast as she wants. Sometimes they end up in towns when it gets dark and they start to get tired, but sometimes there’s nothing in sight. Henry has watched enough horror movies to know sleeping in a corn field is not a terribly intelligent idea, but him and Blue decide that they’re a really terrible cast for a slasher story, and they’ve already beaten one demon. A killer with a scythe is a little less scary, on the far side of it all.

“Horror movies are always sexist, anyways,” Blue complains. They’re on their backs on the hood of the Pig, her and Henry. Gansey is sitting by himself on the back bumper, and they’ve given him five more minutes of quiet before they go and pull him out of his silence. He needs space like this, to collect his thoughts and remind himself he’s still living. Just not too much time, or he’ll get morose, and there’s none of that allowed on this roadtrip, no ma'am.

“Racist, too,” Henry chimes in, and Blue hums her agreement. Then as one they turn around and climb over the cab of the Pig, playing the monsters as they descend on their third.

Getting changed for the new day is a little bit of a production, when you’re sharing a car with two others, when two of them are dating and three of them are falling in love. It’s being as quick as possible, tucking towels into windows to play at privacy, and sometimes it’s putting on the first thing you grab and not realizing it’s not yours until after you’ve emerged.

“Is that my shirt?”

Henry looks down at his shirt, which is bright purple and collared and a bit wide in the shoulders, if he’s being honest. They’d woken up early and dressed in the dark, and he hadn’t noticed - or maybe, if he’s being more honest with himself, he noticed but didn’t want to change. Gansey’s shirt makes him feel warmer than any designer polo has a right to, and usually he’s so particular about the fit of his clothes but if they’re not technically his clothes it doesn’t really feel like it matters so much.

“Oh, nice spot, my good man!” And Henry has the shirt halfway over his head before Gansey can blink. In hoping to hide the redness of his own cheeks, he misses Gansey’s blush too. Blue doesn’t, tucks it away into the growing list of little moments she carries inside her ribs. Special ones, ones with no name yet but she’s working on that, and once she has a name she thinks she’ll say it out loud, just to taste it on her tongue. But for now, she just watches.

“You can keep it on,” Gansey says, almost casual enough to be mistaken for President Gansey. But out here President Gansey stands out even more so than a flustered one, and Henry, eternally hopeful, takes it as a good sign.

It starts as an honest mistake, but when Henry wakes up late the next morning to see Blue wearing one of his Madonna shirts as a rather scandalous dress, he can feel something changing. Gansey lets Blue and Henry put some of Blue’s clips into his hair, Blue delights in how Gansey’s salmon shorts look a little less clean cut on her own frame, and one night finds them all gathered around their motel’s streaky mirror as Henry talks them through one of his favourite smoky eye tutorials. They don’t really blend into each other - none of them could be mistaken for either of the two, after all - but they collide and pick off parts of each other, like wearing a lover’s perfume.

In one tiny town just over the border, they get drunk together for the first time. When they wake up, tangled together in one small tent, they’re all wearing Blue’s purple lipstick, on lips and eyelids and fingertips. Blue declares it a special occasion and makes them all chokers out of the pulltabs. She still doesn’t have a name for what they are, but she thought she almost heard it, in the whispered confessions that had made the air heavy between them the night before. By the looks in her boys’ eyes, they heard it too.

“Things are b… Better in threes,” Henry says, and it would sound just like it had before if not for how shaky his smile looked, how delicately he held himself, how the pause between the first attempt at ‘better’ and the second stretched just a moment too long. It’s a question, hiding as a statement.

Gansey looks at her, and she nods, and Gansey smiles, really smiles, and she wants to shout to the world about this boy, who died twice and has still discovered how to live. But instead she just nods again, and Gansey grabs Henry’s hands with his own, and Blue squeezes herself between them for good measure, and Henry’s eyes are closed, like he feels like he can’t watch this moment, even though there was really only one way this was ever going to go.

“Things are better in threes,” Gansey repeats, and there’s no question, not this time, and if Henry sags for a moment with relief, none of them choose to comment on it. They were there to hold him up, after all.

There are a few things that are off limits, at first. Blue’s favourite tank top, the one with the built in breast forms. Gansey’s binder, watch. Henry’s phone. Talking too much about what happens after the roadtrip, or about families, because of the three of them only one of them has a family that understands unconventional things like this. They bump into each other’s walls often, sometimes carelessly, and if one of them is angry then all of them sleep apart, because it’s only fair. This leads to dreary mornings, everyone with a little less colour, making sure to only wear what they brought with them. But it never lasts for long. And it’s in these moments, as they trip over each other’s insecurities and secrets like new colts still learning how to walk, that they surprise themselves too.

“Oh,” says Henry, the first time he accidentally grabs Blue’s tank top. He looks down at his chest, eyebrows scrunched together, mouth moving but no words coming out.

It’s another feeling to find words for, but neither Gansey nor Blue pressure him over it, just hold him close and let him know to let them know what he needs, whether it’s new words or clothes or just this, the two of them crowding him in and holding him close.

Henry says it’s fine, but it’s not long before Blue 'accidentally’ rips one of Gansey’s shirts and declares they could all use some replacement clothes, anyway. Gansey’s immediately looking up options on his phone, and Henry’s got a website pulled up, but Blue shakes her head and drives them to the weirdest, sketchiest thrift store she can find. They all laugh so hard their ribs are sore, and clothes shopping, which had once been something each of them dreaded for different reasons, becomes a new tradition. They don’t always buy clothes (although they always buy something, even if it’s just as an apology for the loudness they bring with them), but they try things on, pick things out for themselves and each other. The lines between them grow even more blurred, even as they themselves grow more defined.

“This is quintessential coming of age material,” Henry says. They’re sitting on the hood of the car again, and Blue is trying to braid Henry’s hair, and Henry is painting Gansey’s toenails with the brightest, most horrendous yellow, a treasure he picked up in a dollar store a couple hundred miles behind them. “This is John Hughes’ America, right here.”

“You’re not even American,” Blue teases, and Henry tips his head back so he can stick his tongue out at her.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t throw my fist in the air as the credits roll. I thought your country was all about equal opportunities?”

“Not my country.”

Both of them look at Gansey, like they want him to weigh in on their discussions of classic coming of age Americana. He blinks up at them, his glasses making his eyes look over-bright and otherworldly.

“I’m afraid I can’t weigh in,” he says after a moment, and goes back to his book, but he’s smiling and his eyes aren’t moving, so he’s only playing at being dismissive. “After all, I am merely a - how did you put it the other day, Jane? - merely a seventy two year old professor in a frat boy’s body.”

Blue snorts and reaches over Henry’s half finished hair to take a swipe at Gansey’s book. He starts, not expecting this attack, and in trying to escape this assault from above he scooches too far and falls right off of the Pig with a very undignified squawk. Blue’s giggles are those ones that happen when one’s not sure if they’re allowed to laugh or not, and Henry slides forward to lean over the edge of the car, face a perfect mask of concern.

“Should have listened to those infomercials! This is exactly the kind of situation Lifealert was made for!”

Gansey’s arm reaches up and grabs a fistful of his own purple polo shirt, and uses it to yank Henry down. Henry screams, and Gansey lets out an oooph! as Henry comes down right on top of him, and Blue’s full on cackling at them now, even as she grabs for the nail polish to make sure it doesn’t end up smeared all over the Pig’s paint.

“Help, Blue! The old man’s got me!”

“Jane, some assistance, I’m being crushed!”

Blue stares down at both of them, shaking her head. “Don’t make me turn this car around,” she threatens, affection heavy in each word.

They don’t know what to call this, just yet. But that’s okay. There’s still so much world to cover, so many new places to see and languages to learn. They’ll find it eventually. There’s no rush.

#sarchengsey #henry cheng #richard gansey iii #blue sargent #the raven cycle #trc #ziggy writes fanfiction

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nialltlynch · 3 years

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Hi, everybody! I'm using proper capitalization and grammar! This is how you know I'm being serious!

>ABOUT ME

You can call me KK if you'd like. I read the books and joined the fandom the summer before Call Down The Hawk was released and I've been having a ball on this bitch ever since. I'm a content creator on technicality in that I write fanfic sometimes and make graphics sometimes but mostly I just think a lot about minor characters. I have a thing for graphs and charts and making judgements based on flimsy correlation.

>ABOUT the SURVEY

The survey was created using Google Form and ran from September 7 to September 14 on Tumblr, garnering a total of 423 responses. Promulgation was primarily through reblogs during this time period. Given the time limit and shape of responses, it is not likely that the survey reached other platforms and thus all results are assumed to reflect the self-proclaimed TRC/TDT Fandom* on Tumblr as of September 2021.

The TRC/TDT Fandom is generally understood to be comprised of two eras: the original TRC era which ran from ~2011 - 2016 and the current TDT era from ~2019 - present. At the time of the survey, only the first two books in the Dreamer Trilogy have been released.

Due to tumblr’s image limit, the results will be shared in two parts. Part 1 (herein enclosed) includes basic fandom preferences. Part 2, which will be shared as a reblog of this post, covers fanfiction and closing thoughts.

>RESULTS PART 1

AGE RANGE

The inner circle represents current age range. The outer, broken circle represents age range when first reading TRC/TDT. Respondents were overwhelmingly in the 13-17 or 18-22 age ranges when first reading the books. Currently, most are 18-22 or 23-29 age ranges.

BOOK PREFERENCES

The Dream Thieves is overwhelmingly favored by the fandom, with nearly 40% favoring it the most. Votes for least favored book are a little more evenly spread among the other five books, with Blue Lily, Lily Blue being the least favored by six votes. Interestingly Blue Lily, Lily Blue is also the second most favored book.

The below graphs show a visualization of book preference by age range. The Dream Thieves is most well liked in the 18-30+ age ranges whereas 13-17 year olds are slightly more likely to prefer The Raven King. Mister Impossible was noticeably least liked by those 30+ years of age (though the sample size for 30+ year olds is considerably smaller than the other ranges.)

(CORRECTION: The ages are erroneously labeled below 13-18 in both graphs. This should be 13-17.)

CHARACTER and SHIP PREFERENCES

Adam, Ronan, and Gansey, in that order, are the top preferred characters with Adam twice as preferred to Gansey. Matthew (who is anecdotally viewed positively and generally enjoyed by the fandom) was the favorite of only three respondents. Declan is the only "new" character from the Dreamer Trilogy to break more than ten votes.

Accounting for the smaller sample size of those in the 30+ age range, preference for characters remained relatively similar. Every “main” character was selected as someone’s favorite at least once. This includes Lilliana and Gwenllian.

Pynch is overwhelmingly the fan favorite ship. Results are slightly skewed since the popular OT3 ships Rodansey and Sarchengsey were not given as easy, selectable options, thus possibly diverting votes to other ships. Even taking this into consideration, however, I doubt that this would have severely affected the results given later preferences in fanfiction. Polygangsey/OT6 responses are included in the “Other” category.

MISCELLANEOUS

There was an optional freeform section at the end of the survey where one was invited to give their opinion on a few topics. Some responded only with an emoji, while others wrote full length meta. I’ve compiled a very loose count of the basic responses to those topics. When in doubt, I erred with the more neutral ruling.

[Image Description: Two data tables with six columns and five rows each. Each row is labeled with the topic and four qualities in each row with a number indicating how many responses were that quality.

The first is labeled Noah's Sacrifice. The row labeled Positive shows 14 responses. The row labeled Negative shows 103 responses. The row labeled Neutral shows 45 responses. The row labeled Conflicted shows 69 responses.

The second is labeled The Dream Pack. The row labeled Positive shows 59 responses. The row labeled Negative shows 48 responses. The row labeled Neutral shows 85 responses. The row labeled Who? shows 25 responses.

The third is labeled Niall Lynch. The row labeled Positive shows 60 responses. The row labeled Negative shows 156 responses. The row labeled Neutral shows 21 responses. The row labeled DILF shows 21 responses.

The fourth is labeled Parrishwives. The row labeled Positive shows 20 responses. The row labeled Negative shows 26 responses. The row labeled Neutral shows 20 responses. The row labeled Who?? shows 76 responses.

The fifth is labeled Clonecest. The row labeled Positive shows 37 responses. The row labeled Negative shows 58 responses. The row labeled Neutral shows 29 responses. The row labeled What?? shows 39 responses.

The sixth is labeled Polygangsey. The row labeled Positive shows 137 responses. The row labeled Negative shows 43 responses. The row labeled Neutral shows 61 responses. End ID]

Part 2 of the results has the breakdown with the fanfiction! Check for it in the reblogs!

#trc survey #the raven cycle #dreamer trilogy

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holdinfast · 4 years

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[road to sarchengsey pt. 1 - a project in collaboration with @crostiina and @clawsnbeak ]

Here for the fanfiction by Cri

Here for the social media's edit by Michi

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aprilbird · 3 years

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Faith & Hope & Charity

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25420162

TRC — pre-sarchengsey — 1k

The sight of him, a sullen, sodden boy where seconds ago had stood a king, had sent Henry into hysterics and Blue into this strange silence.

#fanfiction #fanfic #fic rec #the raven cycle #trc #sarchengsey #bluesey #sarcheng #blue sargent #richard gansey #henry cheng

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praecipiopatronum · 5 years

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I would love to hear your Raven Cycle fanfiction recommendations!

Okay, so I’ve already mentioned Witchcraft Celebrates by eheye. It’s beautifully written and includes the courtroom scene with Robert Parrish in a longer version and it’s SO GOOD!

Just to be quiet by sksai is a heartwrenching AU and I think I cried at some point.

Don't have to Hear the Words to Understand by vlaurie17. I love how it deals with Adam’s hearing loss.

Slowly, Then All At Once by boywholivednotdied is a great pre-Raven Boys meeting of the Gangsey

Let Lips Do What Hands Do by sleepwithease. A heartfelt theatre AU that I have definitely cried over.

hold on baby, careful what you say by batterwitchofhope (rhinemannultra). If you’re in for some quality Helen/Gansey heart-to-heart and some lovely Sarchengsey. Amazing sibling-content!

And if you like the way I make up stories, there are also a few of my own that I’m only going to mention once. I hope I get back into writing again, because I really intend to finish my Hunger Games AU xD

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exysapphics · 7 years

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Sarchengsey in 3 alternate universes

February 28. Last day! This has been fun.

20S

The bar is foggy with smoke. Henry has the pleasant and familiar taste of liquor in his mouth as he passes through the crowds, stopping to say hello to nearly everyone he bumps elbows with. A girl in a scandalously short fringed dress hands off of his arm. He smiles down at her, but denies her advances. His eyes are already set on the two partygoers at the furthest end of the bar. The short haired girl takes a disdainful drag from her cigarette. She breathes out the smoke near to the boy's face, and he starts coughing. Henry is chuckling at their antics by the time he gets there. "Glad you could make it." He greets them. Gansey smiles and accepts his offered hand to shake. Henry lets it last a little longer than normal. Dragging his hand slowly against the other's as he pulls away. Blue nods toward the singer on stage. "She's good." The girl on stage's eyes glint as she sings her sad song. Henry is glad he got her. "She is." The rest in silence for a moment, nearly unheard of for one of Henry's parties. He offers Gansey a drink. "The prohibition-" At Blue's raised eyebrow, he accepts. It isn't like Gansey has been paying too much attention to laws these days. "You're in a speakeasy, Gansey. What do you expect?" Henry smiles at their bickering. The three of them will stumble home later tonight, he knows. They'll crash at Blue's place, and they'll share quiet kisses, stolen at slow moments of the morning. The ladies of Fox Way will put them to work, but their eyes will not watch in disgust as Blue kisses both of their cheeks. No one will turn a questioning eye to Gansey's flushed face and Henry's messy hair. Until then, the jazz music and steady buzz kept them busy.

FAIRY TALE

When Blue was only ten years old, she defended a banished prince to the guards of the castle. He was looking for a warm place to stay and food, but was turned away and called names. Blue, even at a young age, would not stand by and let this happen. Of course, all that came from this was bruises and a new best friend. Prince Henry became the only boy living at Fox Way. Blue was no longer the only one lacking magic in the house. It was because of her association with the prince that a close friend of that king, a witch, saw her as a threat. For the action of helping the overthrown prince, she would be cursed. She was going to kiss her true love and he would die. It was because of this that, for all of the feelings between her and Henry, she never would kiss him. The witches she is surrounded by could not take away the curse, only lessen it. If she kisses him, he would not die, but simply fall into a deep sleep. How could he be woken up, Blue would ask. He has another true love, they would tell her, whose kiss would wake him. The prince of their kingdom became a public figure after he turned seventeen. He was to go to a nearby country on a diplomatic mission. Blue and Henry, by the work of fate herself, were in the woods when Prince Gansey and his three friends passed through. Gansey, being rather distracted by all of the trees and such that he had been kept from for most of his life, grew separated from the rest of the group. Blue and Henry tried to help him get back on his path, but it was futile. The forest itself was changing its paths to keep the three of them together. For days they wandered, sustained by magic and never weary. The three grew closer and closer, though they still longed for freedom from the woods. On the dawn of the fourth day, a witch appeared in the road to them. She looked not unlike the very same witch that had cursed Blue to begin with, but she had been too young to remember. The key to their escape was simple: Blue must kiss Gansey. All three, knowing of the curse, begged for another way. However, the witch was a cruel woman, and this was what she wanted. Gansey crumbled to the ground almost the very moment Blue's lips touched his. The witch vanished, laughing. Blue knelt down beside his seemingly lifeless body. We must find his other true love, she and Henry agreed. At this time, his three companions came upon them. They took their friend and placed him in a glass coffin. Blue and Henry searches the kingdom for someone who truly loved Gansey, but though many claimed it, none of them could easily be proven. Their nights ended sitting beside the coffin, hoping a straying traveler would turn up with that kiss that they longed for. One day, Blue suggested that Henry try. She suggested it timidly, sure that he'd thought of it before but withheld. He feared the same as she did, that this would not be the answer. Blue slid the glass aside. Henry leaned in close to Gansey's pale cheek and gently kissed his lips. Gansey's eyelashes fluttered, and color seeped back into his cheeks. Their prince, now king, had woken up.

TELEVISED COMPETITION

Gansey isn't even sure how he'd made it this long. The show was getting down to only the best of the contestants, and every week he was sure he would be the next to be eliminated. Everyone knew that Parrish would win, anyway. Adam had the kind of face and voice that would sell records easily. Lynch was too rebellious, and Noah too easily distracted. As for Blue, Gansey figured that this was just something she was checking off on her bucket list. She never seemed too interested. She is one of the reasons why Gansey doesn't actually want to leave. The other reason is Henry Cheng is the other. He is a pop star, there to mentor the less experienced singers and draw his many, many fans to the show. He is the most charming person Gansey has ever met, even though he never seems to know that he is. His voice isn't the best there is, but the lyrics he sings and the emotion he puts into his words have made him famous. Gansey keeps thinking that he'll never get to see Henry again if he gets eliminated. He sings his heart out that week, singing a song that makes Henry cry in rehearsal. Then, the unthinkable happens. Blue is eliminated. She doesn't seem very phased, but Gansey is. He rushes towards her the moment the cameras stop rolling. Jane, he calls. She slows down in front of him. He gives her his number, and she promises to call. They hug, and he cries, and she tries to look unbothered. Henry hugs both of them. He wipes away Gansey's very existent tears and Blue's mostly nonexistent ones. He gives Blue his number as well. The next week sees Lynch off for cursing at a judge. Then after that, it's Noah, and then it's down to just him and Adam. Gansey is secretly rooting for Adam. That boy deserves it. He wins, of course, and Henry throws a huge party to celebrate. Gansey seeks Blue out among the guests, and the two stand in their corner, waiting for something. Neither are sure what until Henry's spiky hair comes into view. He throws an arm around each of them. Even with my busy schedule, he promises, I'll be sure to call. He does. Just like that, Gansey is an almost superstar with and almost superstar girlfriend and a full fledged super star boyfriend.

#sarchengsey #fanfiction february #my fics

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hypokeimena · 6 years

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fanfiction year in review 2017

Tagged by chloe @lynchbrothers

Total number of completed stories: ten published! seven (?) of those are currently Completed, three are still wips

Total word count: 91,404 published, probably around 12k in various wip docs or started other oneshots

Fandoms written in: only TRC, published!

Looking back, did you expect to write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? definitely more! i would have liked to have done some more original writing, and i wish i was capable of writing slower/steadier rather than writing thousands of words in a day.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? empire that runs on its own

Did you take any writing risks this year? uhhh idk. writing content containing k is always a risk. lmao. but uh honestly writing stuff for trcexchange was interesting bc it’s a strictly sfw exchange, and i really like writing sex as character studies & to expand on characterization so... not being able to do that... has been interesting!

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? finish my sarchengsey road trip fic (though that’s way likely to happen when i stop having seasonal depression, rip me), learn how to outline, work on my original projects...

Best story of the year? honestly i think i just had a lot of... “fun” writing ronan this year, in a variety of different ways and settings... i think probably empire that runs on its own was most meaningful for me to write, and halfway between your house and mine was like. the Nicest.

Most popular story of the year? my most popular fic was spinning gotten strange - which isn’t surprising, it’s far and away the most popular ship in the fandom AND was relatively short, doesn’t contain trans characters, etc, which means it got way, way more hits than any of my other fics. lol.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: halfway between your house & mine. like... it’s even pynch. come on.

Most fun story to write: made it through the wilderness! the road trip fic!

Story with the single sexiest moment: kdaoidsf i dont necessarily think of sex in my fic as Sexy but i think probably spinning gotten strange. or tbqh GHOST SEX

Most sweet story: halfway between your house and mine for sure. 2018 mood is recovery, bitches!!!! be nice to your friends and loved ones!!!

”Holy crap, thats wrong, even for you!” story: i did not write or publish anything fun and kinky this year to the best of my recollection i keep that shit in my chatlogs where it belongs. except the ghost sex but it’s not like everyone didn’t see that one coming from one hundred thousand miles away, that’s not “wrong, even for me” that’s “exactly on brand for me”

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters & most unintentionally telling story: uhhh honestly even though none of my fics are like Canonical To Each Other (like they’re all... separate, not a series, or anything) i did a lot of work on ronsey backstory stuff that ended up spread out over three or four different fics. honestly the trcexchange stuff i’m still working on / have completed and am now continuing for fun has been difficult / interesting because i’m so uncertain of my ability to write adam, and also i’ve been pretty nervous about my gansey pov for this one... i’m really enjoying letting these teens be awful to each other.

Hardest story to write: empire, for sure. i was sitting on that one and chipping away at it for over a year, i think? or maybe a year exactly? i don’t remember but it took ages.

Biggest disappointment: nothing is really “disappointing” - i know my feedback and response is going to be proportional to the popularity of the ship, fandom, etc that i’m writing for, and i know i mostly write rarepairs or niche concepts... i guess maybe empire? but again i didn’t actually expect anything else so idk if that’s a “disappointment”

Biggest surprise: uhhhhhh how many people actually do go hard for ronsey, i guess

i tag mutuals who write fic. i am not sure who you are and i think chloe got most of yall too. or you haven’t published anything this year? idk. anyway!!! MUTUALS. TAGGED. @EVERYONE

#alf fic

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