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gansey & fist-bumping his friends :’)

trb/greywaren

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My all new and incessant need to fill in bits of TRC/TDT storyline we know probably happened but didn’t get to see. Started a series of sorts on ao3 called ‘missing pieces’ under the same username and here’s some post-TRK Ronsey I’m working on :)

As Gansey drives, he can sense Ronan’s gaze on him. He can see that his face is turned towards him in the corner of his vision and he knows his eyes will be flicking from Gansey’s hand on the stick, to the dashboard, to his face then back again.

Gansey savours the moment.

It’s something that had happened for the last time once and when it occurred, he had no idea it was going to be the last time. But now it’s happening like there was never a break, never a pause or a hitch between a Gansey and Ronan before and a Gansey and Ronan now.

Tomorrow, Gansey will be getting on a plane but right now, he doesn’t think about that.

There’s a thousand things he wants to say, but he doesn’t know how he can say them, even though he’s sat beside his best friend who would absorb it all.

Over the past year, Ronan has changed and Gansey can see more than a glimpse of who he was before his father was murdered. He’s getting used to a smile that doesn’t hurt to look at and a laugh that comes easy and at little cost.

It’s almost dark now, the sun bleeding apricot and blush across the cloudless sky and Gansey is so excited to start his adventure with Blue and with Henry but—

He looks over at Ronan finally and his eyes are dark as the car interior draws the dusky evening in closer. He’s wearing a jacket as though the late August day left behind them on the still warm asphalt spoke of chilly autumn mornings.

The smell in the car is gasoline, sharp and thick and it’s the scent of years passed and Gansey feels sad. For a moment. Just a moment.

“Let me drive it,” Ronan says, his voice perfectly in sync with the sputtering cadence of the Pig’s engine, “Just once.”

Gansey smiles at the road in front of him as the orange creature eats it up, hungry for the miles it’s easily consuming. God, Gansey loves this car.

“Just once?” He repeats, “Like this version didn’t come directly from your head?” You’ve dreamt it, you’ve thought it, you’ve driven it.”

Ronan laughs and Gansey glances at him and watches how the passenger seat cradles his body and the back of his skull. His laugh rumbles within him like he himself runs off an engine.

“When you’re gone—“

“When I’m gone, it’ll be in my dad’s garage,” Gansey interrupts, “You’re not getting your hands on it, Lynch.”

Ronan says nothing but he’s still smirking and Gansey wonders whether he’s thinking of a weekend the previous year when Gansey had taken Adam to DC and Ronan had stayed in Henrietta and got himself into trouble.

Dream me the world, Gansey had told him and he had wondered since then if he had tried.

The dreamt Pig was perfect and faultless, meaning it was imperfect and had many faults, one being the fact that the engine would sometimes give up. Ronan dreamt the car to do this because he knew Gansey loved the old car fiercely, even though at times it was difficult. Sometimes Gansey wasn’t sure if it was the car he loved or the dreamer who dreamt it anew.

They drive now to a destination that remains a secret kept from Gansey, though he is the one taking them there. Ronan tells him when to turn and they climb up into the mountains as the sky fills with stars.

At some point during the drive, Gansey realizes where they’re going but he doesn’t point it out and he doesn’t ask why. He lets Ronan guide him as they remain in silence. A comfortable, familiar silence, one that feels good to hold, to run a hand over.

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this was my heartstopper

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ronsey fascinates me guys you dont get it you dont get itt gansey not being surprised at all when he gets a dick pic from ronan. gansey just being like ok. whatever man during that fucking weird manchild hair on your chest dialogue. gansey casually dropping the fact that ronan did irish dance like thats not the most insane thing ever but GOD FORBID ronan sings the murder squash song

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ronsey throughout the series

What a pair the two of them were.

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me online: haha ronsey is so funny the jokes abt ronan being his dog "they went and got some orange juice" how sweet lol teenagers

my brain, constantly: "while i'm gone dream me the world" "he couldn't say it, there were a thousand reasons why he couldn't say it" "this was home: henrietta, the pig, ronan" "twice ronan got a phone call from his ganseyfriend [...] both times after this ronan went and lay down [...] and cried a little without making any sound" "not tonight, please don't let it be tonight" "i remember when you used to smell like this" "ronan had loved richard c. gansey iii far more than he loved himself at that point" [the only time ronan cried in all 4 books is when he thought gansey had died] "it was his smile that buried ronan" "i'll be sitting right here, waiting to go where you tell me" "i've dreamt him a box of epipens. i dream cures for stings all the time. i carry one. i put them in the pig. i have them all over monmouth." "why do you drive out here to dream? / sometimes i dream of wasps." "this would hurt him more than that" "it was on its knees in the rye grass and the creeper, and he saved it" "the pain in ronan's voice meant he couldn't have any in his" "tell me i'm doing the right thing with ronan. tell me i'm not ruining him" "you promised me / i know what i did"

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Gansey: you made a lot of people around here uncomfortable.

Ronan: that's because they're a bunch of bitch ass white boys.

Gansey: i hate to break it to you, but you are also a bitch ass white boy.

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and what if, now consider this, ronsey where gansey gets worse. more of the gansey-on-fire that apparently used to be more common. more of gansey having a tight leash on ronan but refusing to use it, like we saw a glimpse of in the dream thieves, when he did not stop ronan from attacking the gray man, though he could have. it has already been stated that adam believed them to be a cruel pair before he knew them, what if it was true? what if gansey delighted in ronan's sharp words instead of tolerating them? and what if they became so entangled it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended.

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will never shut up about needing a whole book of pre-trb Ronsey. was gansey as protective of ronan before he thought he’d tried to kill himself. were gansey and declan buds. how much did ronan burn to tell gansey about the magic that was right under his nose. how often did they have sleepovers at the barns where neither of them slept each for his own reasons. did gansey tell niall all about glendower and did niall regale him with other mythical tales. did niall drop hints about dreaming to gansey to amuse himself and did declan have a quiet aneurysm about it. did matthew just assume they were dating and make comments that went right over gansey’s head but made ronan internally combust. did they sneak joy rides in the bmw and was this ronan’s first glimpse of gansey on fire. when was ronan’s first glimpse of gansey on fire. would it get too late on some school nights so gansey would sleep over and wear one of ronan’s shirts under his sweater the next day and was his tie just the slightest bit messy to go with it. did ronan call gansey after finding his father’s body and that’s how gansey knew something was wrong. or was it declan, and did it begin their tentative mutual understanding about protecting ronan from this point forward. did gansey hold out hope that maybe his old ronan would come back, after the funeral, after time had passed, if he could just be there for him in the right way. what was the right way. what was.

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I was literally just thinking about how entities dreamt into a physical form have lovely, mystical names like Cabeswater and Lindenmere and Ilidorin. And now I’ve freaked myself out thinking that Niall Lynch may have dreamt a form for Greywaren and named him Ronan to fit better into the real world.

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Imagine K being so annoyed and starved for attention that it’s physically giving him a headache. Sending suggestive, wordless Snaps to the Pack. Aggravating Gansey with a borrowed phone. Finally showing up at the Barns to pick a fight with Ronan, even though they’re too grown up to fight like boys anymore.

Imagine Ronan, 25 and filled out into the figure he’d nearly had as a teenager, Ronan with a beard, Ronan with more tattoos like love notes scattered over his skin, one for every person he adores.

Ronan, not as hotheaded now as he’d been, taking K, just as reckless as ever, down. And it’s everything K ever wanted but nothing like that at all— he’d wanted Ronan on his leash, at his feet, at his command when he’d only understood sex as a struggle for power and control. Now he’s got Ronan’s big hands on his still-bony hips, smudging bruises into his olive skin, turning black and blue like Ronan’s got some fucked up version of the Midas touch, and yet Ronan is so fucking gentle. Taking him out of his head, making him feel seen.

You ever think about that?

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i wish with my whole being that gansey sent ronan a motivational text everyday after he leaves for his road trip (!!) like just picture ronan receiving a text that reads “you are right where you are supposed to be. just keep being you. — gansey”

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Via markassus

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Ronan Lynch could just dream a cure to covid tbh

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i love gansey ,,, i Love gansey i love how he literally filled his journal with d u c k facts to tell to his crush later i love that he worries abt whether or not a fuckign forest would like him i love that he has No Tolerance for memes whatsoever i love that he eats mints leaves all the time i love that he loves all his friends So Much  i love that he drives an ancient barely working muscle car for the #aesthetic i love that he bought a literal Building when he was like 15 and accidentally moved in with a ghost i love !!!!!!!!!!!11 gansey!!!!!!!!!!

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adam parrish has a type (it’s overly passionate assholes)

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the ravens when they cycle idk I haven't read the books