#czernsgiving prompts

[cashewwritesstuff]

TRC: Color

@czernsgiving Day 1: i was more

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When he was alive, Noah was an explosion of colors. The world was brighter, songs were louder, and he couldn’t stop basking in the joy of it.

He was seventeen. He was having the time of his young life and was excited to see what the future held.

His Mustang was a vibrant red, a warning sign that he was coming. That the residents of tiny Henrietta better watch out, as he was coming fast as he could.  Red to show his passion for life itself. 

His hair shone in shades of yellow, as if it would tell the world his joy for life and the opportunities that came before him. 

When he wasn’t wearing his school uniform, he tried to wear any color he could. Orange, blue, green, purple. He let his creativity and excitement shine bright as he could. 

His smile dazzled with a blinding white. He’d smile at his sisters, his friends, his girlfriend, visiting parents, anyone. Barrington would groan in disgust whenever he’d stop to talk to people on the street, regardless of whether he knew them or not. 

It didn’t matter.

He was loud. He was vibrant. He was young.

He was alive and more.  

[czernsgiving]

The day you’ve been waiting for, the Czernsgiving 2020 prompts! Birthday schnapps / “This isn’t your fault.” / “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” Red Mustang / “I want more than this.” / “Can I hold your hand?” Glitter / “It was never okay.” / “It reminded me of you.” Planting flowers / “You did the best you could.” / “Can I kiss you?” Out the window / “I was here until I wasn’t.” / “I want you to have this.” Nino’s at night / “I will if you will.” / “I think you’re beautiful.” Cabeswater stars / “You taught me real friendship.” / “Go back to sleep.” Posting starts November 30 though you’re of course welcome to start creating before then! We’re so excited to see everyone’s work

[gthechangeling]

I still love the way It moves And the details it loses when I walked off And proved that I was more than I was more than (x)

Czernsgiving Day 1: i was more/make do with less/if i were alive

[blueseyforthesoul]

Before & After

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Noah Czerny/Ronan Lynch Characters: Noah Czerny, Ronan Lynch, Declan Lynch, Matthew Lynch Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, First Kiss, Crushes Series: Part 6 of Czernsgiving (Noah Week) Summary:

Ronan is Noah’s best friend. His very best friend. That’s the only reason he’s considering this. When Ronan needs a fake boyfriend, Noah steps up. Only after does he realize how much he wanted it to be real. Written for @czernsgiving​ Day 6: before / after / afterlife

[of-stars-and-moon]

Stay with me

Written for day 1 of @czernsgiving for prompt: “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” + “This isn’t your fault.”

Platonic ship: Noah and Ronan (I will die for their friendship) 

Word count: 1k

Summary: Conversation between Noah and Ronan in trb after they find out about Noah

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Time was confusing for Noah. Since he had been murdered, memories were jumbled and in no order. He would spend hours reliving a particular memory and not realise how much time had passed, or if it had passed at all. But being around the others was a little grounding, because with them he could pretend to just be a normal boy, and whenever Blue was around, he felt more stable.

But since they had found out about him, it had been worse. Noah felt weaker; staying at one place required too much energy. Existing required too much energy. And he also felt angry; he would get stuck reliving the moment he was killed and it would fill him with uncontrollable rage. When Blue had came over, it had helped and he had been able to tell them what happened; Adam had bumped fists with him and he could again try to pretend, but now it was night and everything felt dull but sharper at the same time.

Ronan hadn’t come out of his room much since they had found out and Noah felt oddly guilty that his friend was sad because of him. Mustering the little energy he had, he went to Ronan’s room. The other boy was lying on his bed with Chainsaw sleeping on his chest and his eyes blinked open as he probably sensed Noah.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Noah said.

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway,” Ronan said and sat up, cradling Chainsaw to his chest and shifting to make place for Noah.

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[pynches]

bed sharing czeng!! 👀

ahhhhh yess!!! @czernsgiving recently put out a list with prompts and i couldn’t help but want to write czeng which is gonna be a first time for me so I'm quite nervous about how I'm gonna portray them 

but i was planning on some bedsharing czeng for the prompt “it’s okay, i couldn’t sleep anyways” where noah wakes henry up bc of a nightmare, set after the events of trk but noah obviously lives lmao and he’s having remaining nightmares of his death! 

it’s much more fluffy than I'm making it seem i swear! 

[fcstation1063]

Chapters: 3/7 Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Noah Czerny Summary:

Knowing his final sacrifice approaches, Noah revisits different, defining moments from his life and afterlife, exploring the emotions that come with them.

Each chapter is written for a prompt from Czernsgiving 2020.

Day 3/ Chapter 3: Longing

@czernsgiving

[cashewwritesstuff]

TRC: Reunion

@czernsgiving Day 6: afterlife

Related to my @ganseyweek day 1 ficlet, Forever (https://cashewwritesstuff.tumblr.com/post/186956541814/trc-forever)

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Seventy years after he died and came back for the second time, Gansey joined him permanently on the other side.

Noah was there waiting for him, patient and loyal, as he always was in life and death. He held out his hand to his friend with a smile on his face. Noah watched as the wrinkles faded from the corners of his friend’s eyes, the white hair darkened back to brown.

He watched as the confusion-filled gaze disappeared the longer Gansey watched him carefully, recognition came back.

“Noah.”

That all-American, familiar smile etched itself onto Gansey’s face, a smile that Noah missed so much. The seventy years felt like nothing and everything to Noah. He had given up their memory of him, but it came back when he stood beside Gansey. Memories of Noah’s role in the Glendower quest in death.

Noah let Gansey talk about his life after the second death. Traveling the country with Blue and Henry. Graduating with his bachelor degrees in history and archeology, then his Masters in Welsh history. Being a professor, teaching history. Life with Ronan and Adam. Having kids. Getting married to Blue. A full life.

This boy, this man wouldn’t have had that life if Noah hadn’t died. If Noah had lived, he’d be the one who had the life of doing whatever he pleased.

Despite dying, despite being a ghost, despite being forgotten, Noah was satisfied with his choices. Gansey was a friend who deserved his loyalty, his life.

Noah was so happy for him.

The two of them had some time before the others joined them, but that was okay. They'd be waiting for them in the end and they’d be together again.

He put his arm around his friend’s broad shoulders, “Hey Gansey, ready to stick around for good this time?”

[czernsgiving]

Czernsgiving Day 7 Prompts

Cabeswater stars

“You taught me real friendship.”

“Go back to sleep.”

[gthechangeling]

Czernsgiving Day 3: cold kisses / warm embrace / forever entwined

I mean. really, what else am i supposed to draw for this prompt?

[blueseyforthesoul]

2020 Top 5

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I got tagged on my check please side blog @willdexpoindexter so I did this for my omgcp works from the year but wanted to show off my TRC work too! So doing another ;)

I only published 6 TRC fics this year and honestly cutting only one felt mean so I’m taking advantage of that “ish” and posting all of them.

We seek someone to sew sutures in the places where we're torn, 10.6k, Rated T, bluesey

This was my big bang and hoo boy it was a beast. I couldn’t decide between doing a band AU and a soulmate AU but of course those are compatible! So I did both.

Summary: Gansey isn't the half of his soulmate pair with a name, and Blue hasn't said anything so he doesn't think she has his name either. That doesn't mean he doesn't have a huge crush on the cute bassist of his roommate's band. Shenanigans ensue. 

#soulmates #trans!Gansey #no-magic AU

In Too Deep, 1.8k, Rated M, Declan/Gansey

Never thought I’d be writing declansey but I really enjoyed this one, a gift for my dear friend Aurum. FWB to Lovers with a little dash of miscommunication for the fun of it.

Summary: Things had been different since Gansey came back from his road trip and various ecological protests. Not bad, just different. In fact, they had been quite good. But Declan had to call it off before he got hurt. Well, hurt worse. 

#FWB to Lovers #miscommunication #sex before feelings

bury my heart underneath these trees, 3.5k, Rated T, Noah

Written for @czernsgiving, I used the prompts as an excuse to look at Noah from before canon through the end, breaking my own heart along the way. I’m really proud of how his voice turned out in this.

Summary: Noah's life existed on the edges of magic until one day he became magic. The story of Noah's death and finding friends despite it.

#alternate POV #missing scenes #canon character deaths

(i’m calling it) closure, 1.7k, Rated Gen, Gansey

This one was for @ganseyweek and I had such a hard time deciding if I wanted it or the Noah one above first because I love them both so much. Just our boy thinking some things through post-canon

Summary: Gansey has a lot of time to think these days. A series of introspective drabbles written for Gansey Week 2020 on The Road Trip.

#introspective #post canon

Chrysalism, 397, Rated G, blue & gansey

Another missing scene, Blue and Gansey on the phone in a thunderstorm. I just love these two and I love writing them!

Summary: Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm. 

#missing scene #slice of life #phone call

caffeine, small talk, 1.7k, Rated T, pynch

Yep I only wrote one pynch last year, whoops. I do like this fic, I just like the others more. But it’s a cute little coffee shop AU and the world needs more of those tbh.

Summary: Ronan Lynch is not going to rush it, but he's been meaning to ask out the Adam "black coffee, four sugars" for a while now. Today's the day. 

#coffee shop AU #flirting #first date

Tagging @cashewwritesstuff, @gthechangeling, @tinyarmedtrex and anyone else who wants to do this! Show me what you’re proud of in 2020 :)

[of-stars-and-moon]

Can we kiss forever

Written for day 4 of @czernsgiving for prompt: "Can I kiss you?"

Ship: Czeng (Blame @pynches and her coffee shop au partially) 

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: I suck at summaries sorry but this is a post canon czeng get together oneshot

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“Oh my god just kiss him already.”

Noah startled from where he had been leaning against the porch watching Henry talk with Adam at a distance. They were all at the barns this weekend and it was going great; they had got together here many times since Noah came back and he could never get enough of these moments. The time he had spent with them before as a ghost, however grateful he was for that, had been filled with secrets and tragedies and there had always been a part of him that had known it would end. And it had, but then inexplicably Ronan had dreamt a way for Noah to come back. Noah didn't know how he managed that but Ronan said he and Adam had somehow found a way.

So now, Noah was here with them. Being alive was different and even hard sometimes, but it was getting better. Especially when there were things that grounded him, like a certain new friend that somehow always managed to snag Noah’s attention.

Falling for Henry Cheng was expected and somehow still surprising.

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[cashewwritesstuff]

TRC: Even

@czernsgiving Day 5: we saved each other 

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He found Gansey staring at the ceiling one night, cell phone clutched over his heart like a lifeline. 

This wasn’t an uncommon experience, as the boys of Monmouth Manufacturing barely slept like teenagers should, but Noah could still sense something was bothering him. It was as if their connections to the ley line connected the two of them together as well.

“Gansey?” He let out a soft whisper, causing Gansey to jump in the moonlit room. The other boy nearly threw his phone at him in surprise.  Noah frowned as he took in the extremely mussed hair and crooked wireframes on his face.

“Noah! You startled me.”

He murmured an apology as he glided across the room to sit next to Gansey on the bed. He watched as his friend fiddled with the phone, sighed, and looked at his hands. 

Noah gave him a gentle bump with his shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

It was quiet, but it was an answer nonetheless, “I would have died permanently if it weren’t for you.”

Ever since Blue and Gansey found his bones in the churchyard, this conversation came up more often than Noah would like. This is what Gansey did, blamed himself for anything and everything, despite it not being his fault or responsibility.

“If I died, you’d probably be still alive. You would have graduated college by now, probably doing something great…” Gansey trailed off, his voice thick with unshed tears. “If I had died, I could have saved you.”

Noah looked at this boy, this generous, wonderful but fragile boy, who continued to carry the weight of his world on his shoulders. A boy who offered him friendship and a home. This boy who treated him like he was a living, breathing person.

They were even. 

“You didn’t have to die to save me, Gansey,” he said, putting an arm around the other boy’s shoulder, “You already did.”

[cashewwritesstuff]

TRC: Requiescat

@czernsgiving Day 2: sleep when you’re dead

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The saying, “Sleep when you’re dead,” meant nothing if you were a ghost. 

It was just an existence. An existence of a not-exactly-afterlife. An existence of not eating, not breathing, not sleeping. 

After his murder (murdered, murdered, murdered) by someone he trusted with his young life, he’d become the wandering spirit at midnight. Three AM. Dawn. Twilight. 

Long lonely nights of fake alertness. Perpetual days and nights in exhaustion, but unable to Rest In Peace. 

(Maybe he’d never be able to rest.)

But, when Gansey moved to Henrietta, he felt familiarity and an echo of the ley line pulsing gently below them. When Gansey met him and treated him like a living, breathing boy, he smiled shyly. When Gansey invited Noah to live with him, he grinned widely. 

With Gansey’s insomnia, he found a companion sleepless nights. He’d observe from the sidelines as his friend painstakingly built his tiny, cardboard town, thinking how he would have done something like that in life. He’d listen intently like a student to a professor in a college he never went to, as Gansey would ramble about English wars in the mid-1400s. 

It was nice. 

When Ronan moved in with his shaved head, wicked tattoo, and disregard for his own life, Noah saw it as another chance for more company. 

The three of them would be up for hours, talking, taking long drives around town, buying juice at two in the morning, or sitting in companionable silence. In his afterlife, he had people he’d give anything for. 

But, the more he saw Ronan destroy himself with drinking, street racing, and the like, the more Noah found himself asking his friend to sleep. 

“At least try to sleep, Ronan. You’ll feel better about it.”

“You’re one to talk, Noah. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

A frown would etch itself onto Noah’s smudgy face and a thought echoed in his decayed mind, That would be nice, wouldn’t it?

[cashewwritesstuff]

TRC: Contact

@czernsgiving Day 3: warm embrace

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With every touch from his friends, he felt a little more alive. 

He felt more of himself when Ronan would sling a long arm across his shoulders, a wicked smirk on his lips. Noah would see that smirk and think, What kind of shenanigans can we get up to this time?

A tight squeeze of the shoulder from Gansey or Adam, to remind themselves of being alive and grounding all of them in the present moment. Noah would pull them from their own minds, while they kept him from getting lost in the cycle of time.

He was always touching Blue. His fingers in her hair, an arm slung across her narrow shoulders, hugging her from behind. He felt more like himself when she’d wrap her arms around his taller frame, her power flowing through his undead body. 

When he was with her, with them, Noah wasn’t a dead thing shaped like a boy.  He wasn’t a corpse in the woods rotten to the bone. He was Noah Czerny, living boy. 

He could feel their love and warmth flow through him with their touches, as if he had real skin and a heart that pumped blood through his body. It was like they became his lifeblood and he felt a longing for more.

But, if his afterlife was filled with warm touches and warm hugs, he could bare it as long as they were in it with him.

[cashewwritesstuff]

TRC: Guillotine

@czernsgiving Day 4: murdered

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As his own skateboard connected with his own cheek, he could feel the bone shatter underneath his skin. 

He barely registered it as it slammed again into his face, snapping his neck to the side. He fell to the forest floor, the sun’s warmth filtering through the leaves. It bathed him in heavenly light. 

The shadow of his best friend stood over him, wielding his bloodied weapon high over his head like a trophy. His dark eyes manic with desperation for a misunderstood power. 

Noah reached his hand toward him, a silent plea choking with blood in his throat. A broken loyalty between classmates, roommates, friends. 

Barry, put it down. 

Whelk, please, don’t hurt me. 

Stop. 

When the skateboard came upon him like a guillotine, his last thoughts were what could he have done to help his friend. 

When he woke again, his entire existence was a smudge on reality. A gloomy husk of a former glowing life of promise. A wandering spirit doomed to haunting his old stomping grounds.

Watching life in Henrietta continue around him as he stayed the same, lamenting about the loss of himself. Every year, parts of his personality decomposed along with his own body. Everything that was his stripped away.

Always wondering, what could he have done differently in his last seventeen years. Should he have told his sisters he loved them? Should he have treated his parents with more respect? Should he have left the birthday schnapps in the liquor cabinet?

What could he have done to survive? To live another day?