#gansey fanfiction

[gracemiracle-blog]

"We can't"

One shot

Pairing: Gansey x fem reader

Genre: fluff and implied smut? mostly making out

Word Count: 1.07k

Summary: Gansey and fem reader are alone at Monmouth and things get heated. Lots of inspo taken from the almost kiss car scene w blue

You sit in a stuffy armchair in Monmouth manufacturing doing homework, well trying to do homework. Gansey sat on the floor gluing pieces of cardboard together to make a small model of a building somewhere in Henrietta. It was late, almost two in the morning. Ronan and Adam had been doing something at the barns all day and had decided to stay the night instead of driving all the way back. So, it was just you and Gansey alone in the warehouse. Noah had disappeared at some point a few hours ago.

 Finally abandoning the homework that you had been working on for well over an hour that you had somehow made no progress on, you stood up in a huff and went to sit next to him. He looked up at you as you walked over to him. “No luck?” he asked. 

“None whatsoever. I'm starting to think you might have been right about public schooling”

“Ha!” 

He grinned at you. It wasn't his Richard Campbell Gansey stare, it was the true Gansey smiling at you. It takes you a little by surprise but you smile back at him. You both sit there for a while. You watch as he adds details to the small buildings. You liked watching him work, watching his gentle but efficient hands carefully glue pieces together. As the time passed the two of you had shifted closer together and the place where your thigh touched his burned. You couldn't, you wouldn't ever tell Gansey this but you were pretty sure you were in love with him. Whatever ever love was you were knee deep in it. Gansey put down his supplies and stretched his arms out behind him, groaning as he did so. “I really need a better setup for this, at this rate I'm going to have the back of an eighty year old man by the time I'm twenty” He laughed as he said this.

“Finally” you say “your body’s age would match your mental age” It was mostly a joke but there was a truth in it. Gansey somehow seemed ageless and every age simultaneously. You stared at his moonlight face. The slope of his cheekbones, the curve of his lips, the line of his straight nose. You looked away as you caught yourself staring but it was too late, he had caught you. “In this light you look-” he cut himself off “jesus, jesus” He got to his feet quickly and walked toward the huge windows. 

You got up to follow him. “What? What’s wrong?”

You ask him. It was a bad idea, you know what it meant, the two of you had been exchanging glances for months and you had been kept up late with thoughts of him for longer than that. Still looking out the window he said “You know we can't'' Even though you already know this it doesn't make it hurt less. 

“Maybe we could” you say. You can't but-. Gansey looks at you sharply. You're still looking at him as you reach for one of his hands and take it. He takes a breath and steps closer to you. Your breaths are ragged as you lean your forehead against his. One of his hands brushes your hair away from your face and then slides to cup your cheek. Before you can let your brain stop you, you close the distance between the two of you. The only thing you can think of as your lips touch is finally, finally, finally.

Your hands know what to do without your brain telling them. One slides up to his neck and the other up into his hair. You can feel him smiling against your lips. One of Ganseys hands slides to your waist and pulls you into him. He pulls his face away from your and his lips find your neck. “We can't do this” he says as he kisses the place your pulse thrums on your neck, making you gasp. You struggle to get the words out “We can't” Both of your hands find his soft curls and pull just a little, just enough so that your lips can find his again. This time your tongue finds a gap in his lips and explores his mouth. His tongue is in your mouth too now. The feeling of his lips on yours, your chests pressed together almost makes you dizzy. One of your hands makes its way down to the hem of his shirt. Under the thin cotton his skin is hot and smooth. Your hands slides up the plane of his stomach and to his chest you stop for a second before asking “is this okay?” 

His voice is low and ragged “yes”. You slide the t-shirt up over his head and throw it behind him. His chest is all lean muscle and tan skin. “God, I love the rowing team” you say as your eyes hungrily look over every inch of his bare skin. He throws his head back laughing. He pulls you in to kiss him still laughing, making you giggle. “This isn't fair” he says, pulling your shirt off. When it's off you see his adam's apple bob as he gulps. “God you're so beautiful” You pull him back into you. Hot skin against hot skin. You feel his hands on the back of your thighs for a moment before he pulls you up onto him. Your legs automatically wrap around your waist and his hands slide under your butt. You're still kissing as he walks you back to the mattress that you know is somewhere behind you. He lays you gently on the bed, cradling your body. You inhale sharply when your bare back makes contact with the cold sheets. He's hovering above you. You look into his face, his cheeks are flush and his eyes- his eyes are unlike anything you've ever seen. They are oil pools, dark and fierce. You gulp.

 “Gansey …” you start to say “You're the most beautiful boy i've ever seen” 

His expression is complicated for a moment before he says “I love you” The words have barely left his tongue when you pull his face to yours. Its lips smashed against lips, tongues dragged on cheeks. His lips move down to your jaw, your neck, your chest. 

“Say it again” 

“I love you” He says “I love you, I love you, I love you” The way he says it sounds like an incantation, holy.

[littlefoldedpaperstars]

i wish i could write raven cycle fanfiction. but i CAN'T. because something about those characters and everything that maggie stiefvater writes is so incredible and visceral that i simply don't know how to convey anything nearing the source material like how do i capture adam parrish??? he is UNKNOWABLE. how do you write blue and gansey? i love them more than life itself but i don't know how to pull them from my heart and put them onto the page.

[rumoredtoexist]

i just lost The Game so i’m bringing you all down with me

[chilledstrawberrysoda]

Real talk for a minute

[exploding-on-sugar-cloud88]

Guys, would you read a fanfiction were Bluedam are siblings?? Like Adam was raised on the fox way

[adamnsey]

abby (adamnsey)’s super-duper funky fresh adansey fic rec masterpost

Hello friends. i like to think of myself as a connoisseur of adansey fanfiction and so i thought i’d put some of my favs here in a list. no one asked for this but here it is. yippeeeee

this is what i live for by kitschlet

this is my favourrrite adansey fic EVVVERRRR. this fic has everything: adam as a vampire. gansey as a human. gansey desperately wanting adam to suck his blood. adam being to proud to suck gansey’s blood. gansey being a jealous little brat about this. SEXUAL VAMPIRE TENSION. THIS FIC IS A GODSENT.

A Complex Superiority by cloudsweater

is this my own fic? yes. do i feel a bit bad about including it? yes. do i also think it is a wonderful exploration of a pre-trc adansey kiss at an aglionby party? also yes. :)

With My Hands Open by HindsightHero

this one is just sooooo well written and i love the details and their dialogue is really good ummmm.... probs one of my fav kiss stories & it takes place in cabeswater so there’s that

forests / fields / seas by VioletSargent

have u ever wondered.... what would happen if after adam walked away from the gansey house in tdt... what if after they found adam they spent another night in D.C..... well this fic answers that!!

Twelve Days ‘Til Christmas by flitwickslittlebrotha

this fic is xmas themed but I! LOVE! IT!!!! it’s just a sweet au where gansey frequents the pub adam works at and its SO CUTEEEE

A Study of Living in Your Own Skin: A Presentation by Adam Parrish to Richard Campbell Gansey III by Kasket

i just LOVE a good au and this one delivers. they get paired up to do an assignment today and there’s tension and crushes and just AH. SO GOOD.

cowboyland by Ophelia Marina

gansey visits adam at harvard and things ENSUE......

BONUS ROUND !!! ADANSEY MOVIE AU LETS GOOOOOOO

The Raven Network by declantheelynch

SORRY MY PRADA’S AT THE CLEANERS, ALONG WITH MY POLO AND MY FUCK-YOU BOAT-SHOES, YOU PRETENTIOUS DOUCHE-BAG

where is my mind? by Fix9

the first rule of the adansey fight club au fic is that we must talk about the adansey fight club au

carcass for the vultures to colonize by robinsegg

UMMMM MY OWN PRIVATE IDAHO ADANSEY AU ANYONE?

Bleed All The Sweetness Away by Zee

(new addition!) HUNGER GAMES AUUU DFSHJKJDKSFJH. THIS WORKS SOOO WELL! GREAT FIC!

When the Fog Clears by cloudsweater

im sorrrryyyy yes this another one of mine im SORRRRYY its not my fault i love picturing them in Alternate Universe Scenarios!!! anyways this is a Lighthouse AU and i think it’s really deranged and good :)

if anyone has any adansey fic recs please send them my wayyyyyy. these r just some of my favs and i wanted to put them all in one spot. thank u to everyone for dealing with my brainrot ok have a nice day bye <3

[audikatia]

Chapters: 16/25 Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish Characters: Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Horror, Romance, Slow Burn, Catholicism, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Sexual Content, First Time, Blow Jobs, Abuse, Blood and Gore, Body Horror, Minor Character Death, Dismemberment, Murder, Mutilation, Substance Abuse, Trauma, Violence, Mystery, Murder Mystery

Note: Hello, I am coming back from the dead on this St. Mark's Eve to provide you all with another chapter. Kisses. Thank you, @the-prince-of-tides, for spinning my ramblings into gold. Or at least something more readable lol

Excerpt:

“Why didn’t you call the police?” He tried to keep his tone neutral. His mother had never called the police, no matter how many dishrags and pillows Adam had bled into. He was not surprised, but still, he was curious. And more than that, he never would have kept this from his mother if he had ever gotten a threat against her so carefully delivered to him. Why did she keep this from him? “Why didn’t you tell me?”

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start from beginning

[wallowingprotostar]

ronan dreamt matthew when he was 3, but he is not 3 years older than matthew?

ronan is 17 for most of the raven cycle and matthew is said to be 15 in chapter 12 of the dream thieves. ronan tells adam that he dreamt matthew when he was 3 in chapter 20 blue lily, lily blue.

then, in call down the hawk, matthew is to be turning 18 in a month, according to declan in chapter 51. ronan is supposed to be turning 19 on his birthday in chapter 38, since this is the year after the end of trc.

declan is stated to be 21 in the prologue of cdth which puts him at 2 to 3 years older than ronan but he really should be about a year older than him considering he's a senior when ronan is a junior in the raven boys and I can't imagine that declan was held back during any of his school years. still, that information makes him at least 19 in the raven boys during his senior year at aglionby!

i guess this stuff is another inconsistency along the lines of it being november in chapter 25 and 53 in trc, and october in chapter 64, with ronan's birthday celebration (his birthday being november 1st) in chapter 33. in cdth it is also november at the beginning of the story, but adam visits ronan the day before his birthday in chapter 38.

so I started this post confused about matthew being 15 and ronan being 17 in the dream thieves alongside the information that ronan had dreamt him at 3 with the possibility of the explanation that ronan had dreamt him already aged a year but after continuing further research I am even more confused. girl help.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

here have a self indulgent Adansey fic I wrote about five midnight phone calls between them pre, during and post the Raven Cycle.

(title from The Alcott by The National feat. Taylor Swift)

[justanotherbarrelrat]

@cosmicallydivine @legaltrashgoblin

Here’s the short snippet I wrote the other night for my trc wip! I was literally laying in bed thinking about it, and had the motivation to type something up. It’s not perfect (I think the murdered/remembered scene happens later, but for the sake of the fic it already happened lmao)

Whelk’s face went ashen. His eyes widened, making his already slightly large features seem even bigger, too big for his face.

“C…Czerny?” He whirled around to face Richard Gansey and his crew. “What the hell did you do to me? Did you drug me or something?” There was simply no other explanation, he thought desperately. It couldn’t be real.

Lynch looked about two seconds from snapping his neck. None of them said a word.

“This damn forest is playing tricks,” he muttered, glancing back at the fair haired boy in the dirty Aglionby sweater. The ever-present whispering voices were louder now, but he still couldn’t make out any words.

“My car,” Czerny said quietly. “I wrote ‘murdered’ on it, Ronan wrote ‘remembered’.”

“Make it stop,” Whelk said, barely above a whisper. He thought of all the sleepless nights, the endless whispering, all the feelings he’d worked so hard to bury for seven years. “Make it stop,” he repeated. It was almost a sob. But not quite.

“They took everything from you,” Czerny said. “Or so you thought. They took everything from you, but you took more from me.”

All these years Czerny had been stuck in time. All these years Whelk had been, too, although in a different way. Losing everything he owned was rough, something he had never recovered from. But losing life itself? It was beyond his comprehension. It had to have been worse than what he went through, but he didn’t—couldn’t—understand by how much, since he was still living.

This was the end of that, though, he was sure of it. He was as sure of his impending death as Czerny must have been when Whelk had that skateboard in his hands that afternoon. Whelk doesn’t cry. But he felt a lump in his throat. Whether it was a sign that he desperately wanted to cling onto life or if it was guilt, he wasn’t sure. Maybe it was both. But the thought occurred to him that he didn’t deserve the first one.

Thanks for reading! <3

[coffinofteeth]

Nap Time With the Raven Boys

[ The Raven Cycle * Headcanons ] 

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Characters: Ronan, Noah, Adam, Gansey, Kavinsky 

Prompt: (Reader x Character) You’re laying in bed sleeping late at night and the boys notice and want to join you. 

. You lay curled up in bed, the blankets barely on your form as you’re sound asleep. You lightly turn, a bit restless in the night. 

Ronan Lynch

- Ronan would heavily debate even going near the bed as he stands at the doorway staring. Seeing you lay there peacefully, he can’t help but smile inwardly, but his face doesn’t show it. Eventually he would make his way over to the bed as he lays down on top of the covers. Sitting there for a moment, he would not be content and then get up before pulling the covers over himself, leaving you barely any. He wouldn’t touch you at all, even facing the opposite direction. He had planned to be gone by the time you wake up, but realistically he would be half off-half on the bed, the blanket on the floor with one of his hands draped over your face.

Noah Czerny 

- Noah would help himself immediately upon seeing you. Being as quiet as possible, he would approach the bed and slide into it. There would be a smile on his face the entire time as he pulls the covers over the both of you comfortably. Snuggling in, he would play with your hair for a bit before slowly turning you around to rest his head in the crook of your neck. You would probably wake up in the process, but it’s Noah, of course you snuggle right back in. 

Adam Parrish

- Adam would feel guilty watching you like this as if you were vulnerable and it was a crime to observe. He would slowly walk to the bed, but hesitate in the middle of the room, turning to look at the doorway as if he should leave. Taking a deep breath, he would join you on the bed as he watches you for a moment. He would slowly reach out to touch your arm, but stop as he shakes his head. Laying down, he would slowly lay on top of the covers to not be directly against you, resting his head slowly against your back. He would have trouble going to sleep, but eventually drift off. Waking up, the two of you would be resting with your heads together and he would startle, apologizing immediately. 

(Richard) Gansey III

- Gansey would be very confused with situation before him. You were just sleeping, but why were you restless? He would probably find himself distracted around the room before the idea occurs to him to join you. Almost as if his legs moved on his own, he finds himself sitting on the side of the bed watching you. He would study every bit of you, the way your hair falls against your face, the way your body rises and falls with each breath, the way you shift every so often. He wouldn’t know where to put himself, so he ends up laying down with his back touching yours, brows furrowed. He would end up realizing he finds comfort in you there and finally get a good nights sleep without staying up too late. In the morning, the two of you definitely somehow managed to be completely intertwined with one another with you playing with his hair, his head to your chest.

Joseph Kavinsky 

- Kavinsky would watch you for a moment, smoking at the doorway. He would put it out against the wall then flick it to the trashcan, not caring to check if it made it in. He would change into a tank top and sweatpants before sliding into bed on his phone, not caring if his tiktoks are too loud. He would eventually put his phone down to study you before taking your face with his hand and laying a kiss on your cheek. He would talk to you until you woke up solely so he could pull you up and on top of him, resting your head by his neck. You would drift off back to sleep, his hands trailing up and down your spine. In the morning, he would be spooning you, his arms around you as he texts on his phone. 

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Note: I am literally obsessed with these boys and the books, save me 😇

[kazbiter]

okay here's a little piece of the ronsey fanfiction that I wrote on accident when I wasn't paying attention... as a treat

post dedicated to @notjulianfromme xoxo

[longcoldwar]

i can never get a vibe on tumblr fans abt fanfic... i have so many bluesey fics yall

[whodawsitbest]

wasn’t gonna smoke tonight but man i miss adansey like a motherfucker 🚬

[iheartmoons]

me and some friends think it would be a very excellent idea if someone were perhaps to write a "the raven cycle" AU for the marauders :))

[aprxl-showers]

NEW PYNCH FIC FIRST CHAPTER HERE