#post Greywaren

[nibblette]

Just thinking of a post-Greywaren Pynch tonight. They end up attending some local charity gala (because Adam still feels guilty sometimes about being married to a millionaire esp one whose millions came from scams, thanks Niall! and has to give back to kids with backgrounds similar to him) Ronan starts kissing Adam’s knuckles when he gets bored. Some Mrs Gansey- type society lady remarks “ oh how sweet and chivalrous!” but it’s really Ronan letting Adam know he wants to get railed against the BMW in the Barnes driveway or an abandoned parking lot, lmao.

[lizpaige]

got a new headcanon for you - ronan actually proposes to adam the morning of the jordeclan wedding. they wake up in bed and are sappy fucks and ronan is a nervous wreck and he stumbles over his words because for once he wants to say how he feels not just show it. adam covers ronans hand that’s holding the ring and tells him “give it to me later. i really don’t feel like watching gansey break up a fight with you and your brother today” and ronan is a sweaty mess and nods his head and puts the ring in his pocket for later. so when gansey asks them if they want to get married one day they are BUZZING with the anticipation for LATER

[adamprrishcycle]

I wrote a silly little pynch fic set after they get engaged and it stars ronan lynch’s anxiety and abandonment issues (I couldn’t just let them live ok)

Adam sat at the table looking down at his left hand, his eyes seemingly drawn to the thick, gold band on his third finger.

Ronan watched him quietly from the doorway, leaning on the doorframe, not wanting to break the spell of Adam alone and left to his own devices.

Adam’s shoulders rose slowly and fell as he sighed heavily and lifted his head, looking over at the window. Ronan couldn’t decipher the sigh but he didn’t move or speak or make himself known. Not yet. He just watched for a few moments longer, savouring the way the morning light fell across Adam’s messy hair that Ronan had run his fingers through countless times last night, and the knowledge that he could now call Adam his fiancé.

“Hey,” he said finally and Adam turned to look at him, his serious face instantly breaking into a small smile. It wasn’t the grin that lit up his whole face, but it was the quiet kind of smile that he usually reserved for Ronan. The small, maddening smirk that he couldn’t fully control.

“Hey,” he replied and Ronan smiled back easily, his smile being something unchained and wild in recent months.

“How long have you been up?” He asked.

Adam got to his feet and approached Ronan, taking his wrist and kissing him once on the lips. As he pulled back, Ronan followed, kissing him again and bringing his free hand up to hold the back of Adam’s head, urging him closer. Ronan’s heart raced eagerly like every time he kissed Adam and when they broke apart, their faces lingering close together, Ronan noticed, vision slightly out of focus from such close proximity, the way Adam’s face fell fractionally.

It was nothing.

Ronan craned his neck backwards to get a better view of Adam’s whole face and in those few milliseconds that had passed, so had Adam’s expression and he was smiling once more.

It was nothing. It had been nothing. But Ronan found himself thinking on it for the rest of the day.

Later, as evening drew on, Adam was working on his laptop, sitting on the rug in front of the coffee table in the living room. The air still smelt of fried onions from dinner and Adam had lit the fire in the grate. His fingers tapped over the keys swiftly and Ronan rolled his aching shoulders as he removed his jacket in the doorway having shut the cows in for the night. Sometimes Adam helped, sometimes he didn’t but tonight it bothered Ronan that he hadn’t.

Despite this, he sat on the couch behind Adam heavily and he leaned forward, his hands snaking over Adam’s shoulders and massaging gently, thumbs digging into muscle.

“Your hands are freezing,” Adam commented without turning around and Ronan leaned forwards, his hands falling to Adam’s upper arms then into his lap and he rested his chin on his left shoulder, looking at the laptop screen.

“This shit is classified,” Adam told him and he lifted his left hand from the keyboard to pull the laptop screen downwards to avert it from Ronan’s gaze.

That’s when Ronan noticed his bare finger. He sat back. “Where’s your ring?”

All of a sudden the thoughts that had been on his mind all day didn’t seem so far-fetched and something inside him sunk.

Adam released the laptop and briefly balled his hand into a fist before opening it again as he turned to face Ronan, crossing his legs where he sat on the rug looking up at him. He was almost as tall as Ronan, but he looked small as he sat there looking up with big, serious eyes.

“I was washing the dishes,” Adam explained, “and I just forgot to put it back on.” He smiled and put his ringless hand on Ronan’s knee. “I’m not used to it yet.”

Ronan watched this happen, then stood up causing Adam’s hand to fall away and he went back into the kitchen and there was the ring on the windowsill above the sink. He took it, studying the fine gold in his hand as he walked back into the living room.

Adam was sitting on the couch where Ronan had sat and the laptop was closed. He extended his hand for the ring and Ronan gave it to him.

He put it back on. “What is it?” He asked seriously.

“If you don’t want it then don’t—“

“Of course I want it,” Adam interrupted, frowning. “If I didn’t want it, I wouldn’t have taken it from you in the first place.”

The fire crackled and Ronan stared at Adam’s hands instead of at his face. His hands were beautiful. Long, tan fingers, prominent knuckles, rough palms. And now a part of Ronan, something that had once belonged to his father, encircled one of Adam’s elegant digits. It made Ronan’s heart clench and he had only dared himself to think it a handful of times, but it signified that Adam was his.

Ronan felt restless on his feet as he remembered the feeling of Adam’s breath against his ear as he whispered I’m yours, over and over again last night. It felt daring to think it for himself but here he was, feeling some kind of claim over Adam because of a piece of jewelry and he felt guilty about it.

“I want it,” Adam repeated firmly, holding his left hand with his right, covering the ring as though Ronan was about to wrestle it from him. “I want you,” he added, lowering his voice.

“But there’s something,” Ronan said, trying not to sound like a sulking child, trying to stand himself even though he was being completely fucking pathetic.

Adam stood up and approached Ronan. “It’s gonna take some time to get used to. I mean, it’s been a day.”

“But I— you know how I feel about you,” Ronan said impatiently, running an anxious hand over his shaved head.

Adam sighed. “Let’s not fight over this.”

“We’re not fighting, Parrish. I gave you a fucking ring.”

Adam smiled but it wasn’t the easy smirk, it had a harsh edge to it. “A fucking ring,” he repeated. “Nice, Lynch.” He slumped back down onto the couch. He didn’t look at the ring now, he just sat there, staring at the fireplace, his face reflecting orange from the firelight.

Ronan stepped forward, pushing the laptop out of the way and sitting on the coffee table in front of Adam, blocking his view of the flames. His face fell into shadow and his eyebrows rose like he was asking Ronan a question.

“What?” Ronan asked back.

Adam smirked.

The feeling of unease that had arrived in mere moments instantly fled. He lifted one foot and rested it on the table beside Ronan and Ronan watched the motion, eyes sliding from Adam’s foot all the way up his leg, up his body and back to his face. Without words, Adam shifted, slumping further down where he sat and as he looked up at Ronan his eyes were deliberately restless.

“Asshole,” Ronan muttered but he was smiling too.

“Says you.”

[iammistressofmyfate]

32 for pynch kiss prompts?

Oh...this is a good one. Reminds me of when Ronan kissed Adam for the first time on his birthday...but I hope this one will suffice! Thank you for the request!

32. A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

[Kiss Prompts]

Adam had never felt so in his body as he felt at this moment. Ronan's lips on his lips, the burn of his stubble, his warm breath, the slide of his tongue, the nip of his teeth. It was the singularly most perfect, passionate kiss he'd ever experienced it left him dizzy, full of so much fizzy lightness he felt like he might float away.

Ronan pulled away, lips gently brushing Adam's, and all Adam could do was hold his hands around the crooks of Ronan's arms, eyes close, trying to keep himself planted to the ground.

He hadn't been expecting it. He hadn't been expecting Ronan. He thought he was going to be in the small little studio apartment that served as his residence when he was in town for government briefings.

Ronan was supposed to be somewhere west. Kentucky, Tennessee? It didn't matter. He was here, by some miracle. He'd surprised Adam as soon as Adam had come in the door, literally swept him off his feet and to the most glorious kiss he'd ever bestowed upon Adam.

Adam finally opened his eyes, finding Ronan looking back at him, lips quirked up in a small smirk. Adam licked his lips, feeling like he was on the edge of a swoon.

"There's more where that came from," Ronan murmured and Adam couldn't resist pressing his mouth to Ronan's once more.

[derangedthoughtssideblog]

love how different Adam is in fanarts

he's brunette. he's blonde. he has blue eyes. he has dark eyes. he's tan. he's pale. he has muscle. he's skinny. he has freckles. no he does not

all I know is that if he's wearing a coca cola shirt or Ronan is making heart eyes at him then that's Adam Parrish

[dykeganseythethird]

an exhaustive look at ronan lynch and religion

[doesephs]

Ronan Lynch, nightwash.

[unganseylike]

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“Love Like Ghosts" // The Raven Cycle

When your true love is destined to die, is already dead, or will always be leaving. And other moments of ghostliness. 

[railway-lands]

ok but guys we were robbed at the end of greywaren. i have so many questions. i wish we'd gotten to see ronan's reaction to the new fenian and mor. because imagine you're ronan. you're returning to the barns after a massive, near-apocalyptic fight with the others in tow and a new understanding of your power. you're not expecting anyone else to be there. you walk in the door to find:

declan, who is apparently alive and well

although he's been shot?

weird. who shot him? what happened? (burglars?)

you go farther in to the kitchen and see:

niall lynch (resurrected?) (but not really) and aurora lynch (resurrected??) (but also not really) in the kitchen

what the fuck, you think.

and in rapid succession you learn that

"aurora lynch" is mor o corra. the original aurora lynch, but slightly to the left (and also holding a gun, actually. um.)

it turns out that she was the one who shot declan (???!!)

and is also his real mother? (!!!)

you also make the connection that he knew all along, and lied about the contents of the dark lady painting. he'd known aurora was a dream from day one.

you are angry, as is your usual reaction, but not surprised.

this is declan "liar mc lying liar face" lynch you're dealing with, after all.

"niall lynch" is apparently called the new fenian (what kind of fuckass name is that??). he's a dream copy, made to replace niall and imitate him in his prime and he's being kept alive through sweetmetals. it also turns out that the reason you're awake right now is because of him, which is not weird at all.

and it also turns out that you were never human in the first place! you were actually birthed out of mor and niall's dream, at the behest of an ancient forest.

(you wonder who you should thank for the gayness...)

anyway

what the fuck.

(meanwhile, behind him jordan and adam are exchanging glances.)

welcome to the lynch family shitshow!

[the-great-kraken]

thinking about god taking seven days to make the earth and the lynch brothers taking seven days to become friends again. thinking about ronan's snake tattoo and the snake from eden. thinking about adam parrish's name. thinking about matthew being the only lynch to share his name with a saint. thinking about "maybe there were two gods in this church."

[squash1]

bread & puppet’s cheap art manifesto is essentially just the summary, the point, the idea of the dreamer trilogy.

art is inside of the world. art is green trees. art wakes up sleepers.

[nibblette]

Post-Greywaren Pynch role play 🫣🤭😱😏🥵

[lizpaige]

sunday snippet 📦

i got nothing like cute/juicy this time around. i'm just trying to write more and sometimes that means it all ends up getting cut, but here's a snippet from the declan outsider pov pynch chapter 2!

The Lynch brothers were helping Ronan move into his first apartment in DC. When Adam transferred for the third time to Georgetown and his financial aid and scholarships no longer covered room and board, they agreed to find a place together. Declan offered to help set up some of the apartment tours, but in the end, Adam found this affordable one bedroom on his own. 

It was a secure access building with a doorman and 24 hour security. It was a 10 minute metro ride and 20 minute full commute to Georgetown, a little longer of a commute to his new auto body shop part time job, but not unreasonable. He somehow managed to convince Ronan to compromise and split the rent 50/50 despite Ronan’s barely-touched trust fund. He had two years left of college, two years where even though DC was closer to Singer’s Falls, neither of them could stand the time apart anymore. 

“Why do you have so much stuff?” Matthew whined, hefting a cardboard box onto the desk in the living room. 

“We’re giving you all the lightest boxes,” Declan winced at the loud bang as Ronan let go of his side of the couch. “We’re the ones doing all the work here.”

“And you had way more shit when I helped you move to DC,” Ronan groaned as he stretched his back before knocking off Matthew’s hat and ruffling his curls. “I didn’t complain.”

Matthew swatted him away. “Yes you did!”

“Did not!” 

Declan raised his gaze to the ceiling as his brothers fell into an exhausted half-hearted wrestling match on the couch. He decided to take the time to look around the place. 

Declan trusted Adam’s judgment more than Ronan’s on the affordability, security, and overall fit of the apartment. So when Ronan begrudgingly told them a move-in date, Declan offered to help them move in. Somewhat because Adam seemed hesitant about the extra cost of hiring movers and also because Declan wanted to scope out the place.

The apartment itself was a modest one bedroom, with a large windowless closet marketed as a “den” by the apartment complex “perfect for a home office,” but Declan thought that was a joke. The bathroom was clean, spacious. There was even a washer and dryer in-unit and a dishwasher in the kitchen. The complex itself was pet friendly, although Chainsaw was not with them currently. No doubt she was shredding up Declan’s couch in their Boston apartment with Jordan. 

In the bedroom, in the corner by the window, were three modest boxes and a potted plant on the window sill. These were not boxes that they moved in, so these must belong to Adam.

It was then that Declan really realized most, if not all, of the stuff they moved was Ronan’s. Adam, despite being on his own for years now, never accumulated a lot of stuff. Even when he would visit the Barns or Boston for a week-long holiday, he would only ever have a small duffle bag over one shoulder with just enough room for a change of clothes and whatever textbooks he needed to complete his homework. 

Even the furniture they brought upstairs - the old desk was from Ronan's room, that they basically let collect dust as soon as they were old enough to have their own desks at school. The couch was another Barns hand-me-down, as well as some of the kitchen items. 

It all belonged to Ronan, legally, so Declan didn’t speak to it. Just another observation he kept to himself for fear of starting another argument. Even though they didn’t argue as much anymore, they still happened to fight. That was always going to be inevitable with the eldest Lynch brothers. Declan just knew how to avoid the landmines with a higher survival rate now.

[adamprrishcycle]

For the people who were mad that declan lynch seemed to get an unrealistic easy fix to his childhood trauma in greywaren, I wrote this. A fic where I basically undo it all (but it’s ok it’s ok)

[withclawandvine]

greywaren, m. stiefvater [p. 70 / p. 334]

[nikalibres]

The fact that we went from

When pain and anguish were lifted from Jordan's shoulders, she made a new life; when pain and anguish were lifted from Hennessy's, there was nothing of her left.

and

Neither Ronan nor Adam had been trained in the difficult and nuanced art of having a future; they had only ever learned the art of surviving the past.

to

It was all very good.

means a lot to me.