#the raven cycle fanfic

[rumoredtoexist]

guys how do we feel about a short pynch fic where the bases of it is ronan mostly trying to get adam to lose The Game™️?

[benjaminrussell]

Discovering Fear and Love

Fandom: The Raven Cycle/Dead Boy Detectives Relationship: Blue/Gansey/Henry, Charles/Edwin (although can be read romantically or platonically) Rating: Gen WC: 2.9k

Summary: On their road trip, Gansey, Blue, and Henry end up in England, and while looking for a ley line, they find a pair of ghostly detectives instead.

AKA. The TRC trio meet the Dead Boy Detectives.

Gansey peered out of the window of the rental car – a modern electric thing that he silently felt had no character but Blue and Henry were pleased with – as the manor house that was their destination came into view. The trip had started off as a more traditional sightseeing adventure but once they got to his old stomping grounds (even if he'd spent more than more time in Wales than England back in the day), it felt only right that they also did some ley line investigations. Gansey had been to visit Mallory while the other two wandered around the local area and he’d come away with some scones which were not very much like the scones they had in America, but he’d developed a liking for, and a list of confirmed or potential lay line locations within a couple hours’ drive. The first few places they visited had been a bit of a disappointment, but this one was going to be different. Gansey didn't know how or why, but he felt it in his bones.

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[cyrankaa]

i am politely asking you to read my new fic :3

[apollosnovice]

it was the first morning of spring | ronan lynch x reader

wordcount: 1.1k warnings: tiny mentions of ronan's drinking habits and getting hurt (accidentally cutting knee on glass) a/n: i don't really like the use of y/n so i gave reader a neutral name (Eden). i also chose they/them pronouns because i felt like they were the most neutral pronouns to use. i hope this makes it easier to change the pronouns to your preferred ones! this work is crossposted on ao3 under 'deardynamight'

It was the first morning of Spring and the world hadn’t hurt them yet.

Two of Ronan’s front teeth were missing but he smiled like all his adult teeth had grown in already. He was a wiry kid — tall and clumsy. Eden often wondered how much taller he would grow and if they would get to see it. 

Dandelion seeds twirled on a gentle breeze. Eden’s hair joined the dance when Ronan blew another wish into the world. 

“Are you supposed to make two?” Eden asked, turning their head to look at the side of Ronan’s face, watching as he pursed his lips again to blow away the ones he hadn’t caught the first time. 

“Are there rules to follow?” he replied, unbothered.

Eden thought for a moment to the three wishes of Aladdin, a movie they had watched not too long ago. Huddled under blankets they had piled themselves in front of the TV, hot chocolate at their feet. Eden was on their second mug because they had spilt the first in a bout of their usual clumsiness. The living room floor was still sticky. 

“Maybe not,” they mumbled back, laying their head in the space between Ronan’s shoulder and his face. That little space was made for them, and them alone. 

Would the universe punish two kids for being dreamers? For yearning for more than the life they have been given? The world hadn’t hurt them yet but unbeknownst to them — it would. 

Eden took their chances and held the dandelion Ronan had given them between their forefinger and their thumb. Their first (and what they thought was their only wish) had gone out to that new bike they wanted. It had felt like a waste, a missed chance of wishing for something meaningful. They would take their second chance now.

Ronan moved away a little and Eden mourned the loss of his warmth. Goosebumps rippled over their skin but they didn’t reach for him. They enjoyed the gentle caress of the sun and the teasing tickles from the wind. 

He was looking at them — ice blue eyes so full of youth and joy still. They weren’t the cold glaciers of the North Pole yet, they didn’t scare people into submission yet. They were beautiful, as they always would be, and they were gentle when they encouraged them to blow their wish into existence. 

I wish for this moment to never end.

But it did.

The good moments ended again and again and again until Eden didn’t dare to rely on wishes anymore. No matter how many dandelions they borrowed to try, Ronan built a wall so high they couldn’t reach him anymore. 

When his dad passed and his mom slipped into a never-ending slumber, his eyes hardened, even when they looked at them. The Ronan they knew was gone and they had to learn the new Ronan all over again.

And they did.

Eden loved him through every fight, every police call, every bottle of beer that smashed hopelessly on his bedroom floor. They loved him through the scars on his hands and the blood running from his nose, and K's hands on his body.

They dared to wish again in their most hopeless moment where they were doomed to lose everything to Gansey and Glendower and his incessant need for gratification. 

Their wishes were more mature now.

I wish for Gansey to find Glendower.

I wish for Noah to stay with us.

I wish for the knowledge to save my friends.

I wish for everything to end.

Ronan followed Gansey, like he always did — a guard dog, loyal to a fault — until Eden broke. 

Tears wouldn’t stop flowing as they fell apart on Ronan’s bedroom floor, cutting their knee on broken glass. Chainsaw wouldn’t stop kawing, her usual sounds now so distressed it threatened to unravel them. Ronan had frozen at first, unsure what to do. Little by little the wall he had built seemed to break away until Eden saw a glimpse of the boy he had been.

Glacier eyes now wide and boyish again, helpless, scared.

Ronan was next to them in an instant, cursing as he held them up then lifted them into his arms. 

It was the first day of Spring and Ronan smelled like the sun. 

Eden buried their face in the warm leather and expensive cologne. they inhaled the boy they once knew and exhaled the boy he had become. He wasn’t Gansey’s after all, he wasn’t Blue’s, he wasn’t even Adam’s, not to the extent that he was theirs. 

“I’m sorry,” Eden hiccuped and Ronan quickly shushed them. The hand in their hair was bigger now, calloused, but it was still Ronan’s, still as gentle as the boy he had been before the world had broken him.

Where Eden stayed soft, Ronan had hardened. Where Eden had stayed kind, Ronan had become cruel. Not to his friends, never to the ones he loved. But Eden had resented him all the same. For taking away their best friend and replacing him with someone they didn’t recognise. For making them lose the boy who had felt like their soulmate a lifetime ago.

It was when Ronan’s hands cleaned their wound so tenderly that they realised who he was again.

It was when his eyes filled with fire when Eden finally confessed that Gansey hadn’t been nice to them, that they were falling apart, that they needed him on their side and not his that they realised their soulmate had never left. 

They had been soulmates then, when they were young and innocent and the same. Platonic soulmates who held hands and danced in the sprinkles placed around the Barns and slept in the sun holding each other. 

They were soulmates now that they were older and Eden’s softness didn’t just parallel but filled the gaps of Ronan’s hardness. They were soulmates in every sense of the world who found each other again when the world was ready for them to meet again. 

It was the first day of Spring and the world had hurt them terribly — but they had healed each other again.

Eden was lying in the sun under the big oak tree that looked out over the pasture where Ronan was feeding the cows. 

Soon he would come over to them and kiss their lips and Eden would look up at him and ask for lemonade and sandwiches. And they would hold hands and dance in the sinking sun. Eden got to watch Ronan grow taller and grow up and mature into the man they always knew he would be when he was a little kid.

The dandelions surrounding them remained whole until the wind picked up in the evening again.

They had nothing more to wish for.

It was the first day of Spring and the world didn’t hurt anymore.

[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

[boringsideeffect]

New Prokopinsky fic!

ok to be broken, still afraid to be hopeful

Prokopinsky | Explicit | 2.9k

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51543439

[lovelythethingsbrainrot]

I really decided the first fic I post should include foot jobs

She did not look like a housewife from the '50s, and Declan had a sneaking suspicion Jordan didn't know how to cook much of anything. Regardless, he was still trying to put the scene together. A set table. Candles. Music. Goddamn seafood. Logic and explanations were failing him.

[daensan]

Hey there! I'm Len (LenoraRoth on AO3) and I decided to post my fanfiction here on Tumblr also! My works are, to this point, from the following fandoms:

A Song of Ice and Fire 4 Daensa (Daenerys Targaryen x Sansa Stark) fics 1 Briensa (Brienne of Tarth x Sansa Stark) fic

The Raven Cycle 1 Gangsey (Richard Gansey III x Adam Parrish x Ronan Lynch x Blue Sargent x Noah Czerny) poly fic, but Adansey (Adam Parrish x Richard Gansey III) centric 1 Adansey (Adam Parrish x Richard Gansey III) fic

Grishaverse 1 Malkolina (Mal Oretsev x Nikolai Lantsov x Alina Starkov) fic

Percy Jackson and the Olympians 1 Jasico (Jason Grace x Nico di Angelo) fic

I have plans to write for other fandoms, but they are just plans for now. Also it's important to note that English is not my first language and I write fics as a writing exercise, so there might be some mistakes and I ask you to be gentle with me about them. And yes, I mainly write rarepairs, but it's mostly because I'm more interested on the potentials of a relationship than on pairings that were exhaustingly worked on by canon or the fandom itself.

That's it! I hope you enjoy my fics!

*I will update this list as I write more

[haunted-house-heart]

i know nothing about the raven cycle but since it’s winter how about a snowball fight?

ok ok i haven't written anything in ages and i haven't written fanfic in like two years. thank you so so much for the prompt <3 i kept it short bc i have soo much trouble with endings aklsdlks

send me trc prompts!

ghosts (we don't play fair)

Monmouth Manufacturing stood like a fortress in the middle of the snow. The parking lot was entirely white, except for the garish Pig and the remnants of the ramp Ronan built.

Noah laid flat on his back in a pile of snow, waving to Ronan up on the roof. As Ronan started on his way down to the ground level, Noah started making a snow angel. He ran into a problem, however, because he was in a pile, the snow he moved just collapsed back onto him. By the time Ronan got there, he was entirely buried. Luckily, as a ghost, he was not subjected to the same laws of physics as living people. He reappeared around the corner from the front door to wait for the perfect time to strike.

“Noah? The fuck are you?” Ronan called, when he banged out of the front door to the factory and didn’t see him anywhere. Then, like a dark omen, he heard a mischievous giggle from behind him.

Before Ronan could turn around, snow was shoved down the back of his shirt. He would deny the sound he made for the rest of his life.

“NOAH what the FUCK!!!” He whirled around, shaking from the cold and the rage, but Noah was gone again.

A snowball hit him in the side of the head, followed by a haunting laugh.

Noah had never enjoyed being dead more than he did now.

[owlsinleatherjackets]

wrote this little piece a while ago and thought I’d share it here too!

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish

Characters: Adam Parrish, Ronan Lynch

Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Pre-The Raven King Epilogue (Raven Cycle)

Summary: On a golden afternoon, Adam heads to the Barns, and some things are spoken aloud for the first time.

[runekeepershymnal]

Okay, fuck it. Today has turned out truly shitbox, as our apartment complex was evacuated by the fire department due to some problem with the system that required them to shut off the water. We’re entirely fine, we’ve fucked off to a hotel with the four-legged minions in tow, and we’re extremely fortunate to be able to do so.

Since IMYAMT has been fighting me (I am trying and failing to understand Ronan Lynch’s musical tastes and hybridize them with my own and honestly I’m a horrible hipster and haven’t listened to the radio in so fucking long, let alone when BLLB came out) I wrote some nonsense in which I have transplanted some of the Raven Cycle and Dreamer Trilogy blorbos into The Locked Tomb universe for some one-shot shennanigans. I don’t know how many there will be, there will not be a full AU series, just whatever bits strike me.

So, if you think you might want that, enjoy.

[kelliealtogether]

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Alternate Universe - 1980s, Bones & All Fusion, Cannibalism, Blood and Gore, Minor Violence, First Love, Sexual Content, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Meat Cute Summary:

Ronan knew him well, because Adam had thought of the first two options often, of walking into a police station and confessing, or walking into traffic. His father threatened to turn him in more times than Adam could count, and Adam didn’t understand why he never did. His parents could have dropped him off at a fire station or a hospital and turned Adam into someone else’s problem. It would have made things easier for them. It probably would have made things easier for Adam too, but the self-preserving part of him knew that wouldn’t have worked out much better. He didn’t think about the damage he could have done at an orphanage, or if he’d been adopted by people who actually wanted him.

But somewhere along the line, Adam decided he wanted to live, and he wanted to live freely, not caged in a prison or an asylum. And he wanted to live well, or as well as he could. And he wanted to live with Ronan, for as long as Ronan wanted to live with him.

[Chapter Eleven]

[andrewminyardslawyer]

PSA for those writing coffee shop AUs, bakery AUs, etc.

I have worked in the food service industry for 20 years and I just wanted to make an informational list of common mistakes or misconceptions I see in writing about said industry. Not trying to be a jerk, just thought I would try to make a helpful list! I will add more if I think of any and please feel free to ask any questions you may have!

- it's cookie dough, not cookie batter. Doughs are for thicker stuff, typically something you can pick up in your hand (cookies, bread). Batters are more liquid and pourable (cakes, brownies, muffins)

- one person cannot make all the products from scratch and bake everything themselves unless they are a very slow business. Most of the time someone has a specific thing they do weather it's focused on specific products or split up like one person does the batters/doughs, one person preps and bakes, one person decorates. Sometimes one person does multiple things but generally not every single thing every day by themselves

- Front of House = people interacting with customers like barista, waiter, person at the register. Back of House = people making the food (line cook, baker, etc), dish washer (the worst job in the world, I salute all dishwashers everywhere)

- if they're doing stuff like bagels, doughnuts, breakfast pastries, cinnamon rolls, bread, etc they are there EARLY. Depending on the product some people start working at 2 in the morning. I saw a published book that had someone making dozens and dozens of cinnamon rolls from scratch in like one hour. Not possible even though I wish it was

- frosting, icing, and glaze are all different things. Frosting is the thicker stuff you see on cakes and cupcakes. Icing is typically for cookies, especially the decorated cut out sugar cookies. Glaze is thin, like what you get on doughnuts

- 99% of people who work in the food service industry will immediately go home and shower. I've seen lots stories where the character gets done at work and goes out. You are covered in various substances with powdered sugar in places you didn't know it could get, a shower before Literally Anything is a must

[chodzacaparodia]

Me, when characters who are practically meant for each other destroy their relationship by a misunderstanding they could have avoided if they’d just been honest with each other:

[thatcrimsonsun]

*you'd feel worse for adam if he wasn't such a bitch about it / which was actually the working title for raven boys"

i saw this being one of the tags in a pynch fanfic and howled