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when ronans with bryde // when adam visits from harvard
“When Adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour Ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. It was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. It was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. It was stubble on his lips and Ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart. They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for far longer.”
The Raven King, Maggie Stiefvater
Rating: Teen
Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish
Additional Tags: 5+1, Fluff
Summary:
Everybody knows that Ronan loves Adam. Ronan knows he loves Adam, and he’s pretty sure that Adam knows that he’s loved, too. But they’ve never said the words. They have other words, sure, just not that one, specific, stupidly important, word.
Instead of ‘I love you’, they say:
“Call me when you get home.”
“Eat, you dumbass.”
“I changed your oil.”
“I dreamt of you last night.”
“Tamquam,” “alter idem.”
Still, the ‘L’ word. The string of three words that mean so much and nothing to them at the same time, hasn’t been said. They don’t need to say it, either. But Ronan, ever stubborn and determined, needs to say it.
or: 5 Times Ronan Said 'I love you' Without Adam Hearing + The One Time Adam Said It
Word Count: 10k
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Rating: Teen
Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish
Additional Tags: NASCAR Driver!Ronan
Summary:
After every race Adam found Ronan at his room, whether it was walking back in silence from dinner or with a knock on the door. And every night, no matter what, Ronan would ask him on question. One secret, and only ask for one in return. In the dark unfamiliar of the hotel room it was easy brandishing his soul to Ronan, quietly speaking the thoughts that both haunted and motivated him into the space around them. It felt transactional, at first, but then it became a tradition. A ritual.
And that ritual hasn’t been broken. Every night after a race, win or lose, Ronan would settle into the floor beside Adam’s bed and speak a couple sentences before they slept.
(or: the one where Ronan’s a NASCAR driver, Adam’s his pit crew chief, and the entire gang wants them to get together)
Word Count: 18k
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here, have another piece of my NASCAR Driver!Ronan and Car Chief!Adam AU titled Thinking of Someone For Whom He Still Burns
They eat in a comfortable silence. Gansey doesn’t mind the quiet with Adam. Their conversations often pause for moments of introspection, both a little too in their heads for similar company. But it works, they’ve been friends since college. Through disagreements, mutual and otherwise, and the contention that Gansey’s father offering Adam a job caused.
(It wasn’t a handout, but Adam in college couldn’t tell the difference between handouts, help, care, and a job offer because Adam is simply the best mechanic the Ganseys know.)
Adam now, years outside of the brick and ivied walls of Harvard, still looks at kindness like it might bite him but it doesn’t lead to fights anymore. Just pressed lips, a deep breath, and acceptance.
here, have a piece of my NASCAR Driver!Ronan and Car Chief!Adam AU titled Thinking of Someone For Whom He Still Burns
“If I don’t feed you, who will?”
They settle into a comfortable silence. Adam presses play on the remote, whatever show he’s got on resuming quietly with subtitles. Ronan leans back in the chair, balancing himself on the back two legs, trying not to stare at Adam as he eats, letting his mind wander to the previous race. He can feel the aches and pains in his bones, the need for sleep weighing heavy on his shoulders. But he wouldn’t give this up for the world, these quiet moments with Adam where they aren’t NASCAR driver and car chief. Where their conversations aren’t just bickering and playful jabs in front of friends and coworkers. Instead, they’re just Ronan Lynch and Adam Parrish, men of similar age who don’t know how to put into words what they could be in the sunshine and only know how to be what they are in the night.
Adam finishes eating with a crumble of the paper bag, pushing himself off the bed to wash his hands in the bathroom. Ronan listens to the faucet run, the squeak of the towel rack, and the click of the door shutting when Adam comes back in. Something flutters in Ronan’s belly when Adam looks at him. His blue eyes seemingly all-knowing but face otherwise schooled to not reveal anything. Ronan wishes desperately to know what Adam’s thinking, to see the world out of his eyes, to understand every thread of conscious and automatic thought that flashes in his mind.
“Staying the night?” Adam asks, crossing the room to fiddle with the thermostat.
Their game continues, “Just a couple hours.” Ronan answers, watching as Adam turns the TV off and sets the remote on the bedside table. He continues watching, the care to keep up an image falling away as the night turns to early morning. As the minutes tick closer to sunrise than sunset. Adam settles under the thick hotel blankets, propping himself up on one elbow, a hand on the lamp switch.