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So.. I've been making models
holy compression. anyways
Number 49 for Gendrya! Bonus, Arya has to be the one to say it :D Also, do you only write for Gendrya? If not, what other fandoms/pairigs do you like writing for?
okay i’ll be honest this has been basically done for a while i just didn’t feel like it was good enough but thank you so much to the bestest cousin ever ever ever @swishandflickwit who keeps picking me up and pushing me to do this haha ahhhhhhhhh i’m so excited to do more prompts please please keep them going again thank you so much for the prompt and so sorry for the waiiiit i promise that next time it won’t take as long <3
#49 “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?” + gendrya
“I’ll be back in an hour, I just need to grab a few things. Butter, eggs, flour, coconut maybe, because why not, that’s always nice-” he lists off to himself as he shrugs his coat and grabs his keys. He goes for the door, but hesitates. “Can I trust you guys to take the first set out and put in the next batch?”
Hot Pie’s request falls on deaf ears as the two wrestle and argue over Netflix, as usual. Gendry plays dirty as he’s holding the remote over his head, while Arya’s desperately trying to climb him like a tree. It’s a mess of “Arya, I can’t-I can’t see” “Gimme it!” “Season 3? Already? Is nothing sacred? Wow. I cannot believe-”
“Guys.” Times like these he’s baffled he’s the youngest. “Like talking to a wall, honestly,”he mutters to himself.
“Yeah, yeah, can’t be that hard.” Gendry’s barely spared him a glance, which worries him. Arya takes advantage of the distraction and elbows him in the gut that has him swearing up.
“You guys are the worst.” He wants to think of the worst case scenario, but it feels too much like he’s tempting fate. “Just don’t burn the house down.” He leaves the two bickering idiots reluctantly, with a heavy heart.Half an hour later, they agree to disagree on what looks like the dumbest horror flick ever made, curtains drawn, the only light coming in from the flickering streetlight. She’s not really paying attention, not really. It’s silly how they argue over the insignificant and petty things, but it wouldn’t be the same, it wouldn’t be them if they didn’t. There are times where she’s just in and out of the moment all at once. Not quite disassociating, not quite there either. Sometimes she feels the need to just be, appreciating the small victory of awkwardly stumbling through their feelings and finally, finally, figuring it all out. Because this, being on the couch, the back and forth of commentary on this stupidly predictable horrorflick, surrounded by all of him, warm and heavy, as she slides underneath him, was nice. This, them, it wasn’t what she thought it was going to be, how it was all going to turn out, but, as she draws his attention from the television, his familiar weight settling, she can’t help but think this is nice. Nice was such a dumb word, but, it’s whatever.“What are you looking at?” she mumbles, not quite able to look at his even dumber face.“I’m lookin’ at you.” Her hands fiddle with his shirt, and she can feel his steady heartbeat. His calm infuriated her. Here she was with a hurricane in her lungs, nerves on edge, mind switching between fight or flight, so wound up, all because he was looking at her. Gods, she needed to get a grip.His forehead wrinkles, fingers brushing her cheek, “Hey,” she doesn’t miss where his eyes fleetingly glance and her breath catches, “what’re you thinkin’ about?” She’s hyper aware of her, and him, and them. Feeling brave, her hand comes to the back of his neck to pull him close, and she’s about to show him exactly what she’s thinking about-
A shrill beeping breaks the silence that scares the shit out of her.
“Is that the fire alarm?”
“I swear to God,” he groans, as his forehead rests on her shoulder. Her heart’s gone into overdrive and she feels like her chest might cave.
She stumbles away from the couch, definitely not to escape. As soon as she cracks open the oven, a cloud of smoke comes, stinging her eyes.
“Shit,” she coughs, as she fans the oven with an oven mit. “He’s gonna kill us.”
“He rigged this thing to blow.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
He reaches out and yelps, snatching his hand back.
Arya keels over laughing. “Safety first. What are you, five? Didn’t your Mom ever tell to not just go sticking your hand without an oven mit?”
He’s shaking his hand, sucking in his teeth, as he tries to glare at her. He fails.
She brings out the chocolate chip charcoal and they take a moment of silence for the heart and soul Hot Pie poured into these poor charred victims.
He takes a bite, and she stares in disbelief. "It’s not that bad.“
"Really?”
“Nope, no,” he spits into the trash, and the crumbs come tumbling out, “it’s terrible. We’re screwed.”
“I figured.” She carefully takes the tray and dumps it all into the garbage.
“You think he’ll notice if I run to the supermarket real quick and buy from the bakery?”
“Dumbass, of course he’ll notice. We should get him something anyway to apologize. Not cookies though. I got this.” She hops up on the counter and plucks the landline from it’s receiver and dials. Or tries. He steps into her space, hands skimming her thighs, taking his sweet time with his mouth on her neck.
“What,” and, just like that she’s breathless, “are you doing.”
“What are you doing?”
“I just-” asked you that, she was going to say, ready to argue, but she can’t remember exactly why, or what she wants. She doesn’t know whether to allow him more space or to trap him right where he stands. She likes it like this, where she’s sitting, just a little bit taller than him for once. Her knees drag up his sides and it has him pulling every inch of her firmly up against him. A hand finds it way into her hair, the other at her side, and it’s just not fair. Her head lazily rolls to the side, phone clattering to the ground, forgotten. She wants this.
“Hot Pie-”
“Arya-” , and, he’s laughing, nuzzling her neck. Why is he- “That’s not- my name, why-”
And, she’s laughing too when she realizes. “I know, I know, I’m sorry, I just-” She wants this. Wants him. And she doesn’t know when she’ll feel this brave again. Her hands on either side of his face, and her mouth comes crashing down on his, shutting him up. Eyes closed, she misses the look on his face but- He’s kissing her back, and she doesn’t miss the sound that he makes that has her hands planting themselves on his shoulders, legs securing themselves around his waist. -The remains of their take out litter their tiny dining table. “I’m still mad.”They should probably be ashamed that they don’t even have the decency to look the least bit remorseful or apologetic, but Gendry’s barely keeping his shit together, and it’s contagious.She nods to hide her grin, “Right, yeah. We’re really sorry.”“No, you’re not,” Hot Pie says, rolling his eyes, with a smile that’s equal parts fond and exasperated, as he stands to clean up. They share a knowing look across the table. Maybe they really are the worst, but she’s pretty sure she can live with that. -
so. this did not turn out the way i thought it would when i started. this was supposed to be a drabble @ me: you have no self control ffs get a hold of yourself. also this wasn’t supposed to have a title but i am obsessed with talk too much by coin and all their other songs plus it. fits. perfectly. and to answer your question, anon, aaaalllllllllll my ships are laid out in my desktop layout. i didn’t wanna make a post out of it and i preferred something more permanent. please go and appreciate it because it’s the most coding i’ve ever done since 8th grade and i am so proud of myself haha[ao3]give me a number and a ship! :)
181: communication
"I'm getting to that!" The molecrab turned a little too vigorously, and had to steady itself on the battlement while it re-aligned its eyeholes. "But prophecy's not simply a matter of... I'm just trying to... it's a complicated question! For example, what do you mean by 'truth'?" The squid didn't roll its eyes, as they were lidless lenses of pale violet crystal, but it rocked backwards with a derisive snort. "You're seriously asking me--" "No no no!" The crab shook rapidly, its muffled voice reverberating in tandem. "I don't mean in some guarshit philosophistical, black-is-white, nothing-is-real-so-you-can't-prove-me-wrong kind of sense, I just mean... prophecies come from dreams and visions, correct?" "Yeah..."
OK this is really stupid, but before I read the Raven Cycle, the only place I’d heard of Glendower was in Shakespeare’s Henry IV, pt. 1, so I had the thought - what if they put on the play?? So here are some silly headcanons:
-Henry Cheng’s the director. He pretty much runs the Aglionby Theatre department. He’s one those super-passionate theatre guys trying to run a department almost single-handedly, with occasional help from the rest of the Vancouver crowd. He decides to put on the play a few weeks after the climax of The Raven King, after he does a cursory bit of Glendower research in honor of his new friendship.
-Gansey plays Glendower, of course. He gets the part for a number of reasons: a) gross favoritism, b) he’s actually a good actor, charismatic, affable, and with lots of experience ‘playing’ the Richard Campbell Gansey III his family and the world at large expects him to be, c) it is abundantly clear that he wants it far more than anyone else who tries out, like seriously no one else really cares that much about this part, d) he actually knows a bit of Welsh (he convinced Gwenllian to help him brush up), and obviously knows the history and trivia of the character backward and forward, e) everyone likes him, and knows his interests, and would consider it inhumanly cruel to deny starry-eyed Richard “What do you know about Welsh Kings?” Gansey the part of his dreams, f) one of the reasons Henry chose this play in the first place was because he wanted to help Gansey fill the void of time and purpose the unsettling conclusion of his Glendower search left in him, g) everyone seems to agree he has the right air for it - he seems wise, strong, slightly magical, and inherently kingly.
-Pretty much everyone but Gansey knew Gansey would get the part. Gansey got so nervous on his way to look at the cast list that he practically had to cling on to Adam’s arm to stay upright. Ronan was a little was a little punk about it, and muttered stuff about “I dunno, SickSteve did a pretty good audition too” or “I just think Koh might get it, so don’t get your hopes too far up” just to mess with him. Adam looks slightly pitying of Gansey but mostly exchanges a knowing smirk with Ronan the whole time. They both laugh heartily at how genuinely, earnestly overjoyed and honored Gansey is to find out that he got the part.
-Speaking of Ronan - Ronan plays Hotspur. He stays technically enrolled in school JUST long enough to participate in the play, because he also wants to help Gansey adjust to life post-Glendower search, and show a bit of solidarity, a final tribute for Gansey’s sacrifice and that part of his life. He’s not really a great actor, but he has just the sort of angry energy, impatience, rigid code of honor, and touch of romantic ideals that the part requires. Like, the guy is described with “a smile made for war.” He really loves the stage combat, but can sometimes go overboard with it. He and Gansey thoroughly enjoy their scene together, arguing about the supernatural but trying to fight on the same side. In actuality, the play version of Glendower kind of reminds him of his father, the braggart poet and musician king, and it’s not disagreeable for him to kind of blend that that with his feelings about Gansey himself.
-Since Aglionby is an all-boys school, the auditions are opened up to the community for female roles. Gansey begs Blue to try out, which she does because she loves him, and because hey, it could be fun. Never say Maura Sargent’s daughter doesn’t have an open mind. She never thought she’d enjoy lots of things before she met the boys. Very few girls tried out, and she gets the role of Kate Percy, Hotspur’s strong-willed wife. She and Ronan also thoroughly enjoy their scenes together, sniping and squabbling and snarking at each other while still being affectionate. Because he’s ridiculous, Gansey can’t help but be somewhat jealous of Ronan and Blue’s onstage marriage, no matter how often Adam amusedly reminds him that it’s just a play, that Blue loves him and that Ronan’s taken and dedicated and doesn’t actually like girls anyway. Ronan himself finds it hilarious. Adam once advised Ronan to ‘tone down’ his onstage passion for Blue, to spare Gansey’s feelings, but he only intensified it, which director Henry agreed improved the scene and their characters.
-Adam wasn’t originally going to try out, he was too busy with college applications and the like, but it was eventually Ronan who talked him into it, basically just laying it down as “do it for Gansey.” He gets a small part – Edmund Mortimer, Glendower’s son-in-law, Kate Percy’s brother, and Hotspur’s brother-in-law, and finds it amusingly ironic that it’s him trying to keep the peace between Ronan and Gansey’s characters. Ronan finds it all-too-easy to imagine himself wanting to start a war on Adam’s (character’s) behalf. Adam finds it amusing that he refers to Glendower as his ‘father’ (in-law) and he and Ronan (and Blue, let’s be real) have lots of jokes about Gansey being a Dad.
-The rest of the cast is mostly the Vancouver crowd, a few of Gansey’s old teammates from the crew team, and the few Aglionby students who genuinely love theatre. Tad Caruthers ends up playing Falstaff. It takes every bit of Ronan’s restraint not to wake up from his onstage death and destroy him for hauling him around and trying to lie about killing him. He gets a consolation prize, though. At the last minute, the guy (Cheng2) playing Hal got sick and had to drop out (Henry blamed the Macbeth curse, which he had invoked in mockery, demonstrating again the lack of the sense God gave him), so director Henry himself stepped in to play Hal. Ronan relishes their fight scene, even when he ultimately loses, as director Henry actually wants him to be winning until the last moment. Ronan has warmed slightly to Henry, but not enough that he doesn’t thoroughly enjoy pretending to beat him up.
-Lady Catrin Mortimer, Mortimer’s wife and Glendower’s daughter, is played by a shy sophomore from Mountain View High School named Jill, who was mostly chosen for her lovely singing voice. She doesn’t know any Welsh – but no one but Gansey did – but she promises to learn, so Gansey generously offers to help her – himself with Gwenllian’s help. Gwenllian remembered the real Catrin, and half the time remembers her with sisterly affection, and half the time with resentment of her being a legitimate daughter. But Jill (after Gansey and Blue forwarn her to take Gwenllian with a grain of salt) ends up spending a lot of time at Fox Way, practicing with Gansey, Gwenllian, and Blue, and Gwenllian teaches her Welsh songs that the real Catrin knew, and it comes out that Jill had always really looked up to Blue when she saw her in school and thought she was cool, but was intimidated by her, and Blue is touched and becomes a big-sisterly friend to her, and Gansey is delighted.
-Gansey provides an array of very accurate costumes, armor and weapons artifacts that he uncovered over his years of searching. Some of them are too fragile to be of use, but most that held up well he thinks really ought to be used and useful again, and has them shipped in from the various museums he donated them to before. He has a long phone discussion with Professor Malory about the possibility of getting ahold of the flags that became Henry IV’s nightgown so the King Henry in the play can wear them, but they aren’t able to, and Malory thinks they would be too delicate to handle high schoolers anyway. Blue, who’s handy at sewing from years of experience making her clothes, makes a fairly good imitation of the design. Gansey basically becomes the dramaturg and historical design consultant for the whole production as well, and helps the costume, prop, and set designers make everything as historically accurate as possible.
-Most all the parents and family members come to the performance. Maura, Calla, Jimi, and Orla; Mr. and Mrs. Gansey and Helen; Declan even shows up from DC with Matthew in tow to watch their brother. Not Adam’s, but he’s mostly grateful for that. Henry swears he catches a glance of his mother Seondeok; Blue thinks she might have seen Mr. Gray. (Maura, blushing, later confirms this to her.) On the final performance, Ronan rigs the speakers to play nothing but the murder squash song for pre-show music. A lot of Henrietta locals come to the show as well, prepared to laugh at some Aglionby boys’ incompetence, but are actually pleasantly surprised by the quality of the performance and production. Everyone Gansey had ever passionately told about Glendower is just really happy for him, and impressed by his performance, and some kids actually corner him to ask questions about him and his mystical powers. Ronan gains a lot of admirers who found his passionate performance extremely hot, and he just sort of smirks at them. Blue is mobbed by little girls who loved her attitude and her pretty dress. School officials are impressed by Henry’s quality production.
-Right after the final performance, Ronan and Helen Gansey band together to get break into Headmaster Child’s office and dispose of the contract he signed with Gansey. Gansey, over the course of the production, slowly made peace with the idea of Ronan not finishing school – realizing that Ronan was doing this last thing for him – and also realized he might not want to part with Monmouth Manufacturing forever, if he’s going to be alive to enjoy it afterwards. Helen does final negotiations, and uses legalize to make clear to Child that all is null and void. Ronan leaves a wad of his speeding tickets with a picture of fingers flipping the bird in the place of the papers, and never returns to Aglionby again. They have a cast party and Nino’s, and afterwards Rona, Adam, Gansey, Blue, and Henry go to the Barns, raise a glass for Noah, and eventually pass out on the couch together, happy, together, fulfilled, and alive.
And that just basically became a fic in and of itself. Hope you enjoyed! :)
