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As the World Caves In

Summary:


Ronan and Adam making out while everything else goes to shit.
Set midway through The Raven King.

Notes:

Lou’s genius tumblr prompt is here

Thank you as always to Sconelover — a “no notes” betaing from you is the biggest confidence boost in the world ❤️.

Setting the scene:

They’ve just found out that Glendower is dead and that there’s no favour for Gansey’s life. There’s also a demon unmaking shit everywhere and everything is fucked.

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Hands, hips, tongues, teeth, the shifting of bodies and the squeaking of leather seats; Ronan and Adam had been nothing else for the past ten minutes. No, that’s not quite right. Ronan and Adam had been all this and more for the past ten minutes.

Bodies, yes, passion, definitely; that feeling of wanting something for so long and finally finally finally holding it between your hands, shoving it between your teeth, biting, letting it roll around on your tongue, coat your gums, tasting. Never getting enough now that you had it, never getting enough.

It was fitting that they were doing this in a car. Ronan’s car. Capital T The car. Sleek and sexy and growling, zero-to-sixty in five point two seconds. It had taken Ronan and Adam less than that.

Everything about them was green light go, as if the world was ending.

A single brush of lips and suddenly hands were gripping hair, clothing, bodies. A brief gasping of back seat had meant climbing and legs sliding over legs, arms wrapping around waists or shoulders or necks, hips pressing down or up depending on circumstance.

It wasn’t enough, it would never be enough. Everything was hot and heightened and only this.

It hadn’t started this way, though. Or at least it had started this way, a few days ago when Ronan had been foolish or brave enough to lean in, and they had since been making out and breaking for life in turn, the way one might suddenly realise shit I have a Day Job I need to pretend to manage before going back to Living at night.

But for the purposes of this story, it had started like this:

Following the Fisker off the highway to a nondescript rest stop. Watching Gansey vacate the vehicle with a nondescript expression that betrayed more than any measure of panic could have done. It was drowning in the liminal space of knowing your best friend was going to die, and believing you could save him you could god dammit but you had to just wait wait wait for it. The event. The curtain call. The solution. Ever pressing, ever distant. Sacrifices and ends of everything to give something else another chance.

“What now, Parrish?” Ronan had asked. Because what else could he do. Because silence made him want to light a match against his own skin. Because Adam was the smartest son of a bitch he knew and they were damn near out of options and they were in this together now in more ways than one. Because it was quite possibly the end of their world.

Adam had looked at him, truly looked, through defiant demeanour and mocking mouth, and knew that what Ronan needed right at that second was escape from himself, was grounding. Within and without and with someone. Or maybe that was what Adam needed. 

In any case, Adam had leant across the gear shift confident and sure, although his words hadn’t been.

“We could… make out?”

Why the hell not. It was the end of the world.


Notes:

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