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[threesecrets]

+ Leave me a starter, an idea, whatever you like!
+ As always consider this your cw: weird kinks are possible

+ I ship pretty much whatever, though Gansey and Adam are of course favorites. m/m only

+ Hit me up on PM or Discord (thatwasdumb#0150) if you want to plot something.

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[affection_for_research]

[That smiles leaves Gansey breathless, hope making him feel like he's incandescent. It's something he'd been so certain that was lost that he's almost helpless before it. The shake of Ronan's head doesn't distract him since he knows that it isn't a refusal. It's something else. Ronan clearing his head or driving away the shadows that had stalked them both for the past two years.

He feels too alive, too real for this to end with a refusal. Ronan wouldn't have said that he wouldn't mind being Gansey's if he would turn him down a few moments later.

Hope hooks itself into his heart, painful but wonderful. This is better than seeing the Pig for the first time. Or finding some proof that his theories about Glendower are true. This is something far more magical than ley lines and lost kings.

He smiles foolishly as Ronan's hands move, ridiculously pleased that Ronan wants to touch him in ways that weren't just meant for friendship. Then the idea of having Ronan conjures up the fantasies that he's felt so guilty for. Tugging gently on Ronan's jeans, he pulls him closer, tipping his head up as he lets out a shaky breath.]

Jesus, Ronan. I've wanted...

[His voice trails off when he realizes how helpless he sounds. How needful. He isn't ashamed of it, but it's so rare that he gets to allow himself to be himself instead of the role he plays that he doesn't know how to continue.

Swallowing hard, he knows the words will shatter if he doesn't regain some control, but Ronan's eyes are bright with desire. His words ones that Gansey's craved almost since they'd met. Gansey has always tried to be less selfish but there's one thing - no, one person - that he could never stop himself from wanting to keep for himself.]

You're mine, Ronan.

[The words sound like they've almost been ripped from him, possessive and demanding. The declaration seems to fill all the hollow spaces around them, a command from a fable pushing back the doubt and darkness. He wants to take, dragging what he wants into the open, but he waits, knowing that this has to be both their choices. If he is a king, he isn't a conqueror. Ronan has to agree before Gansey can have more.]