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Each of the trees they passed sounded with a processed thud, until the sound around them was the pulsing electronic beat that invariably played in Ronan’s car or headphones.


‘Oh God,’ Gansey said, but he was laughing. 'Do we have to endure that here, too? Ronan!’


'It wasn’t me,’ Ronan said. He looked to Blue, who shrugged. He caught Adam’s eye. When Adam’s mouth quirked, Ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning to the loose smile he reserved for Matthew’s silliness, Adam felt a surge of both accomplishment and nerves. He skated an edge here. Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These weren’t forces to play with.

—  dont even talk to me right now
Notable Pynch Quotes From The Raven King

You’re welcome in advance.

• “When Adam’s mouth quirked, Ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning to the loose smile he ordinarily reserved for Matthews silliness. Adam Felt a surge of both accomplishment and nerves. He skated an edge here. Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater.”
• “Ronan crossed his arms to wait, just looking. At Adams fine cheekbones, his furrowed fair eyebrows, his beautiful hands, everything washed out by the furious light. He had memorized the shape of Adam’s hands in particular: The way his thumb jutted awkwardly, boyishly; the roads of the prominent veins; The large knuckles that punctuated his long fingers. In dreams Ronan put them in his mouth.”
• “His feelings for Adam were an oil spill; he’d let them overflow and now there wasn’t a damn place in the ocean that wouldn’t catch fire if he dropped a match.”
• “He allowed Ronan to lean in to compare his eyes - Close enough that Ronan felt his breath on his cheek - and he allowed Ronan to study the palm of his hand. The latter was not strictly necessary, and they both knew it, but Adam watched Ronan closely as he lightly traced the lines there.”
• “’…Is that why you look like hell?’ ‘Thanks, Parrish. I like your face, too.’”
• “Ronan let out a breath, put the model down on the bed beside him, and kissed Adam.”
• “He knew that of all the options in the world, Ronan Lynch was the most difficult version of any of them. He knew that Ronan was not a thing to be experimented with. He knew his mouth still felt warm.”
• “'Ronan kissed me,’ Adam said immediately. The words had clearly been queued up. He gazed studiously into the front yard. When Gansey didn’t immediately say anything, Adam added, ‘I also kissed him.’”
• “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-clattering-cold night drive. it was Adam’s ribs under Ronan’s hands and Adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again.”
• “They were both hungry animals, but Adam had been starving for longer.”
• “They sprawled on the living room sofa and Adam studied the tattoo that covered Ronan’s back: all the sharp edges that hooked wondrously and fearfully into each other.”
• “Ronan put Adam’s fingers to his mouth. He was never sleeping again.”
• “Ronan was looking at him, as he had been looking at him for months. Adam looked back, as he had been looking back for months.”
• “Ronan skidded to his knees, his arms around her, and it hurt Adam, somehow, to watch how ferociously he hugged his little strange dream creature, and how she buried her face into his shoulder.”
• “The choice was death or hurting Adam, which wasn’t much of a choice at all.”

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What If (2014)
“Correcting people’s pronunciation is my old thing, actually. My new thing is over-sharing.”

My thoughts and feelings about what went down between Adam and Ronan in the raven king:

Okay so i was gonna wait a bit to make this post but my thoughts about these two are literally eating me alive. I mean is there anything greater than waiting so long for your otp to be canon and then when it finally happens it’s so beautifully done you don’t even know what to do with yourself afterwards? The answer is probably no.

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He caught Adam’s eye. When Adam’s mouth quirked, Ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning into the loose smile he ordinarily reserved for Matthew’s silliness. Adam felt a surge of both accomplishment and nerves. He skated an edge here. Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These weren’t forces to play with.
—  The Raven King

*Murder Squash Song playing in Cabeswater*

“Oh God,” Gansey said, but he was laughing. “Do we have to endure that here, too? Ronan!

“It wasn’t me,” Ronan said. He looked to Blue, who shrugged. He caught Adam’s eye. When Adam mouth quirked, Ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning to the loose smile he ordinarily reserved for Matthew’s silliness. Adam felt a surge of both accomplishment and nerves. He skated an edge here. Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. They weren’t forces to play with.

Tru luv.

Rise Pynch, rise.

“It wasn’t me,” Ronan said. He looked to Blue, who shrugged. He caught Adam’s eye. When Adam’s mouth quirked, Ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning to the loose smile he ordinarily reserved for Matthew’s silliness. Adam felt a surge of both accomplishment and nerves. He skated an edge here. Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These weren’t forces to play with.”
—  The Raven king
The Trouble With Flower Crowns

(Sorry for the awful title)
Rating: PG-13
(This is the first fanfic I’ve ever made public)

Basically, Eight insists Adam wear a flower crown but Adam won’t have it.

“Adam!” Eight whines, roaming Nine’s penthouse.

“What?” Adam groans, peeking over the back of the couch he was currently occupying. He’d been enjoying the big TV since he’d arrived and acquired a permanent room in the penthouse. The Mogadorians never had anything like this. They filed TV’s under the brain-rotting-waste-of-time category.

“Oh! There you are,” Eight says, quickly putting his hands behind his back. The boy casually leaned against the back of the white couch, trying to be innocent. “I have something for you,” he sings, his mischievous smile giving everything away.

Adam quirks an eyebrow, apprehensive about what it could possibly be. “What is it?…”

Eight reveals what he’d been hiding behind his back.

“No,” Adam says bluntly, turning back to the program he was watching.

“Oh, c’mon!” Eight whines.

“No. I am not wearing that ridiculous thing!” Adam spits out.

“I think you’d look good in a flower crown,” Eight states nonchalantly, moving around the couch to block Adam’s view of the TV. The crown was made of fake, green stems and small,fake, light blue flowers with a yellow center.

“I think you’d better get that thing out of my face,” Adam replies, leaning over to better the television. This proved futile as Eight just took a step in the same direction Adam leaned.  

Eight squatted down. “Pleeeeeese.”

“No.”

“Do it for me!”

“Why would that make my decision any different?”

“It was worth a shot,” Eight shrugs.

“Go bother someone else,” Adam waves his hand at Eight, dismissing him. “Where’s Marina? Get her to wear your stupid flower monstrosity.”

“This isn’t over,” Eight says while slowly backing away, until he finally turns and rushes off.

Adam grunts and flips through the TV channels silently.



Adam sits at the kitchen table, scarfing down a sandwich he made himself for lunch. He had just finished training with the Garde, Sam, Sarah, and Malcome. His fighting skills were improving, along with the accuracy and efficiency of his lone legacy. Adam’s peaceful lunch was interrupted when a figure appeared in front of him on the table, causing Adam to jump and spill his soda all over his lap. Eight burst into laughter, rolling onto his back, causing the table to shake.

“What the hell, Eight!” Adam says, rushing to get some paper towels to clean the mess.

“You- should have- seen your- face,” Eight replies through quick bursts of breathy laughs.

“It looks like I freaking peed my pants, you ass,” Adam groans, dabbing at the wet spot.

Eight finally calms down enough to sit up and state, “I’ll get you some new pants.” He quickly teleports away and returns holding a pair of jeans.

“Thanks.” Adam removes his wet pants and tugs on the jeans. “Was that all really necessary though?”

“Hmm, well, I scared you pretty good, and it made me laugh, so yes. It was necessary,” Eight grins.

Adam rolls his eyes. “What do you want?”

Eight’s grin shifts into a smirk, then he removes the flower crown from his back pocket.

“I already told you this morning I’m not wearing that,” Adam crosses his arms and flips his bangs away from his face.

“You say that, but I’ll convince you,” Eight replies, confident in himself.

“I highly doubt that.”

“Why won’t you wear it?” Eight’s lack of knowledge was sort of surprising to Adam.

“Why don’t you wear it?” Adam asks, pointing at Eight’s head.

“Because this one is yours,” Eight says, while pulling out another flower crown from his back pocket. “This one’s mine.” Eight places the flower crown on top of his dark mop of curls. His face splits into a cheeky grin.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe you,” Adam says, turning away from Eight.

Eight tries to sneakily place the flower crown atop Adam’s head, but Adam realizes quickly what Eight’s trying to do, and blocks Eights hands by reaching his arms up.

“Dang it, I almost got it on you!” Eight mutters and curses under his breath.

“Why do you want me to wear it so badly?” Adam asks.

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“I don’t know. Just because!” Eight replies like an annoyed 5-year old.

“You’re impossible,” Adam states, then turns away, heading back to the Lecture Hall to continue working with Malcome on honing his legacy.

Eight sighs huffily. He will get his flower crown on Adam.



The evening arrives uneventfully. John and Sarah were off somewhere together doing who knows what. Sam and Six were nowhere to be seen either. Nine was helping Marina and Ella with some fighting techniques in the Lecture Hall. Malcome was there as well, working with the computers, reading news stories and trying to find anything that might be substantial to the whereabouts of the Mogs. That left Eight and Adam together to cook dinner for everyone. Well, actually Adam was cooking, Eight was being a gigantic pain in Adam’s ass, as usual.

“Put it on,” Eight glares at Adam, clutching the crown.

“No.” Adam replies, evenly while not looking away from the pan on the stove.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yess.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Adaaam,” Eight whines, disgruntled.

“Eiiight,” Adam mocks.

“What can I do to make you wear it?” Eight asks.

“Nothing,” Adam replies.

“What if I did all the dishes while you got to relax and watch TV?”

Adam snickers. “Yeah right.”

“I promise. Just put it on.”

That was it. Eight had been trailing Adam all day insisting he wear this god-awful accessory.

Adam huffs in defeat. “Fine. I’ll wear your damn flower crown,” he says, snatching it out of Eight’s hand and unceremoniously placing it on his head. “Are you happy?” Adam says scowling.

Eight smiles triumphantly, then puts on his own crown and whips out his cell phone. He moves next to Adam, so he’s in the frame. “Smile!” Eight says, pouting his lips, while Adam continues to scowl, not looking at the camera. “That’s my new screensaver,” Eight says, winking at Adam.

Adam rolls his eyes. “Remember you have to clean the dishes though,” Adam states.

Eight frowns. “You’re not really going to make me do it alone, are you?”

“Oh yes,” Adam says smirking, then winking at Eight.

He caught Adam’s eye. When Adam’s mouth quirked, Ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning to the loose smile he ordinarily reserved for Matthew’s silliness. Adam felt a surge of both accomplishment and nerves. He skated an edge here. Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These weren’t forces to play with.
—  The Raven King, Maggie Stiefvater

“When Adam’s mouth quirked, Ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning to the loose smile he ordinarily reserved for Matthew’s silliness. Adam felt a surge of both accomplishment and nerves. He skated an edge here. Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These weren’t forces to play with.” (TRK page 61)

“Adam smiled cheerily. Ronan would start wars and burn cities for that true smile, elastic and amiable.” (TRK page 219)

When Adam’s mouth quirked, Ronan’s expression stilled for a moment before turning to the loose smile he ordinarily reserved for Matthew’s silliness. Adam felt a surge of both accomplishment and nerves. He skated an edge here. Making Ronan Lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with Cabeswater. These weren’t forces to play with.
—  The Raven King, Maggie Steifvater