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A Little Light is a digital Miraculous Ladybug charity zine to benefit the victims of Hurricane Matthew. The zine includes art, fanfics, and cosplay. Zine orders will be open until Feb. 1.
Bonus question give me your abercrombie boy headcanons if you have any.
I really don’t have many because Maggie leaves so little to be desired but I just…I feel like Ronan and Gansey have kissed. Like I’m not sure how and I’m not sure when but I think it was something fairly lighthearted (I say fairly because Ronan is just so intense) that didn’t really go anywhere. Maybe Gansey did it for “science” because he knew he could trust Ronan and he wasn’t sure if his ferocious devotion to Ronan was just that or…something else? Gansey doesn’t really have the language for it.
So maybe Gansey raps on Ronan’s door and requests formal permission to enter the Sanctum of Brooding, and sits down next to Ronan on the bed and announces his intentions. And Ronan hears him out with his usual dour furrowed brow but the muscles in his neck are tight and he, the roving Irish tough always raring for a fight, kind of wants to run away from this. Gansey of course asks for consent in the most warm and diplomatic fashion and so Ronan tugs off his headphones and says “Sure, whatever” with all the practiced disinterest in the world. So Gansey leans in but suddenly Ronan thumps his hand against Gansey’s sternum and points a threatening finger in his face.
“We’re not telling Parrish shit about this.”
Gansey looks flustered, his academic concentration broken. “What? Obviously, of course.”
Ronan gives a sharp nod, then smooths Gansey’s shirt back into place and sits back patiently. Gansey squares his shoulders and moves towards Ronan again, then stops an inch from the mark.
“Oh my God. What.”
“You’re my best friend.”
Ronan summons up a disparaging retort, but thinks better of it. Gansey meant what he said, and Ronan can see that. It doesn’t matter if Adam and Noah are just as beloved to Gansey in their own ways, he still meant it.
“You’re my best friend too, Gansey.” The statement comes out softer than Ronan intended, more real, so he adds, “Now stop dicking around like a prom night tease and get on with it. That or leave, I’ve got shit to do.”
Gansey leans in and kisses Ronan, not over-eagerly but properly, with closed eyes and parted lips and at least a few seconds of commitment. Ronan doesn’t move. To do so seems unsafe. He urges himself not to think too consciously about what is happening but soon finds he doesn’t need to . Dick Gansey the Third, the great taboo, the great do-no-touch-under-any-circumstances-or-ever-notice-in-that-way boy who sleeps in the room right next to Ronan….turns out to be not so terrifying after all. Ronan likes being kissed, and he trusts Gansey not to fuck him over before during or afterwards, but it’s not quite the same as liking being kissed by Gansey, and that realization gives him immense relief.
Gansey pulls away and touches his fingers to his lips, his brow furrowed in thought.
“Well?” Ronan says impatiently. “Listen, if you fall in love with me I’m gonna have to move out of state or something; I don’t need anyone holding me down-”
Gansey shakes his head, as if disregarding Ronan’s blustering. “No, no….I don’t think it was anything after all. Ronan?”
“I think I’m straight.”
He says it decisively but with enough tentative room that, if proven wrong in the future, he could add a footnote to the statement for clarification. Ronan rolls his eyes.
“Shit Dick, I could have told you that one.”
“Well, yes, but with these things-”
“It’s good to check, I know. Now get out, I’m busy.”
“Sure, sure,” Gansey muses, his mind already moving to another set of hypothesis. He reaches out and squeezes Ronan’s wrist companionably. “Thanks, man.”
Ronan notices that the secure pressure on his wrist somehow means more to him than a kiss.
“Anytime. Or not, that might be kinda gay…”
Gansey punches Ronan on the shoulder and scoffs in a way that lets Ronan know that Gansey knows but that he is entirely willing to wait until Ronan admits it to himself. Ronan waits until Gansey leaves to let himself smile, making a satisfied noise in his throat about catching the attention, if only fleeting, of Mr. Perfect.
It’s then he hears the disembodied laughter coming from his rafters. Ronan climbs to his feet on the bed in a rage and shouts at the ceiling,
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