Day 2 ~ Superhero AU
It wouldn’t be a @pynchweek if I didn’t end up publishing at unholy hours of the night, would it?
Also, I’m a Very Dramatic Writer and I will prove myself as such all over again even within one shot ficlet, or so help me God.
Sometimes, in the hecticness that characterizes Adam’s days, he would really like to tell himself that he didn’t asked for any of this. Instead, he knows he kind of did, he let himself go through the rabbit holes of fever dreams, he listened to an omnipotent forest over and over again.
Cabeswater asked, at the end, “What role do you want in all this, child, now that you know?”
Adam only had one answer, “I will be your hands, I will be your eyes.”
And thus it all began.
It would be so much easier if Adam could be college student by day, superhero by night, but as a general rule of thumb Adam’s life is never easy, and the Greenmantels are not nocturnal enough for their plans to be disrupted only after dark. As a result, Adam routinely juggles two jobs, college work, some highly magical shenanigans and tries to get some sleep when he can.
And, more importantly, he tries to leave his group of friend and his boyfriend happily oblivious of everything, because he trusts them with his life and needs to keep them safe at the same time.
Every step he took, he chose. He keeps choosing it every day. They didn’t, so it’s not their burden to take.
Sometimes, though, Adam wishes it were easier, with everything out in the open. It would be possible, then, to admit that Cabeswater is overwhelming, that having a sixth sense without always being able to interpret it is confusing. That he doesn’t know what he’s doing. That he’s tired, so tired.
His friends just thinks he’s overworked, and in some sense he is, but nothing of what they tried would really help. Still, it’s endearing when Gansey always makes sure he has all the right books around to study on, when Blue constantly comes over with leftovers, when Henry provides a virtually unlimited supply of coffee exactly when Adam feels he really needs it. Ronan, inexplicably, always manages to be there exactly when Adam needs him, when the ice he’s walking on is at its thinnest, and never really makes him feel like he’s losing it.
He’s lucky, to have so many anchors. Adam says it to himself over and over again, soaking in the comfort Ronan’s fingers caressing along his naked back in a late spring night. Sleep is proving difficult to catch, in a background rustling of countless leaves that are not really in the room with them, and Ronan’s chest raises and fall rhythmically in his sleep.
Adam doesn’t know how he’s managing to cuddle him and sleep at the same time, but his bones still ache from the crazy chase for displaces magical artifacts and four double shifts during the weeks, so he just wants more. He shuffle even closer, hooking one leg around Ronan’s and hiding his face in the familiar crook of his neck.
Ronan turns his head in his sleep and kisses an indefinite point on Adam’s hair before stilling again. Heat spreads through Adam’s nerves like a wave, and if he weren’t so damn drained he would maybe wake Ronan up, get himself a proper kiss, maybe even another round of sex.
His own limbs flip him off at the sheer thought of moving, though, so he stays put and lets himself slumber. It’s easier, with Ronan’s mindless touches anchoring Adam in this place, in this moment.
Cabeswater is already tended for, after all. Adam can sleep, and be rested for tomorrow. He will have his first day off in months and go with Ronan to see the old train station, open only for a day before they start the renewals.
It will be all right.
Except that it wasn’t.