ktrovosky asked for some ronsey tattoo aftercare and I honestly live to serve adriana so I wrote what was supposed to be a drabble and is actually 1.8k :’)
idk how gay and sad you wanted this to be but hoooo boy it is both
Gansey finds him swaddled in cling wrap like a miserable cafeteria sandwich, his fine freckled back drenched in black and red.
Ronan glances over his shoulder at him and bares his teeth.
Gansey tuts, an impossibly condescending noise inherited from a long line of impossible, condescending people. “Declan will be livid.”
Ronan’s face twists, but he doesn’t move to spit or break or topple like he usually would. Gansey realizes all at once it’s because he’s paralyzed by pain.
He steps closer, trying not to visibly hover.
“Fuck Declan. What can he do to me that hasn’t already been done?”
Gansey rolls his eyes. “Oh but he’s constantly outdoing himself.”
“I wasn’t talking about things he’s done,” Ronan says darkly, and Gansey’s mouth twitches, indulgent.
“No. You weren’t, were you.” Gansey fingers the peeling edge of the second skin holding Ronan’s tattoo together, and he twitches violently. “He could cut you off,” Gansey suggests.
Ronan scoffs, as he knew he would. “Good thing I have a filthy fucking loaded best friend.”
Gansey warms. This has been their inside (and only) joke in the broken glass marathon of the last few months. Declan is the obstacle and Gansey the solution. He wishes it didn’t make him feel so gorgeously needed.
He wishes Ronan wasn’t in this warped custody battle between brother and friend at all, that he hadn’t found himself in sudden need of that kind of parental display. He wishes Niall Lynch would walk in right now and fill the room up wall to wall to ceiling, leather and whiskey, ground shaking laughter and crystal cruel eyes.
“What is it?” He asks quietly, eyeing the puffy black lines twisting Ronan’s back into something as angry as his insides.
Ronan shrugs delicately. “Lots of shit. Nightmares.” He seems to find this funny for some reason, and his back quakes.
“May I?” Gansey asks, a tender palm at the nape of Ronan’s neck just above where the mess begins.
He shrugs again, but there’s new tension in him, and a silence that Gansey doesn’t understand.
Battle Group Titan is about how ruthless enemies fought off with weapons born out of necessity, and treacherous relationships with aliens who turn on their friends when they are the most vulnerable. Read how Commander Will Inman’s outnumbered fleet battles technologically advanced races.
A Technology Driven Space Opera
Battle Group Titan is about harnessing the power of the dimensions within a particle. It’s about greatly extended life and the development of dimensional weapons. It’s about traversing galaxies at speeds attained with the use of stolen faster than light technology.
Life on The Edge of Your Seat
Battle Group Titan is about building a massive fleet while exploring other worlds and galaxies in the vacuum of time. It’s about the devastating loss of life in light of near immortality. It’s about the treachery of Earth’s corrupt leadership and how great men and women risk the fate of the entire fleet to save humanity.
Omg my first fanfic in a decade or more. Ofc it’s these nerds. Thanks to @ohbuckyyouresofine for inspiring me to do this.
Title: Backup Plan
Pairing: N/A (though hints of OT4 if you really squint)
Summary: Ignis tries incredibly hard to have a backup plan for most situations. Unfortunately, Noctis doesn’t always understand them.
“Fighting a hoard of MTs over Taelpar Crag wasn’t exactly what
Ignis had hoped for the day. But if there was one thing he had come to
terms with over the last few weeks on the road, it was that Noctis had a
rather irritating habit of warping into battle the moment an enemy
appeared. It had served them well enough at the beginning, but as the
Empire kept sending stronger and stronger soldiers, Ignis was beginning
to worry that other strategies were necessary–and that Noct would have
none of it.”