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Ronan Niall Lynch | AU Version | OTA

Who: Ronan Niall Lynch and YOU
What: Everything? Racing. Singing. Meeting new peeps.
When: Sunday Nov 15th-22nd AU Event
Where: All over the City!
Warnings: Language, for sure. Possible intoxication. Definitely breaking laws. Will add as needed.

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AU Ronan - Based off Gansey's AU Background

Gansey's family was killed when he was ten during one of those crazy Gotham villain attempts at taking over the city. This time it was using insects, similar to Gansey's canon death except his parents and his sister, Helen, died. Batman saved Gansey, but only because Gansey managed to get far enough away from the attack that it wasn't as severe for him.

He never blames Batman/Bruce for not saving his family. He knows that it was a miracle that he survived. That can't happen four times in a row even if Batman is in the city.

Bruce knew the Ganseys and knew that Gansey was going to be Traumatized by what happened and no one would understand him or be able to really help. Bruce adopted Gansey, who grew up with his sister (Bruce's daughter) Evie.

Gansey's actually well adjusted considering. He had his panic attacks, his obsessions that keep him steady. He glomped onto Alfred as a sort of father figure too and a mentor (like Malory in the books). He found a balance between Bat Fam and trying to be a normal child/teenager. He trained to become a hero of some sort while also learning the behind the scenes stuff to help the others. He just hasn't decided what role he wants yet. Also, it's Gotham. He's Bruce Wayne's adopted son. He needs to know how to defend himself. When he's in costume, he's the Ghost, a name he chose because he 'died' and came back.

As part of trying to have a normal life, he goes to a private school in Virginia. (It also gives him a chance to get helpful connections to obnoxious, rich future business leaders.) He's the King of the school, on the rowing and swim teams, has friends there but not as close as in TRC coz Secrets. He gets dragged back into the Bat world when the Batman V Superman stuff happens and ends up back in Gotham.

Ronan's father, Niall, lives. Ronan never shaves his head or goes to the dark side of things. He's still a shit and is wild and loves racing, but thanks partly to Gansey he never really falls in with Kavinsky (He leaves town unexpectedly). Ronan does get his tattoo and dream his Raven Chainsaw. He does meet Adam, but never meets Noah. He writes letters to Gansey and they video chat all the time. He knows Evie, but hasn't met Bruce. He still sings, plays the bagpipes, and speaks Gaelic. He's one of the top students at Aglionby and actually attends classes even if he still prefers wearing his tie around his head and gets into all sorts of trouble. He and his brother Declan get along. His father dreams him his very own BMW in black as a 16th birthday present so he has that instead of his fathers BMW.

*Anything I've forgotten will be added in the tags.

RACING - If you like speed, the thrill of possibly being caught by the police, the adrenaline rush of waiting for the light to change, the sound of an engine roaring beneath your feet. Meet him at any intersection and prepare to race! Be warned. His car is special (magical) and his instinct for racing excellent.

SINGING - Karaoke? Amateur night at the bar? Or just a few drinks to enjoy in the late/early hours of the city life? Ronan has been to the big city before, but his heart lives at The Barns in the rolling hills of Virginia countryside. That doesn't mean he doesn't know how to enjoy the city nightlife. If you're lucky he might sing!

ROLL THE DICE - Start a thread and see where things end up. Introduce yourself. Pick a fight. Drinking contest (he is Irish). Good, bad, ugly interactions all welcome.

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His pulse raced in anticipation. For the upcoming rush of speed. For finding a piece of his past that he'd been forced to distance himself from. For Ronan...

The smile turned to a rare, genuine grin as Ronan approached. Part of him still watched, cataloging details, aware as he normally was when he was outside of the few places that were safe, but this was Ronan. Ronan was safe no matter how crazy things became. Everything else... he knew that there'd be no police and Ghost had patrolled the area enough for there to be only a few possible concerns to interrupt them.

Which was why he let Ronan to get near, shared a hug that he'd missed for too long. He relaxed as he allowed Gansey to place his hands close to his face, near his ears, eyes briefly closing at the contact. "A couple months. I didn't realize you were here too until I saw the BMW. How long have you been here?"

"Not long." About the same amount of time and he wondered what that might mean. "Long enough to see the beaches turn into skyscrapers."

Ronan couldn't stop smiling, eyes bright and clear. He had missed letters and video calls that sometimes saw the sun rise. It was the one and only reason he hadn't slept well since arriving here.

"I haven't seen the Pig around town. Where have you been hiding?" He moved around the Camaro and stuck his head in through the windows, running his fingers over the frame.

Gansey meant to comment on the similar time frames and the strangeness of the town turning to a city, but he was too distracted by Ronan. Jesus, it'd been too long since they'd seen each other. When he'd been in Gotham, he should have snuck away to see him. Bruce and Gotham could have survived without him for a day or two. Especially if Evie and aunt Diana were around.

Pushing aside those regrets, he watched his best friend circle his car. It took a moment for Gansey to realize that he was enjoying the view a little too much. Jerking his attention away from Ronan's ass, he slid his hand along a fender, a caress and an invitation. "She's mostly been at Evie's place. The Pig isn't the best mode of transportation in the city." She might not break down like she used to, but stop and go traffic caused the engine to overheat. "And there's barely any parking at the Uni."

Forcing his gaze to remain on Ronan's face, he shrugged. "Where have you been. I've been keeping an eye on the racing scene and haven't seen you."

Ronan came back to stand in front of Gansey, lazily leaning a hip against the Pig, lips pulled into a soft smile.

"Evie's here?" That surprised him, but to be fair he hadn't really been looking to make new friends. He worked and spent his time at The Barns. "No wonder I couldn't find you. I'm allergic to school and books. And schedules."

Fuck, God, he had missed Gansey more than he'd realized. And now here he was standing right in front of him. A promise of a race in the air between them and a t-shirt he was sure was one size too small. Not that he was complaining. Gansey had always had nice arms. Hands. Shoulders. Pretty much everything was nice.

"Until the beaches had turned into actual streets with real traffic there wasn't a racing scene. Unless you wanted to race crabs. So I've been working. Saving up money to improve The Barns. Fuck! The Barns is here! Sort of. And Adam. But he's not the Adam we knew. He's...different."

Edited 2020-11-20 04:05 (UTC)

For a second, everything between them seemed the same and different. They'd always been close, in each other's space. Ronan one of the few people that Gansey had let in, or as much as he could let anyone in without betraying secrets. But this was different. Things had shifted after Gansey left, when letters and calls because their only method of staying close. It made him more aware of Ronan and the feelings he'd ignored while in Henrietta.

Forcing his attention away from Ronan's proximity, he focused on his friend's question. "Yeah. Evie and Dad are here, but not the rest of the family." He missed them, but he knew that they'd keep an eye on each other. "I'm surprised you didn't know Dad was here. He's been the face of Wechester." But Ronan never really had been interested in the media so he might not have seen Bruce.

Rolling his eyes at the mention of school, he tried not to tense when Ronan mentioned Adam. That had been a subject that he'd been trying to avoid since he'd tracked Ronan down. Adam had been one of his other crushes at school. He'd also been someone he'd thought Ronan would gravitate to after Gansey left. Knowing they were living together had almost stopped him from planning their meeting. "Racing the crabs might have been entertaining." He paused, searching for the right words. Adam was here but not the Adam they knew. "He's not the Adam from Henrietta?"

"I spend my nights on the streets, not in a suit." Bruce Wayne was here, too. Interesting. He should probably start paying more attention to who was here and who wasn't. If Matthew or Declan...

Ronan tipped his head a bit, curiously watching Gansey.

"No. He's from Henrietta, but he's...different. Good family. Happier. And...he's a Dreamer. Got his head in the clouds." With that last comment he looked away.

It was a secret he was always toeing the line of with Gansey, but this secret wasn't his to share even if Gansey knew Adam. He could risk everything with Gansey, for Gansey, and he would. But then they both knew something about secrets.

"But you look good in a suit," Gansey muttered before he could think of stopping himself. That was something dangerous about Ronan. It was easy to say what he thought instead of keeping up his usual masks. At least on certain topics. The family secrets were still too sacred for him to divulge even to his closest friend.

"A dreamer? Like you?" He'd thought the Lynches were the only ones. Not that he could really research the subject despite the curiosity that demanded it. He knew better than to do anything that might draw attention to Ronan and his family.

He felt a pang of something that might have been jealousy or envy or a half dozen other emotions when Ronan looked away. He'd went through enough records to puzzle out that Ronan and Adam were probably living together even if he hadn't realized the Barns really was the Barns, but he'd hoped that it was platonic. Ronan being unable to look at him caused Gansey to adjust that hypothesis. "I'm glad that Adam has what he deserves." He tried to think of some polite way to ask what he was thinking, then decided against the Gotham version of himself and to be just Gansey. "Are the two of you..." He let his voice trail off, hoping that Ronan would understand what he was trying to ask.

That got a brilliant smile out of Ronan. He didn't have to give away Adam's secret. Or, maybe, he had, but Gansey was smart enough to realize what he meant and he loved that about him.

"Yes! Fuck. Keeping secrets from you is fucking painful." There was one person in the world he wanted to tell everything to and that person was standing right in front of him. he wanted to tell him everything that had happened since they last spoke and he wanted to hear Gansey babble on about whatever was on his mind. He wanted to stay up all night with him.

And then he noticed the look, the change, and took a moment to realize what he was asking.

"No. I like Adam. This Adam is...happier. Which makes me an asshole because I want our Adam to be happy, but it's been nice having someone to talk to about dreaming. He's a friend, Gansey. Nothing more." He was blushing. "In another world, another lifetime, I would date him. But he's not...he's not you."

When Ronan looked so pleased at Gansey guessing his secret, he couldn't stop himself from grinning. For some reason he felt the same sort of sense of accomplishment that had accompanied his first successful night as the Ghost. Except he hadn't felt the odd trip of his heart that was caused by Ronan's smile.

Jesus, he had it bad for Ronan. Always had. He'd just been better at hiding it from everyone, including himself.

Which made the first part of Ronan's explanation hurt worse than it should have. Ronan liked Adam. Then he realized that it wasn't liked Adam. The words were the same, but different meaning. Then Ronan confirmed his logic. And the blush... he hadn't known that Ronan Lynch could blush. "He's not me," Gansey repeated slowly. "Does that mean that you'd date me?" That might have been an assumption or a hope. Gansey wasn't sure which.

The moment Gansey smiled Ronan wanted to grab him and kiss him the way he'd imagined doing since before Gansey had left Henrietta and returned to Gotham. The way he'd imagined each and every time they'd ended a video call and he'd kissed his fingers and touched the dark screen where Gansey's face had been. There had been so many times he'd wanted to believe Gansey felt the same, that they were really flirting with something neither of them seemed willing to admit.

He'd told himself it was worth the wait to be sure it was what Gansey wanted. He watched the expression in Gansey's eyes change and flicker. he couldn't wait anymore.

"Yes." It was a simple enough answer. A single word. And it held the weight of an entire heart as if he had taken it from his chest and held it out to Gansey to take or to break.

Uncertainty still lingered in his thoughts even as he processed a change in Ronan's expression. One that in the past, with someone else, Gansey would think meant he was about to be kissed. His gaze slid from Ronan's eyes to his lips and back again, heart pounding painfully against his ribs.

Something had always lingered between them. Sharp and bright and frustrating. Heartbreaking when Gansey had needed to go back to Gotham. Heartaching when they'd ended each video chat and Gansey yearned to be back in Henrietta but knowing he was needed at home.

Now they were in the same place with possibilities twined between them, created by words that Gansey had been afraid to say in the past. Words held so much power. So much promise offered in the one simple word Ronan spoke. His fingers twitched with the desire to pull Ronan close, but he knew that he had to offer his own words. Add his power, his will, to the possibility that was so tantalizingly close. "I've wanted to date you almost since we met." Pausing a beat, he realized that the past tense might ruin things. "I still do."

Ronan inhaled as if he needed to catch his breath. As if he'd been holding it this entire time, chasing after something he so desperately wanted, but was afraid to reach out and grasp. He was still afraid because he'd wanted this for so long and they were so close to it he could feel the tapping rhythm of Gansey's pulse against his fingers when he gently wrapped them around Gansey's wrist.

"Are we really two fucking idiots?" He could feel the heat of Gansey's skin against his face, see all the beautiful colors that were Gansey's eyes. he wanted to kiss him. "Race against me. If you win you can kiss me. If I win I get to kiss you."

Only a few people could touch him so easily. A select group that didn't cause instant wariness, a readiness for battle that never completely disappeared unless he was with family. Or Ronan.

He knew that Ronan could feel his pulse jump, the rhythm feeling too fast beneath his fingers. The feeling of warmth encircling Gansey's wrist, comfortable instead of confining. His breath hitched slightly even as he tried to regain control of his reactions.

Why was it easier to stay calm while dealing with Gotham's masked lunatics than to be close to Ronan Lynch?

His lips twitched, ready to make the type of playboy comment that the media expected as an answer to Ronan's question. Then he let go of that response, knowing this was just the two of them, as close to them not wearing masks as possible while on a public street. "I think we are." He'd never realized, just hoped, that Ronan might be interested. "That doesn't really sound like a contest. No matter who crosses the line first, we both win."

"I could kiss you now. Right here." Ronan tipped his head just a bit and teased at the possibility. So close to Gansey's lips. But he would only get this first kiss once. He loosened his fingers and slowly slid them up Gansey's arm. "Win or lose I'm yours. I always have been."

He wouldn't lie and say the idea of racing Gansey wasn't just as thrilling as getting to kiss him after all these years. But once he started kissing him he knew the world would fall away and nothing else would matter for a very long time.

If they kissed now, they'd end up doing many inappropriate things that would require Gansey scrubbing the footage from all the cameras in the area. He'd have to do the same if they raced, but that would be a few minutes compared to the hours he wanted to spend finding out what Ronan tasted like. Easier to hide a race than a make out session with his infatuation.

Even if Ronan was tempting him with the way he'd moved for just the right angle to kiss and the shivery path of his fingers along Gansey's arm.

"I didn't know." He'd hoped, but nothing more than that. Gansey hadn't allowed himself to consider that Ronan might return his feelings. Not in any way that was more concrete than hope.

Gansey almost gave into temptation, but he forced himself to keep some measure of control. "A race, a kiss, and then...?" He left the question open ended, wanting Ronan to choose what might happen next.

"I'm a stupid asshole. I should have told you. And then it was too late. You were gone." Ronan closed his eyes, wanting so desperately to give in and just kiss Gansey when they were very close. This would be a perfect moment. Confessions and kisses. But he didn't want to kiss Gansey like it was an apology for not having kissed him before now.

He opened his eyes, lips curling with a bit of a teasing smile, fingers tracing the sleeve of Gansey's too tight t-shirt. "A race. A kiss." Instead of kissing Gansey, he leaned in closer to his ear and whispered, "And then you say yes to dating me."

"Both of us were stupid assholes." He didn't normally use language like that, but it seemed appropriate for the moment. It fit the ache in his chest that accompanied the realization that Ronan had felt the same way. If Gansey hadn't had to leave...

If the situation with Bruce hadn't been so serious, he might resent what had almost been lost. But his family had needed him. He couldn't have stayed with Ronan no matter how much he had wanted to. "I'm not gone now."

Biting his lip as Ronan moved closer but didn't kiss him, he couldn't stop the shiver that ran along his spine when he felt Ronan's breath against his ear. Jesus. His heart was pounding harder than it did when he leapt off buildings or ran the Pig through the quarter mile. "I - " It took a moment to catch his breath. "I'd say yes even if we didn't race."

Ronan smiled, let his cheek brush ever so softly against Gansey's when he pulled back to look into his eyes. He felt like the ground had suddenly dissolved beneath his feet and he was in danger of falling into the abyss. His stomach felt tight, anxious and excited all at once. His heart-fuck!-his heart.

"Good. Because when I win this race I am going to kiss you and I am going to ask you to date me. And then..." Ronan licked his lips, held up his keys. "Unless you want to skip the race?"

It took a few seconds to remember to breathe. He'd always gravitated toward Ronan, craved having him near, but this... He should have better focus than this. He knew how to ignore distractions... unless they were related to Ronan Lynch.

Forcing himself to think of things that weren't related to kissing or ways to get Ronan naked, he stared at the keys to the BMW in an attempt to settle his jittering nerves. Then Ronan's words sharpened it attention, causing him to give his best friend a dangerous grin. "When you win this race? You really think your German toy can beat the Pig?" He might have let the race slide if Ronan hasn't issued that challenge. "When I win, I get a kiss. You already know I'll date you so that's a moot point. So afterward we'll have to figure out the 'and then...'"

"When the Pig stops whining at every stop light it might have a chance at winning." Ronan grinned, absolutely thrilled with the idea of racing Gansey and the Pig.

Fuck me! He wanted to kiss Gansey now. When his heart was already racing laps around them both and they were about to smell gasoline and hear tires screeching against the asphalt.

"Meet you at the stop light. All you have to do is beat me to the next." Nothing in his entire world of Dreams could prepare him for this moment. To pry himself away from Gansey when he was so fucking close to getting what he'd ached and pined over for so long. He was such a fucking idiot for waiting, but FUCK Gansey was worth waiting for.

He managed it, as painful as it may have been. Pulling himself away, jangling his keys over the hood of the BMW before dropping into the seat. He gripped the steering wheel and inhaled. It wasn't about winning. Either way they both were going to win this race. But he loved to race and he loved to race Gansey and the Pig.

Edited 2020-12-05 05:15 (UTC)

"Whining? The only reason you think she's whining is you don't know what a real car is supposed to sound like." He sounded annoyed, but his eyes were bright with mischief. If anyone else had said something like that about the Pig, he'd be angry, but Ronan... Ronan could get away with almost anything.

The reminder of winning caused a faint pang of guilt. He really shouldn't be racing, but one night wouldn't hurt. They wouldn't get caught so he wasn't risking putting any unnecessary attention onto Bruce.

Rolling his eyes at Ronan's bravado, he couldn't quite fight back a smile. They'd never really gotten a chance to race before. They'd never had a chance to goad each other or flirt. Before Ronan could leave, he caught a fistful of his shirt, keeping him close, ignoring the temptation it offered. Tipping his head so they were almost kissing, he forced himself not to do more than just speak. "Do you really think I'm going to lose now that I have what I want in sight?"

Slowly he let go of Ronan's shirt, letting his fingers linger briefly along his side before lowering his hand. "I'll be waiting for you and the second light."

As Ronan moved to the BMW, Gansey trailed his fingers along the side of the Pig as he walked to the driver's side door. He was making a show of it, hinting and suggesting as hand moved along slick paint. Getting into the Pig, he started the Camaro, stroking the dashboard before pulling onto the street. "Tonight we have to fly, mon âme." Even if he lost, he'd still get a kiss, still start something important with Ronan, but he was too competitive not to try to win the prize that Ronan was so graciously offering.

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