Ronan Niall Lynch | AU Version | OTA

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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.

Comments

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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."

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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"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."

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"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."

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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?"

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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...'"

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"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.

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"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.