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marmelade-sky · 7 years

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Rose Tattoo

Okay, guys, I know I should really fill your prompts, but... I couldn’t get this idea out of my head after listening to “Rose Tattoo” by Dropkick Murphys while cooking. So... here, have some:

Ronan gets a tattoo for Adam

because... well. Just because. Enjoy.

Also, prompt me some more? I’d like to write some Prokopinsky... anyone have any good ideas? ♥

“Would you ever want to get more ink?”, Adam asks while trailing his fingers over Ronan’s back tattoo, fingertips tickling the sharp edges and thorns.

Ronan hums. “...yeah... why not?” His voice is muffled, his face buried in Adam’s chest. “...would you?”

Adam thinks for a moment, then replies: “Nah... I don’t think I’m the type for tattoos.”

“Yeah.”, Ronan agrees. Adam’s beauty is the sort that should be enjoyed like nature had intended it. Also, preferrably naked.

“Would you get one for Chainsaw? One of Chainsaw?”, Adam asks, and Ronan can hear the grin in his voice, “...or Opal? Or Gansey? Gansey for sure. A polo shirt. Right on your biceps.” Adam wraps his strong hand around Ronan’s biceps, and Ronan can’t help but laugh, even if he pinches Adam’s side. This playful, fun, light-hearted Adam- Ronan wants to treasure moments like these forever.

“I’m gonna get a face tattoo... of your face.”, he retorts, and reaches upward to press his palm against Adam’s cheek.

Adam nips at his palm and laughs. “That would definitely be an improvement.”

“Fuck you, Parrish.”

Ronan remembers that conversation two years later.

The tatto isn’t dreamt, but the sketch for it is. Ronan’s can’t draw for shit, especially not like this.

“You sure?”, the girl at the tattoo parlour says. Her purple hair is twisted into an artsy roll on top of her head and her temple is dotted with some sort of polka dot pattern of black ink. Blue would probably immediately fall in love with her and forget Gansey to run away with tattoo parlour girl. Ronan smirks at the thought.

“...names are always something to be careful with.”, the girl goes on.

Ronan stares at her, and he has to acknowledge that she holds his gaze. “I am sure.”, he says firmly.

She smiles. “Lucky guy, your Adam. Come on, then.”

Ronan, 11:32 i did a thing

Adam, 11:35 what thing

Ronan, 11:40 surprise

Adam, 11:43 idiot. visit me on the weekend and show me or tell me all about it? ♥

Ronan throws his phone a little bit. That fucking heart. If Adam knows what that does to him? Surely. He retrieves the phone.

Ronan, 11:51 k

Adam stares long enough that Ronan becomes uncomfortable.

“...can you please fucking say something?”

Adam reaches out and touches the tattoo with soft fingers. “Did you dream it?”

“No. I actually went to a parlour.” Ronan huffs a little. “...you know what, I can just..dream it away, I guess. Or have it lasered-”

“No.” The fast pace in which it comes out makes Ronan’s heart miss a beat. “...no.”, Adam repeats, a little slower this time. “...I... I like it. It’s beautiful. Suits you.”

“Like you, then.”, Ronan replies smoothly, hoping Adam won’t notice how red his ears are getting.

Adam shoves at his arm slightly, but laughs. “...Ronan’s, honestly, this is the most...Henrietta thing you’ve ever done.”

Ronan snorts. “Isn’t that your aesthetics? Your hot, ripped, southern farmer boyfriend who now, in addition, has a tattoo of your name in a rose on his biceps? Ain’t ‘bad country boy’ your type?”

“Stop praising yourself or you’ll start smelling of bullshit.” There’s no malice in Adam’s voice, just a smile.

He trails his fingers over the petals of the rose again. It’s intricate, intimate... and a little hillbilly. And Adam has to admit that Ronan is right: even though it’s such a stupid decision to make, it’s oddly sweet, oddly intriguing to him. That Ronan is proud enough of him to wear his name on his body, a constant reminder of who... who he belongs to, a branding of some sort. The thought is possessive, but Adam lets it be. Because he knows that’s what Ronan intended.

He leans forward and kisses the healing skin gently.

“Don’t be a sap.”, Ronan scolds, but his voice is very soft.

“Hey, you’re the one who has a flower tattoo now.”, Adam pulls back with a smirk.

Ronan rolls his eyes, pushes at Adam’s shoulder until Adam falls backwards onto his bed, and then climbs on top of Adam, straddling him, kissing any further snarky remarks from his lips.

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