#pynch ficlet

[wartsandwarlocks]

Adam Parrish wasn’t even close to religious. He’d tried it once, when he was eleven he went to church and saw nothing but a bunch of delirious people talking about something that could never exist. They claimed to know his eternal and unconditional love, but even then he was old enough to know unconditional love was a stupid thing people made up to feel less alone. He knew alone, felt it so deeply in his bones he knew it was real. Unconditional love, however, was not. It was just a made up thing.

He tried it once again, when he was nineteen. Ronan had asked so there wasn’t much room to digress, even when he already knew the truth —not real. He’d sat in the pews, stepped up when everyone else did, sang the songs he read on the pamphlet on his seat and knelt down when Ronan scowled at him. He couldn’t help but feel good about himself. ‘I’m better than them,’ he thought ‘I know the truth, while they are blinded by some fake guy who pretends to give a shit.’

Yet something inside him changed when it ended. He didn’t know god, he was grateful he’d never meet the man who was meant to judge him before all, but this time he knew they weren’t all wrong. This time he knew Ronan Lynch, dreamer of worlds, owner of all things Adam had considered holy. When he left he was sure believers were lonely, he knew a god and he had knelt down before him a dozen times before, he had bent to his will, he had created him worlds. But it was a forgiving god, proud owner of his devout and unconditional love.

Adam Parrish knew that if every church-goer would have known Ronan Lynch, they would perform the same rites to a real god. He understood the holiness of church and made a decision: as long as Ronan Lynch stood beside him, he would perform his own mass to him. Prove god didn’t need to be there for him, for Adam Parrish would always be beside him and follow him blindly and love him unconditionally and he would be loved back.

[decaflondonfog]

a week’s worth of reading [apr. 14 - apr. 20]

here’s what i read last week, in case you’re feeling uninspired, overwhelmed by choice or just too tired to scroll through your marked for later/many opened tabs!

[❣️ marks a personal favourite, 💦 a particularly hot one, ⚡ is for when you want your heart kicked, and ☁️ for a soft and gentle hug]

a full feast (over 40k)

if you don't have your own boyfriend, rented is fine by @nyoomerr [svsss, bingqiu, M, 86k]

After being turned away by the nice Shizun of that other world, Luo Binghe finds himself in the modern world where he can find a new nice Shizun for himself. Instead, he finds Shen Yuan, who could not possibly be who he's searching for - he's crass, and inelegant, and looks only vaguely related to Shen Qingqiu. Luckily for both of them, Shen Yuan mistakes Luo Binghe as a cosplayer for hire, and asks to rent him out as his very normal new boyfriend.

a nice long meal (over 10k)

❣️ and when it comes to you by @orionauriga [aftg, katekevaaron, T, 18k]

Kevin Day and the terrible, horrible, no good, incredibly torturous road trip third wheeling the best friends he’s in love with who are probably already in love with each other. …on the bright side, they aren’t making him drive.

💦 meet your heroes by kevjean [aftg, kerejean, E, 20k]

Kevin and Jean share a mutual admiration for Jeremy Knox. Then they share Jeremy.

tea and a handful of biscuits (over 1k)

❣️ a simple exam by @nanatsuyu [aftg, kandreil, E, 8k]

"Tell me if something hurts." The harsh surgical glare of the lamp leaves spots in Neil's eyes when it's abruptly tilted away. Andrew leans over the examination table and into Neil's view. The spots smatter Andrew's face in a sky of twinkling freckles. "I know you won't hurt me," Neil says with more confidence than he expects.

☁️ 12:54 AM by @pumpkinnsoda [aftg, kerejean, G, 1k]

Jean wonders when Kevin was last held. The Nest was a terror they both lived, and they found sanctuary in each other, even though it was never acknowledged. Fingers dragging over wrists, steadying hands on biceps. Hugs where no one could see. Trojans dole out affection so easily. Jean highly doubts the Foxes would do the same. ——— AKA: Kevin spends the night with Jeremy and Jean. Their new home is too cold and Kevin is too tired: they’d end up cuddling one way or another.

Rachel for Leah by x_los [svsss, bingqiu, E, 2k]

Emperor Luo Binghe understands almost immediately that his fifty-second wife's miraculous recovery from the brink of the death is not what it seems. It takes him longer to work out how lucky he's gotten.

Bruised apples by @tartadxfresa [trc, pynch, E, 6k]

The bike rumbles to a halt just before the steps of the main house, and for a moment Ronan thinks maybe he’s hallucinating. Heatstroke. Delusion. One of those weird Barns dreams that still creep in the mornings. But then Adam pulls off the helmet, and he’s real. His hair is dark with sweat, plastered to his forehead. His shirt is damp at the collar. Faded green cotton stretched across his chest. His arms are golden from the sun, freckled like someone painted them by hand. The last time they saw each other was six months ago. Adam kicks down the stand and swings a leg off the bike, helmet tucked under his arm. He carries nothing but a backpack and a look in his eye that says don’t ask. And Ronan doesn’t. He can’t. His tongue feels thick and stupid in his mouth, and his body is suddenly too aware of itself, his sweat, his stink, the way his jeans stick to his thighs. “Parrish,” Ronan says, because it’s the only word that comes out. or: Adam comes back for the summer and stays at The Barns. They’re not dating. They don’t talk about it. Ronan prays and bites into an apple.

bitesized nibbles (ficlets, drabbles and micros)

☁️ Strawberry Bobo Milk by iodhadh [mdzs, songxuexiao, T, 896 words]

“Zichen and I are getting boba after class,” Xiao Xingchen says. “You should come.” Xue Yang squints at him suspiciously. Xingchen beams back, guileless. He is, as near as Xue Yang can tell, entirely sincere. “What do you want me crashing your date for?”

✨ check previous reading lists here ✨

[mychemicalrachel]

I love the idea of a tattoo/flower shop AU!!!!! also I dunno if you're interested but I always thought there should be more material out there with Ronan dreaming up sex toy type stuff

Send me pynch prompts and I'll write a ficlet!

Oh I LOVE this!! This didn’t get as explicit as I expected but it was really fun to imagine the kind of things Ronan would dream up :3

Adam knew to wait until Fletcher was out of the dorm before he opened any box Ronan sent. His self-care packages, as they'd been dubbed, varied from kinda weird to certifiably insane. To Adam, they were fun. He liked unwrapping whatever new and exciting dream thing Ronan made up, but Fletcher knew that when a box arrived, he should plan to sleep elsewhere for at least the night.

The last time he stuck around long enough to peek inside and see what kind of kinky shit Adam and his long distance boyfriend got up to, he nearly fainted. Nestled carefully among bundles of tissue paper sat an exact replica of Ronan's severed head.

When Fletcher calmed down enough to stop screaming, Adam calmly explained that no, Ronan had not sent his own disembodied head via snail mail. It was a copy— a really good copy— for Adam to use as he pleased. That didn't make Fletcher feel any better and he was halfway down the stairwell before the door fell shut behind him.

Sometimes he sent different flavored lubes, dreamed to fulfill Adam's oddest desires— sweat, pond water, morning breath, and— Adam's favorite— precum. All made specially to match Adam's particular taste, all exclusively Ronan. Tastes that only Adam would know, only Adam would recognize, only Adam could enjoy. He savored these more than he cared to admit.

After the severed head— after it had been thoroughly facefucked, when Adam had enough sense to wonder how he could possibly clean it or if it even needed cleaned, and… god, where was he supposed to store it?— Ronan sent more innocuous objects; a hand that moved when Ronan wore the accompanying glove. A little butterfly thing that fluttered around Adam's head and left gnarly hickies on his neck. A plant that excreted Ronan's saliva from its leaves. A tongue that suctioned to Adam's rim and ate him out until he saw stars. A fleshlight that clenched around him and moaned his name.

So when another box showed up, Adam wasn't sure what to expect. He braced himself, excitement rolling in his veins, and pulled out a dildo.

Just. A dildo.

And it wasn't even hard.

It sagged sadly in his hand. The texture was nice, like human skin, and the weight was just right that he might think it was real if he had his eyes closed. But he didn't have his eyes closed and the disembodied penis jiggled in the air. He sat it down and called Ronan.

"It's a dick," he said when the phone connected.

"It's not just a dick," Ronan argued. "Look closer."

But it was just a dick, no matter how close Adam looked. Pale hairs sprouted from the base and heavy balls hung below. It was a nice dick, but it was just a regular dick. Like any old dick. It could have belonged to any average Joe, save for the only defining characteristic; a small mole on the left side. A mole Adam was familiar with, the way Ronan worshipped it.

It wasn't just a dick. It was Adam's dick.

The fact that Ronan had studied it well enough to memorize it down to the very last detail made Adam preen. His cock twitched in interest and the one in his hand followed suit.

"Jesus," he said.

Ronan laughed. "Does it work?"

He knew better than to ask how it worked. It was a dream thing. It worked because Ronan made it work. With his cell between his cheek and shoulder, he pushed his jeans down his thighs. Wrapping a hand around his dick, he stroked himself and the magic dildo to hardness.

"It works," he said breathlessly. "Holy shit."

"Yeah, don't get too comfortable with it, shithead. I just need you to test it out for me."

"Test it out," Adam repeated. "As in…"

"As in: go fuck yourself, Parrish." Adam could hear the grin in his voice. "Think of it like a science experiment. Lube it up, suck it off, whatever. I just want to know it's doing the same thing Little Adam is doing."

Little Adam wasn't so little anymore. He'd grown, perking up in definite interest. It wasn't the most exciting toy Ronan had dreamed up but the concept was thoughtful. He wanted to keep a piece of Adam with him when they were apart, a way to feel him over the distance. And, Adam figured, it would be quite an experience to literally fuck himself with himself.

"Fine," he agreed. "But fair's fair. I want one of yours, too."

Ronan was more than happy to comply.

[zephfair]

Prompt: (if you are open to such)

Pynch on a hike!

A: "at least the view was worth it, it's so beautiful"

R: "not as beautiful as you are" CHEESY RONAN IT IS

HEY there, beautiful Anon! Guess who's showing up 5 months late with your ficlet??? That's right! Me! 🤦‍♀️

I'm so very sorry it took me 5 months to post this! It's cheesy and fluffy and has absolutely 0 plot ... so basically it's exactly like all the rest of my writing.

But I really hope you enjoy this short little gift! Thank you SO MUCH for leaving me a prompt, and again, I apologize for taking so long to finish it!

After Ronan insisted on taking a rest break for the fifth time in two hours, Adam had enough and bitched back.

“Lynch, I know for a fact that you can walk longer than 20 minutes at a time, even if it is uphill,” he said. “Now get your ass in gear.”

Ronan huffed, in annoyance, not from being out of shape. “I just don’t see why we have to go on a hike while you’re home on spring break. We could be doing something so much more fun at home.”

“What could be better than exploring the woods and mountains on a sunny spring day? And don’t you dare say fucking.”

“Wasn’t gonna,” Ronan sulked. “Not in the mood now, anyway.”

Adam hefted his backpack up a little snugger. “That’s a lie, Lynch. You’re always in the mood.”

“You’re right,” Ronan smirked at him. “Speaking of…”

“No way. We are finishing this hike.”

Ronan tilted his head back and let loose a string of cursing that always impressed Adam in the strangest way. Once he got it out of his system, Adam tried his best to loom over the rock where Ronan sat.

“Feel better now? Need another drink? Boots feeling all right?” he asked in a saccharine voice.

Ronan narrowed his eyes as he looked up. “These boots weren’t made for walking up a mountain all day. And yeah, I need a drink. You got anything stronger than Gatorade?”

“No. Now get your ass up and get walking.”

Ronan’s groan was at least five seconds long and loud enough to make some birds fly away from a nearby tree.

“Your objection has been noted. Move.”

Ronan’s grumbling followed him doggedly. “Don’t you need to stop and check your phone? It’s practically glued to your face these days,” he mocked at one point. “Won’t your friends be scared if they can’t reach you at any moment? If you don’t text back ASAP? Won’t your books be lonely if you don’t have your face shoved in them all damn day?”

It wasn’t quite enough to ruin Adam’s good mood. He’d thought bringing Ronan on a day-long hike would be fun, and it had started well, with a beautiful sunrise as they drove to the bottom of the hiking trail. Ronan had even cooperated with picking out snacks and drinks and agreed to carry a backpack, too.

But as the morning wore on, and the trail continued up into the woods, Ronan began to get bored. At first he tried talking to Adam, bitching and complaining, but Adam had ignored him to point out all the beauties of the forest in spring.

Then the frequent pee breaks and sitting spells began.

When Ronan plopped down on a fallen log and insisted on another break, Adam snapped.

“Why the hell are you being such a pain in the ass?”

“I hate hiking,” Ronan said sulkily, pawing through his backpack for another granola bar.

Adam ran a hand over his face and tried to calm down. “You’ve been hiking for miles all over the Blue Ridge with Gansey. And me. And Hennessy loves bitching about the time you introduced her to Lindenmere by making her hike there in her fancy outfit. We’ve explored all the land around the Barns multiple times. What is it about this hike that is turning you into such a giant whiny baby?”

“It wasn’t like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“It wasn’t,” Ronan gestured broadly around himself, “like this.”

Adam stared at him, arms crossed over his chest, and waited, but there was no further explanation offered. “So what’s so different.”

“It’s just, there was a goal in mind, before. This just feels pointless.”

Adam continued to stare at him, so Ronan tried to explain.

“With Gansey and you, it was fun, and we were hunting Glendower and all that shit. It was hiking for an adventure, to find the end of the puzzle. And Lindenmere is its own goal, so it’s not this,” he gestured at the woods again, “just walking around in circles or shit. We got to the end. It wasn’t pointless.”

“I thought,” Adam said softly, “the point was to spend the day together doing something we both enjoyed. Man, was I wrong.”

“Adam, no,” Ronan jumped up and grabbed his shoulders. “I didn’t mean it like that. I love spending time with you. You know that.”

Adam finally met his eyes and shrugged.

“I guess, I guess I just need to know where I’m going, or know that there’s something worth finding when I get there. Otherwise it’s just traipsing around the woods and getting blisters on my feet when we could be at home, in bed, finding a happy ending.”

Adam snorted despite himself. Ronan smiled a little and leaned his forehead against Adam’s.

“I guess it’s like the age-old question about whether life is about the journey or the destination. We have two very different philosophies,” Adam said.

“Don’t make this into some big psychological thing,” Ronan moaned. “I’m just tired and grumpy and my feet hurt.”

Now, that sounded more like his Ronan, and Adam knew how to motivate that.

“So, you’re saying I have to set you a goal, like a preschooler. Give you a gold star if you accomplish this task?”

“Or,” Ronan stroked down Adam’s arms and crept around his waist, “you can bribe me.”

“You seriously expect me to bribe you? What would it cost me to get you out of the house on a beautiful day that we can spend together?”

“I dunno. What’s it worth to you?” Ronan asked breathily in his ear.

“I think we’re working on different reward systems here.”

“There’s one thing you can offer.” The way Ronan tried to waggle his eyebrows in what he probably thought was seduction or playful didn’t work on Adam.

He said firmly, “No, Lynch, we’re not doing that here.”

“Why not?” Ronan was still talking heavily in his ear.

“Because that’s how you get tick bites on your dick. Do you want to get a tick attached to your dick? That’s how you get super Lyme disease.”

That pronouncement made Ronan step back and cup his hand protectively over his groin. “Seriously?”

“I don’t know, but I do know that I don’t want either of our dicks infested with ticks. Now let’s pick up the pace,” Adam glanced at his watch. “We do have somewhere to be.”

Ronan kept a low undertone of grumbling as he followed Adam up and along and down and up again.

“You know, you wouldn’t lose your breath if you shut the fuck up for a while and quit complaining,” Adam told him.

Ronan stomped along behind him in silence then.

But even Adam was feeling the strain in his legs when they got to the top of the hill that Adam was pretty sure was their destination from the sound of it.

The trail came out onto a clearing at the side of the mountain. The view out over the valley was beautiful, with a patchwork of farms and lawns and woods crisscrossed by the tiny ribbons of roads and the minuscule boxes of houses, barns and buildings.

Immediately above was a waterfall that roared from a stream coming down from the top of the mountain and swollen with melting snow pack. From where they stood, the waterfall looked like it was falling the entire way down the mountain, but was actually caught in a rocky pool below them that would let it funnel down in a creek to the valley below.

Looking out over the water into the valley was a little vertigo inducing, Adam thought, just for a minute.

He glanced up at the sky then checked behind for Ronan. “I think we got here in time. Wait until that cloud moves away from the sun.”

When it did, the sunlight hit the water and at the right angle, it created a huge rainbow arcing down the side of the mountain.

“Wow. That’s gay,” Ronan said.

“Excuse me?”

“You know what I mean. Is this what we walked all this fucking way for?”

Adam shrugged. “Yeah, but also because it’s a fun and healthy way to spend a day in nature.”

“I could’ve had more fun and more health spending it in bed.”

Adam gestured toward the idyllic picture of the valley far below them. “At least the view was worth it. It’s so beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you are,” Ronan said.

“Dammit, Lynch, that’s really cheesy.”

“I know. But it’s true.”

Adam side-eyed him. “You do realize that we now have to walk back down that entire mountain?”

Ronan shrugged and slung his arm around Adam’s shoulders, leaning on him heavily. “At least we’ll be together, right?”

“Oh sure. Now you’re suddenly fine with this whole hiking thing.”

“Nah, but I’m fine about spending an entire day with you. I guess it is nice, knowing that you won’t be distracted by homework or school shit or your phone. Or your little school friends.”

“I guess that’s true,” Adam said slowly, finally realizing the depth that Ronan was jealous of sharing him. He bumped his hip, hard enough to make Ronan take his own weight back. “Maybe we need more days, just the two of us together. No distractions.”

Ronan made a pfft sound that was probably disdain but Adam knew to read as agreement.

“Whatever,” Ronan said and turned his head to bite Adam’s cheek. “Now how about I pretend I’m a tick and I bite and suck you.”

“You’re such a romantic, Lynch,” Adam said, but he was already fighting with his belt as Ronan started to laugh at him. “But if I get a tick-borne illness…”

“I’ll take care of you. Promise,” Ronan said, his voice suddenly deepening.

Adam reached for him, holding his face in his hands, as he looked over the familiar, annoying, beloved face. When Ronan kissed him, it felt like a promise of something deeper and truer than an off-the-cuff joke; like many of his interactions with Ronan, pairing the obnoxious with the holy in one desirable package.

“Thanks for coming with me today,” Adam said as Ronan kissed his way down Adam’s neck.

“Thanks for spending it with me,” Ronan replied, his hands taking over on Adam’s belt. “Now shut up and enjoy the view.”

Adam did, very much.

[toast-the-unknowing]

A and Z for the Fanfic Writer Ask Meme please :)

A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

That's one of those questions where the answer depends on the day, doesn't it? Although I definitely have some that are more favorite than others. I think today I would say Careful the Tale You Tell. I really enjoyed getting to build out the magic and the atmosphere of that, I pulled in a bunch of my old favorite fantasy stories and fairy tales to create one world, and I'm really happy with how it turned out. I LOVED writing Opal in this one, SO MUCH, and I think that Adam and Ronan's arc turned out really well. I'm happy with all the big emotional moments and I'm still proud of how the storm scene turned out - I wanted it to be suspenseful, and eerie, and kinda creepy, and angsty, and at the heart of it to be about how much this little family loves each other and how hard they'll go to protect each other, and I think that all came through.

Plus, I managed to be extremely mean to Declan even though he isn't in very much of the story. I love getting to do that.

Z: Is there a story you’ve written that doesn’t seem to get much love?

Oh, for sure. I used to bounce around between a lot of small or old fandoms, mostly writing gen fic, often writing short ficlets or drabbles; I've had a lot of fics that didn't get the kind of attention I got once I started consistently writing a popular ship in one fandom. Even within my Raven Cycle fics, the stuff that isn't Pynch gets less attention. It is what it is! And it's the flip side of those times that I've dashed something off on a whim and then gotten a lot of love for it. Idk I think I was lucky to have the first experience as my formative fandom experience so I could just be pleasantly surprised by the latter experience.

Fanfic Writer Ask Meme

[mitskook]

hey! i got super curious suddenly, have u ever written/are u writing for another fandom?? im so interested to know which if u did!

hiii yeah i wrote for a couple of fandoms before, i wrote a couple supernatural (deancas) fics and a lil ficlet for the raven cycle series (pynch) on my old ao3 account (astrotxt), and on hyperlight/mitskook i wrote an all for the game (allison/renee) fic and a bnha (kiribaku) fic! these days im still working through my bangtan feelings bc i still love writing them, but im also working on an neon genesis evangelion au. plus ive been inspired by the magnus archives/protocol, one piece and elementary lately so idk im mostly trying to just absorb things, won't necessarily be a full on commitment to another fandom but we shall see 👀

[catbishonen]

Lunch at Nino after Adam's morning shift had become their routine. The place Aglionby boys flocked together were filled by town folks since summer vacation began. 

"Shit!" - The boy at the table behind Ronan swore as he hit his head on the light above. Their table exploded with laughter. They were loud and triumphant and kings of Henrietta.

Watching them, Ronan and Adam couldn't help smiling. Just a few months before, this had been them and their friends. They too, were kings of Henrietta, in search for magic and a sleeping Welsh king.

[kcbutontblr]

adam once asked ronan why he believed in god. "why? you can create things out of dreams, wouldn't that make you a god?"

it was summer, hot and humid, opal sat next to adam on the porch railing as ronan tended to a dreamed flower bed that grew dandelions and tulips all year 'round. opal tugged at adam's shirt until he handed over his ice cream.

"who do you think gave me the dreams to begin with, jackass?" ronan had responded, wiping his forehead and leaving a dirt smear across his skin, "why don't you believe in god? i mean, dude, you talk to trees."

adam's eyebrows knit together as he looks away from ronan. god had always been a weapon before ronan. adam's father saying god should've given him a better son, a normal son. adam's father would tell him that if god existed, he gave up on adam long ago. that adam didn't deserve a god to look out for him. adam would pray on nights when his father was more violent than others. eventually, he stopped. he realized god wasn't coming. he would have to save himself.

by the time adam looked back to ronan, his frown had gone from annoyed to worried. "you ok, parrish?" he asked. opal had taken his hand absentmindedly, her eyes trained on the dreamt cows that were pink and blue and orange.

adam nodded. "maybe i do believe." he shrugged. maybe god wasn't a man in the sky who would come down and smite every person who laid a hand on adam and make all of adam's problems disappear with the snap of his fingers. maybe god was a six foot boy who had sunset colored cows and magic flowers and a daughter who loved ice cream and had hooves. maybe god was the content feeling adam had in his chest everytime he watched the stars at the barns. maybe adam parrish was a god in his own right.

ronan's frown deepened, "you're so fucking weird, man." adam just laughed.

[iammistressofmyfate]

What if I wrote Adam teaching Ronan how to ride a motorcycle? 🤔

Adam teaches Ronan how to ride his motorcycle. Ridiculousness ensues, with some fluff, hurt/comfort, and sweetness tossed in. Maybe flirting? If you squint. I just needed to write something silly or else I might cry.

Based on this post

No warnings, just Ronan swearing

Adam had his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was one of skepticism. His fine mouth turned down in a bit of a frown, fair brows furrowed.

It didn't make him look any less handsome as he stared at Ronan, who was straddling the elegant, rough-and-ready motorcycle he'd dreamt for Adam what felt like ages ago. The expression looked at home on Adam's face.

While Ronan preferred Adam smiling, his concentrated expression was just as appealing.

"You're sure you're ready?" Adam asked, dubious.

He'd been showing Ronan how to operate and ride the bike nearly all afternoon. It was the first nice spring day and after waking up late and fooling around, Ronan had dragged Adam out of the house for lessons.

Adam had said he'd teach Ronan, returning the favor from when Ronan had taught him how to drive stick. Ronan was going to make sure that Adam made good on his word. Not to mention the added benefits to all of this.

Ronan got to watch Adam ride the motorcycle, which was a beautiful sight to behold, and then he got the chance to ride said motorcycle.

Adam was an excellent teacher. He was thorough and surprisingly patient. He gave as good as he got when Ronan teased him but kept them on track.

He showed Ronan the breaks and throttle, the clutch, shifting. He explained that the bike wasn't as complicated as real world bikes because Ronan had dreamt it and since Ronan wasn't completely familiar with how real world bikes worked because he'd never ridden one, the dreamt one was Ronan's best approximation.

Ronan had only been paying half a mind to what Adam was saying though because he kept getting distracted.

Adam's hands resting over Ronan's, showing him how much pressure to apply to the throttle, elegant and lovely. The closeness of him, how warm he was as he leaned against Ronan a little, the scent of his hair as he leaned close, instructing Ronan. The instructions themselves (Ronan liked when Adam told him what to do).

Their eyes met more than once. Adam's eyebrow arching at Ronan, a knowing smile on his face.

"Are you paying attention, Ronan?"

"Sure."

And Adam would blush a little, shake his head, and go back to his instruction.

It couldn't be that hard though, right? Ronan had gotten at least the gist of things. It would be fine.

"Yeah. This'll be easy," Ronan replied and Adam's brows furrowed deeper.

"Keep telling yourself that, Lynch."

Ronan waved Adam off, calling him a 'Doubting Thomas', and Adam raised his arms in surrender.

Ronan concentrated, summoning up what he'd heard of what Adam had told him. He eased up on the brakes, engaged the clutch into first, worked the throttle, and rolled forward on the bike.

"See!" Ronan called to Adam, looking at him. Adam looked alarmed.

"Watch where you're going, shithead!" he called back and Ronan snapped his head forward because Adam was right.

He was doing it. He was riding the bike. He was mostly balanced, his hands gripping to the bars. Now how to stop...

Ronan squeezed the brake on the handlebar for the front tire, forgetting about the back tire. The bike stopped and Ronan was lurched forward.

He didn't fly over the handlebars but he hit them pretty hard, right in the solar plexus.

"Ronan!"

"I'm fine!" he replied and then promptly dumped the bike. "Fuck. Ow."

He heard Adam's hurried footsteps in the gravel and then the motorcycle was pulled off of him.

"Are you okay?" Adam asked, his accent thicker in his concern.

"Shit. Yeah. Jesus."

Adam kicked down the kickstand of the bike and offered his hands to help Ronan to his feet.

"Don't say it," Ronan growled. Adam's lips twitched briefly.

"Say what?" Adam's eyebrows raised, his face looking surprisingly innocent and boyish but Ronan wasn't falling for it.

"I'm going again."

This continued for several minutes, Ronan trying to remember balancing and clutching and the gears and braking for both front and back tires.

He knew he was going to be as bruised and banged up as Adam had been when he'd first ridden the bike from Massachusetts to Virginia. He was determined and stubborn, he was going to nail this.

And he did. Eventually. Just as the sun was lowering in the sky, Adam pulling on Ronan's Carhartt jacket to keep warm as the temperature dropped.

Ronan guided the bike down the driveway, whooping despite himself, and he could hear Adam's surprised laugh over the sound of the motorcycle's engine.

Ronan managed to turn around before the tree line, a little wobbly, but he kept himself upright. He drove the bike all the way back to Adam, stopping a little jerkily, right next to him.

Adam was smiling and shaking his head and Ronan grinned at him.

"Hey, doll," he purred and Adam laughed, curving his fingers around Ronan's chin, squeezing his cheek just a little, and kissed him.

"That wasn't half bad. The bike suits you," Adam murmured against Ronan's mouth, kissing him again. "But you need a lot more practice."

[theravingcycle-blog]

Pynch soulmate au

Here's a re-upload of a (now edited) pynch soulmate au from my old blog, lynchganseyparrish. Please enjoy and send any other prompts you can think of! The forest on Ronan’s back had wilted. The leaves had curled in, just slightly, and the branches were drooping. Normally, Ronan wouldn’t have thought about it too much – it wasn’t any of his business how his supposed ‘soulmate’ was feeling, plus it wasn’t like he cared either way – only something new had appeared in the tattoo; flowers, of all different colours, peeking out cheerfully through the vines and twisting their way around the trunks of the trees. It bemused Ronan, as it seemed to mean his soulmate was feeling both happy and sad at the same time, and he couldn’t help but wonder what caused it. Ronan also had another reason to be a little more anxious than usual – his best friend was getting married. He was viciously pleased when Gansey asked him to be the best man, because he thought Gansey might have been pressured into asking someone a little more presentable to have by his side in front of the upper-class men and women who would be attending the wedding to see how Senator Gansey’s son had turned out. Of course, Blue wasn’t exactly a ‘presentable’ companion either. In fact, neither Ronan nor Blue were really fitting company for someone like Gansey III, but it wasn’t like Gansey himself had ever complied with tradition. Truly, he and Blue were a perfect match, just as their tattoos had foretold. Ronan loved imagining the looks on the Gansey’s faces when they finally met their son’s soulmate – a 5’ nothing wildfire of a person with a fashion sense to rival their son’s, though at least hers was edgy. Ronan took his spot near the Altar, waiting for the music to start. He nudged Blue, who was standing next to him in a tattered white dress that she had layered with other clothing, and brought his mouth to her ear. He actually had to bend down to reach, which was fucking hilarious. “Last chance to back out. I did have to physically force him not to wear boat shoes,” Ronan whispered, and Blue laughed while cringing. “I think it’s too late,” she muttered back. “Some congress people are here, and if we stop it now I won’t get the chance to yell at them.” “Atta girl,” Ronan said, and ruffled her hair. She scowled and was about to reply when someone put their hand on her shoulder. “Hey Blue, sorry I’m late; Noah almost nailed me with the glitter pot and I only just escaped.” Blue pulled whoever it was down –again, hilarious – for a hug, and then laughed. “He still got you, look, it’s all over your neck!” she sounded a little too gleeful; like she had a plan starting to form in her dwarf brain. Ronan almost felt sorry for the poor dude. Wait, that dude was hot. Okay, Ronan definitely felt sorry for him now. “Ronan,” Blue said. “This is Adam Parrish, my wench of honour.” Parrish rolled his eyes and stuck out a hand. “I prefer man of honour,” he laughed lightly. Wowzer, Ronan thought, and then: Did I just unironically think the word wowzer? Adam’s hand was warm and elegant when he shook it. Ronan really liked Adam’s hands. He cleared his throat. “Ronan Lynch.” Adam smiled softly, he seemed a little – shy? Abashed? Ronan couldn’t tell. “Nice to meet you, Ronan,” he said quietly as the music began to play and the doors started to open. Naturally, Blue had insisted that Gansey walked down the aisle, because the idea of a woman being ‘given away’ by a man, to another man, was incredibly sexist, and if she was going to get married at all, it would not be in a way that ‘further encourages the subtle dehumanisation and oppression of women’ as Blue had put it. Although, she had said it with a lot more feeling, and a lot less child-friendly words. Ronan zoned out again as Gansey reached the altar, but who could blame him? Weddings were boring as fuck. Actually, he was pretty sure Parrish was also zoned out – his eyes were slightly glazed over and he’d been staring at the same spot for the past two minutes. Not that Ronan had been, like, watching him or anything. He’d just…noticed, was all. He forced himself out of that dangerous train of thought as Noah brought the rings. It was quite the scandal when Blue asked Noah to do it – generally people like him weren’t allowed to participate in things such as weddings. Noah didn’t have a soul tattoo, something about which there were many theories – soulmate died before birth, etc. but no one really knew. The more bigoted, stupid and therefore most popular assumption was that those without a soul mark didn’t have souls, and so were not truly alive. Ronan really hated that theory – especially after he met Noah. The guy was the most vibrant person he knew. Suddenly, Gansey and Blue were kissing (did he really zone out that long?) and the wildfire on Gansey’s arm roared into an inferno, licking its way up his neck onto his cheek before it died down as they pulled apart. Ronan’s gaze shifted to the map of Henrietta on Blue’s ankle, and saw the lines representing streets begin to darken until the bolder lines formed a pattern – two crowns, side by side. Gansey really was a sap, Ronan thought, but he couldn’t help grinning a little. Finally, the ceremony was over, and Ronan was free to do as he pleased at the reception. Which was hide in a corner and glare at all the people swarming around Gansey and Blue, whilst simultaneously watching Parrish. Not in a creepy way! Adam was just… interesting. He wondered idly how he became friends with Blue. He didn’t seem to be good friends with anyone else here, in fact, he looked a little lonely, leaning against the wall over there. Maybe Ronan should- “Ronan!” said Blue, a little breathlessly, dragging an apologetic looking Gansey behind her. “There you are! We just escaped the mob,” Gansey winced and looked around in the vain hope that no one heard her “-and we’re all about to go sit, do you know where Adam is?” “Yeah, he’s right over there,” Ronan pointed, and Blue beamed wickedly. She tugged on Gansey’s sleeve, and he bent down – again, fucking hilarious – so she could whisper in his ear. He nodded, then set off. “Been keeping an eye on Parrish, huh?” she smirked. “I mean, I don’t blame you. Adam is smokin’.” “I-what-no!” Ronan spluttered a little (though he would never admit that). He regained his composure, shot her a Ronan Glare ™ and stalked off to find Gansey and their table. “YOU KNOW ABOUT THE TRADITION FOR THE MAID OF HONOUR AND BEST MAN,” Blue shouted at his retreating back. She sounded like she was wiggling her eyebrows at him. He flipped her the bird without turning, and heard the gasps of scandalised guests, along with Blue’s cackle as she went to get Adam. He flopped into the seat next to Gansey, and put his head on the table. “You married a fucking gremlin,” he said to Gansey, who didn’t look put out in the slightest. “She’s incredible,” he agreed reverently, as if Ronan hadn’t just been attempting to insult her. “Whatever,” Ronan said, smushing his face against the table. “Just don’t feed her after midnight.” **** Adam and Blue joined the table shortly after, along with Noah. Adam was really pretty. Not that it mattered, because it wasn’t like Ronan was going to act on it- he found out (subtly) that Adam and Blue had dated when they first met, so odds were he was probably straight. Also, he thought maybe Adam had some mixed feelings about today - he seemed a little wistful when no one else was looking, so maybe he still had feelings for Blue. Tragic, but Ronan would get over it. Probably. “Ronan,” Adam laughed, waving a hand in front of his face. “Rooooonan.” Ronan was coming to the conclusion that Adam was a little tipsy, though it wasn’t his place to judge considering he was much closer to drunk. It was just after the reception, Gansey and Blue having just driven home in the Pig (whether they’d make it home without it breaking down was a different story) and Ronan and Adam were… well, they were just standing there. Should they be heading off too? “Fuck,” said Adam, with a bit of humour in his voice still. “I don’t normally drink. It’s those stupid apple juice Champaign things. They trick me every time.” He groaned, mussing his hair and sending Ronan into cardiac arrest. “I can’t drive home.” “I can give you a lift,” Ronan said, probably a bit too eager to make a good impression on Adam. Adam looked at him like he was an idiot, and well, yeah, fair enough, but it wasn’t a completely stupid thing to offer! “You’re drunker than I am,” Adam said. “You’re not driving anywhere.” Ronan rolled his eyes. “Okay, mom,” he said mockingly, and Adam drew himself up to his full height – which was still just shorter than Ronan. (He should have found this funny but instead he just found it adorable and he was so screwed) “Hey,” Adam said, voice slightly slurred and – was that an accent slipping out? Oh god oh god oh god- “Rules are … important,” he said, poking Ronan in the chest. “I’m calling a cab,” he sighed, getting his phone out. Ronan ignored the twinge of disappointment in his chest as Adam finished speaking and hung up. He started to walk back inside, to see if he could get a lift with someone, when he felt Adam’s hand on his shoulder. “Ronan,” Adam said clearly, and there wasn’t a hint of alcohol in his voice. “I really would like a drive… maybe when we’re both completely sober?” Ronan couldn’t breathe. Is this what it sounds like? Is he… He cleared his throat. “Yeah,” he said, hoping his voice wouldn’t betray him. “I’d- I’d like that.” Adam grinned and Ronan’s breath had just come back, fuck you Parrish- “It’s a date,” he said, and reached for Ronan’s arm. Ronan complied with whatever he was doing mainly because his brain had forgotten how to function properly, because HIS HANDS ARE ON MY ARM, oh fuckfuckfuckfuck- “There,” said Adam, drawing back, and Ronan took his arm back to inspect it. There were numbers written on it (he hadn’t even realised Adam had a pen) and he distantly realised it must have been Adam’s number. He had Adam’s number. Adam’s number was on his arm. Wowzer. He was so out of it he barely registered a cab pulling up. Adam turned away and made to open the door when Ronan spun him round again. “I’ll- uh, see you soon,” Ronan said, and he must have been a hell of a lot drunker than he realised because he leant forwards and kissed Adam on the cheek. He spun quickly and started walking hurriedly back indoors, his thoughts a turmoil of holy fuck I just did that I just DID that! He walked so fast he almost missed Adam’s breathlessly pleased laugh of “…Bye.” Ronan almost ran into the door when he reached it. **** Three weeks later, they were dating. Ronan hadn’t expected Adam to be so much, so smart and witty and kind and fierce and so full of surprises. It had only been three weeks and he had fallen so hard, but then, Ronan never did do things slowly – he lived like he drove, reckless, wild and probably incredibly dangerously for bystanders. He was over at Adam’s place (which was tiny but he didn’t care because it was Adam) after their fourth (or fifth) official date, and he was decidedly too distracted by Adam to care which it was. Adam slid a hand under his shirt, lips still locked feverously, and traced the skin of Ronan’s back. Ronan jumped and pulled away, stifling his groan. “Sorry,” Adam said. “Too much?” “No,” Ronan breathed. “God, no.” Adam regarded him strangely. “Are you alright?” He asked. Ronan took a deep breath and nodded. “It’s just- that’s where my tattoo is,” he said, cautiously, analysing Adam’s face. “Oh,” said Adam. “Can I- Is it alright if I see?” he questioned, sounding a little nervous. Ronan held his breath. “Yeah,” he said, roughly. “Yeah, that’s- okay.” He turned around and slowly pulled his shirt off. He heard Adam gasp, and felt hands ghosting over his back, tracing the trunks of the trees. It had been getting much more impressive in recent times, the forest blooming like nothing he’d seen before, and he had even spotted small animals darting through the trees. Ronan bit his lip as he felt Adam’s blunt nail trace down the curve of his spine, and tried desperately not to do anything to scare him off. Suddenly he felt Adam’s hot breath on his ear. “Ronan,” he said urgently. “Ronan, it’s mine.” Ronan turned around instantly, so he was face to face with Adam once again. “What?” He said disbelievingly, and Adam bit his lip, smiling wider than Ronan had ever seen. “The mark,” he said. “That’s mine.” Ronan lurched forward and pulled him into a desperate, needy kiss. Breaking it off, he said “wait- where’s yours – can I?” and Adam nodded. His brain short circuited as Adam began to pull down his pants, and he was sure he blushed furiously as Adam shot him an amused glance. He’d only tugged it down a little past his hipbone, but Ronan couldn’t find it in himself to be disappointed when he saw the small mark moving on Adams skin. It was really quite small, and he had to lean closer to get a better look at it (well, that was his excuse anyway). It was a raven, only a small one, perched delicately on Adam’s hip. It looked up at him as if to say well, what are you waiting for? Ronan felt recognition and certainty flood through him as the raven took off, soaring in circles around Adam’s body before settling back down on his hip. Ronan leaned forward more, pressed his lips to it, and smiled when he heard Adam’s gasp. He looked up and met Adam’s eyes, resting his head on Adam’s stomach. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, that’s – that’s mine.” Adam laughed breathlessly and pulled him up for a deep, heart-wrenching kiss. The raven cawed soundlessly in triumph and the forest whispered back. They both said the same thing. Finally.

[willowbird]

hi! im a sucker for mutual pining so can i ask for roommates!au+ childhood friends + “you know i’ll do anything for you.” for pynch? 💛

You sure can lovely, you know I'll do anything for you 😉 (see what I did there?)

I also decided to make this a sick fic because I can. Hope you enjoy!

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Ronan Lynch woke up feeling like death warmed over. Now this wasn't an altogether unfamiliar sensation, but it usually followed a night of heavy drinking and too many tacos sourced from questionable food trucks. Last night Ronan had been fucking responsible, thank you. He could have gone out and gotten trashed with some not-quite-friends he knew from around town. Instead, he had specifically stayed home and not gotten shit-faced because he had important shit to do today.

See, responsible. He could do it. Fuck you, Declan.

With an enthusiastic groan of anguish, Ronan rolled over and made to push himself up into a sitting position. His hand slipped off the edge of the bed in the attempt, however, and two seconds later he was in a heap on the floor with absolutely no energy nor motivation to try again.

At least, not until he heard a light knock on the door followed by a familiar voice calling, "Ronan? You alright in there?"

"Fuck," he grumbled to himself - except his face was trapped between his arm and the floor, so it came out more like 'frushk'.

The door creaked open and Ronan managed to summon the energy to lift his arm just enough to see Adam's bare feet peak into the room. How had he never noticed how elegant Adam's ankles were? The man could be a dancer if he wanted to, Ronan was sure of it - not that he knew anything about dancing or what dancers bodies should look like. Adam was wearing his pajama pants still, which was odd because Adam was always up way before Ronan and was usually fully dressed by the time Ronan dragged his ass out of bed - which he only ever did when the time was still in single-digits if he had absolutely no other choice (or if Adam was making breakfast... so... almost every day, but then he went back to bed). It was a shame, though, because Adam's calves were elegant, too. One wouldn't think men's calves could be pretty, but Adam's were. They fit the line of his legs like calligraphy, gently curving while holding all of this strength. That was to say nothing for his thighs. Ronan would happily be crushed by Adam's thighs.

"Um..." said Adam, and Ronan realized that he'd grabbed the hem of Adam's pant leg and was lifting it up, his body attempting to listen to his (likely fever-induced) inner ramblings and desire to see more of Adam's (perfect) legs.

With no energy to explain or defend himself, Ronan grunted and just let his hand drop back to the floor. A moment later he felt the air shift around him and when he realized he'd closed his eyes he forcibly peeled them open again to see that Adam had crouched down beside him.

Ah fuck, look at that bedhead. This was unfair. Ronan should get to see Adam's cute bedhead every day. But no, Adam had to be one of those people who got up at the asscrack of fucking dawn. He had to be one of those jerks who owned a comb. Despicable.

Adam caught his hand, the wayward limb having lifted to reach for aforementioned cute bedhead against Ronan's will.

"Alright, come on now Lynch, let's get you back in bed." Adam's voice was soft and very close now, which was funny because Adam was supposed to be far away. Adam was always too far away. Except this next time when Ronan opened his eyes he realized that Adam wasn't far away at all, he was right there, with his arm around Ronan, helping him sit up.

"When'd you get buff, Parrish?" Ronan grumbled as Adam all but deadlifted him from the floor to get him back on the bed.

Adam's quiet chuckle brushed against the side of Ronan's neck like a kiss. "What, did you think me going to the gym four days a week was for show? Gotta be able to lug your ass around."

"You calling me fat?"

"Yes."

"Bitch."

This time, Adam's laugh was a bit more full but it stayed quiet, like Adam knew about the angry cotton that had taken over the inside of Ronan's skull and didn't want to antagonize it.

Ronan was horizontal the next time he opened his eyes and Adam was woefully far away. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, adjusting the covers, which really wasn't all that far, but look -- it was too far. His hands were eager to obey his inner ramblings apparently, because without Ronan's say-so they had lifted again, reaching for Adam.

Adam caught them easily in his own and squeezed. "I hope you didn't have any big plans today, Lynch. You've definitely got a fever."

"No I don't," Ronan protested, half-distracted by how nicely his and Adam's hands fit together. He'd almost forgotten that, how good it felt to hold Adam's hand. They used to hold hands all the time when they were kids -- because that's what kids did. He remembered always reaching for Adam's hand. Sometimes to pull him up when he fell down, sometimes to grab him to go play, sometimes just because it felt... good to do it. They've been best friends since the summer before kindergarten, them and Gansey and Noah. But it was always Adam's hand Ronan wanted to hold.

But boys don't hold other boys' hands once you reach a certain age. Which, actually, was utter and complete bullshit and Ronan was going to do something about that as soon as he was able to get vertical again. He didn't know what, but he would come up with something, dammit.

"--nan? Ronan? Hey, you still with me?"

Ronan blinked away some cobwebs and focused back up at Adam's face, which was drawn together in concern. "The fuck you talking about Parrish," he rasped out. "I didn't go anywhere."

One of those strong, elegant hands dropped his - but before Ronan could mourn the loss it reached forward to press gently to his forehead, then to his cheek. "Maybe I should take you to the doctor," Adam said through a frown.

"'m fine," Ronan growled out with attempted authority. Adam only stared at him and Ronan rolled his eyes. "It's just... just a stupid cold or something."

Adam was already shaking his head. It took all of Ronan's willpower not to whine when he pulled his hand away, but he managed.

"What're you doing?" he grumbled suspiciously as Adam produced his phone from the pocket of his sweatshirt.

"Texting my boss."

The shock of confusion that lanced through him at that was sharp enough to kickstart his brain and wake him up a little bit. "What? Why?"

Adam gave him another look, and damnit if the man didn't look like a sexy, disapproving librarian - even without the glasses. "Ronan, you're sick. If that fever gets any higher you really will have to go to the doctor."

"So?" Something was not computing. Why should Ronan's stupid body being stupid sick have anything to do with Adam texting his boss? Did Adam's boss know something about fevers?

"So I'm not leaving you by yourself all day."

"You're asking your boss to hire a fucking babysitter?"

"No you ass, I'm calling off for the day."

Ronan blinked. He closed his eyes, counted to three, then opened them again - but Adam was still there. He was looking down at his phone, swiping across it as a message came in. Then he gave a nod and looked back at Ronan. "And it's done."

"Wait. What?"

Adam's expression clouded with worry again, lips pursing and brow drawing in. "Ronan, I just told you..."

"Shit. Fuck. Yeah, I got that. Wait. You're calling in?" Adam Parrish had never called off of work a day in his life. Ronan would know - since he'd been a part of it for about twenty years now. Three weeks after they'd moved in together, Adam had come down with strep throat and had still tried to go into work. His boss had ended up calling Ronan to come haul his ass out of there since Ronan was listed as his emergency contact.

"I'm going to call the doctor..."

Ronan cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I'm not a fucking amnesiac, Parrish. Why the fuck would you call off work for my sorry ass?"

Adam gave him a look, then, and it was a look that had the rest of Ronan's confused protest dying before it even reached the tip of his tongue. When Adam spoke, his voice was softer and his hands - his hands - had abandoned the phone and had returned to take both of Ronan's.

"C'mon, Ro," he said in that quiet, steady voice, "you know I'll do anything for you. Don't you?"

Ronan's throat constricted and his hands curled into fists, except Adam's hands were already tangled in them so he only ended up gripping those hands tighter. It took a moment for him to process that, his brain addled by fever and distracted by confusion.

When the words and the tone and the look in those blue of blue of blue eyes finally clicked, Ronan swallowed hard. Then he opened his mouth, maybe to say 'no I don't' or 'do you mean that the same way I do?' or 'if you fucking no-homo me on this shit Parrish I will kick your ass'. Instead, he rasped out a dazed, "What the fuck time is it?"

Adam blinked, then gave a tired grin and shook his head. "A little after five."

"...AM? Five in the fucking morning? Jesus Christ."

"Don't blame me on this one, Lynch. You're the one who threw yourself out of bed before I even had a chance to shower."

Ronan snorted, then looked up at the other man through bleary eyes, considering his options here. After a long moment of deliberation (that honestly might not have been that long, considering how wobbly his interpretation of time was this morning), Ronan laboriously shifted his body over on the bed so that he was tucked more against the wall. He then patted the newly empty space beside him. "C'mon."

Adam looked at him, then the bed, then at him. "What?"

"Should I call the doctor?" Ronan mocked, then rolled his eyes. "Come on. You don't have to work, and you're up to early. This way you can make sure I don't die in my sleep."

"Not funny, Lynch," Adam warned - but he also set his phone on the bedside table and crawled onto the bed, letting Ronan hold the covers up for him so he could sink into the warmth. Their apartment was too drafty for Adam's bird blood to put up with that sleeping on top of the covers shit. Besides, they'd had how many sleepovers growing up? Sharing a bed was nothing new to them.

The flutter in Ronan's chest when Adam met his eyes, that wasn't all that new either.

"Go back to sleep, Ro. I'm right here."

Ronan sighed, but being given that permission to say 'fuck it' to the rest of the day and just sleep off the haze of sickness clinging to the backs of his eyelids and slinking down his spine was enough to sap the rest of his energy. He closed his eyes, sleep already tugging at him. Later, he wouldn't remember whether or not the soft press of chapped lips to his forehead was real or a dream.

Fun little prompt thingies

[emmerrr]

The screen door creaking as it opened and closed was Ronan’s only warning that he was no longer alone. He didn’t move from his spot on the porch steps, and he didn’t turn around.

“What’re you doing out here?” Adam asked around a yawn.

Ronan sniffed and wiped an errant tear from his cheek. “Takin’ in the view.”

Adam didn’t immediately reply. Ronan still didn’t look at him.

“Do you want to come back inside?”

Ronan shook his head.

“Okay,” Adam said, and Ronan heard the screen door again. Ronan thought he’d go back to bed, but a moment later he returned and wrapped a blanket around Ronan. He sat down beside him and rubbed Ronan’s arms up and down, trying to generate some heat.

Adam was still bedwarm, and so Ronan couldn’t help but lean into him, grateful for the company even though he didn’t know how to articulate what he was doing out here so early in the morning, quietly crying all on his own.

He settled his cheek on Adam’s shoulder and sighed, and Adam moved his hand up to gently wipe Ronan’s tear-streaked face.

The sun started to rise over the trees in the distance, and Ronan felt the sudden burst of grief that had hit him in the middle of the night start to ebb.

“It is a nice view,” Adam said, leaning his head against Ronan’s.

“Mm,” Ronan murmured, lifting his gaze to watch Adam watch the sunrise. “I’ve seen better.”

[aneiria-writes]

Ever since reading TRC, I had Hogwarts headcanons for the Raven Boys. I couldn’t resist writing a ficlet showing Pynch in a Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson.

Or, the one in which Ronan has a very bad feeling about what the Boggart in the chest was going to show for Adam Parrish...

It had taken an invite to a magical school in Scotland, boasting lessons in things like Charms and Trangsfiguration and Potions, for Ronan to finally not be tempted to skip classes.

Especially not Defence Against the Dark Arts, with the formidable Professor Potter. Ronan sat in the classroom now, wand already on the table, next to Adam. Potter was talking about their lesson today, on Boggarts.

‘You alright, Parrish?’ Ronan said, quietly, at the back of the class.

Adam’s knuckles were getting whiter and whiter as Professor Potter explained the practical element of their defence lesson to them, and Ronan could practically feel the tension fizzing from him.

Gently he placed one hand over Adam’s fist, willing him to relax. Adam nodded tightly, not looking away from Professor Potter. Ronan squeezed his hand and then dropped it as Professor Potter trained his very green eyes on the pair of them.

‘Parrish, Lynch, why don’t you two come down to the front and give it a go first.’

Ronan lifted his top lip into a silent snarl, but Adam was already getting to his feet. Ronan followed him close behind, glad not for the first time that Slytherin and Gryffindor had DADA classes together.

The old wooden chest at the front of the class wobbled menacingly as they approached, and Adam and Ronan drew their wands at the same time. It was still strange, Ronan thought, having an actual goddamn magic wand.

‘Parrish, you first,’ Potter said, crossing his arms and stepping back, giving them space.

Ronan noticed Adam tremble as he extended his wand, but only because he seemed to spend half of his life watching Adam’s hands. It was so slight he doubted anyone else would have noticed.

Ronan kept his own wand half-raised.

He had a very bad feeling about what the Boggart in the chest was going to show for Adam Parrish.

The lid of the chest flipped open, Adam widened his stance, and sure enough Robert Parrish crawled his way out of the box.

‘You useless piece of trash,’ Boggart-Robert snarled, pulling himself to full height, towering over Adam. ‘Think you’re too good for this family, huh? Think you can run away to some fancy-ass magic boarding school in Britain and you’ll be safe?’

Adam was as white as the ghosts that floated the halls of the castle - so different to Noah - his wand-hand falling as he watched the facsimile of his father advance on him. Boggart-Robert’s hand was raised, ready to strike his son down as he had done so many times before in real life.

Professor Potter watched the exchange in horror and belatedly pulled out his wand to stop it, but Ronan was faster. He darted in front of Adam, pushing him safely behind his back as Ronan raised his wand and snarled at the Boggart.

‘Oh no you don’t, you little shit,’ Ronan growled. ‘You’re not getting him.’

Boggart-Robert shimmered slightly and then morphed into Adam instead. Boggart-Adam collapsed to his knees, his eyes desperate and his hands scrabbling at his throat as he struggled for air, thick, black vines slowly choking him.

From behind him, Adam breathed Ronan’s name in horror, but Ronan had already cast the wand movement.

‘Riddikulus,’ he hissed. Boggart-Adam looked around in shock as the vines started to fatten and inflate, slowly morphing into colourful balloons and twisting themselves into the shapes of dogs as they floated towards the ceiling.

As the whole class laughed, Boggart-Adam rushed back to the chest, diving into the darkness.

Adam turned on his heel and marched out of the classroom.

Ronan looked at Potter briefly. Their Professor looked ashen, his wand useless in front with him. He looked at Ronan and something flashed in his eyes. Understanding? He gave Ronan a small nod.

‘Go after him,’ he said, before turning back to the class. Ronan stormed out of the classroom, catching Blue’s sympathetic gaze briefly as he did.

Adam was already halfway down the hall, far from the classroom, striding away on his long legs.

‘Parrish!’ Ronan called after him, breaking into a jog to catch up. Adam didn’t slow down. ‘Adam, c’mon, wait up.’

Catching up to him, Ronan put a hand on Adam’s shoulder but the other boy shrugged it off angrily.

‘Leave me alone, Lynch,’ Adam said, a warning tone in his voice.

Ronan ignored him. Instead he pulled Adam into a nearby broom cupboard, letting the door close behind them and plunging them into darkness. Ronan pulled Adam into an unforgiving bear hug, wrapping his arms around him and cradling Adam’s head into the hollow between his shoulder and his neck.

In the dark, safe in Ronan’s arms, the tension finally bled from Adam. His body melted into Ronan’s, and he let out a helpless sob. Ronan held him tight, letting him cry, without saying a word.

Eventually Adam’s tears stopped and he fell silent. He lifted his head from Ronan’s shoulder, and with shaking hands sought Ronan’s jaw, pulling his mouth close and kissing him, his tears wet against Ronan’s face.

‘Thank you,’ Adam whispered, and Ronan kissed him again.

‘Tamquam,’ he replied simply.

‘Alter idem,’ Adam murmured back with a sad little smile. Ronan took Adam’s hand in his and led him back into the daylight of the castle.

DADA was their last class of the day, and Ronan insisted on walking Adam back to the Slytherin dungeons.

Ronan was not surprised to find Blue already ensconced in the Slytherin common room, her small figure perched on a green leather chair, a scowling Gryffindor lioness among the snakes. It was just an act, of course, the other Slytherins adored Adam’s angry little friend and she them. They tolerated Ronan, mainly because they knew his presence in the common room wasn’t negotiable for Adam.

Blue was surrounded by seventh year Slytherins now, all with matching looks of fury and vengeance on their faces. When Adam and Ronan approached them, Oscar Montague was the first one to clap a hand on Adam’s shoulder, his dark eyes burning.

‘Parrish,’ he said, his voice low and dangerous. ‘Tell us everything. We’re going to get a portkey set up and go kill that bastard.’

There were murmurs of agreement from around the common room, as Adam was ushered forward into the seat next to Blue. Ronan hung back, his arms crossed and a small, satisfied smile on his face.

Adam had been accepted so fully into the Slytherin house, even though they’d only come to Hogwarts in the last year. He could feel the indignation and protectiveness of the gathered students for his boyfriend. Blue looked up at him and smiled as if she could read his mind.

Adam gave his new friends a weak smile and shook his head, even as someone Summoned a bottle of Firewhisky and pushed it into his hands. ‘It’s all in the past, now,’ he assured them. ‘I got out, thanks to Ronan. I’m never going back.’

It was all he would say.

For the first time, the assorted Slytherins gave Ronan respectful looks, as well as the second swig from the bottle of Firewhisky.

[killted]

Adam Parrish goes to Harvard and is adored!! I have not read cdth sooo all college kids are OCs. Basically ever other outsider POV on Adam’s strangeness.

They are playing a fusion of Never Have I Ever and Spin the bottle where if your the only other one that hasn’t you spin the bottle and who ever it lands on can ask you a truth or dare. Complicated. This is by design. See this gang of precious rejects, and talented outcasts like to have fun, but they still can’t believe that Adam Parrish hasn’t throw it in the towel, the game, and being friends with these people. The rejects and outcast thing is kind of a lie, where they come from they are the eccentric brainiacs of their friend groups back home, but here, at Harvard, this is normal, kind of. Though everyone that got in here on merit has that something else, no else has what Adam Parrish has, poise, cool, an almost presidential air. He’s appropriately nice, funny (he’s actually hilarious), and super fucking secretive. Tyler, Daniel, Janie, and Mick all see how Adam Parrish could stroll up to the mini politions and the billionaire sons and they would probably be horrified he wasn’t there the whole time. But instead, here he fucking is, Adam Parrish, Harvard poster boy, hardwork and charm oozes from with slight southern drawl, accepting a hit of a blunt from a newer guy to the group as it’s Mick’s turn to do a never have it ever. They are all surprised and doing a shit job of not letting it show, but Adam doesn’t really care, he does that sometimes, it’s either indifference or temper from Adam, when he just wants to relax a little. Mick cuts through the silence.

“Never have I ever walked in on my parents coupulating.”

“Ewww—” “The fuck Mickey??!—”

As the group settles Adam piped up.

“Wait, all of you have walked in on your parents—?”

The way he didn’t say “your parents fucking” spoke to two things, his southern manners, and his dislike for his father. It kinda went with our saying that they all knew Adam didn’t like his dad, and by extension his mom. In his room, there were pictures a plenty of friends and other creatures and drawings, but zero of family. Tyler confirmed that he had never heard a Mr or Mrs Parrish phone call, nor had he glimpsed a letter from them. The only other person with such patterns was Daniel, who talked about his struggles with a dad that had disowned him for being queer. They all talk about their parents, hell they all talked about every thing with each other, they all eat together, they all did work together, and had much of the same classes. They basically over shared their ways into quick friendship with each other, no subject left untouched, though they were mostly pretty privledged kids. It was common knowledges that Adam was here on scholarship, full ride, so don’t fuck with him while he’s studying, he is fighting for his right to be here. Tyler was startled out of this analyzation by Daniel’s reply.

“Yes, Parrish, parents fuck, it’s why we are all here. You are the only one which means—”

Apparently. Adam was feeling generous tonight.

“I am not spinning the fucking bottle, ask me questions and I will choose one to respond to.”

They all kind of clamored over each other, for a second, Tyler wondered if they had blown their cover by seeming so overly interested. Tyler had often wondered if Adam knew he was being secretive and just like to watch them guess, or those around him just didn’t talk about things like parent relationships. Adam’s attention seemed to snag on one question.

“What are your parents like?” Janie had squeaked our in a small voice. Janie was precious and everyone, even Adam, felt overly protective toward the girl.

“My parents? They’re just people. I moved out of the house in my junior year, so I guess I missed an entire year of possibly walking in on them having sex,” Adam delivered all this in the same way you flirt with a polar bear, quietly, attentive, and a bit suggestive.

“Did you live with a friend?” Janie asked, politely.

“I had friends that wanted me to, but no, I needed to support myself. I live at the local church, you know, dramatic irony and all, St. Angus had to boarding rooms for rent. The only real traffic the dilapidated place got wat the local physics, communing with the dead on St. Mark’s Eve,” he now had an almost whilstful smile know. Adam had been forth coming about one thing, and one thing only: his sexuality. Adam is bisexual, and he wears it like it’s no biggie, but he is from a small Virginia town, there can’t be many ways a kid finds this shit out without clandestint hookups, probably on a farm. Tyler smiled as the thought of Adam and some farmer living happily ever after on a farm in Virginia. Tyler flitted back to the present and pressed his luck with one more question the most important question. He knows it’s a mistake even as it leaves his mouth.

“Why?”

Mick shootes him a cold look and rebutted him like they’re defending Adam’s honor.

“Why the fuck do you think people move out of their family homes, Ty? So that they can spend more money and be more stressed?”

Adam chuckles and then speaks.

“It was a blow to the head.”

Silence.

During the first week of school, Tyler had thrust his phone into one of Adams ears. It was some internet thing, old people heard one word, young people heard another, and Tyler had wanted Adam’s opinion. That was the day Tyler found out that Adam was permanently deaf in one ear. All he had offered at the time was the same answer he had just given. Tyler has told everyone, so that they all made a effort to speak to him on his hearing side, but he had alos recounted the small bit of information.

“Plus,” Adam continued on in the silence, “it’s hard to comply with a restraining order if that person is living in your house, so I loved out of his house.” Adam didn’t need to explain whose house, it was obvious. Adam’s father was abusive, and Adam was one hell of a fighter.

Daniel piped up, fully experienced with shitty fathers.

“I hope you or someone beat the shit out of him.”

A rye smile pasted over Adam’s lips.

“My boyfriend did.”

Pandemonium.

[sterlynwrites]

July 25 Wicked

Title: A Wicked Angel 

Series: The Raven Cycle 

Pairing: Adam Parrish / Ronan Lynch

From the first time they met, Adam Parrish occupied a part of Ronan’s mind that no one else was allowed to. 

There was something to be said for the way that adam moved, the way he talked, and the way he just- 

...Existed...

Ronan sighed as he leaned back against the railing on his porch as he watched the clouds waft on by. Things had more or less ended up being settled with the least amount of casualties. 

Everyone that Ronan cared about had come out transformed in some way. 

Sure he could pull out things from his dreams, but he knew his own limitations. 

Gansey had chosen to use his own power and had become their raven king like he should have been. He had opened himself up and he, Blue and Henry were planning their trip they would take after they all graduated. 

Blue amplified their power and gave them a nudge in the right direction when they let something shiny get in their way. 

Henry was the newest addition and helped in a way that Blue and Gansey felt helpful. He was their business as much as they were his, and that’s all Ronan needed to know. There wasn’t a fondness for Henry in him, not yet at least, but maybe there would be? Some day. 

But Adam? 

Ronan was full of him. 

He was an angel who wasn’t afraid to get himself dirty.

No, that wasn’t quite right. 

Adam was a wicked angel. 

That was the only thing that fit him. He was beautiful, looked like he only knew good things, but Ronan knew better. Adam had endured things that he hadn’t ever had to worry about and come out on the other side. 

Ronan was free to dream because his other half was Adam. 

Adam who wouldn’t blink twice at getting his hands dirty physically and metaphorically. 

He was the same person who whispered sweet nothings and held Ronan together when his dreams threatened to shake him apart. Adam was a quite strength that Ronan had been blessed with. 

“Ronan? What are you thinking?” 

Adam came outside to lean over the rail of the porch. 

Ronan looked up and reached out touching his fingers to Adam’s jaw. “How can I be sure I didn’t dream you up.” 

Adam turned his face into his palm and kissed it. “If you dreamed me up, then you have some sense of humor about what you find attractive in a man.” 

Ronan rolled his eyes and turned leaning up to give Adam a kiss.

Note: If you don’t know who the characters are, here is a picture. 

@jennoasis @furokuro @thefirstknightofren

[toast-the-unknowing]

matthew 1000% bugs ronan about getting married because he wants to introduce adam to people as his Official brother

"Please?" Matthew whines.

"You can't bully me into getting married," Ronan says.

"Of course he can," Declan says. "You've been living in sin for years, someone in your family has to guilt you to the altar, it's practically a tradition."

"You wanna try?" Ronan glares at him.

"I meant someone who cares."

"Please?" Matthew asks again. "I want to have a brother!"

"You have a brother," Ronan says. "You have two brothers. That's more than most people have."

"Or want," Declan mutters.

"But Parrish is so cool!"

(Read the rest on the AO3!)