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audikatia · 19 days
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Chapters: 16/25 Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish Characters: Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Serial Killers, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Horror, Romance, Slow Burn, Catholicism, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Sexual Content, First Time, Blow Jobs, Abuse, Blood and Gore, Body Horror, Minor Character Death, Dismemberment, Murder, Mutilation, Substance Abuse, Trauma, Violence, Mystery, Murder Mystery
Note: Hello, I am coming back from the dead on this St. Mark's Eve to provide you all with another chapter. Kisses. Thank you, @the-prince-of-tides, for spinning my ramblings into gold. Or at least something more readable lol
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“Why didn’t you call the police?” He tried to keep his tone neutral. His mother had never called the police, no matter how many dishrags and pillows Adam had bled into. He was not surprised, but still, he was curious. And more than that, he never would have kept this from his mother if he had ever gotten a threat against her so carefully delivered to him. Why did she keep this from him? “Why didn’t you tell me?”
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brekkers-wife · 14 days
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here's a very angsty prompt for trc fic:
3 times Adam felt rejected and 1 time he didn’t. 3 times being: his parents, Gansey, Blue and 1 time being Ronan (of course).
i would've written this myself but; 1. i have other thousand wips to look after. 2. i don't think i have the skill set to write it myself yet haha.
so if anyone is interested in picking up this prompt, please go ahead. I want to read this so bad!!
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adanseydivorce · 1 month
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here have a self indulgent Adansey fic I wrote about five midnight phone calls between them pre, during and post the Raven Cycle.
(title from The Alcott by The National feat. Taylor Swift)
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"Ronan is worried. Declan is fucked."
-Notes for a multi-chapter Raven Cycle fic
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apollosnovice · 8 days
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it was the first morning of spring | ronan lynch x reader
wordcount: 1.1k warnings: tiny mentions of ronan's drinking habits and getting hurt (accidentally cutting knee on glass) a/n: i don't really like the use of y/n so i gave reader a neutral name (Eden). i also chose they/them pronouns because i felt like they were the most neutral pronouns to use. i hope this makes it easier to change the pronouns to your preferred ones! this work is crossposted on ao3 under 'deardynamight'
It was the first morning of Spring and the world hadn’t hurt them yet.
Two of Ronan’s front teeth were missing but he smiled like all his adult teeth had grown in already. He was a wiry kid — tall and clumsy. Eden often wondered how much taller he would grow and if they would get to see it. 
Dandelion seeds twirled on a gentle breeze. Eden’s hair joined the dance when Ronan blew another wish into the world. 
“Are you supposed to make two?” Eden asked, turning their head to look at the side of Ronan’s face, watching as he pursed his lips again to blow away the ones he hadn’t caught the first time. 
“Are there rules to follow?” he replied, unbothered.
Eden thought for a moment to the three wishes of Aladdin, a movie they had watched not too long ago. Huddled under blankets they had piled themselves in front of the TV, hot chocolate at their feet. Eden was on their second mug because they had spilt the first in a bout of their usual clumsiness. The living room floor was still sticky. 
“Maybe not,” they mumbled back, laying their head in the space between Ronan’s shoulder and his face. That little space was made for them, and them alone. 
Would the universe punish two kids for being dreamers? For yearning for more than the life they have been given? The world hadn’t hurt them yet but unbeknownst to them — it would. 
Eden took their chances and held the dandelion Ronan had given them between their forefinger and their thumb. Their first (and what they thought was their only wish) had gone out to that new bike they wanted. It had felt like a waste, a missed chance of wishing for something meaningful. They would take their second chance now.
Ronan moved away a little and Eden mourned the loss of his warmth. Goosebumps rippled over their skin but they didn’t reach for him. They enjoyed the gentle caress of the sun and the teasing tickles from the wind. 
He was looking at them — ice blue eyes so full of youth and joy still. They weren’t the cold glaciers of the North Pole yet, they didn’t scare people into submission yet. They were beautiful, as they always would be, and they were gentle when they encouraged them to blow their wish into existence. 
I wish for this moment to never end.
But it did.
The good moments ended again and again and again until Eden didn’t dare to rely on wishes anymore. No matter how many dandelions they borrowed to try, Ronan built a wall so high they couldn’t reach him anymore. 
When his dad passed and his mom slipped into a never-ending slumber, his eyes hardened, even when they looked at them. The Ronan they knew was gone and they had to learn the new Ronan all over again.
And they did.
Eden loved him through every fight, every police call, every bottle of beer that smashed hopelessly on his bedroom floor. They loved him through the scars on his hands and the blood running from his nose, and K's hands on his body.
They dared to wish again in their most hopeless moment where they were doomed to lose everything to Gansey and Glendower and his incessant need for gratification. 
Their wishes were more mature now.
I wish for Gansey to find Glendower.
I wish for Noah to stay with us.
I wish for the knowledge to save my friends.
I wish for everything to end.
Ronan followed Gansey, like he always did — a guard dog, loyal to a fault — until Eden broke. 
Tears wouldn’t stop flowing as they fell apart on Ronan’s bedroom floor, cutting their knee on broken glass. Chainsaw wouldn’t stop kawing, her usual sounds now so distressed it threatened to unravel them. Ronan had frozen at first, unsure what to do. Little by little the wall he had built seemed to break away until Eden saw a glimpse of the boy he had been.
Glacier eyes now wide and boyish again, helpless, scared.
Ronan was next to them in an instant, cursing as he held them up then lifted them into his arms. 
It was the first day of Spring and Ronan smelled like the sun. 
Eden buried their face in the warm leather and expensive cologne. they inhaled the boy they once knew and exhaled the boy he had become. He wasn’t Gansey’s after all, he wasn’t Blue’s, he wasn’t even Adam’s, not to the extent that he was theirs. 
“I’m sorry,” Eden hiccuped and Ronan quickly shushed them. The hand in their hair was bigger now, calloused, but it was still Ronan’s, still as gentle as the boy he had been before the world had broken him.
Where Eden stayed soft, Ronan had hardened. Where Eden had stayed kind, Ronan had become cruel. Not to his friends, never to the ones he loved. But Eden had resented him all the same. For taking away their best friend and replacing him with someone they didn’t recognise. For making them lose the boy who had felt like their soulmate a lifetime ago.
It was when Ronan’s hands cleaned their wound so tenderly that they realised who he was again.
It was when his eyes filled with fire when Eden finally confessed that Gansey hadn’t been nice to them, that they were falling apart, that they needed him on their side and not his that they realised their soulmate had never left. 
They had been soulmates then, when they were young and innocent and the same. Platonic soulmates who held hands and danced in the sprinkles placed around the Barns and slept in the sun holding each other. 
They were soulmates now that they were older and Eden’s softness didn’t just parallel but filled the gaps of Ronan’s hardness. They were soulmates in every sense of the world who found each other again when the world was ready for them to meet again. 
It was the first day of Spring and the world had hurt them terribly — but they had healed each other again.
Eden was lying in the sun under the big oak tree that looked out over the pasture where Ronan was feeding the cows. 
Soon he would come over to them and kiss their lips and Eden would look up at him and ask for lemonade and sandwiches. And they would hold hands and dance in the sinking sun. Eden got to watch Ronan grow taller and grow up and mature into the man they always knew he would be when he was a little kid.
The dandelions surrounding them remained whole until the wind picked up in the evening again.
They had nothing more to wish for.
It was the first day of Spring and the world didn’t hurt anymore.
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so...I just finished the pynch fic I've been writing for 2 years and 2 months. It's 114,725 words in total and will be coming soon to a screen near you
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kelliealtogether · 2 years
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Fandom: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish Characters: Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Zombies, Too Many Beds, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish, Adam Parrish Loves Ronan Lynch, POV Third Person Omniscient Summary:
“It’s a bed,” Adam replied flatly. A bed was a bed to Adam Parrish, whether it was an IKEA mattress on the floor or the plasticky extra-long twin he’d slept on in his dorm at Harvard. Adam could sleep on anything horizontal, and even on things not horizontal, but he wouldn’t belabor the point with Ronan. The queen size bed and its myriad throw pillows were enough for Adam. He stepped past Ronan and into the bedroom. “What more do you need?” “There’s gotta be a king in here somewhere.” “Lynch.” “I’m gonna find the king.”
It's the end of the world, and there are too many beds.
[Read it here on AO3.]
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rovinky · 2 years
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This Feeling
Matthew knew he had no one to care but when Kavinsky’s friends all left their small town to chase college dreams, leaving Kavinsky behind, he was an ever-present facet of the Lynch household. He basically moved in and Matthew couldn’t be any happier, even if Declan was furious. It was summer, and Matthew was excited to finally shoot his shot. He was sixteen now and Kavinsky was turning nineteen in a week. He could finally show Kavinsky he would root for him, maybe help him get his GED. He believed in Kavinsky, where no one else did. He saw Kavinsky the way no one else could.
He wouldn’t give up on him.
-- AU where Matthew has a crush
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chubbydino · 1 year
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the kavinsky fic i started and never even finished chapter 1 🥲
If the ecstasy wasn’t still dissolving on his tongue, Joseph Kavinsky would have thought Ronan Lynch was part of his trip. He adjusted his Pit Vipers to get a better look at him as Ronan stalked across the Agloinby parking lot in his tattered uniform, incriminating himself with the way he kept glancing over his shoulder.
“Lynch,” he called through the cracked window of the Evo.
He watched Ronan freeze and smiled something dirty. He liked calling Ronan by his last name, he liked the way it wrung his tongue.
“Get in the car,” he said as the sky started going dark, framing Ronan in shadow that contoured his already sharp features.
Ronan turned, his eyes murderous. “I have class.”
“So do I,” Kavinsky replied. Fireworks started to fizz in the sky, occasionally vanishing to rain, then bright sun again. He stopped trying to tabulate what was real.
He saw Ronan hesitate, almost decide to follow orders. He could see the want in him, the knowing.
“Lynch,” he said again.
“Fuck off.”
Too much. Ronan bristled and wheeled back toward the school.
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pociondeodio · 1 month
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going back to my old hobbies! (rotating adam parrish in my mind like a microwave)
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audikatia · 3 months
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Before they had kissed, Ronan never really pictured Adam in the kitchen like he was now. He had tried not to think of him at all, ultimately a useless exercise, but sometimes his mind would betray him with tantalizing thoughts of Adam laughing beside him in the car as they raced against faceless adversaries, Adam panting in his neck with his knobby hand around Ronan, Adam eating cherry tomatoes in the bright heat of summer until the seeds spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Now Ronan thought he would do anything to keep Adam here, settled into the roots of his family home where he blended into the muted colors of the kitchen like he belonged.
He watched Adam work methodically at the island. He was mixing together some blend of ingredients with a scent that wafted as sweet as the late morning sun through the lace curtains. There was powdered sugar on his face, ghost-like and faint. Adam bit his lip as he concentrated, and Ronan felt all over again the phantom press of Adam’s teeth on his neck.
An excerpt from the next chapter of Transubstantiation
Thanks for the tag, @kelliealtogether! Tagging @the-prince-of-tides @northisnotup and anyone who wants to do this who hasn't already been tagged!
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rumoredtoexist · 2 months
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i just lost The Game so i’m bringing you all down with me
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adanseydivorce · 1 month
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So I’ve started writing that TRCverse characters reading the books fic I was talking about this is like the set up chapter before we get into the actual reading. I want it to be a series with a different fic for each of the seven books but one step at a time.
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megumismom · 27 days
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ive-garden · 8 months
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Well, I guess Adam has to be careful too 🤷‍♀️
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wring-wraith · 2 months
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lost archives of the sarchengsey road trip... i will never forget you
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