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magicienetreveur · 6 months

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Making a new post to pin with links to my Pynch fics.

I write a LOT of college AUs apparently: bane of my existence, Technicolor, Mad Scientist

My canon divergence and soulmate AU are reasonably popular. 😊

My personal favorite is my time travel AU.

The rest are here!

#pynch #adam parrish #ronan lynch #trc #tdt #pynch fic #my fics #pynch fanfiction

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kelliealtogether · 2 years

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Okay, but why hasn't anyone written a fic where Adam is a very sexually competent, very good chef who hates everyone in the restaurant except for hot bartender Ronan who Adam sometimes likes but mostly hates until he doesn't hate him anymore.

#hmmmmm #why?#pynch fanfiction

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daisyapples · 1 year

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The world ended when the dead started to walk.

Adam has been alone for a long time, but when he finds four strangers and a broken down camaro on the side of the road, he agrees to help them reach the mysterious Barns and apparent safety from the walking dead.

#fanfic #adam parrish #ronan x adam #ronan lynch #pynch fanfiction #pynch #zombie au #im not gonna lie #im mad for making my own fic art #okay ive done it twice #but i love it #i will do it for all of them eventually #its magical

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monstersanonymous · 1 year

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hey TRC hoes im working on another Pynch fic

based on @jilliancares ‘s Klance alternate universe AU

#trc #the raven cycle #pynch #pynch fanfiction #ronan lynch #adam parrish #klance

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andywardoll · 2 years

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I’m forgetting the name of this specific fanfic - Adam’s drunk and asks Ronan if Adam embarrasses him. Anyone know what I’m talking about?

#pynch fanfiction

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neilsracquet · 1 year

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me reading about the same two characters falling in love over and over again in new settings

#fanfiction the backbone of our society #andreil #kevaaron #destiel #wolfstar #jegulus #pynch #wesper #fanfiction #all for the game #aftg series #the foxhole court #neil josten #andrew minyard #marauders #fanfic #memes

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pociondeodio · 20 days

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going back to my old hobbies! (rotating adam parrish in my mind like a microwave)

#<-girl who's been reading so much pynch fanfiction #<-girl who is eyeing trb and wants to make bad choices #will i ever get over this book series #trc #the raven cycle #adam parrish #wip

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all-or-nothing-baby · 7 months

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THE LITTLEST THINGS CAN HONESTLY MEAN SO, SO MUCH

i was just idly looking at the bookmarks on one of my fics and, nestled in between somebody's perfunctory tags (hurt/comfort, soft boys, completed etc) was a tag very simply named 'WOW' ...and, well. feck me backwards if that didn't make my whole goddamn day ×10 better lol.

my dudes, i can assure you that the above is often all it takes to make a writer's/artist's heart bloom with happiness.

so, i urge you to reblog! reblog! reblog! here on tumblr dot com and try to say something kind in the tags, a mere keysmash even.

on AO3, always leave kudos if you read fic or look at art there and—whenever and wherever you possibly can—comment to your hearts content, even if that is only more keysmash or just one word or a wee emoji (or a few!). also, if you bookmark publicly, try to tag it with something complimentary like my reader did or leave a nice description as a part of your recommendation because the author gets to see those things, too.

I PROMISE YOU THAT NONE OF THIS WILL EVER GO UNNOTICED OR UNAPPRECIATED!

sometimes a single word or symbol can mean the whole world <3

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magicienetreveur · 2 years

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kid 👀 fic 👀👀👀

💛

Ahh I didn't think to tag you!

Yeah the kid fic was supposed to be like... Adam and Ronan broke up, then years later Ronan adopted a kid, and the kid was psychic (duh) and could see memories of Adam in the house. It would lead to a reconciliation, of course!!

#thanks for asking!#pynch #pynch fic #pynch fanfiction

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kelliealtogether · 2 years

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five favourite fics that I've written (for writer appreciation day)

Thank you for the tag, @emmerrr! 😘

Ask me tomorrow and my five favorite fics I've written will probably change. I have a lot to choose from and it really depends on my mood and what I've re-read recently.

Somnium (One-Shot)

The Institute was not Ronan’s idea.

Declan said it was only a matter of time until he hurt someone else.

Only a matter of time before Matthew was comatose because of Ronan’s hubris or ignorance or both.

The idea of Matthew asleep forever packed Ronan’s bags. It requested admittance to the Institute for Evening Experiences. It filled out paperwork in triplicate.

Then Ronan was admitted and his education, his treatment, began.

I love this one for its sparseness, repetition, and for its overall dreamfuckery. It was an attempt at horror, and if I didn't get that, it was at least the most messed up thing I've written and cathartic to write.

Boxes on the Lawn (Chaptered)

“Marry me.”

“I’m not gonna marry you, Lynch.”

“Why not? I’m the most eligible bachelor in Rockingham County. All this could be half yours.”

“We’re eighteen.”

“Not now. When we’re like–thirty. Come on. Let’s do it. If neither of us is hitched by thirty, let’s get married.”

On Ronan Lynch's eighteenth birthday, he makes a pact with his friend Adam Parrish: If neither of them are married by the time they turn thirty, they'll marry each other. Ronan's not hopeful it'll work out. But what if it does?

I love this one because of the way I wrote it. When I started writing each chapter, I put "This is how it starts..." at the top of the page. Then I wrote a little background paragraph before dropping into what happens in the chapter. I think that's what helped making it into the story I'm really proud of.

Chasing Tails (One-Shot)

“Is this meant to say raven?”

Four years out of veterinary school, there were plenty of animals Adam Parrish hadn’t had the opportunity to deal with yet, but he never expected a corvid to come through the doors of the practice. Rural Virginians had a slew of pets, from dogs to snakes to chinchillas, along with an even larger slew of livestock, but ravens weren’t high on the list of domesticated animals in and around Henrietta.

Adam Parrish is a veterinarian in Henrietta, Virginia. He's used to dogs. He's used to cats. He never thought he'd treat a raven. Or a pygmy goat. Or a fennec fox. Or an emu.

But then Ronan Lynch shows up.

This is the fic I go back and re-read the most. I just absolutely love it. It's hands down my favorite meet-cute I've written, and I've written a fair amount of meet-cutes. I just love veterinarian Adam and animal savior Ronan and this one just makes me 😊.

Fatally Yours (One-Shot)

There was no way this guy was Dr. Adam Parrish. For one, he was young, Ronan’s age or maybe slightly older. For two, he was in navy scrubs, not a suit or button up like Ronan usually saw MEs wear. For three, he was fucking attractive, tall and wiry with tawny hair and deep set blue eyes and gaunt cheeks.

He was better looking than anyone working with dead people had the right to be.

“Ronan?”

Ronan was too busy ogling to notice the guy had looked his way and, shit, this was Dr. Parrish. Ronan was going to have a real fucking time of it until he was back in the van and on his way home. There was a reason why he didn’t date. He turned into a goddamn mess anytime he was around someone he even moderately liked. That, and guys weren’t usually interested in twenty-nine-year-old morticians who lived above their family’s funeral home.

- A funeral home meet-cute. -

This is another one I go back and re-read a lot and I just had so. much. fun. writing it. Someone called it "banally morbid" in a comment and that's exactly what it is! And it exactly sums up so many of the things I'm into! I love this one to bits.

Where Your Wanting Ends (One-Shot)

When Adam opened his apartment door, a snake plant in a sleek black flower pot landed in his arms moments before the bleary-eyed delivery girl took off down the hall. Adam stood in his open doorway as he pulled a card from a stake beside the plant’s foot-high striated leaves, and while he read the card’s neatly printed message, he grinned so hard he thought his smile might become permanent.

I’d tell them to write good luck, but that’s a waste of fucking space. Kick ass. Tamquam. - R

P.S. Its name is torque wrench all caps. Water it.

When Adam takes a job far from the Barns, far from Ronan, Ronan does his best to make Adam's apartment feel like home. But sometimes home isn't a place.

Look, one of the greatest pleasures I get while writing fic is coming up with Ronan's names for things. This fic is an exemplary display of that, and I got much joy figuring out what power tools to use as names for plants. I'm also just having a blast writing for those Worst Fanfic Prompts, which is the origin for this and Fatally Yours.

Tagging @behindtheatlantic, @cheeeryos, @ronanlynchgender, @northisnotup, and @parakeatswrites if any of you are in the mood!

#tag game #my fics #pynch fanfiction

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of-stars-and-moon · 30 days

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Forgot to mention it here but I did write that fic then, thanks to everyone who told me to just write what I want <3

Idk if there are any jjk fans here but here it is

Give me toothache just from kissing me

Summary:

Suguru takes a step closer so there's only inches and infinity between them and says, “Satoru.” He tries and fails to stop his smile when he sees Satoru shiver a little. “Please, I'm sorry, Satoru.” He makes sure to breathe the last word closer to Satoru's skin because he knows how he gets hearing his name from Suguru’s lips like this.

Or, Satoru keeps infinity up when he's mad at Suguru, but he finds a way around it.

Read on ao3

#posting a fic after almost two years is fucking terrifying #but its okay im trying not to be scared #hopefully this gets me back in the habit of writing #i wanna write pynch again i miss them #a.txt #my writing #my fics #jjk #satosugu #satosugu fic #fanfiction #writing #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #gojo satoru

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clotpolesonly · 6 months

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Surfin' On A Sound Wave, Swingin' Through The Stars

“How much did Matthew have to beg before you dressed up like that?”

Ronan’s scowl was far less intimidating—not that Gansey was ever cowed by it, truthfully—in light of the large arrow drawn in blue paint on his shaved head. The bright orange tablecloth he wore slung, toga-style, over one shoulder only served to undermine the expression further as he climbed out of the BMW and slammed the door behind him. His smile retained its edge, though, at least.

“Four solid minutes of the word ‘please’, repeated over and over again, before Declan offered to pay my last two speeding tickets if I would just do it and make him shut up.”

Gansey fell in at Ronan’s side as he strode up the car-crowded driveway, the open front door of a modest two story house their destination.

“I’m surprised you took that offer,” he said. “I would’ve expected you to make Matthew plead for eight minutes more, even louder, just to spite Declan.”

“Declan’s face when he realized I had more speeding tickets that he hadn’t heard about yet was worth caving early.” Ronan kicked the tires of a rusty Buick and turned to look Gansey up and down. “What are you supposed to be, anyway? An aspiring yacht captain who misplaced his yacht?”

Gansey leveled him with an unimpressed look. “These are just my regular clothes and you know it.” He ignored Ronan’s unrepentant sniggering in favor of checking Blue’s text again. “Jane said she has a couple’s costume planned for us but wouldn’t tell me what it is, only that I should just come to the party in my favorite outfit.”

“Maybe she’ll be in bright-ass green and you can be highlighters together.”

“Ha very ha. Is Adam here yet?”

“Fuck if I know. Let’s find out.”

Ronan took all three porch steps in one long stride. Gansey followed in a more traditional manner. The house was loud and crowded with people he mostly didn’t recognize—Mountain View students, presumably, rather than Aglionby ones. Ronan was already halfway down the hall, no thought spared for sticking together, but his costume was brightly colored enough that Gansey had no trouble keeping track of him in the throng.

By the time he caught up to Ronan in what he assumed to be the living room, Gansey had located a drink and Ronan had located his boyfriend.

“Adam! I see you too went the couple’s costume route.”

The look Adam gave him in response to this statement said quite plainly that he disagreed with how Gansey was defining his terms, and that he didn’t have much respect for Gansey’s particular definition. But, as with Ronan earlier, his costume robbed the expression of its usual verve. Not even Adam Parrish could pull off cutting condescension while wearing a headband with a pair of tall paper machine lemur ears attached to them.

“I just got off a long shift at Boyd’s,” Adam told him, “and I’ve got an early shift at the factory tomorrow morning. This was the least effort I could put in and still justifiably call it a costume.”

“Still more effort than Dick put in,” Ronan pointed out, inviting himself into Adam’s space. Adam shifted easily to accommodate him, the two of them pressing together like lodestones. As one, they eyed Gansey’s favorite yellow sweater. Their judgment was more powerful in tandem.

Gansey flushed. “Blue has my costume!“ he said. “I didn’t just opt not to participate in the holiday. I am not the Ebenezer Scrooge of Halloween. I’m simply following instructions.”

Ronan made a whip-crack noise, as if he didn’t ask how high whenever Adam said to jump. As if he didn’t fall all over himself to fulfill Adam’s every desire. As if he didn’t currently have Adam’s hand in the back pocket of his jeans.

The quirk of Adam’s eyebrow and the wry tilt to his smile indicated that he, at least, saw the irony here. He didn’t feel the need to comment, though. Instead, he took a sip of his own drink and then used it to gesture back toward the hallway.

“Blue’s in the kitchen getting a beer,” he said. “Should be right back.”

Gansey perked up. “You’ve seen her?”

“I’m not telling you her costume.”

Gansey perked back down. “Why ever not?”

“Because it’ll be awful funny this way, and after working for ten hours on a holiday, I really feel like I deserve that.”

In lieu of disagreeing—because he couldn’t exactly argue the fact that Adam worked too hard and deserved a good laugh once in a while, even if it was at his dear beleaguered friend’s expense—Gansey downed the drink some girl in the hall had helpfully passed to him on his way in. He thought it might be rum and coke. Ronan could probably tell just by sniffing it, but Ronan was busy nuzzling his boyfriend’s ear; the real one, not either of the paper mache ones.

Gansey had just about made the decision to leave his friends to their canoodling and get himself another drink when a pair of very familiar arms wound around his waist from behind.

“Jane! Finally!”

He, regretfully, dislodged her embrace. There would be plenty of time for hugging after the great mystery of their costume situation had been resolved to his satisfaction. He thought he heard Ronan smother a laugh as he turned around, but that wasn’t important.

Blue looked radiant. She always did, regardless of what she wore, but this outfit in particular clearly had her pleased as punch. It was a purple dress of a rather more intact nature than most dresses Gansey had seen her don, with buttons up the front and a rounded white collar. More in line with her usual eclectic style, the dress was patterned with…well, a variety of things. Some were ironed-on patches, others looked like she might have embroidered them, and yet more seemed to be painted right onto the fabric. Gansey could make out planets and stars, light bulbs, a battery, test tubes, some snowflakes, several small animals, and was that a piece of cheese?

Her dark hair was even messier than usual, curls pulled back into a tiny puff of a ponytail. All of her hair clips tonight were orange. Her earrings were in the shape of sandwiches.

“Let me guess,” Gansey said gamely. “The delightful Ms. Frizzle?”

Blue’s nose scrunched up when she laughed. He’d been helpless to the charm of it since the first time he’d been granted the privilege of seeing it. Now was no different. He couldn’t muster up even a smidgen of annoyance at having been mystifyingly denied foreknowledge of this entirely benign costume, not with that adorable scrunched up nose on display. It did still beg a question, though.

“You said this was a couple’s costume,” he pointed out. “What exactly am I meant to—”

Blue shoved him in the chest, which struck Gansey as awfully rude and unwarranted. But she was still smiling, her bottom lip tucked neatly between her teeth in a way that meant she was particularly—and mischievously—proud of herself for something. Frowning, Gansey followed her gaze down to where she had made contact with him.

There, stuck to his chest, was what appeared to be a magnet. Or, more accurately, a decal of a magnet. One of the big, red, U-shaped ones, recreated here in thick red and gray felt that adhered quite happily to the old-fuzzy fabric of his sweater.

Gansey blinked at it, uncomprehending, until Blue reached out and stuck something else to him: a blue star on his left pectoral. Then followed a lightbulb, pressed against his stomach, and a little green planet attached to his shoulder. Blue’s smile grew with every felt cutout she pulled out of the pocket of her dress. It wasn’t until the word “wahoo!” was applied over his collarbone that Gansey finally made the connection.

He closed his eyes and reminded himself that he loved this girl with all his heart. Then he said, “Jane. Am I the bus?”

Ronan laughed so hard, he needed to sit down. Adam was red in the face, his lemur ears knocked askew, bracing himself on the back of the loveseat Ronan had claimed as his own. Even some of the partygoers whom Gansey didn’t recognize were tittering appreciatively. One of them actually had her phone out to take a picture.

But none of that was important. Because Blue had her head thrown back, her own laughter lighting her up like a thousand watt bulb. The nose was scrunched. And there was nothing Gansey could do in the face of that except purse his lips against the smile he could feel forming entirely against his will. There was very little dignity to be found in this position, but he was determined to keep hold of at least a shred or two.

That lasted right up until Blue grabbed him by the collar and tugged him down for a kiss. Against his lips, she said, “You’re the most magical bus on the block.”

“I don’t know that there’s a lot of competition for that title.”

“I’ll fight you for it,” Ronan tried to say through a renewed spate of giggles.

Gansey flipped him off without turning to look. Adam guffawed; at least it wasn’t only at Gansey’s expense that he could derive pleasure.

Blue said, “I wouldn’t want you as my magic school bus anyway, Lynch.”

“No, you’d rather ride around in Gansey.” Ronan clawed himself halfway up the back of the couch to point from her to him and back again. “In Gansey! In—!”

He was clearly attempting to say something else, but he was so thoroughly overcome with hysterics that he couldn’t manage to form the words. Knowing him as well as he did, Gansey would hazard a guess that it had something to do with pegging. Adam, whose laughter had reached the point of silent wheezing and oxygen deprivation, was weakly batting in Ronan’s direction as a desperate plea for him to stop. His lemur ears had fallen off entirely.

Gansey turned back to Blue. “Do you see what you’ve done?”

“What I did,” she said, smug as anything, “is win at Halloween.”

“I wasn’t aware the holiday was a competition.”

“Everything is a competition if you’re winning.”

A laugh of his own—overwhelmingly fond and entirely irresistible—bubbled up in Gansey’s chest. He tugged Blue in to wrap his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her messy mop of hair. “You’re a menace, do you know that?”

Blue snuggled contentedly into his embrace, patting his back, and said, “I know. But you love me anyway, don’t you?”

“That depends. Did you just stick another magnet back there?”

“Which answer gets me a ‘yes’?”

Either. Both. Truthfully, there was no answer on this earth that could earn her anything else. Not even when she had dressed him up as a semi-sentient shape-shifting vehicle from a children’s cartoon. Gansey figured the indignity was a small price to pay to be here, with Blue’s arms around him, surrounded by his friends’ happiness.

Still.

“Next year, I’m picking the costumes.”

#Bluesey #Gansey #Blue Sargent #Pynch #Ronan Lynch #Adam Parrish #TRC #fics by me #fanfiction

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