Jul 3, 2022
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PYNCH PRETTY WOMAN AU PYNCH PRETTY WOMAN AU PYNCH PRETTY WOMAN AU PYNCH PRETTY WOMAN AU PYNCH PRETTY WOMAN AU
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
HERE WE GO IM SO EXCITED IM SCREAMING SKDJSKD
Pinch of Salt, a dad Neil AU
Finally putting this baby (pun intended?) Into the world in honor of the Twinyards' birthday! This fic is set in the same universe as My Daddy Loves You, Mr. Lynch so *wink wink* and watch out for sneaky references.
Yes, I have more plans to expand this universe so *not really but evil laughter*
Dad Neil, Baker Andrew, the twins and the foxes being wholesome as usual and Henry Neil Josten being adorable for 50k-ish words. Featuring pining, lots of baking stuff, baby language, nicknames and stuffed dinosaurs!
PS: As a background, it roughly follows canon except that there's no exy and Neil didn't get acquainted with any of the foxes during his time in Palmetto and they get to to each other as the fic progresses. Other things will be explained as we go ahead with the updates!
Welcome to another one of my many AU's, this time loosely inspired by my favourite Bollywood movie <3
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What it says on the tin mixed with angst and fluff and lots of feelings to get you in your feels (i hope!) Special shoutout to @purposeless-lovelydreams and @parrishs-rubberplant for listening to me ramble while writing this ilysm <333333
An obsessively long list of outfits//looks worn by Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch in my Pretty (Wo)Man AU aka All this time, you were mine. :
Pt. 1
(PS: These are not the exact same descriptions of the outfits//looks in the fic but most of them try to accurately describe the clothes from the photos.)
Darling, don't let my love slip. - Andrews_maserati - Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater [Archive of Our Own]
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It was just the fact that he was heartbroken.
Because he had been falling for Ronan Lynch, and now his love was slipping away.
The sacrifices we make.
Also known as, my take on the TRK ending-ish after Blue kisses Gansey. I have hounded @ganseymaboi @91percentpynch @jostyardho about this for weeks so here we go. I'm so sorry but this is just pure pain and angst.
(TW for death)
He fell quietly from her arms.
He was a king.
Adam's heartbeat stuttered as he watched Gansey die. Something in his chest cracked open and broke. So this was what pain felt like when you lost someone you cared for so deeply. A sudden drop, a vicious blow and a horrific hollow that you left empty and gasping for air.
Adam stood there frozen, Orphan Girl's hand tightly held in his and Henry standing beside him as they watched Blue and Ronan crouched over Gansey. Ronan was crying, so was Blue but Adam's gaze flickered from Blue's bleeding eyelid to Gansey's dead body to Ronan's neck. He was responsible for all of those things. Blue's stitches, Ronan's bruises and Gansey's death from his vision from the dream tree.
It was after his snapping and Henry's prodding that he thought about the fact that they could ask Cabeswater to sacrifice itself to save Gansey.
Adam felt Cabeswater and the ley line flow through him like it always had, except now it seemed slower, weaker. Adam spoke, pleaded and begged to Cabeswater to save Gansey, to do something to save Gansey. He couldn't just let Gansey die. He signalled to Blue, wordlessly because they understood each other well and she spoke. Please, echoed Blue's voice all through Adam till it reached Cabeswater and it breathed in recognition. The tir e e’lintes. Blue was one of them.
Cabeswater breathed, the leaves rustled and water flowed and Adam heard broken Latin words before magic happened and Adam felt something happen, something he couldn't understand but he could feel it. The warmth beneath his skin and in his nerves, the weaving of something magical and Adam felt Blue and her sadness ram into Cabeswater and it didn't budge but absorbed it, weaved it into the patchwork quilt it was working on.
But then it stopped. Adam felt the line power down, felt it in his body, soul and all and he swayed but Henry caught him quickly, sliding his arms around Adam's body.
Blue and Ronan stared at him. Adam felt hollow, all over again.
Cabeswater?
Not enough, the trees spoke. Not enough.
It made sense to Adam that Cabeswater had lost itself because of the demon, or lost most of itself because of the unmaker itself. But without Cabeswater, there would be nobody.
To Adam, the choice was saving Gansey and Ronan or death, and he knew what his answer would be.
Not enough, the trees rumbled again, stuttering words. Not enough.
Adam gathered himself, thanked Henry. He let go of Orphan Girl's hand and pat her head twice, thrice for good measure. She tilted her head at him in question, wondering. It was a surprise she hadn't guessed Adam's answer yet.
"It'll be okay", he told her.
He looked at Henry, then at Blue who sat with Gansey's head on her and then finally braved to look at Ronan. He was barely ten steps away but now it felt like ten thousand, ten million even.
Not enough, he heard. Not enough.
I gave you my hands, I gave you my eyes, he replied.
The next moment, he saw Ronan gape at him because of course he heard it to. Ronan was getting up and Orphan Girl was telling in incoherent Latin beside him but he wasn't really paying attention. He saw Ronan dart towards him.
He closed his eyes.
I gave you my hands, I gave you my eyes, he replied. Now I give you all of me, to save all of them.
Magician, the trees roared. Somewhere five steps away, Ronan did too.
When he opened his eyes, Gansey woke up. Adam fell quietly, eyes staring into Ronan's as he fell, and kept on falling.
A king woke up from his sleep, another fell into it.
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Ronan was late, he was so fucking late as he ran towards Adam but he was fucking late. The gravel crunched under his shoes as he ran, watched Adam fall like a raggedy doll and Orphan Girl scream loudly and Henry watch Adam fall.
Because it was Aurora first, Gansey next and now Adam. Ronan had thought he would have died before he watched Adam sacrifice his life but no, the fucking idiot had to do something like that.
Adam's head hit the ground, muddy water splashing across his cheeks and his hair turning a muddy brown from its dusty blond. Orphan Girl was wailing loudly.
Wake up, Atom, she screamed.
He's not going to wake up.
He was not going to wake up.
Ronan fell down on his knees. His chest hurt, so did everything but he couldn't bear the vision anymore. He wrapped his arms around Adam's wrist, desperately trying to feel something, something at least. But nothing, he just felt his fingers press into the wrist bone of Adam's hand.
He wrapped his arms around Adam's lifeless body, pressed Adam's head against his chest and let his tears fall on Adam's hair. And then he screamed at the top of his lungs until everything hurt a bit more and he couldn't yell Adam's name anymore. Henry crouched beside him, he was crying too. Orphan Girl was still wailing loudly, muttering periodic phrases in Latin.
Two palms pressed into both of his shoulders. Gansey had woken up, because of course he had. Blue sat on her knees, mirroring Henry. Adam felt cold, lifeless, light under his hands and Ronan felt colder, dead, heavy on himself.
"Parrish, you fucking idiot. You fucking idiot."
"Ronan-" Gansey began but his words fell short. He instead wrapped his arms around Orphan Girl, who had climbed onto his lap. One of Blue's arms was around Ronan's neck, the other on his arm which snaked itself around Adam's shoulder. She squeezed his arm, Ronan squeezed Adam's arm. Her head lay on Ronan's shoulder, choked sobs entering his ears.
"We should go", Henry said, voice hoarse.
The rain had subsided now, pouring in light drizzles now. They all got up, with Gansey picking Orphan Girl in his arms and she hid herself. Blue wiped her eyes and got up. Her hand lay on Ronan's elbow as he got up too. He slid one arm under Adam's knees and the other under his back and picked him up. His breath hitched when one of Adam's arms fell to the side but Blue quickly folded it across his chest.
Ronan dared look at Adam again. He looked asleep, peaceful even.
Peaceful and Adam Parrish just didn't go along in a sentence.
It felt like a cosmic joke, seeing Adam was so peacefully asleep.He didn't, couldn't bother to let go of Adam so Gansey slid into the driver's seat of the BMW with Blue in the passenger seat and Orphan Girl and Henry on either side of Ronan in the backseat with Adam's head tucked under Ronan's chin and his legs spread long across Henry's lap, who put his hands on them and stared blankly. They just sat in the car, Ronan didn't bother to care why they weren't moving.
Adam.
Adam.
Adam.
The ocean burned, the rain fell over it. It stopped burning.
He remembered making the mixtape for Adam's shitbox, remembered feeling warm at the mere thought of imagining Adam's face when the Murder Squash song blasted through the speakers. He remembered dreaming the lotion for Adam's chapped hands, and the way it smelled of wood and moss. He remembered the way Adam smiled, elastic and amiable.
"Wake up, Parrish."
"Your dumb fucking idiot. How dare you? How fucking dare you?"
"you can't just die on me, Adam."
"Adam, please."
He remembered the shape of Adam's hands, the feeling of Adam's palm against his, his fingers around Adam's wrist and their thumbs crossed over one another's. He remembered Adam in the hospital when he had lost his hearing, remembered Adam at the court facing his father alone because he didn't want Gansey or Ronan to find out.
He remembered him kissing Adam, and Adam kissing him and his name pouring out of Adam's mouth, honey velvet smooth. He remembered the warmth of Adam's lips, chapped and dry and the way Adam tasted of the coke they had had for dinner.
He remembered.
He kept on remembering.
How dare he forget?
He watched Orphan Girl tuck one of the blue dream flowers behind Adam's ear. He closed his eyes, dropped his head on Adam's till their foreheads touched.
"tamquam", he whispered.
He didn't hear anything back.
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Summary:
"Ronan." What he meant was, Ronan.
"Adam." What he meant was, Adam.
"Kiss me."
"Fuck Parrish, we don't have mistletoe to kiss under", Ronan replied and grinned.
Sometimes all you need is the Christmas spirit and one bad date for you to finally kiss one Ronan Lynch. And no Ronan, you don't need mistletoe above your head for you to kiss somebody.
Written for @mletart as a part of @trcholidayexchange because I'm a sucker for Christmas, Pynch comfort and some angst because why not?
Falling Into You. - Chapter 1 - Andrews_maserati - Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater [Archive of Our Own]
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I AM BACK WITH ANOTHER TRC X AFTG AU
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