adamprrishcycle

[adamprrishcycle]

Corporate needs you to find the differences between this picture and this picture

[adamprrishcycle]

the best fanfic is the one the author had fun writing actually.

[adamprrishcycle]

from maggie stiefvater via instagram

[adamprrishcycle]

Trade offer: you receive my decladam fic, I receive the freedom of writing a fic for fun in one sitting and not agonising over it and just releasing it out into the universe (for fun!! imagine!)

It’s called A Full Moon and if you’re a pynch purist, I’m sorry adam is bad but it’s good for him (me)

Also posting below the cut because (I’m having fun remember!) but I really appreciate any interaction with this fic on ao3

A Full Moon

The kitchen was dark. The sun had flooded through the smudged glass of the window for the long hours of the day, but now night had fallen and a full moon shone a path of silver across the grass and it winked through the window, giving the darkness an eerie glow. No one had been back inside the house since night fell and the firepit they sat around was well tended and chatter and laughter filled the air. The flames licked skywards and smoke rose in a blue spiral as the air got colder and what was left of the Lynch family and the people they loved most huddled closer.

Adam Parrish placed the stack of plates by the kitchen sink without turning the light on. He knew the farmhouse well, knew his way in the dark, knew which floorboards were prone to creaking. It had been his home three summers back and every holiday and break since.

The door swung on it’s hinges and someone else came into the kitchen with a creak and he turned, making out the familiar shape of them in the doorway and watched as Declan Lynch’s face came into view, pale skin and dark hair lit by the moonlight through the window. He placed more dishes down beside Adam and the closeness made his skin prickle.

The silence was intentional and weighted down with unspoken words like rocks held in pockets and the length of time that had passed between then and now.

Adam could hear his own heart thudding in his chest, the sound loud inside his head and he held the wooden countertop with one hand, turning his body, eyes lingering where the dishes were stacked for a moment. He counted the seconds.

Flicking his gaze up, he could just make out Declan’s eyes in the darkness and then his hands came up on Adam’s waist, crowding him against the sink, chest to chest. There was a moment of hesitation in which Adam heard the hiss of his own drawn breath and then Declan kissed him. His tongue was the first thing that touched Adam’s lips and Adam opened his mouth, giving over without a second thought.

The memory of another night like this still cluttered the back of Adam’s mind. Ronan gone, Declan turning up at Adam’s dorm room over and over again assuming they had something in common, pushing his anxiety and his grief and the filth of it all at Adam and wanting him to do something about it. It was their best kept secret and Adam wasn’t sure that even Jordan had seen Declan like that before, or since.

Declan smelled of woodsmoke from the fire and his tongue was hot in Adam’s mouth as he kissed him hungrily, the sound of this hunger filling the quiet house. He wound his arms around Adam’s shoulders and Adam mirrored him effortlessly, hands sliding around Declan’s body, the feel of him sickeningly familiar to the body Adam shared a bed with each night.

It wasn’t his fault the Lynch brothers were as similar as they were different. It wasn’t his fault that he had found something in Declan over that winter three years ago that he regretted, but he also couldn’t deny. Adam hadn’t done anything wrong back then and faintly, he considered that what he was doing now was the worst betrayal, but he couldn’t stop. It was self-indulgent and comforting, it was appalling and wrong and he could not stop.

Finally, Declan pulled away but he didn’t let go, he leaned heavily into Adam, arms still slung around him as he leaned into his good ear.

“I’ll never forgive myself,” he whispered miserably.

Adam held him close, hugging him tightly, thinking that if he didn’t keep his arms wrapped around him like this, Declan might fall to the ground. His voice hadn’t sounded like this voice and in return, Adam held him in a way he hadn’t held him in years.

The sound of laughter came from outside and Declan stiffened in Adam’s arms but didn’t let go. He stayed there, his breath soft against the side of Adam’s face and down his neck.

“I think it’s good,” Adam murmured, turning his face to speak into Declan’s thick hair. “The guilt. It’s good for us.”

“What?” Declan leaned back, steady on his feet as he peered into Adam’s face but Adam reckoned he was in shadow with his back to the moonlit window so he felt braver as he spoke, keeping the emotion clear of his voice.

“We should feel awful.”

Declan released him with the hint of a shove, jolting Adam into the countertop, causing him to catch his elbow on the stack of plates and they rattled. Declan stood there, his chest rising and falling, a look of disgust and blame on his face until a streak of clouds passed in front of the full moon outside and the darkness crept closer.

“Don’t tell him,” Declan said, a silhouette in the black, his whisper unnecessary and loud. Adam shook his head. He could live with the guilt, could keep it in the rotten part of his heart, drip feeding him poison that would never touch Ronan’s lips.

“This is the last time,” Adam said, though what he wanted and what he needed were two very different things.

Declan agreed with a yeah, or a yes, and then he swore colourfully in a way that reminded Adam of Ronan and then as he left the kitchen, he aimed a kick at a chair that sent it into the wall with a crack.

Adam washed his hands in the sink, letting the cold water fall over his wrists, cooling him and slowing his erratic pulse. He looked out at the moon which had been released from the clouds and it looked back at him like a huge, glowing eye. It had seen everything.

The door opened behind him and the floor creaked in the place he knew it would as someone approached him straight on and then two hands circled Adam’s middle. The smell of woodsmoke again, the familiar pressure of those hands that, for a moment, had him freezing up because until the person holding him spoke, he wasn’t sure which Lynch it was. The absurdity of it made him want to laugh, though he didn’t find it humorous in the least.

“Why’re you washing dishes in the dark?”

Adam shut the water off and tilted his head to one side to let Ronan kiss the side of his neck and his heartbeat, which had only just begun to steady, kicked up its rhythm once more, his body as eager for Ronan as it had been for his brother moments before.

He rolled his neck, leaning his head back on Ronan’s shoulder, squinting towards the glass where the moon continued to watch, painting the scene in silver, catching Adam in his lie, keeping his secret and refusing to look away.

[adamprrishcycle]

can’t wait to see this man tell ronan to shut up in front of all their friends

[adamprrishcycle]

[adamprrishcycle]

so important…..

[adamprrishcycle]

They really said light haired freaks get in the back and look wistful in the sunlight

[adamprrishcycle]

over-psychoanalyzing blorbos is healthy and needed enrichment for the girlies in order to avoid over-psychoanalyzing themselves. like giving a dog a chew toy in order to redirect chewing on its hind legs

[adamprrishcycle]

WE ARE SOO BACK

[adamprrishcycle]

me on august 5th 2025

[adamprrishcycle]

hmm its like I crave some type of eternal and brutal punishment but I'm not exactly sure for what

[adamprrishcycle]

Girls when blue sargent

[adamprrishcycle]

Cell phones on silent and shut your fucking mouths, we’ve seen half of noah czerny’s face

[adamprrishcycle]

We have a cover.

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

(You can preorder a signed copy from One More Page.)

[adamprrishcycle]

really trying to figure out how to draw this bald-headed dude

[adamprrishcycle]

Ronan and Adam

My favorite fic Aluminum Cowboy has already published the third chapter, but I only drew a picture for the second. But better late than never