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I'm Not From Around Here by bluepercy_percyblue
Fandoms: Dreamer Trilogy - Maggie Stiefvater, Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater
20 Dec 2025
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If Adam was a rock, November was a stream: chilly, relentless, eroding him with gentle beauty that didn’t make it to his heart. The weather threatened to expose him for what he truly was; every shiver betrayed him. You’re not from here, his body whispered. You don’t fit here. You can’t last here.
Because neither could Ronan.
Adam asks Ronan to be home for winter break. Ronan isn’t. So Adam spends the holidays without him.
a.k.a. Mister Impossible (Adam’s Version)
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Except Old Man McDentist didn't stand in the doorway when Ronan looked toward it. A very non-geriatric guy did. Youngish, but not young. Maybe early thirties—Ronan's age—or possibly a year older. Two at the most. How long was dental school? Four years? Eight? However long, the guy didn't look like a fresh graduate in his perfectly pressed chinos and light blue collared shirt, a gray quarter-zip fleece layered on top of it with his practice's name and logo embroidered on one side of his chest, his name embroidered on the other.
Adam Parrish, DMD.
It might have been the pain thinking, but Ronan prayed to God that cavities would start rapidly eating away at his teeth, if only so he had more reasons to visit this guy at his office. Gaunt cheeked. Dusty haired. Blue eyed—and shit, they were pretty blue eyes.
Goddamn, he was perfect.
Dr. Parrish.
Dr. Adam Parrish.
And, in a minute or two, Dr. Parrish's hands would be in Ronan's mouth.
It was definitely not the pain talking when Ronan said, "Fuck me."
When Ronan gets three teeth knocked out during a game, he meets the Capitals' new team dentist: Adam Parrish, DMD.
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24 Dec 2025
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dr adam parrish and ice hockey player ronan + lost teeth lol
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Five kisses Adam never saw coming, and one he did.
A collection of missing scenes from before TRB through TRK.
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“I was just about to ask if you would help me retire to my chambers. This place is a maze when you’re not in the right headspace.”
“Ask?” says Will. It’s pointed.
“Something like that,” James says. “You’re a gentleman, aren’t you?” This is even more pointed, honed to an edge that has Will’s eyebrows narrowing very slightly, only enough that James notices because he’d been looking for it. Will’s control over himself is impeccable. James wants to take a stone to it and see how much pressure it can withstand before it fragments.
“Something like that,” echoes Will.
James was raised in Sinclair's drug syndicate. Will is the unpredictable drifter who upends the entire organzation.
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Angel craves for Aki’s touch like it’s the most addictive drug on the Earth. He wants to touch, he wants to feel, he wants to be held.
But he can’t.
Angel can’t touch Aki, because Aki would die, his lifespan is already so short, a simple touch from Angel could quite literally kill him in minutes, seconds even.
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Or where Angel yearns for Aki's touch and Aki yeanrs for his and the entire situation scares the shit out of Angel.