and good evening, noble blade

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Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Pairing: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish

Characters: Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish, Richard Gansey III

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Alternate Universe - Hockey, Tooth Loss, Dentists, Dentistry, Mild Blood, Medical Procedures, Meet Cute, Crush at First Sight, Hockey Player Ronan Lynch,Dentist Adam Parrish, Eventual Smut, Ronan Lynch's Hand Kink

Summary:

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.

[Read Chapter One on AO3.]

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[Read Chapter Two on AO3.]

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[Read Chapter Three on AO3.]

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[Read Chapter Four on AO3.]

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“And here was Ronan, like a heart attack that never stopped.” (The Raven King, Maggie Stiefvater)

Ronan Lynch: Manic, perhaps not pixie, dream boy.

I know the nightwash is more of a thing in the Dreamer Trilogy but it’s so evocative for Ronan. Just finished Blue Lily, Lily Blue in my reread of the original tetralogy and falling in love with everyone all over again.

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Two things I would love to impart on all the new writers flooding AO3 with their brilliant Hollanov fics:

  • & and / are different. One (&) is because they’re frands. The other (/) is because they’re together/getting together/fucking. While you can, you generally don’t need to tag both. The / often implies the &.
  • If they’re not playing hockey, if canon isn’t used as your “base” and then x happens instead of y, it’s not canon divergence. It’s a straight up AU. They work together in a restaurant? AU. They’re teachers (🙂)? AU. Shane’s a priest? AU.

But really, y'all are doing great! Keep it up! You’re killing it! We love to see it!

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Getting hot and heavy in Spittin’ Chiclets land on this WIP Wednesday. 😌

“Jesus shit,” he panted, swallowing hard. He had the front of Adam’s fleece fisted so tightly in his hand he probably could have torn the embroidered Mosaic Dental logo right off Adam’s chest.

“Aren’t you a hockey player?” Adam asked, digging his fingertips into the meat of Ronan’s thighs. “Shouldn’t you have good cardio?”

“Tell me, doctor, how’s cardio supposed to work when I can’t get oxygen?”

“Not that kind of doctor.”

“But I bet you took basic anatomy classes.”

“It’s been a while, but yeah. I did.”

“Then how about you show me what you remember?” It felt like the right thing for Ronan to say. Adam didn’t seem like the type to brag, but with those degrees hanging in his office, he probably liked flexing his intelligence the same way Ronan liked flexing his skills on the ice. Ronan never turned down an opportunity for that. He also wouldn’t turn down an opportunity for Adam to use him for an anatomical refresher.

Which Adam definitely appeared agreeable to, because he ran the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip and flattened his palms against Ronan’s thighs before he asked, “Where do you want me to start?”

“What’s that one muscle called?” Ronan replied as he settled deeper in Adam’s lap, snaking one arm around Adam to drag his fingers through the close-cropped hair at the nape of Adam’s neck. “The really big one?”

Ronan couldn’t have placed that bait more perfectly, and Adam took it exactly like Ronan hoped he would. His nostrils flared a little as he took a deep breath, then Adam skimmed his hands up Ronan’s thighs, across his hips, and around the back of his body. Adam’s fingertips found both sides of Ronan’s ass before his palms, and for a long moment, Adam simply let his hands rest on Ronan’s ass before—finally—allowing himself to squeeze.

“This one?” Adam asked, gaze rising to meet Ronan’s. “The gluteus maximus?”

“Yeah. That one,” Ronan replied, and he ducked his head so his mouth hovered so, so close to Adam’s as he added, “Start there.”

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