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[admdmrtn]

25 (Holi)Days of Wayhaven

DAY 11 - MYTH

pairing | adam x f!detective (edith oshiro) word count | 1090 words warnings | none summary | The brown in them stares back at him, patient, as if waiting for him to remember - to remember her. And try hard as he might, even when he’s done all that he could to ignore, dismiss and erase it, he could never forget her, for so it seems that Edith has always been there, entwined in his heart strings, weaving like she does the silk.

a/n | a very very big thank you to @midmodmar for this lovely commission! it was incredibly great to work with her - she’s so accommodating, sweet and ridiculously talented i mean look at it!!!!!! i’ve been so excited to share this since i got it back but i knew i wanted to write something along with it too. i initially got the idea from this video but because i also wanted to participate in @wayhavenmonthly‘s 25hwh, i thought i’d tweak it accordingly as well! n e ways i hope you like it!!

((and also!!! let me know if you want to be tagged in my posts - i’ll include a tag list from now on for anything that involves a story whether a prompt or a one shot))

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Her body moves gracefully on the silks, fluid in her motion, precise in her execution - a perfected performance.

Void of any distinct emotion, Edith has her eyes closed and her expression calm as she maneuvers herself easily on the light green hammock in accordance to a memorised choreography, the music playing softly in the background. Twisting and turning, and despite being binded, there is liberation in her movements in which the material complies harmoniously as an extension to her being, her limbs working with the restraints rather than giving in to its limitation, thus leaving in its wake an enchanting aerial display.

Adam leans against the doorframe, arms folded and absolutely charmed with the way the detective is able to contort her body so gracefully. His eyebrows shoot up slightly when he watches her do a five feet knee drop before she extends her legs in opposite directions, achieving a split almost effortlessly in mid-air. Edith has more often than not showcased exemplary prowess in combat, and Adam no longer has as much doubt in her capabilities as before, especially not after she’s proven herself through several of their missions. But watching her indulge in a different form of conditioning brings forth an entirely new array of emotions; a mixed bag of wonderment, and awe, and oddly enough, nostalgia.

The song restarts itself - it having been put on loop so that there is no need for Edith to play it again manually each time it finishes - and it’s in that moment that Adam notices the lyrics, the meanings, and the haunting melody that’s encoated along with them.    

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.

Observing her as she begins the routine all over from the beginning, Adam’s focus trains in on the song. He’s not one to listen to the words in a song usually; in fact, he’d rather music without words entirely. But there’s something about this particular track that just trickles fuel to a slow flame of realization - a pot of emotions that’s been brewing for a short while now.

I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.

Upon reopening her eyes, Edith catches sight of Adam almost instantly. She maintains eye contact despite spinning flawlessly in the air, slowly, before she offers him a knowing smile. He ponders briefly what knowledge lies behind those lips, and spares a second if he’d ever brave himself one day to venture beyond them and find out.

And I know it’s true that visions are seldom what they seem. But if I know you—

Edith nods at him, though he is uncertain if she’s merely acknowledging him or beckoning him towards her. Regardless, his feet move instinctively, reacting without question to her siren call. Like a puppet on a string, there is no denying the pull that Adam feels in the space between himself and her, so much so that he can almost hear the begging amidst their silent conversation for that very space to disappear.

I know what you’ll do.

It’s all vaguely similar to him, the act of taking these steps towards her. As though embedded into muscle memory, Adam’s reminded of a far away recollection - whether it be of stories about seeking answers from a fairy queen, the reminiscence of striding into the manor parlour before greeting esteemed guests, or perhaps the distant wishful thinking of walking down the aisle. Whatever it is, it feels right. And his heart, even as it thumps away like a band of marching soldiers, is at the ready in anticipation. In recognition.

You’ll love me at once—

Standing before Edith who hangs upside down, Adam reaches out to steady the hammock, his eyes never leaving hers. The brown in them stares back at him, patient, as if waiting for him to remember - to remember her. And try hard as he might, even when he’s done all that he could to ignore, dismiss and erase it, he could never forget her, for so it seems that Edith has always been there, entwined in his heart strings, weaving like she does the silk.

The way you did once upon a dream..

During the times of Classical Greece, Aristophanes, in echo of his friend Plato, once said, “When a person meets the half that is his very own, something wonderful happens: the two are struck from their sense by love, by a sense of belonging to one another, and by desire, and they don’t want to be separated from one another, not even for a moment.”

All throughout his life - both mortal and immortal - Adam has struggled to decide whether he was agreeable to such a claim. When he was younger, once upon a bedtime story, his mother had always made sure to remind him that one day, in the near future, he’ll meet someone who would undoubtedly make him understand - make him see that the myth isn’t a mere myth. And in those younger days, he was more susceptible to believing her words, occasionally meeting with a stranger whenever they visited in his dreams.

As a young knight however, he began spending too much time in the company of pleasure to consider the idea of monogamy; of dedicating himself to only one person. At the time, marriage and courtly love were two complete dichotomies anyway - where neither one could indefinitely put a stop on the other. “So why bother?”, his greedy self had asked arrogantly. And it was only after he was turned that things were put into perspective, one in which he remains unsure if he regrets or is relieved by. If there was anything, he was at least certain that the idea of having someone accepting him wholeheartedly as his other half vanished entirely. Or almost entirely.

He wasn’t sure exactly what it was that he felt when he, along with the rest of Unit Bravo, encountered Edith for the first time outside the abandoned warehouse. He didn’t notice it then, but when she pulled the trigger and shot him in the shoulder, it wasn’t anger or hatred that settled deep in his guts, no. Rather, it was as if his entire body heaved a long sigh of relief, exhaling a breath that’s been held in for far too long. Even as he bandaged himself later that night, it was attraction that fluttered in his chest instead of repulsion; and it was the first time in a millennia that he'd heard his mother’s voice again.

“You’ll know when.”

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tags | @katbee​ @losingface​

#25hwh #25 (holi)days of wayhaven #twc fic #the wayhaven chronicles #commission #a du mortain #detective edith oshiro #edam #long post

[kira-l20]

Soon

This is my first ever TWC fanfic. I hope you enjoy reading it 😊

Pairing: Nate Sewell x f!detective (Kira Langford)

Word count: 1600

Summary: Nate and the detective discuss their need for some alone time

Rating: Mature. Sexual references, nothing overly graphic

Prompt: 25 Holi(days) of Wayhaven Day 9; Hands (@wayhavenmonthly)

Kira walked towards the sofa as the rest of Unit Bravo left the warehouse living room. After an intense meeting with the team, she’d decided to have a quiet few minutes before making her way back to the station and the pile of paperwork she had been putting off all week. She heard the door click shut behind her and stopped in her tracks.

She may not have special abilities like the team of vampires, but she felt as though she could sense when they were near, especially the one who had captured her heart.

She slowly turned on the spot to find that Nate had remained in the room with her. A smile lit up his face as her eyes met his.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, silently praying that he had stayed behind just to spend time with her.

Their moments together were far more brief than she would have liked. Working with the agency and still having to do her job at the station left her with little free time and Nate seemed to be constantly on the clock.

“Yes, everything is fine. I just wanted to spend a couple of minutes with you before you left.” He flashed her a warm smile, which instantly gave her butterflies.

Every time she laid eyes on him something ignited within her. He was so damn attractive, but he was also the kindest, sweetest man she had ever met.

She was so unbelievably happy that they were together, but she craved time alone with him—intimate time alone.

Nate was an old fashioned gentleman and she knew he would want things to be perfect for the occasion. A quicky in a darkened corner of the warehouse just wouldn’t cut it, not for their first time at least.

They had been together for a few months now, so she was a little frustrated that they hadn’t had that intimacy yet. But she knew Nate well enough to know he would definitely make it worth the wait.

She smiled back at him. “I wish it was more than just a couple of minutes though. We never seem to have enough time alone.”

He nodded in agreement. “I know. But I promise you, we will have some time alone soon. I’ll make sure of it.”

A rush of excitement coursed through her at the thought they may be taking their relationship to the next level soon.

She let her eyes travel to his lips before trailing down to his chest. She caught a glimpse of his bare skin, where his top couple of buttons were undone and wished that she could just rip his shirt off, exposing his flesh to her. She longed to see every inch of him.

Her eyes moved back up to his face to find him smirking at her.

“I wish I knew exactly what you were thinking right now Kira, your heart rate just increased rather rapidly.”

She frowned at him, unsure how to feel about him listening to her like that. His expression quickly changed to regret.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just find it very hard to switch off from you. Everything about you overwhelms my senses…I sometimes forget how weird it must sound to you. I don’t want you to feel like I’m invading your privacy.” He remained where he stood, waiting for her to reply.

Hearing him talk about her like that reminded her of how unusual their relationship was. He wasn’t just a typical man, her boyfriend was a vampire. His abilities were part of who he was and there was no way she wanted him to feel like he had to hide such things from her.

“It’s okay,” she said with a smile. “I know you can’t help being able to hear me like that. To be honest, it does feel a bit weird that the others have that ability as well. But, when it comes to you, I really don’t mind it so much.”

Nate smiled at her in relief and closed the gap between them. He placed his hands on either side of her face, gently rubbing his thumbs on her cheeks. The contact instantly sent a warm tingly feeling throughout her entire body. “I think the others are probably better at muting you, so to speak. But, I find it near impossible to not be completely consumed by you.”

She stared into his eyes, heart pounding in her chest. Reaching up, she tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled his lips down to meet hers in a passionate kiss. She pressed her body hard against his as their tongues swirled together.

After a few moments, the kiss slowed to a stop and they pressed their foreheads together, both breathing heavily.

Kira lowered her hands, until they came to rest on the back of Nate’s neck. “You have no idea what you do to me Nate,” she said with a shuddery breath.

“Oh, I think I have some idea,” he replied as he inhaled deeply through his nose.

“Are you sniffing me?” she asked with a giggle.

“I was just trying to catch my breath. But I may have inhaled a little longer than necessary. Your scent is intoxicating to me at the best of times. But when you’re…excited, well it becomes indescribable. I can’t get enough of you Kira.”

He looked down at her with an expression so intense and full of desire, that it seemed almost as though she were completely bare before him.

He let his hands glide down her back before moving them back up under her shirt. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as soon as he made contact.

She slowly moved her hands down his chest, stopping at his waistband. She slid her fingers along the edge of the fabric, gently scraped his skin with her nails. His body twitched from the sensation and the fabric of his trousers became visibly more strained.

She looked back up at his face and swallowed hard. “Nate, I really want t—”

Just then the door swung open and in came Felix.

“Oh. Am I interrupting something here?” He didn’t even try to hide his amusement.

Kira’s initial reaction was to spring apart from Nate, but his hold remained on her. He clearly wasn’t ready for the moment to be over.

“Haven’t you heard of knocking Felix?” Nate asked, plainly irritated by the interruption.

“Sorry I didn’t realise you two would be…doing whatever you were doing.” His smile was infectious and Kira struggled to hold back her own smile, not wanting to annoy Nate who was still glaring at his friend.

“What was it that you were after Felix?” Nate asked bluntly. His grip on Kira loosened as he turned to face Felix.

“Adam sent me to see what was taking you so long,” he smirked.

Nate rolled his eyes. Then let out a long sigh, while pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yes because heaven forbid I should be left to say goodbye to my girlfriend, without being interrupted.”

Her heart skipped a beat on hearing him call her that. She still found it hard to believe how lucky she was to be with him.

“I don’t know why you two punish yourselves like this. You definitely need a steamy night together to break through this tension that constantly surrounds you. We’d all be ever so grateful,” Felix teased.

“Felix, don’t you think that’s a bit inappropriate. I don’t want you to make Kira feel uncomfortable.”

“Don’t worry Natey. Our lovely Kira here knows I’m just trying to wind you up.” He turned to her and gave her a wink.

She loved watching the interactions between the vampires. Even though the current subject was her sex life, or lack of, she couldnt help but smile back at Felix. She had nothing but affection for the youngest of the vampires, they had struck up quite the friendship over the past few months.

“Can you give us a minute please Felix,” Nate requested, accepting that he needed to leave and meet with the others.

“If that’s all you need, I think Kira will be left feeling a bit disappointed,” he replied, flashing a smile.

Nate raised his eyebrows at him and he made towards the door, knowing that was his final warning, though a playful smirk still remained on his lips as he exited the room.

Nate wrapped his arms back around Kira’s waist. “I’m so sorry I have to leave. I really don’t want to,” he said, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“It’s okay, I really should head back to the station anyway.” They looked into each others eyes, neither wanting to be the first to break away from the other.

“I don’t know how you do it Nate, but just a few moments with you, takes me hours to recover from,” she said with a tantalising smile.

Nate’s eyes widened. “Well imagine how you would feel after several hours alone…or a whole night.”

“I’d probably need to be hospitalised,” she chuckled, before cringing. “Oh no, that sounded so wrong.”

Nate’s deep laughter reverberated around the room. “Don’t worry Kira. I will make sure we allow plenty of time to…recover.” He kissed her softly on the lips. “I meant it when I said I wanted to know every detail of you. And I truly can’t wait.”

He stepped away from her to leave, but not before placing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. “I’ll see you soon.”

She watched him leave the room, knowing she would be unable to think of anything but him for the rest of the day. As so often was the case.

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#the wayhaven chronicles #nate sewell #twc nate #nate x mc #nate x detective #n sewell #nathaniel sewell #twc fanfic #twc #25HWH #25 Holi(days) of Wayhaven

[lilyoffandoms]

Wayhaven Drabble - Mason x Jason

Based on #5 (cold) from @wayhavenmonthly’s December list.

Edit: Originally this was written using Milo, @/dreamingambereyes detective. Given what little I was able to piece together about this person’s recent and ongoing behavior, I decided to rewrite this for myself.

Warnings: This is Mason we are talking about. It definitely hints at spicy. So I’m tagging it nsft.

He stomped his feet trying to bring some feeling back into them where he stood. It was a scouting mission, nothing more. Easy, he had thought. Easy and freezing, was more like it. He blew warm breath into his gloves hands.

I’m going to lose feeling soon. Where’s Mason when you need him?

As if on cue, Mason slid up beside him.

He seems to have that ability lately. To sense when I’m thinking about him. Wonder if there’s more to those vampire senses than they are letting on?

Jason mused to himself until Mason drew him from those thoughts by stepping closer. Close enough that Jason’s arm was now touching his shoulder. Warmth seeping from Mason’s arm to Jason’s. And another warmth crawled across him. Pleasant shivers not at all from cold spread throughout his body. Entirley brought on by Mason’s presence.

“How’s it going, sweetheart,” Mason purred. Breath whispering warm across Jason’s neck as he leaned in towards him.

“Now that you are here, I’d say things are going according to plan,” Jason smirked and a shiver of cold ran through him as the breeze picked up.

“Need me to warm you up?” Mason smirked.

“Because what you have in mind will definitely warm me up instead of freezing off more than my toes.” Jason teased.

Mason barked out a laugh, “While I appreciate your thoughts in the gutter around me, that’s not what I had in mind. At least not right now.” His smirk grew as he actually managed to get a slight blush from Jason.

Mason pulled him into his warm embrace. Wrapping his coat around Jason as he did.

“Can’t have you freezing off any of those gorgeous parts now can we?”

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TWC Tag: @amlovelies @morgans-ass-freckles @vienocalledmebuddy

Male/NB Mason Tag: @veeples

#the wayhaven chronicles #mason x detective #specialist agent mason #agent mason #twc #m!detective x mason #my drabble #hints at mason level spicy so #nsft #scheduled #25HWH #i like to live dangerously and so do not edit so pardon any mistakes #25 (holi)days of wayhaven

[gloynporslen]

Day Twenty-Four: Mistletoe

💕 link to a most amazing sosolenoo commission done for the ending of this fic 💕

Pairing: f!Detective (Leina Lin) and m!N (Nate Sewell)

Note: So here it is! The final piece for December, for the 25 (holi)days of Wayhaven, and for 2020 as a whole! Once more with Lori, this got a lot longer than I originally anticipated and took me far longer than planned - BUT I did the thing! This marks my completing every day/piece I chose to do in a monthly event for the first time! And that, I'm proud of. 😊

Tagging: all these wonderful darlings (please feel free to change your minds at any time, it's never, ever an issue to untag you) @lilyoffandoms @smalltowndetective @sosolenoo @pearlsandsteel

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“Oh, Farah~?”

Lori’s melodious voice floats down the hall in a cheery singsong. The team had heard her approach, the scheduled meeting with herself and Rebecca meaning her arrival had already been anticipated, but her calling for Farah specifically was interesting, drawing their waiting attention to the door. Close friends though they were, usually her first priority was Nate; something Farah completely understood and happily teased them both for. Lori doesn’t even flinch as she enters to their questioning stares, the bright smile on her face not dimming a bit as she makes a beeline for Farah, hands carefully clasped to hide their contents.

“Yes?” 

Farah’s reply is oddly hesitant, confusion furrowing her brow despite the smile on her face. The confusion only increasing when Lori stops in front of her with a puckish smirk.

“Tell me, sweetie… have you ever been informed of mistletoe?”

The moment the word leaves her lips the situation dawns on the other three vampires; Adam’s eyes go wide, Morgan chuckles, and Nate hides a smile behind his hand. Farah remains confused.

“Hmmm, nope.” She answers happily, curiosity beginning to spark in her eyes. “Should I know what it is or…?”

Adam opens his mouth, ready to protest, but Nate places his hand upon his arm to stop him. Lori’s attention briefly flickers to the two men, Nate appearing to have won whatever silent debate the two were having much to Adam’s disapproval, before she refocuses on her dear friend.

“Well, you see there’s a whole 'history tradition' thing, but that’s not important.” She waves her hand flippantly, though over her shoulder Nate briefly looks like he wants to disagree with her dismissal. Before he gets the chance, she opens her hands to show Farah the little sprig of mistletoe. “The important bit is that this is a special plant that requires whoever’s underneath it together to kiss.”

Farah excitedly catches on, both their eyes sparkling with a shared sense of mischief as Adam levels Nate with a disapproving look for allowing whatever chaos is about to ensue.

“But wait, why have you got it here?” she questions. “I mean I love our family, don’t get me wrong, but not that kind of love – that’s better saved for you and Natey right?”

Lori laughs at the wink Farah throws her at the end, returning it with one of her own.

“Oh trust me, Nate is already well aware of the special kisses he’ll be getting later.”

Farah and Morgan chuckle at the obvious implication in her sultry tone while Nate coughs and refuses to meet any of their eyes, the flush on his cheeks accentuating the smile he tries to hide.

“But… you are correct to question my bringing it here. For you see, my dear Miss Hauville, mistletoe kisses aren’t just for couples.” She pauses dramatically. “They’re for friends and family too.”

Morgan raises an eyebrow from her spot in the corner. Nate studiously avoids the suspicious glower Adam directs his way. And a renewed realisation dawns on Farah, her smile brightening as Lori raises the mistletoe between them both.

“So…” she drawls, pointing to her cheek. “May I have a kiss, sweetie?”

Farah laughs happily, drawing her into a hug before readily placing a sweet kiss on her check. Lori smiles and returns the kiss with one of her own.

“I quite like this mistletoe thing.” She laughs, giving Lori a squeeze before letting her go to bounce her way over to Morgan, who watches her approach with a faint mixture of amusement and disbelief.

“Me too.” Lori tosses a quick wink back at Farah with a laugh of her own. Fluttering her lashes, she raises the mistletoe between herself and Morgan. “Spare a kiss for your favourite Detective, Miss…” she falters for a moment, biting her lip as she briefly thinks. “Sparks?”

Morgan laughs, running her thumb across her bottom lip to draw Lori’s attention to the deep red lipstick she wears.

“You sure that’s a good idea, Princess?”

Lori doesn’t even pretend to think about it.

“We’re under the mistletoe” she argues; as if it’s an irrefutable, unchangeable fact despite her being in control of said plant. “It’s tradition and so we have to.”

Morgan shakes her head with an amused chuckle, subtly looking over to Nate to confirm his comfort. Nate easily nods a go-ahead, the soft smile on his face broadcasting his obvious amusement with the situation. A bright giggle rings out when Morgan, having gotten her approval, pulls Lori in by her waist, pressing a single, chaste kiss to her cheek. Lori returns the favour, whispering a thanks by her ear before pulling away. They share a smile before Lori turns away, facing Adam with a glint in her eyes.

“No.”

He takes a step back when she takes a step forwards, the resulting chuckles from the team bringing a flush to his pale skin that only makes them all chuckle more. Lori smirks, the deep blue of her eyes suddenly darker than he recalled and bringing to mind thoughts of a remarkably dangerous ocean, but before she has a chance to act any further the door swings open with Rebecca’s arrival. Rebecca is momentarily confused by the sudden attention, even more so by the flustered state of her commanding agent – her confusion very quickly turns to amusement when she spots the lipstick mark on her daughter’s cheek and the sprig of mistletoe in her hand.

“Ah, I see someone’s having fun this afternoon.”

Lori lets out a happy trill as she skips over to her mother. Rebecca welcomes her with a smile, laughing softly when her daughter holds the mistletoe above them both with a smile of her own. Rebecca cups her unadorned cheek, stroking the skin gently with her thumb, before leaning in to place a kiss on her forehead. Lori nuzzles their noses together affectionately in return, causing Rebecca to scrunch up hers with a soft laugh. She dutifully avoids the team’s gazes, a faint blush on her cheeks, as she calmly walks over to the desk to begin setting down and sorting the files to discuss. Lori, having checked another off her list turns back to Adam with a renewed smirk. The warmth that had been in his eyes watching her with Rebecca freezes instantly.

“I repeat, Detective, no.”

Lori pouts, crocodile tears beginning to well up in her eyes as she heads over to Nate. He freely takes her into his arms, her own coming to wrap around his middle as she buries her face in his chest.

“Adam’s being mean.” 

Lori’s muffled whine makes Nate chuckle – Adam, still flushing, simply rolls his eyes.

“Oh, Adam’s being mean? Not you who hasn’t even used her mistletoe powers on her own boyfriend?”

She pulls away, hiding a giggle behind her hand before levelling him with as serious an expression as she can muster.

“Now darling,” she teases. “You know I would but unfortunately my little arms can only reach so high.” He laughs at her teasing, gently removing the mistletoe from her to hold it over the two of them.

“And how about now, my dear heart?”

She presses a finger to her lips, humming thoughtfully and pretending to think on his proposal. Finally, she wraps her arms around his neck with a smile, pulling him closer.

“That works.”

His arms pull her closer still, resting his forehead briefly against hers as he allows her to capture his lips with her own. They both melt into the kiss, Farah’s awing in the background going completely unnoticed. She sighs happily at the extra parting kiss he places on her cheek while he hands the mistletoe back to her. A sudden thought clearly crosses her mind, but he doesn’t get a chance to question it before she speaks.

“You know… you’re now the only one here who hasn’t given me a mistletoe kiss.”

Nate sighs at her switch in attention, preparing to intervene when she levels a challenging look over to Adam; he tenses and glowers back at her. Lori smirks, disentangling herself from Nate’s arms and stalking over towards him with a sway in her hips that Adam pointedly attempts to ignore, disapproval in his glare. She comes to a stop in front of him, looking up through her lashes with an examining gaze; the mistletoe, not raised, but held securely by her side. Tense and unamused is a normal look for Adam, especially around her, but the eyes subtly darting around to the rest of the team and the ever-rising flush across his face? It doesn’t feel like it normally does when she riles him up. It’s more than just frustration, more than embarrassment… it’s discomfort. She rests her hand on his arm, drawing his full attention down towards her as she leans closer. He tenses even further, eyeing her with suspicion, but he allows her to speak regardless.

“If it truly bothers you, I’ll stop.”

She meets his gaze with an unwavering solemnity, the playful glint the deep blue normally holds no longer present. A genuine seriousness is set firm in her expression, no traces of teasing or traps to be found. His tension drops a level at the sight; the sudden shift in her tone surprises him, it always does when Lori drops her cheer to slip into the more sedate Dr. Leina Lin, but in this case it is a shift he appreciates. He swallows to wet his throat enough to give a simple reply in addition to an appreciative nod.

“Please.”

She nods at the clipped reply, instantly turning away to place the mistletoe on the desk by her mother with no further commentary. He sends her a small smile of gratitude; one she readily returns with her own smile of understanding. No one can be mad the fun’s over, the rare moment of mutual amiable regard far too nice to be upset by. Clearing her throat to draw the attention, Rebecca begins the meeting properly.

The meeting itself was perfectly uneventful; information was shared, and discussions were had.

After her mother left, the team continued to discuss the meeting, though Lori and Farah didn’t manage to stay on track for very long once Rebecca’s presence had gone. It didn’t take much to convince Adam to end their meeting after that, dismissing Farah and Morgan with likely important tasks that Lori will later sheepishly admit she didn’t listen to. 

Lori sat on the arm of the chair, resting her chin on her hand as she blew a strand of her hair in boredom. Nate had been held behind to talk to Adam, and while she was happy to wait, as evidenced by her continued presence, she was also nothing if not impatient. She hummed thoughtfully as she observed them, Adam less closed off than usual clearly discussing something he felt needed to be done with a genuine openness, and her dear Nate barely attempting to hide his smile behind his hand – it reassured her slightly to know he wasn’t being held back to discuss something negative, at least. Her musing was interrupted by a summons, Adam beckoning her over to the desk with little preamble. Both men shake their head with amusement as she groaned, dragging her feet towards them, the mutterings under her breath a mixture of languages that quickly become indistinguishable. She looks up at the commanding agent with a pout and one eyebrow raised with apparent disinterest. She suddenly freezes when she feels his lips upon her cheek, her eyes widening in shock having not even registered his bending down. The light touch is brief, but long enough to send her completely reeling in confusion. She can barely stutter out a word, her fingers already reaching up to touch the spot he kissed, before he lets a chuckle slip.

“Happy Holidays, Dr. Lin.”

She dazedly takes the mistletoe he places in her hand, not noticing his smug smile as he walks off. Nate can only laugh as he watches the surprise on Lori’s face change into a bright beaming smile, the mistletoe clutched tightly to her chest. She bounces on her heels, her face entirely lit up, as she turns to address him.

“He’s totally warming up to me, right?”

Nate draws her into his arms, still laughing at the sheer joy he doubts she even realises is in her voice.

“You most certainly are both warming up to each other, yes.” he answers fondly, placing a soft peck to the top her head. She lets out a happy giggle, snuggling further into his embrace, while down the hallway Adam chuckles to himself at the overheard conversation, a soft smile upon his own face.

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So here it is, and the curtain is drawn on my writing this year. I hope I can continue to write next year too 😊

Thank you very much if you've made it this far! I hope it wasn't too much of a chore! Thank you, truly, for your time 💕

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#the wayhaven chronicles #25 (holi)days of wayhaven #25hwh #lori lin #and we're going out with a bang and plenty of kisses! #all the smoochies for my incredibly affectionate girl #it's what she deserves 😌 #porslenwritessometimes

[wayhavenmonthly]

a little late but here’s a 25 (Holi)days of Wayhaven banner if anyone would like to add it to their fics!

would you guys want us to post a banner like this for each prompt list?

#twc #monthly prompt list #25 (holi)days of wayhaven #25hwh #prompt list #prompt list banner #banner #tumblr banner #Agent T

[babycracker]

Change of plans!! All 31 of the 25HWH prompts have been posted on AO3 here.

#twc fic #chapter update #25HWH #25 (holi)days of wayhaven

[handsomesunshine]

25 (Holi)Days of Wayhaven Day 9: Hands

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@wayhavenmonthly

It might have just been a small detail, but Xing often spent time looking at the other’s hands.

Adam’s hands were large, much larger than his own. They were rough and calloused, a testament to over 900 years of hard work. On the occasions that X actually got him to hold his hand, he found that his hand was always completely overshadowed by Adam’s— and yet he always held his hand so gently, as if he was worried that he would break it simply by holding it. Those same hands that were capable of breaking anything they held were also capable of incredibly soft touches and gestures; barely-there caresses and gentle, lingering touches that seemed to light his whole body aflame from a single point of contact.

Nate’s hands were equally large, long fingers making them look slightly disproportionate, though they matched the rest of his equally gangly body. His hands were soft, and his nails well-manicured— a true testament to how Nate took care of himself, if only on the surface level. When he held X’s hand, he was constantly tracing small circles onto the back of it, both restless and reassuring— just like him. He was equally romantic and hesitant, unsure of himself and yet still incredibly willing to give everything he had to him.

Mason’s hands were not as large as the other two, but they were still much larger than X’s. His hands were rough, and X felt sure that if he were human, they would be covered in scars. His nails were short, but messy— cut for convenience and utility rather than aesthetics. When he held hands, it was almost awkward— it seemed almost painfully obvious that he wasn’t used to this sort of thing, and didn’t know how to handle gentle intimacy. He was so used to being rough around the edges, both literally and figuratively. The softness of love was something foreign to him, yet something he obviously appreciated all the same.

Felix’s hands were much smaller than the other three, to the point of almost being the same size as X’s. His nails were always covered in some sort of bright nail polish, slightly chipped due to his constant activity. He approached hand-holding with the same reckless enthusiasm that he approached everything else with; squeezing X’s hand just a little too hard on some occasions, constantly fidgeting and moving around due to his pure excitement at having someone he loved. He was pure joy, especially when it came to how completely and totally he loved.

It was amazing how something as simple as their hands could highlight the difference between each of the members of Unit Bravo. But then again, they were each incredibly complex people, and X was able to find beauty in every part of them, no matter how small.

#specialist agent m #a du mortain #f hauville #felix hauville #adam du mortain #n sewell #nathaniel sewell #nate sewell #specialist agent mason #25 (holi)days of wayhaven #25hwh #Wayhaven monthly

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[lilyoffandoms]

Wayhaven Drabble - Love Triangle

Based on #6 (gentle) from @wayhavenmonthly’s December list.

I don’t know why gentle led me here but I blame that LT demo. I’m sorry, okay!?

All the gentle soft touches pleasant caresses upon their skin. A delighting pleasure to the giver and receiver A stab of pain to the other.

All the gentle longing kisses placed upon their face. A delicious taste to the giver and receiver An ache of pain to the other. 

All the gentle tender words music upon their ears. A song of joy to the giver and receiver. A stab of reminding of what the other lost.

All the gentle soft almost touches tingling caresses in the air above their skin. A regretful hope of what could be to the giver and almost receiver. A small twinge of questioning from the other.

All the gentle longing almost looks roaming across their face. An apology for what they could taste to the giver and almost receiver. A touch of concern in the heart of the other.

All the gentle tender almost words whispered - yet seen - and unheard by ears. A heartbreaking ache for what can never be spoken to the giver and almost receiver. A nagging feeling of what yet may come to the other.

All the gentle ways to rip apart. To rip apart a single heart. To tear apart a couple. To split apart the three. Gently cleaving each other asunder.

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TWC Tag: @amlovelies @vienocalledmebuddy @morgans-ass-freckles

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc love triangle #twc #twc lt #my drabble #25HWH #25 (holi)days of wayhaven #i’m kinda obsessed with this route and how much it hurts #god the pain is just too good #next demo when?! #i like to live dangerously and do not edit so pardon any mistakes #scheduled

[gloynporslen]

So I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to try the brilliant WayhavenMonthly's (holi)days of Wayhaven for December. I set myself a goal of 200 words approximately per day/prompt... Now here I am, 8 days later with over 2000 words and a massive piece for the very first prompt 😂

Day One: Morning

Pairing: F!detective (Leina Lin) X N (Nate Sewell)

Note: This is my first time ever properly writing any of UB, so please go easy on me. I'm so sorry if it's terribly wrong in terms of characterisation 😂

Tagging: @lilyoffandoms because you're a sweetheart and requested it, I'm only sorry it took me this long 💕

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Lorelei is not a morning person on her days off. Fact #1.

Lorelei hates work meetings. Fact #2.

Lorelei therefore believes morning work meetings on her day off were deliberately created to spite her as some form of punishment. The only upside in her mind, and the only reason she deigned to arrive earlier than 5 minutes before the meeting time itself, being the prospect of stealing away some time with Nate. The wistful smile that always finds its way to her lips at the thought of Nate is quickly swept away as she steps out of her car. A small shiver runs down her spine while she locks Sterling up, the leggings she wears under her dress in Winter doing very little to keep out the ever increasing cold. She goes to wrap her scarf tighter around her neck as she begins to make her way inside but stops mid action in surprise at the sight of Morgan leaning in the entryway.

“Oh! Good morning! It’s rather chilly for you to be out here, isn’t it?”

“A girl can’t enjoy a cigarette outside?”

Lori raises an eyebrow, her eyes scanning Morgan from head to toe at the question. It’d been growing ever rarer for her to be greeted by Morgan whenever she arrived at the warehouse, the Winter’s cold starting to keep the vampire closer to an indoor ashtray rather than encourage her to be outside.

“You’re literally shaking.”

Morgan rolls her eyes, brushing the observation off with an only slightly shaky shrug.

“Eh, I was pretty much ordered out here by Nate.”

“And you’re always so good at following orders,” Lori quips, sarcasm heavy in her voice.

Morgan simply raises her cigarette to her mouth once more as she gives a one-word reply.

“Exactly.”

Morgan smiles behind her hand at the amused laugh the simple response got. The smile quickly fades but her eyes still soften as Lori turns to look up at her through fluttering lashes, preparing to fish for information.

“Speaking of my tall, dark, handsome reason for being here though-“

“-You mean you’re here just for him and not to annoy the rest of us? I’m wounded and rather jealous, Detective.”

The sarcastic tease hits its mark, with Lori picking up the energy and happily running with it. She places her hand upon her chest, affecting a remorseful expression and tone of voice.

“Unfortunately, no, I’m not here for you, Specialist Agent. At least not this early. But you are graced with my presence for a brief amount of time as consolation.” She takes a small bow, a smug smile upon her lips. “You’re welcome.”

The amused laugh Lori receives causes her smile to soften into a more genuine one; she still always considers it a victory when Morgan laughs with her not at her. But the moment can only last so long, the desire to see Nate clawing increasingly at the back of her mind and demanding to be noticed.

“Seriously though, Morgan, do you know where he is?”

Morgan takes a slow drag of her cigarette, offering a question instead of the answer she was hoping for.

“Think, Princess, where’s he usually?”

Lorelei stops to think for a moment; it’s their home, he very well could be anywhere… but a safe bet is usually - “The library?”

Morgan shrugs in response. “Good a place as any to check, right?”

“Right.” Lori gives her a bright smile and a small wave, which is stoically returned, before taking off into the warehouse, calling back a quick “Thanks, Sparks.” as she goes.

Morgan leans back against the wall once more after watching her leave, shaking her head as she smirks around her cigarette.

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“Farah?”

Of all the people Lori expected to see in the library, Farah was the most surprising. At least with Morgan the argument could be made for her enjoying the peace.

“Lori!”

Farah looks up from the book on her lap with fake surprise, as if she hadn’t obviously heard her coming down the corridor, before leaping up off her perch on the table corner to run to sweep Lori up in a hug. Lori laughs brightly as she hugs back just as tightly.

“Good morning to you too, but what on earth are you willingly doing down here? Is Nate with you?”

Farah barely steps out of the embrace, though her hand moves to fidget with a few of her loose curls.

“Oh, uh, yeah, Nate was totally here. Not long ago. You just missed him, actually, but I’m here! And even in a boring place like this, we can totally find something fun to do, right?”

While normally Lori’d be happy to spend time with the young vampire, a ‘girl’s hangout’ was not her original plan, and she’s nothing if not determined to see her original plan through. She’s pretty sure even Farah herself knows how suspicious her nervous response was too, but she doesn’t point it out, simply offering a warm smile at her flustering.

“Sweetie, you know it’s always fun when it’s the two of us.” She winks with the statement, causing both women to giggle. “But I really was hoping to get to see Nate.”

Farah sighs dramatically, but a teasing spark lights up her golden eyes.

“Can’t keep away from our Agent Suavewell, eh?”

Lori laughs, shrugging casually as she readily admits to the truth of the light-hearted accusation.

“What can I say, I’m a simple girl with simple desires.”

Farah lowers her voice conspiratorially, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“That desire being Natey?”

Lori lowers her voice to match, the undertone of sensuality coming naturally even as they joke.

“Oh, that desire definitely being Nate.”

They briefly lose themselves to a round of giggles; the knowledge that the man in question would have likely only sighed with resignation amusing them both even more.

“But really, Farah.” Lori says, bringing them both back to seriousness. “I’ve been dragged out of bed on my day off, the one day I’m not a morning person, to have a team meeting. I just really, really want to see my boyfriend before then.”

Lori accentuated her pleading with a beseeching pout, fluttering her lashes to emphasize her sparkling blue eyes even though Farah refused to meet them with her own.

“So, if you know where he’s gone…?” she trailed off, the sheer force of begging in her tone encouraging Farah to finally meet her gaze; a decision she quickly regretted. Farah groaned, instantly covering her eyes to avoid the persuasive pleading in her eyes, the childlike pout that remained on her lips only adding to the pressure.

“You know exactly how powerful you are, don’t you Lori? Poor Nate must be powerless.”

Lori’s pout melted into a smug smile before she could stop it, though she quickly regained her pout with another flutter of her lashes when Farah opened her eyes.

“Pleeeeeease, Farah? Any ideas at all?”

“I…” Lori had to admit it was actually rather amusing to watch Farah’s eyes dart around so rapidly, desperately trying to think of any answer other than the one she clearly didn’t want to share. “Have you… checked the living room? Yeah that’s a good idea, you should check the living room. I’m sure that, no no, I’m positive that you should go check the living room.”

Lori sighed as she ceased her pleading, offering the harried vampire an understanding smile. It was obviously more of a guess than anything else but while teasing was fun, tormenting was not, and she’d already put enough stress on her dear friend. Whether she did have any real idea where Nate was or not, Lori’d take the suggestion she gave.

“Thank you. I promise, promise, promise we’ll get to hang out another time.”

She pulled Farah back in for another clinging hug, one that was happily returned, before setting off to her next destination.

“I’ll hold you to that, Lori.”

She laughed at Farah’s yell, turning back only to wave with an affectionate smile, not hearing the whisper that followed.

“Assuming you’re not super mad at me, of course.”

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“Oh, she is going to pay.”

It had been a good while of Lorelei simply standing in the doorway, silently glaring at Adam who sat reading some book she didn’t care to name, before she finally offered words to the peaceful room.

“Always a pleasure to see you too, Detective.”

Lori scoffed, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms.

“I’m not stupid, you know.” Adam raised an eyebrow, turning the page and continuing to read – though they both knew he was listening to every word. “At this point I’ve more than realised you’re all sending me on some weird vampire goose chase. What I don’t know, is why.”

He hummed thoughtfully, closing the book and meeting her unamused gaze with far too much mirth for her liking.

“Did it not cross your mind, Detective, that perhaps we all simply wanted to say ‘good morning’ to you personally?”

She rolls her eyes once more, but plasters on a sugary sweet smile all the same. Her voice takes on the same tone when she places her hand to her chest and flutters her lashes at him.

“Why, good morning, Commanding Agent du Mortain. I do trust it has been most relaxing and pleasant for you. But perchance, if I may now ask… Where’s my boyfriend and why are you hiding him from me?”

The laugh she received was… unexpected to say the least. Normally any quips she threw his way, friendly or otherwise, were met with stoicism or annoyance. It was rare to see the man with a smile, let alone one that showed off dimples he’d apparently been hiding - doubly so to see one caused by her. (She’d later deny the streak of pride that flushed through her at the realisation she’d caused that.)

The smile remains as he responds simply, “He’s in the kitchen.”

Her eyes narrow with unveiled suspicion, causing him to bite back another laugh.

“I feel I’ve done my part in something I initially desired nothing to do with. Therefore, I have no reason to lie to you, Leina.” He openly explained.

Her eyes remained narrowed as she gave a contemplative hum; she couldn’t sense any deception coming from him, and Adam had always been fairly easy for her to read. She finally nods in apparent satisfaction before twirling around to walk away.

“I’ll be right back if he’s not there, just so you know.” she calls back as she lets the door shut behind her.

Adam chuckles softly, returning to his reading with (what he’d later deny is) a fond smile still upon his lips.

“I don’t doubt it, Detective.”

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He hears her before he sees her; the heartbeat he has sealed in his memory growing louder as her footsteps draw closer instantly bringing a natural smile to his face, despite her arrival coming sooner than planned.

“Nate, dearest, are you actually in here? Because the only team member left is my mum, and quite frankly if Adam’s sent me to her I’m going to shoot him.”

The cheery tone with which she delivers her empty threat makes him chuckle.

“You most certainly would not and we both know it.”

Her bright answering laugh lights up the room as she finally enters, easily stepping into his arms as if she belonged there before tilting her head upwards for a greeting kiss he is more than happy to provide.

“Though I confess, you have me curious now.” He teases, rubbing gentle circles into the small of her back. “How exactly would you have explained that greeting to your mother, had I not been here?”

“She’s my mother and she’s met Adam, she’d understand.” Her flippant response gradually trails off into a softly spoken question. “Nate, what’s all this?”

The table in front of her has been laid out beautifully with a small centrepiece of tulips amidst a myriad of enticing dishes on display; even a charming teapot sits ready between two cups. Distantly she can hear, and smell, something continuing to cook, but it fades into the background in the face of what’s already before her.

“It’s breakfast, for us. Though we certainly don’t have to get through it all,” he laughs. “You mentioned your intent to show up early so I was trying to surprise you. We haven’t had much of a chance to enjoy each other’s company lately so I thought we could steal a few moments this morning before the meeting. Unless-”

“I’d love to.”

She cuts him off immediately, the awe in her delicate voice bringing an instant smile to his face.

“Thank you. Unfortunately though, I still have a few remaining pieces to set up - keeping you occupied is clearly a most tricky task, even for a team of vampires.” He places a soft kiss to the top of her head, drawing her closer in his arms as she giggles. “But if you take a seat, I shall join you as soon as I possibly can.”

She reaches up on her tiptoes, looking up through her lashes and biting her lip seductively while winding her arms around his neck – a near impossible feat if not for his accommodatingly leaning down.

“Oh, I can think of somewhere I’d like to take a seat, but it doesn’t involve breakfast.”

Nate chuckles with amusement, though far more huskily than intended.

“Please, Lori, for me?”

Lori sighs exaggeratedly, removing her arms from around his neck to rest upon his chest with a small pout.

“I suppose I can reign myself in for the duration of one wholesome breakfast. But only because you asked so nicely.”

His answering chuckle fills her with warmth, leaving her unable to maintain her faux disappointment for long.

“Thank you.”

Nate lightly squeezes her waist before pulling away. She watches with a smile as he double checks the tie of his apron, fully prepared to head back to the stove before his eyes widen with a realisation; a simple thing they both forgot.

“Oh!” He leans back down quickly, holding her chin gently between his thumb and forefinger to tilt her face towards his. He pressed a single soft kiss upon her lips, affection strong in the light touch.

“Good morning, my dear heart.”

He saunters away with a satisfied smile leaving her stood there stunned, head still tilted towards where he had been. Her fingertips come up to rest against her lips, the tingles left lingering causing a light flush to cross her cheeks. Sometimes he really did just catch her off guard with his… everything. Her eyes take in the amazing food already on display, his tall form already back to work cooking even more just for them… for her. She ignores the prickling of tears that threaten to fall in the face of his tenderness, a bright smile settling in as she wraps herself in the comfort of the adoration she feels for him, in how lucky and how loved he makes her feel.

“Good morning, xīngān.” she breathes out, far too quiet for her to have intended for him to hear. Yet, even with his back turned and attention on his cooking, he hears… and he smiles.

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Well then! Thank you so much if you've actually made it this far! I hope it wasn't too much of a chore haha, thank you truly for your time 💕 and yes, you can pry 'my dear heart' from my cold, dead hands

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#the wayhaven chronicles #25 (holi)days of wayhaven #25hwh #twc detective #lori lin #my goodness this ran away with me #Im so sorry its so bad oh my goodness #porslenwritessometimes

[lilyoffandoms]

Wayhaven Drabble - Felix x Lucas

Based on #7 (winter) for @wayhavenmonthly‘s December list.

The book three demo name Felix uses makes me so happy! I’m not okay and will be using it constantly!

Warnings: hints at nsft if ya squint. Also uses book three demo spoiler for the name.

Warmth enveloped them where they lay briefly after having angrily swatted at their phone alarm mere moments before. Looking out the window told them all they’d need to know to decide to stay right where they were.

Snow blanketed the ground and the trees hung heavy outside their bedroom window. It looked the perfect morning for winter activities. But it also looked cold. Colder than their room. Colder than their bed. Cold and cold was not a favorite.

Curling onto their side they burrowed deeper into the covers. Sighing slightly in contentment as a warm body snuggled up against their back. Molding itself to them, one arm draping over their side to spread his palm against their stomach and pull them tighter to his own body.

“G’ morning, my lovely Lucas,” he whispered into Lucas ear, his smile evident in the joyful tone of his voice as a soft kiss was placed just behind their ear.

“Morning,” Lucas couldn’t help their own smile as one their hand found Felix’s and wrapped it in their own.

“Ready for a snowy filled day of fun?” he said. squeezing Lucas tightly to him before slipping the covers down inch by inch to expose more of their freckles skin to the cool air. Smiling at the shivers and goosebumps brought about by that and their touch that followed in the cold airs wake.

Lucas shook their head and chuckled. Winter was not a season they enjoyed but the snow always seemed to bring a smile to Felix face and so they had promised him ice skating lessons today. But looking outside they cringed at the thought of that cold and simply pulled the covers over their head to avoid the cold air of the room still shivering a bit as Felix’s fingertips continued their gentle explorations. All while Felix laughed brightly from the other side of the covers.

Ducking under himself, he pulled Lucas onto their back and straddled them, leaning down until their faces were just an inch apart, covers now hiding them from the world around them.

“How dare you try and hide all this from me,” Felix purred as his hands ran across every exposed inch he could reach.

“Not hiding. Keeping warm,” Lucas pouted playfully.

“Oh, I fully planned on keeping you warm, babe.” He leaned in for a deep kiss, leaving Lucas breathless. “Now and later.”

#the wayhaven chronicles #felix x detective #felix hauville #felix x nb!detective #my oc: lucas kingston #my drabble #hints maybe at nsft so #nsft #25hwh #25 (holi)days of wayhaven #twc spoilers #scheduled

[gloynporslen]

Day Twenty-Three: Silence

Pairing: m!Detective (Layton Greene) X f!M (Morgan)

Note: This is about a panic attack. Or rather calming down after a panic attack.

This is... a strange one, I apologise in advance. It covers Layton's feelings on both Morgan and Nat kind of - though only Nat appears. It really does focus more on just Layton? I don't know, this one's confusing to explain, and I'm the writer so 🤷‍♀️

Tagging: all these wonderful darlings (please feel free to change your minds at any time, and know every like and all your tag comments truly make my day everytime, but still just let me know if you want to be untagged it's never, ever an issue to do so 💕) @lilyoffandoms @smalltowndetective @sosolenoo @pearlsandsteel

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In, hold, out.

It’s cold. Layton rubs his arms shakily as he finally registers the chill in the air. He’s long since lost track of how long he’s been sat on the bonnet of his ol’ reliable; it’s likely not even that long given neither Nat nor Farah have come out to fetch him – though perhaps they’re simply giving him some space.

In, hold, out.

He feels horrible. It’s not Farah’s fault she was so excitable, and not her fault everything had just become so… overwhelming. His sigh is still shakey, broken and weak as it leaves his lips in a visible breath. He really hopes she’s not upset. He just hadn’t been prepared for the barrage of noise, and colour, and… noise. It’s easier to breathe out here than it was inside at least, the cold nipping more and more at his exposed skin – helping him come back down to reality. His heart’s still trying to escape his ribs though.

In, hold, out.

The white swirlings of his breath remind him of smoke. It’s mesmerising in a way. Distracting.

In, hold, out.

He misses Morgan. The weak ache he’s been dutifully ignoring the past two days clamps down on the pounding in his chest, a whole new kind of tightness he really doesn’t care for. It’s silly really, to miss her so soon… to miss her so much… But things aren’t so… Things are just nicer when she’s around. Life seems easier to deal with when her strong presence is there to reinforce his own. Granted, sometimes Morgan herself can be a little too… much… but… he kinda likes it when she’s too much. Everything’s too much sometimes, but she’s a good kind of too much. The small smile that had started to creep onto his lips vanishes with a wince, the tightness having grown to be the kind of too much he doesn’t like. It’s probably a good thing she and Ava are off dealing with agency business anyway; she’d likely be struggling with the volume, and the lights, and the everythingness of Farah’s impromptu celebration too.

In, hold, out.

He’s wondering whether the trade-off of the anxiety attack for this miserable longing is worth it when he hears the warehouse door open. He can practically feel Nat’s heavy gaze as she comes to join him, her brow furrowed with an open care and concern. She offers him a soft smile when their eyes meet, one he shakily returns. The concern is still in her eyes as she wordlessly asks his permission to join him; permission he easily gives. He continues to breathe as she situates herself on the bonnet next to him.

In… and hold… and out.

It’s… comfortable sharing his space with Nat. She’s comfortable. Her presence is calm and stable. She doesn’t bolster him like Morgan does, doesn’t send his pulse racing and face flushing, but her presence is comforting all the same. She’s comforting, and they both smile as they feel his tension fade, breathing coming far easier as his heartbeat slows to a more normal, steady pace. He knows she won’t speak first. The peace is his, and he knows she doesn’t feel it her place to disrupt that. He’s not sure whether he appreciates that or wishes she’d break the silence so he doesn’t have to. He swallows any rising anxiety around being a disruption, focusing his attention on the stars as he begins to softly hum a nondescript tune.

Nat’s momentarily caught by surprise; she’s never heard Layton hum before, had never even considered if he’d be musically inclined in fact. His deep voice caresses the notes, its melodic tone ringing pleasantly in her ears. Though slow, the major key gives her a little hope he’s feeling even slightly better. The sight of him running from the room with his hands clasped tightly over his ears forces itself back into her mind’s eye. She’d noticed him getting increasing more distressed, each sudden sound causing a spike in his heartrate, his breathing becoming more frantic with each flash of the coloured lights. With Ava and Morgan gone for the week, she’d let Farah take the lead, hoping to get a bit of energy out of her system so that they could have a calmer time over the holidays; looking back she truly wishes she’d considered the possibility that Farah’s… Farahness would overwhelm him.

It’s easy for Layton to see the guilt she feels... he hates it. He winces – he didn’t want anyone to feel guilty for his nonsense, let alone the woman who’s done nothing but attempt to make him feel welcome in their group and their lives. He can’t even bring himself to touch her, but she’s aware enough to notice he wants her attention. The silent apologies they both give in their eyes waved away by the other – an ‘it’s not your fault’ going unspoken between them both. Whether or not either of them believes it is irrelevant, all guilt being pushed aside in a quiet agreement to simply let it go. He wants to offer her additional reassurance but the words get trapped in his throat, not from lack of wanting, he’s simply not ready to speak… so he starts to hum again. A known song this time, considerably stronger than before.

The words sing themselves in his head along to his hummed melody.

‘People talking without speaking.’

Her light laugh makes his lips quirk up, though he continues to hum – the dulcet tones from Simon and Garfunkel enveloping them both. She catches his eye, awaiting the nod he happily gives, before joining his hums with a harmony of her own. Out in the chill of the winter night’s air, on top of a silver hatchback, they share a moment in the sound of silence.

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So this happened... And yes, I unapologetically love all versions of The Sound of Silence, but Layton himself prefers the acoustic Simon&Garfunkel version. 😌

Thank you very much if you've made it this far! I hope it wasn't too much of a chore! Thank you, truly, for your time 💕

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#the wayhaven chronicles #25 (holi)days of wayhaven #25hwh #layton greene #anxiety's a bitch #And don't worry he totally apologised to Farah afterwards #even though she didn't feel he needed to #She's fine #He's fine #Nat's fine #Ava's fed up of Morgan's grouching #It's all fine #😌💕 #Also I edited and formatted this whole thing on a new phone I don't really know how to use #It was... hard #I therefore take no responsibility for this atrocity #porslenwritessometimes

[lilyoffandoms]

Wayhaven Drabble - Felix x Lucas

Based on #3 (comfort) for @wayhavenmonthly’s December list.

Warnings: Nightmares

As much as they try to keep those memories buried deep. As much as they try to scrub the memory of that touch from them. As much as they try and tune out that voice that still rings in their ears. Despite all the ways they try and keep their past in their past, they have never been successful. Especially at night when the walls between memories and reality come crashing down.

It starts slow, a slight creeping unease that invades their dreams. Like someone watching from the shadows, unseen. But your body knows they are there, hidden, waiting. That feeling grows until it is all you can think about it and your dream is no longer a dream but a nightmare that you cannot escape. It was happening more and more and despite their best efforts they could not keep those memories of Murphy - Murphy still out there somewhere biding his time - from what should have been pleasant dreams.

What Lucas hates the most about those dreams was not the pain they remembered enduring as Murphy transfused his blood with theirs but the pain they remembered seeing Felix hurt and bleeding on the wet pavement. It was a feeling they could not shake. 

They bolted upright. Sweat stained sheets and pajamas sticking to their clammy skin. They shook off the sheets and climbed from the bed. Feet resting on the floor as they took a steaming breath and brushed their damp hair from their face. After their heart stilled a bit, Lucas pushed themself up from the mattress.

Making their way to the bathroom they turned on the water and stood there, leaning against the skin, cool against their skin. Willing their body to stop shaking. Eventually splashing the icy liquid on their face and stripping from their pajamas to climb into new ones, pulling new sheets from the drawer.

They stood looking at the bed with new sheets in their arms before setting them back in their place and slipping quietly from their room. 

I have to know.  I have to see for myself.

If they didn’t they would never fall back to sleep. So they found themself outside of Felix’s door about to knock when it flew open and Felix’s bright smile and teasing words met them.

“What brings you to my door?” Felix began before seeing Lucas’ upset appearance. “Hey, babe, you alright.”

Lucas didn’t say anything, simply stepping forward to pull Felix into their arms. Holding him tightly to their chest. Willing the nightmares to go away. Drawing comfort from feeling him here. Seeing him here. Unbroken and smiling.

“Babe, you’re freaking me out a little,” Felix mumbled into Lucas’ shoulder when he lay his head.

“Sorry. I just-” Lucas pulled back to look at him. “I just had to make sure you were alright. Sorry to wake you,” they placed a quick kiss to his lips. “See you in the morning.”

And with that Lucas turned to walk away only to feel their arm caught in Felix’s warm hand. 

“I don’t think so,” he smiled as he pulled Lucas into his room, shutting the door behind them as they made their way to his bed.

Sliding beneath the sheets, Felix patted the spot beside him. Pulling Lucas close as they climbed in. 

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TWC Tag: @amlovelies @morgans-ass-freckles @vienocalledmebuddy

#the wayhaven chronicles #felix x detective #felix hauville #felix x nb!detective #nb!detective #my drabble #god this is rough #sorry y’all #i like to live dangerously and so do not edit so pardon any mistakes #scheduled #25HWH #25 (holi)days of wayhaven

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Day Twenty-Two: Chocolate

Pairing: 🤷‍♀️ technically past!R&R I guess?

Note: This is entirely Ariana and Rebecca, Rebecca-centric maybe I think?? It focuses on their relationship, not on a UB romance.

I think this is okay? Sort of? I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this primarily because I've never written Rebecca before and I'm sure I've gone and mischaracterised her massively but hey, at least I tried 😌

Tagging: all these wonderful darlings (please feel free to change your minds about being tagged at any time 💕) @lilyoffandoms @smalltowndetective @sosolenoo @pearlsandsteel

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“And the final touch?” Rebecca prompts, placing the cap back on the whipped cream.

“The choclate sprinkles,” the young child beside her answered confidently, nodding wisely at her own declaration.

“Ni- Ariana, they’re not sprinkles.” Rebecca corrects. The happy sparkle at using her new name is missing for once as the four-year-old rolls her eyes at her mother, much to Rebecca’s amusement.

“No, I know, mum. It’s just choclate powder.” She drawled dramatically, picking up the small brown pot. “But you sprinkle it, so that means they’re sprinkles of choclate.”

A smug smile took its place on her little face, very proud of her own logic, as she gently dusted the top of her whipped-cream laden mug with the powdered chocolate.

“Choclate sprinkles,” she reasserted with certainty. Rebecca watched as she examined her mug carefully from all angles, making sure the ‘sprinkles’ were to her utmost satisfaction. Rebecca had to admit, she indeed makes a remarkably compelling argument.

“Well, now how can I argue with that logic? You’re right, the final touch is the sprinkles of chocolate.”

Rebecca smiled softly at the proud grin that brightened her child’s face with her acknowledgement. The deep brown eyes Ariana possesses are so much like her own, yet in that moment, with that cheerful sparkle, all she can see is-

“Becca.”

No. She refused to follow that train of thought, refused to allow any grief to settle in. The ache in her chest that has only grown since… That ebbing and flowing ache, demanding to be noticed, is something she refuses to allow to take over. Not now. Not when her child, their daughter, is looking up at her, smiling with such pure affection, as she offers her the small pot to add her own dusting of chocolate powder atop her own drink. This is theirs. She won’t allow herself to ruin their special hot chocolate tradition. Any heartbreak will have to wait for tomorrow, because she’s not going to let anything take this away from them.

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26 years later and Rebecca’s sat, cooly reading a report, at the Warehouse’s kitchen table. Her attention fully captured by the words until the sound of something being placed in front of her breaks her concentration. She looks up with thinly-veiled confusion but Aria refuses to meet her eyes, a mug matching the one she’d just put down held within her own hands.

“It’s our- your special recipe.” She offers with a shrug, quite obviously trying to play off her actions as unimportant, insignificant even, though her awkward fidgeting gives away otherwise. “It took a while for me to get it just right on my own, what with… you know… us not really doing Christmas together for the past few years but uh…” Aria finally meets her eyes, the hesitant but unguarded hope in the deep brown causes Rebecca’s throat to tighten. “Things are different now, right?”

Rebecca swallows down the lump in her throat, both of them patently ignoring the glossiness both their eyes now possess. She nod with a watery smile, closing and putting down the file as Aria fumbles with her waistcoat.

“The cream’s already started to melt a little but… the final touch?” she offers, holding out the very same small, brown pot they used to use. Rebecca laughs softly at the sight, carefully taking the pot as she does.

“The chocolate sprinkles,” she warmly announces, lightly dusting the top of the cream with a thin layer of powder.

Aria groans as she takes a seat, hiding her head and smile in her hand.

“Oh god, because the powder is just sprinkles of chocolate.” They both laugh at her childhood logic. “You know, I can’t believe you let me get away with that.”

“Well, you technically weren’t wrong.” Rebecca watches with a small chuckle, the nostalgia warming her rather than hurting her as Aria mirrors her dusting before examining her mug carefully from all angles, ensuring the ‘sprinkles’ are to her utmost satisfaction. “It is a sprinkling of chocolate.”

Aria teasingly scoffs and rolls her eyes, bringing them both another moment of laughter as they smile and toast their hot chocolates.

“Feliz natal, mamãe.”

“Feliz natal, minha filha.”

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Yes, Aria kept a tiny pot of chocolate powder in her waistcoat pocket the entire day. No, she will not take criticism at this time. Nor will she reveal where she made the hot chocolate if Rebecca was in the kitchen the whole time. It was her warehouse room, she has moved both a mini fridge and a portable hot plate into there.

Thank you very much if you've made it this far! I hope it wasn't too much of a chore! Thank you, truly, for your time 💕

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#the wayhaven chronicles #25 (holi)days of wayhaven #25hwh #aria langford #agent mum #bonus: when Aria says the past few years what she means is it's been about 20 odd years since they actively spent christmas together #just leaving that there #nbd the girl totally hasn't been clinging to their tradition for years alone or anything 😂😌😔😭 #gosh I hope this isn't horrible to read 😂 #porslenwritessometimes

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hi 👉👈 i’ll be taking part for some of the days in the 25 (Holi)days of Wayhaven, and was wondering if anyone wants to be tagged! give this a like or comment so i know ❤️ thank you!

#twc text #25hwh #the completed soft smut that was promised under losingface’s commission will be included!!!

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Day Fourteen: Paper Airplanes

Me? Posting a prompt on its actual day? It's more likely than you'd think! Or than I'd think! It's a miracle, actually, if I'm being honest.

Pairing: M!Detective (Adrien Kingston) X F (Felix Hauville)

Note: While Adrien and Felix are the pairing featured, this really focuses more on Adrien and Ava - Felix is mentioned quite a bit, but he does not actually make an appearance. 😔

Tagging: the lovely @lilyoffandoms 💕

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It hadn’t been a busy day for Adrien. He’d spent most of it finishing up paperwork in the office and was now sat, almost relaxing, in the team’s living room flicking through one of their case files. Admittedly none of the words were actually being taken in, but he certainly was trying at least.

“Why?”

The sudden question thrown his way startles him out of his ‘reading’, though his face betrays none of the shock. He slowly closes the file in his lap, looking up to meet two very humourless green eyes.

“You’ll have to give me a bit of context for that question, Ava.”

Ava stands over him, her unamused presence looming, though not as intimidating as she’d like to believe – not to him at least. She huffs, strands of hair falling out of the neat plait not unlike his mother Rebecca’s that she wears. Idly he considers asking why she’s chosen to forgo her usual bun, but clearly there are more pressing matters she’d rather attend to.

“Why must you torment me so, Adrien?” Her question is clearly rhetorical, intended to chide rather than be answered. “You do realise there was a reason Nat and I avoided the topic of paper airplanes?”

Adrien chuckles as she takes a seat next to him with a pout, finally realising exactly what’s got the team leader so miffed.

“Ah, so that’s what this is about.” She crosses her arms across her chest, meeting his mirth with her own displeasure. “What’s he done?”

She scoffs, tucking one of the more obtrusive displaced strands of hair behind her ear.

“What’s he done? You mean aside from be an obnoxious hassle and hand in all his reports from the past week in plane form?”

Adrien has to force himself not to laugh, quickly pressing his lips together tightly and schooling his expression. From the judgement in her eyes and renewed pout, it’s obvious that despite his efforts she noticed. He clears his throat, putting as much sobriety in his tone as he can.

“But the reports were done, no?”

Ava’s mouth drops open, scandalized by his words.

“Adrien, that is not the point,” she chastises

He doesn’t hold back the laugh this time.

“Oh, come on, Ava. He’s just having a little bit of fun.” When Ava opens her mouth to argue, he continues before she has the chance to actually comment. “Is it really that big of an issue if he’s actually getting the work done?”

Ava sardonically raises an eyebrow, disapproval clear across her face.

“And when said work is thrown at my head?”

All he does is shrug. “At least it got to you.”

“Adrien.” 

His name is spoken harshly, like he’s little more than a child being scolded. A familiar tone of voice for the esteemed Commanding Agent, but one that makes him chuckle nonetheless. He places his hand on her shoulder and, though she allows it, one of her eyebrows raises in question at the action.

“It’s making him happy, right? So, let him have this… even if just for a little while.” 

He offers her a small smile as he beseeches her on Felix’s behalf, though it quickly fades when she laughs lightly in response. The fond amusement in her eyes, while not unwelcome, greatly confusing him.

“Unbelievable,” she remarks, shaking her head.

 “What?”

Adrien raises his eyebrow curiously at her, his bewilderment evident in his expression. Ava, however, simply smiles softly at his question; while making the woman he’s grown to consider a friend smile is always appreciated, in this moment it only serves to make him even more bemused.

“He’s making you soft, Adrien.” He instantly makes to protest but she continues, seriousness regained, before he manages to get out anything more than an offended huff. “I’ll grant him one more week. But after that I expect you to have a word with him about this newfound hobby, understood?”

Adrien sighs with resignation for the situation yet also gratitude for her compromise, finally dropping his hand from her shoulder and giving a certain nod they both understand in return. 

“Understood.”

Ava gives a nod of both approval and dismissal before she leaves. Both of them are well aware that despite the hassle, he will indeed stick to his word and talk to Felix about the paper plane situation, likely sooner rather than later. But as he unfolds a crumpled plane from his pocket to reveal a scribbled doodle of himself and Felix in a heart, Adrien can’t help but feel that no matter how much hassle it brings, he’s more than worth it.

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Thank you very much if you've made it this far! I hope it wasn't too much of a chore! Thank you, truly, for your time 💕

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#the wayhaven chronicles #25 (holi)days of wayhaven #25hwh #twc detective #adrien kingston #Once more I'm over the goal I set myself 😅 by 260 words this time #I'm not sure how I feel about this tbh #but I did it!! #and that's the important thing 🥰 #porslenwritessometimes