#agent suavewell

[millennialromanceaddict]

And this alone has made Holiday Magic a delight! I love seeing Agent Suavewell in action. Also, I totally had this quote pegged as an M line; what a delightful surprise that it's Nate (or Nat)!

#nate sewell #the wayhaven chronicles #agent suavewell #holiday magic #i love him so much

[lalizah]

Happy Birthday to MY vampire boyfriend/girlfriend, N Sewell

#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #agent N #nate sewell #nate suavewell #no bitch hotter at 331 than them #I am literally looking my best today #all that effort for you babes

[queerbrujas]

okay i'm in a mood so we're gonna talk about my thoughts on the N route in twc book 3. they're not good so look away if you don't wanna read that etc etc

so i'd known for a while that i was going to have to bring in an oc that wasn't eva for this route because in the meantime i'd developed her enough and thought about her enough that she just didn't fit the route anymore anywhere other than in my head. i still tried it with her and i didn't like it one bit, but i thought hey, my own problem.

so i made a new detective.

let me tell you about tatiana.

tatiana is the definition of a uhaul lesbian. she's head over heels in love with nat, absolutely crazy for her, totally willing to gloss over any sort of conflict. exactly the kind of narrative the story wants you to go for (and we'll come back to this).

things that happened in tatiana's playthrough:

she confessed her love to nat only to get absolutely NO response, an attempt to initiate sex, and no commentary whatsoever in the narration on how nat didn't say anything back. like, i'm very sorry to mishka who seems to think that initiating sex is a satisfactory answer to that kind of thing and the Ultimate expression of love but i think a normal and expected reaction to this would be 'wait they didn't say it back'. i am NOT trying to say that N needed to say it back at that moment, before anyone comes for me, there are a million reasons why they wouldn't (i even had a theory that they'd freak out if they heard it!!!) but the fact that the narration absolutely does not acknowledge that fact is so excuse me what the fuck. i've been so pissed at this that i've been working on a fic purely out of hatred for that choice.

let's talk about the sex scenes. they're bad. i'm sorry, they're bad. not only in execution (who cares) but you are not going to tell me that what is essentially a quickie is Enough for a character who has been built up as an over-the-top romantic when it's supposed to be their first time having sex with their partner. i won't buy it. it's like mishka spent these past three years marinading in the asks about agent suavewell and how smooth and sexy and horny they are and when it was time to write the book that was all she wanted to write.

it all just feels so shallow. where is the romance, for fuck's sake. it all feels unearned. beat after beat after beat with nothing to make me care about it.

and, once again—this is playing the ideal version of this route. the 'head over heels' version of this route. i don't even want to touch the other variants that continue to exist despite it being increasingly clear they are Not how the story is meant to go. i'm absolutely someone who supports authors doing whatever the fuck they want with their stories, the fact that there's a playable MC doesn't mean the player gets to dictate every single aspect of their arc or personality, but don't offer the option of things if you're not gonna commit to it. don't tell me i can be hesitant about a relationship when the narrative is gonna fall apart if i decide to do that etc etc.

IDK MAN. i'm very very happy for anyone who enjoyed this route, love that for you, but also, what the fuck.

#twc critical #twc book 3 #silv.txt #i am Ranting with a capital R so scroll on if that's not what you wanna read

[wayhavenots]

wip wednesday

hi i am procrastinating (as always), my brain has been focused on Hunger and Thirst Part 2 which I will either finish in an airport soon or in a few weeks or never let's not count that out

...Nate had been pleased to get the text invite from Tina (after Farah forwarded it onto him, in addition to a message from Tina: “Do you know why Avery’s Agent Suavewell has me blocked?”).

Then there was after, and after, and after---

But he doesn’t think of that now. He wakes up hungry.

Eyes half-closed, one arm draped loosely over Avery’s hip, his nose nestled against her sweet neck, her pulse humming thrumming pleading against his lips. His mouth waters.

#the first two paragraphs are emphatically Not Done

[nerdierholler]

love letters for Henry and Nate please :)

Thank you so much for the prompt! It's hard to compete with Agent Suavewell in the love notes department, though he appreciates the attempt.

Love Notes - Henry and Nate

Henry finds them everywhere,  folded in the pockets of his jacket, in between the pages of the book he’s reading, slipped under his door, left on his dresser, little notes from Nate. Most of them are short, just a few lines on slips of paper written in a graceful polished script. They contain lines of poetry, distilled expressions of emotion, and occasional compliments that bring a blush to Henry’s cheeks.

Each and every one uses words to express love and devotion in a way that Henry is completely incapable of replicating or reciprocating. He tries, finding paper and writing something out in his chicken scratch.

Your smile makes me smile. True, but underwhelming.

Thank you for having coffee brewing when I wake up. Something he really does appreciate, but it’s too much like a thank you note. It doesn’t capture how he feels.

You’re the most attractive person I’ve ever met. I’ll never understand why you decided on someone like me but I’m glad that you did. Clumsy with perhaps a little too much honesty.

I love you. He writes it big. He writes it small. He attempts cursive. He goes slow using his neatest print. He tries something hurried and casual. Nothing seems right. The words literally say what he wants to tell Nate but they don’t seem like enough.

Giving up, he crumples the paper and throws it into the fireplace to save him from the embarrassment of anyone finding it in the trash later, and not a moment too soon. Shortly after the paper is turned to ash, Nate walks into the room. 

“There you are,” he says with an easy smile, joining Henry and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “I was going to walk into town and wondered if you would like to join me.” He glances down at the blank notepad on the desk, “That is unless you’re busy right now.”

“No, I’m not. Give me a couple of minutes to get ready and we can go.”

“There’s no rush,” Nate assures him as Henry hurries from the room.

The smell of burnt paper lingers in the air and curiosity gets the better of Nate. There are faint indentations on the notepad from whatever had been written on the previous page. He takes a pencil from the desk and gently rubs it over the surface of the paper.

Your smile makes me smile. – Thank you for having coffee brewing when I wake up. – You’re the most attractive person I’ve ever met. I’ll never understand why you decided on someone like me but I’m glad that you did. – I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

All written in Henry’s familiar but messy writing. His heart swells with the words, though there’s a tug that they’d not been deemed good enough to share. He knows that Henry will find his way and find his words but in the meantime Nate folds the paper and tucks it into the breast pocket of his jacket, close to his heart.

#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #nate sewell #henry kingston #henry is working on finding his love language #because actual poetic words are not going to be it #but Nate is patient and more than happy wait until Henry finds his own way #and will encourage him in that discovery as much as Henry will let him #life at nerdy holler #nerdy writes

[agentnatesewell]

yes indeed :) and any other mathy pickup lines I can make her say (...something something Taylor expansion something lol)

what about suri, what are her pickup lines for Nate??? how does she try to out-fluster our dearest Agent Suavewell?

I had to look up some more math pick up lines and thought you might like this: if we are both math majors, then why is there so much chemistry between us?

Also had to look up the Taylor Expansion and according to Andrew Chamberlain PhD, The Taylor expansion is one of the most beautiful ideas in mathematics. The intuition is simple: most functions are smooth over ranges we’re interested in. And polynomials are also smooth. So for every smooth function, we should be able to write down a polynomial that approximates it pretty well.

I don’t know exactly how, but this definitely applies to N Sewell

As for Suri, hers is more along the lines of punctuating the ‘Agent Sewell’ when trying to flirt with Nate

Her flirting is also more physical, which is why she tends to wear shorter skirts and sits on the front edge of her desk. Something to get his attention (and she strives for something pretty to get his attention)

But sometimes sneaks in a line of romantic poetry, especially from her favorite, Pablo Neruda

Really though, flirts with this kind of Megara in this scene energy at times

What a fun ask! Thank you!

#didn’t add it up there but also sometimes some suggestive comments - akin to the bold options in the books #but really nate and suri are kind of disasters around each other #how do they get anything done?? #that’s why she has to make sure she uses that brain cell every once in a while #thank you for the ask! #ask #nate sewell #navery #otp: nuri

[thecryptidenthusiast]

Agent Sexy Suavewell, I love it!

That line made me laugh when I read it

(~agentnatesewell)

I couldn’t pass it up lol!

#thank you unit victor for the great nickname #I love that N is just. agency-wide known as the sexy one of UB #just out there stealing hearts without even trying love that for them #twc #n Sewell #agentnatesewell #answered

[fuckingarataswespeak]

Ill be real I don't look at the twc community anymore cause it got real annoying but I remember not seeing anyone saying calling a and n angst du morepain and agent suavewell in ages, do ppl even remember those nicknames or do they'd still use them, im just not in there anymore to see it

[rickety-goose]

Quick painting for Summer in Wayhaven! Week two / day 01 & 02 - Vacation & Beach

Because I thought Nate would look pretty wearing a cocktail umbrella behind his ear! don’t know if I’ll be able to do more prompts so I combined two :3

#wayhavensummer #twc fanart #twc nate #n sewell #Agent Suavewell #sitting a 100 ft from the sea #and thats close enough #fanart #art goose #the wayhaven chronicles #fanart: the wayhaven chronicles

[allisondraste]

Suavewell. Yes I gave him more jewelry, no I don’t make the rules. (Reposted because it was brought to my attention that I painted his skin too pale in the original version, and I wanted to correct it.)

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc nate #n sewell #nate sewell #agent suavewell #art #fanart #my art

[thesapphicgeek]

i have a very (un)healthy obsession with the wayhaven chronicles

#the wayhaven chronicles #natalie sewell #nat sewell #ava du mortain #agent suavewell #farah hauville #wayhaven detective #agent morgan #nate sewell #wayhaven morgan #wayhaven mason #agent mason #felix hauville #adam du mortain

[ejunkiet]

burn after reading

so it has been way too long since I have written about Emma and Nate, and after the sweetness of the Patreon special, I had to.

This is set in the gap between book one and book two. Enjoy. <3

Pairing: Detective Emma Kingston & Nathaniel Sewell Notes: 1.2k, ridiculously self-indulgent softness. Rated G for Goodness

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Misadventures in text communication.

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We can call, if that would be easier?

Another long pause follows, before her phone vibrates again.

Please.

read on ao3 | twc masterlist

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burn after reading.

In case of an emergency.

The phrasing of the note had been clear - as had been the following instruction to burn after reading, as if her life wasn’t crazy enough without the added element of being in a spy thriller.

Still, it’s the numbers listed after the message that have her attention. One for each member of the unit, identified by their respective letter: their official work phones, now that they had disposed of their burners.

N - xxx-xxx-xxxx

This wasn’t an emergency. This definitely wasn’t anything that could be classified as an emergency, but it has been two weeks since she’d last seen him - had last seen any of them actually, her mother included.

(Two weeks since she’d been discharged from the agency facility, the doctors there having performed magic - actual magic - to ensure her wounds were healed with barely a scar, and her only contact since then had been through these notes, slipped into her desk drawer or tucked between her files.)

Her thumb hovers over the entry containing his name - simply ‘Nate’, although she’d considered adding a book emoji - and thinks about it.

She could at least confirm that she had received their numbers? That would work.

Her resolve firming, she selects his name and shoots him a message before she can change her mind.

Hi Nate, this is Emma. Rebecca gave me your number.

A long moment passes, and she chews on her lower lip, wondering suddenly if she’d overstepped - but he hadn’t minded her contacting him before? - before her phone vibrates, and his name appears on her screen.

Hello EMma. I have

The message ends there.

Her phone vibrates again, her screen flashing with an alert for an incoming video call - that’s quickly cancelled before she can pick it up.

Another pause, before another message flashes onto her screen.

Sorrythatwasntmeanttohappen.

And it’s then that she remembers: that time with the computer in Murphy’s office, when she’d watched Nate unplug the monitor of the lab computer; the harried way he’d answered his phone when she’d called him last, and oh.

Stifling a smile, she shoots him another quick message.

We can call, if that would be easier?

Another long pause follows, before her phone vibrates again.

Please.

She’s unable to hold back her snort as she scrolls to open his contact info and selects the option to dial.

“Emma,” he says when he picks up, hushed and apologetic, but still as warm as she remembers, and she can picture his embarrassed smile. “I’m sorry. I’m still learning how to use these new devices.”

“It’s fine,” She assures him, and she sounds - she sounds breathless, and so she clears her throat and tries again, ignoring the flush that rises to warm her cheeks. “It’s good to hear you, Nate.”

“And you,” He replies, his voice low and deep, humming with that rich timbre that makes her think of woodwind instruments, the classical music she’d grown up listening to as a child - and it’s comforting and familiar, in a way that it shouldn’t be, but is.

And, she realises - now that she has him on the phone, she doesn’t know what to say.

The silence sits for a moment as she spends a few seconds in quiet panic, before Nate returns with a question.

“How are you feeling?”

His voice is soft and sincere, the weight of his concern clear over the line, and she can’t help the warmth that swells within her chest at the thought.

“Better. Much better.” Not the least because I got to talk to you. She glances out the glass windows of her office to the main bullpen, watching as Tina winds her way through the desks towards the kitchen, where Verda sits with a steaming mug of coffee, before adding. “It’s my first day back in the office.”

He gives a soft exhale, and when he speaks again, his voice is warmer still, and she could curl up in it, she thinks. Listen to him all day. “I’m glad. We’d heard that you were doing well.”

The revelation hits her like a bucket of ice water. “Ah. Rebecca.”

He takes a moment before he replies, sensing the change in tone, and when he does, his voice is gentle. “From your mother, yes.”

She’s not sure how to process that. Especially in light of the lack of contact she’s had with the woman herself over the last few weeks.

Still, she thinks as she takes a breath, smothering the flickering flames of irritation before they can fully catch alight - that wasn’t his fault.

“How are you?” She asks instead, before she remembers herself and scrambles to add - “and the rest of the team, of course.”

Her cheeks are flushed as she hears him laugh, low and rolling.

“We’re fine.” And there’s that warmth again, even if she can still hear the edge of laughter in his voice. “Just settling in.”

Settling in? She files that little piece of information away for further investigation later, shifting forward in her seat. She hadn’t heard much about Unit Bravo’s future plans - or anything, really, beyond the fact that they’d planned to stay in Wayhaven a while longer.

But she has more pressing questions to ask.

“Will I see you soon?”

He laughs again, softer this time, fading into a soft sigh. “I hope so. But I cannot say when.”

She’d expected as much, but she can’t quite hide her disappointment at the confirmation.

“I understand.” Biting her lip, she glances at the clock. “It’s the end of my break. I should go.”

“Of course.” He takes in a breath and then he continues, the words spoken quickly, almost in a rush. “But please - know that you can call me. Anytime.”

Her smile grows. I miss talking with you too, she doesn’t say. “I will.”

She hesitates, reluctant to bring this to an end. But she can see the reminder blinking on her phone screen - she has an online meeting scheduled in ten, and she was hoping to get a coffee refill before it started.

Still, she can’t help but draw out the last few moments. “Goodbye, Nate.”

“Goodbye, Emma.” He echoes, voice soft, and she pulls the phone away from her ear.

Just as she’s going to hang up, she hears a series of beeps, followed by a muffled curse - and she ends the call with a smothered laugh, a wide grin splitting her cheeks.

“You look happy,” Tina comments from the door, causing Emma to jolt in her seat, nearly losing her grip on her phone. Pressing her hand against her chest, she narrows a half-hearted glare at Tina, the gesture ruined by her lingering smile.

“I am,” she admits, to Tina’s growing delight, before she grabs her coffee mug and gets to her feet. “How about another cup of coffee?”

#twc #the wayhaven chronicles #twc writing #writing #detective emma kingston #agent suavewell #mmmmm it has been too long since I wrote these two #free writing! #trying to loosen up to finish some projects #enjoy

[masquerade-reimagined]

Dudes.

Dudes!

DUDES!

I commissioned the amazing @artsyaprilmr to make a piece of my beloved Agent Suavewell and his detective and... just look at this amazingness.

Oh how I love Nate and Kiara. 😍😍😍😍 She looks like she wants to eat him and that is so on brand for her. I can't stand it. It's too much.

I'm gonna get this printed out and keep it in a frame on my desk at work. 🥰🥰

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc fanart #twc nate #twc detective #agent sewell #agent suavewell #whc detective #whc nate #commission #i love it #so much #n sewell

[wayhavenots]

Hunger and Thirst (2/3)

...Yep I'm adding another part (really, splitting the planned second part into two because I got impatient and confused and uh hungry for validation).

Chapter 2: Hunger

Rating: E, minors DNI (this part isn't really more explicit than the first one, but there is at least one line that crosses the M/E line imo)

TW/CW for Chapter 2: sexual content; intrusive thoughts (arguably?)

Summary: Nate wakes up hungry. (Also! Read before you came 'round by plaisirparkway because that fic is on my mind every time I think about hungry Nate. It's very short and very good, it will make your brainworms wriggle.)

As before, it gets a little spicy so I'll just post a snippet here, but the rest can be found on AO3.

And....a tag for @agentnatesewell :)

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Nate wakes up hungry.

Last night—oh, did any experience in his long life compare? He'd never believed he could be happier than when Avery told him she wanted to be together one week ago; but then came kissing her for the first time and the gentle way she wiped his tears away; then came holding hands, and sitting together in the library, and seeing her genuine smile more and more often, and many more kisses (almost always interrupted by Farah, who was bored now that the case had wrapped up). Every time he thought he could never be happier, that even a vampire body could not hold so much emotion, he was proven wrong.

Then there was the party, seeing Avery's face light up in a way he'd never witnessed before, seeing their friends (even the cautious Dr. Verda) get along so well. Although it meant Avery would be leaving the Warehouse, Nate had been pleased to get the text invite from Tina (after Farah forwarded it, in addition to a message from the new detective: “Do you know why Avery’s Agent Suavewell has me blocked?”). He hoped that being back in her home, and being surrounded by people who loved her, would help alleviate the stress she'd been under in the aftermath of the auction.

[read the rest on AO3]

#twc fanfic #nate x detective #nate x avery #twc book 3 #twc b3 spoilers #minors dni #i was going to self-deprecate in the tags but i'll refrain lol

[quilleth]

Happy Holidays @squarelyblue! I hope this has enough Nate fluffiness in it for you! I didn’t know much about your Liz, so I hope it’s ok she’s not very prominent!

Streaks of soft pinks and purples painted the sky in warm, cozy hues as Nate stepped outside the fenced in grounds of the warehouse. Looking up to the early sunrise, he breathed in the sharp scent of fir trees and smiled at the tang in the air that suggested snow was imminent some time that day. With his hands in the pockets of his coat he set off towards town, pleased to get away from the warehouse with no interruptions. Today, he had decided, was going to be a quiet day. His smile grew as he remembered the peaceful expression on the detective’s sleeping face as he slipped out of her room. With the way the last few months had gone, she deserved a little peace and quiet.

Supernatural speed and a specific destination in mind, he arrived in the town square almost before he’d realized it and made the conscious effort to slow his pace to a more natural, human speed, not that there were many around to see him so early in the day. Strings of light dangled between lamp posts lining the sides of the streets, their light distorted by the layer of frost that had settled over much the town square over night. Looking around him at the lights and the displays in shop windows with brightly colored packages and sparkling ornaments, Nate felt a surprising sense of nostalgia, which grew as the scent of cinnamon and other baking spices reached him from the bakery further down the street. Turning in that direction with a spring in his step, he set off across the square. The bell on the door of Hailey’s Bakery jingled merrily when Nate pushed it open, warmth and the fragrant scents of baked goods greeting him in a rush.

Hailey looked up from the display case where she was setting out a batch of freshly baked breads and rolls and smiled. “Good morning! Nate, isn’t it?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s right. You have a good memory.”

“No Liz today?” she said with a knowing smile.

Nate chuckled a little, “She has the day off today, so I was hoping to let her rest and surprise her.”

“She deserves some rest after all the work she does around town,” Hailey answered with a nod. “So, the usual then?”

“Hmm, how about a large hot chocolate, and two of those instead,” Nate replied, pointing at a row of pinwheel shaped pastries.

“Of course!” After ringing him up for the order and making the cocoa, she handed him a bag and added with a wink, “I threw in a couple of extras, as a thank you. Tell her to enjoy her day off, won’t you?”

Nate smiled at her, “You didn’t need to do that, but thank you. And you have a good day, too.” He waved casually over his shoulder as he left the bakery, the bell ringing merrily behind him.

The trip back to the warehouse passed as uneventfully as his trip into town, minus a few startled animals, but the anticipation of being able to surprise the detective left Nate feeling as though it had been a much longer and slower trip. Unfortunately, his return failed to pass by uninterrupted as Farrah greeted him as soon as he entered the complex.

“Gooood morning, Natey! Doing something special so early?” she asked, a wide grin spread across her cheeks.

“Good morning Farrah,” he said casually, setting down his acquisitions in order to shrug out of his coat. “And I went into to town to get breakfast for Liz.”

“Oooh! Really? Did you bring anything back for the rest of us?” Farrah asked, peering eagerly at the bag.

Nate laughed, “Not this time. I didn’t think you much cared for pastries anyway.”

Farrah hedged, “Well, not as such, but they’re still fun!” She pouted and leaned against the counter, the brightly colored baubles she’d taken to wearing as earrings swaying with the movement.

“Maybe next time I’ll bring you something then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Really! Thanks Nate!” she beamed at him, bouncing instantly to the balls of her feet. Widening her eyes innocently she said, “Oh, but Liz hasn’t gotten up yet, not that any of us have seen or heard. Were you going to bring her breakfast in bed?”

“That was my plan, yes,” Nate replied,rummaging through one of the cupboards for a tray.

“That’s so sweet and romantic,” Farrah sighed. “I wish someone would bring me breakfast in bed.”

“That would require you to actually spend time sleeping, first.”

“Well still! Anyway, I guess I’ll go let Adam know you’re back and—” she grinned and wiggled her eyebrows in a way that made Nate sigh and roll his eyes, “Not to be disturbed!”

“Farrah! That’s not—and she’s gone,” Nate said, shaking his head as he laid a gold trimmed china plate on the tray and arranged the pastries on it. He frowned at the paper travel cup of cocoa, but settled it on the tray, knowing that trying to transfer its contents to a nicer looking mug would only ruin the layer of whipped cream and chocolate shavings under the lid. Setting a sprig of mistletoe he’d found in the woods on the tray for decoration, he surveyed his offerings with some satisfaction. Carrying the tray carefully he wended his way through the halls, carefully avoiding the noises from the others so he wouldn’t be distracted again on his way to the detective’s room.

He could tell before opening the door that she was sleeping, the steady sound of soft, even breaths reaching his ears. He eased the door open and slipped soundlessly inside, shutting it behind him. He crossed the room and set the tray on the bedside table before lighting a small candle for a little bit of soft light, more for the detective’s benefit than his. Settling on the edge of the bed, he leaned over to kiss her forehead.

Stirring, Liz looked at him, blinking owlishly in the dim light. “Nate?”

“Good morning. Sleep well?” he asked.

Sitting up, she nodded before shooting him a quizzical look. “What’s all this?”

“Breakfast,” Nate said, helping to settle the tray on the bed.

“Am I missing a special occasion or something?” she asked, taking a sip of cocoa.

“No. I simply wanted to surprise you on your day off.”

“That was sweet of you. And what’s this? Mistletoe?” She raised an eyebrow, picking up the sprig of greenery.

He shot her a roguish grin, “Well, it is that time of year.”

“I suppose I can’t argue with that,” she replied, leaning towards him with a smile.

Closing the distance between them, Nate pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. “Happy day off, detective,” he murmured.

“It certainly is, so far.”

#squarelyblue #gift fic #the wayhaven chronicles #nate sewell #agent suavewell #quilleth writes #other people's characters

[nyikondlovu]

I sleep so well at night knowing that Nathanial Henry Sewell is the only man to ever exist....EVER😌☺️🥺

Thank you @seraphinitegames for this king🤧

#Nate Sewell #agent Suavewell #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #I would die for Nate #detective x Nate #the only man to ever #wowowowowow #a king amongst jesters #read the wayhaven chronicles #naaaoooowwww