#wayhavenfrights

[trrashbag]

New year, new... car? @wayhavenfrights day 1: dawn!

#I hope it was dawn and that i didnt just make that up because i started a whole drawing for one of the prompts to see i miss read it lol #wayhavenfrights #wayhaven frights #The Wayhaven Chronicles #hatchback #i googled hatchback so if this isnt a hatchback then i dont know what to tell you #twc fanart #twc #also i panicked and finished this literally 5 minutes ago so theres a bunch of things i can improve but <3 wont <3 #my art! #like the birds i didnt draw them but they crack me up for some reason so i wont change a thing #i just saw that its like super dark but you know what? LIFE is dark

[wayhavenfrights]

Wayhaven Frights Prompt List

Day 1: Dawn ---- Day 2: Omen

Day 3: Bitten ---- Day 4: Denial

Day 5: Banshee ---- Day 6: Deception

Day 7: Damned ---- Day 8: Caged

Day 9: Mercy ---- Day 10: Ashes

Day 11: Shattered ---- Day 12: Weeping Willow

Day 13: Sacrificial Lamb ---- Day 14: Venom

Day 15: Chills ---- Day 16: Thrills

Day 17: Destruction ---- Day 18: Beg

Day 19: Alive ---- Day 20: Breathe

Day 21: White Noise ---- Day 22: Disease

Day 23: Buried ---- Day 24: Escape

Day 25: Cowardice ---- Day 26: Entice

Day 27: Creepy Crawlies ---- Day 28: Doppelganger

Day 29: Hex ---- Day 30: Candy

Day 31: Massacre

Bonus Prompts: (these are prompts which can replace any of the above should you wish to skip a prompt)

1) Starlight ---- 2) Revenge ---- 3) Jinx

4) Stranger ---- 5) Havoc---- 6) Stealth

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Please don’t forget to check our rules and tag us in all your creations~ @wayhavenfrights or #wayhavenfrights

Have a fabulous, scary October, everyone ~! 🎃

#wayhavenfrights #wayhaven frights prompt list #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #interactive fiction

[dannydoteggg]

Morgan and Nate as Crowley and Aziraphale from "Good Omens" for @wayhavenfrights day 2: OMEN

#spooky spoopy season #good omens #twc nate #twc morgan #twc ub #the wayhaven chronicles ub #twc art #wayhaven #wayhavenfrights #wayhavenfrights day 2 #such cuuuties #i think this is my favorite so far #the wayhaven chronicles

[yakov-vasilyev]

day 16 - thrills

for @wayhavenfrights 🦇

#wayhavenfrights #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #twc detective #agent m #so uhh yeah #it's been a hot minute since i've actually played m's route #but it's my birthday so i'm allowed to be self-indulgent #oc: derek kang #twc: mason/derek #my art #also really excited to finally have a derek visual on here

[nabulsi]

trick or treat? 🍭

A Morgan for @wayhavenfrights day 30: Candy~ I received another commission by @horchatabun, who has once again honored me with their amazing skills~

#twc morgan #twc m #specialist agent morgan #specialist agent m #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhavenfrights #twc art #paptalk #art: commission

[calla-lilly]

@wayhavenfrights day 24: escape

this is based on the detective having to endure murphy's experiments and escaping

wayhaven chronicles: book 2, mishka jenkins // peripety (7), jen mazza // selected poems 1: speeches for dr. frankenstein, margaret atwood // the asylum for wayward victorian girls, emilie autumn // ... // wayhaven chronicles: book 1, mishka jenkins // ... // art by alberto zamboni // run, rabbit run!, flanagan and allen // as i was moving ahead occasionally i saw very brief glimpses of beauty (2000)

#tw: blood #web weaving #i hope this counts lol #wayhaven chronicles #twc #wayhavenfrights

[serenpedac]

Scars and Pieces

Very, very late entry for @wayhavenfrights - Day 11, prompt “shattered”.

Pairing: Female Detective/Nate Sewell Words: ~1100 Rating: T Warnings: None

Read on Ao3

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A handful of tiny dark spots are sprinkled near the base of the mirror like freckles. Or scars, perhaps. Yael thumbs the raised skin marking her wrist. It still burns sometimes, like her entire body had burned. She presses the spot until she can feels the beat of her heart, pumping blood through her body—blood that is no longer just hers.

“Yael?”

Yael draws a sharp breath. Nate is standing in the doorway to her room. His gaze flickers down to where she’s holding her wrist. “Can I come in?”

She quickly lets go. “Of course.”

He joins her in front of the mirror hanging above the dresser, takes her hands in his own to give a brief squeeze before releasing them. With a nod at the mirror, he asks, “Do you like it?”

Her readied reply that she’s fine dies on her lips as his question sinks in. After a brief moment of hesitation, she gives him a light nudge with her elbow. “Are you fishing for compliments on your impeccable taste?”

His laughter rolls over her. “I wouldn’t turn down such praise, especially coming from you, but no, that was not what I was looking for.” His voice softens as he continues, “I noticed you removed the one the Agency placed in your apartment after the attack. If this one makes you uncomfortable…?”

“It doesn’t.” The answer comes out curter than she’d intended and she sighs.

His question is understandable, even if they wouldn't have found out that the Maa-alused could use them to travel through: while not identical, both mirrors do look very similar with their oval shape and the understated decoration on the thin frame. Both remind her of the one she’d had ever since moving out to go to uni, the one that had been destroyed by the thralls Murphy had sent. Not that she had seen it break, but when she had come back, the replacement had been there, near-identical but flawless and wrong.

The Agency had done their best, of course, and they couldn’t have known all the little imperfections her mirror had had even before the attack, but she couldn’t help but wince each time she glimpsed herself in it. How easy it had been to imagine the old one shattered on the floor, a reflection broken into a thousand pieces.

She runs a finger over one of the small discolourations on the wooden frame, but snaps it away when she sees it trembling. “This one isn’t— Nevermind.”

“I mind. I would like to understand if you would let me.”

She searches his eyes, finds only sincerity. He would like to know her.

“It’s just—” Yael feels at the scar again. A visible reminder of what had happened. And she is not glad it’s there, far from it, but it is better than the Agency’s attempt at wiping away all traces of what had happened. “I like that this one isn’t perfect unlike the one the Agency gave me. It’s not trying to copy my old mirror and it’s marked, just like.” She swallows, trying to stem the flood of words that has been building up ever since that first night back at her apartment, but they come pouring out anyway, “Just like me. And each mark tells a story, some are good and some are bad and some might be sad or funny, but they are all part of its history, you know? In trying to remove that it felt like, like they were telling me everything was fine. That Murphy never. That I wasn’t changed.” She nearly chokes on the last word.

Her breaths come fast, shallow.

Too much. That was too much. He can’t possible have wanted to hear all that.

Nate cups her cheek, and her breathing settles somewhat at the feeling of warm contact, the tightness of her chest easing. Taking a deep inhale, she chances a look at him, searching for something, anything to confirm he’s still here, he’s still with her. She finds his eyes, soft with understanding and a hint of sadness. Like he not only understands her pain but feels it himself. And having lived for centuries, how could he not have experienced the loss that change might bring?

A frown creases his forehead, the thin line marring skin that is otherwise smooth. Unmarked, wiped clean by his turning. He wears his scars on the inside, hidden.

She would like to understand him, to know him, in return.

Before he can recognise where her thoughts have gone and turn the conversation around, Yael worries her bottom lip as she sifts through questions, discarding most of them as too probing. Finally, she finds one that will do.

“Did you ever have anything like that? Some item that seemed like it took a part of your life with it when it was gone?” When he stays quiet, she adds, “A thought for a thought, if you want?”

Nate’s hand falls from her cheek.

***

A thought for a thought. If he wants. It’s not quit the same exchange he offered her all those weeks ago: it’s kinder, the phrasing gentler. She already trusted him with a piece of herself, never expecting him to give anything in return. He is grateful for that. And although there is hope in her eyes, she has given him a way out if he wants.

“A button,” Nate says. “It was nothing special.” He frowns, then amends, “It looked like nothing special, but it was a gift.”

It had been the summer after he had turned sixteen when he had met him. Heady with youthful exuberance and the intoxicating company, he had thought the summer to be endless, but the turn of the seasons had been as inevitable as their parting.

“I sewed it onto my waistcoat, one brass button in a row of silk-covered ones.” How Mother had disapproved of that. She had known more than she had let on, he thinks now. Not that it had mattered in the end, as the promised correspondence had never arrived. Whether that had been by choice or not, he had never found out.

He catches Yael’s movement in his peripheral vision. A reaching out like he had reached out to her. Forcing a smile, he steps away from her towards the door before she can touch him.

“Adam is waiting for us. He said he had new information on potential Trapper movements.”

A sad smile flickers over her face, gone as quickly as it appeared as she nods and follows him in silence.

***

That night in bed, Nate’s words turn around in Yael’s head. He never told her who had given him the button, nor what had happened afterwards, but she suspects, no, she knows, the story can’t have had a happy ending.

Her heart aching for him, she carefully places the sprinkle of information among the others he has given her, like another piece in an ever-growing mosaic. A collection of scattered reflections of his life.

#wayhavenfrights #The Wayhaven Chronicles #serenwrites #i've been wanting to write something like this for ages #so many thanks for this prompt that finally pushed me to actually write it #and i meant to post this earlier but well #better later than never right? #twc

[wayhavenots]

Bedtime Stories

Still feeling evil so 😈

Day 19: Alive of @wayhavenfrights

Synopsis: Laleh Sewell cannot sleep.

CW/TW: death of the detective (pre-story)

Note 1: This is based on the same mental image that inspired this post from a few days ago. This isn't "canon" in the sense that this is based in an "Avery dies" timeline that I've decided isn't a fitting end for Avery (who in the "canon" timeline will obviously live happily ever after with Nate).

Note 2: I spent...too long trying to make this make sense and then just. gave up because i have work to do. bone apple teeth.

~

Nate pauses in the doorway of his daughter’s room, dark except for the light cast by the glow-in-the-dark stars shining on his six-year-old daughter. He knows she is not asleep---he heard the click of her flashlight as he walked down the hallway, hears her heartbeat now---but knows there is something unfair in using his powers to catch her staying up past her bedtime.

Then she gives an obviously fake snore, and Nate cannot suppress his chuckle.

“Laleh joon,” he says, more affection than chiding in his voice, “you have school tomorrow. And if you stay up reading in the dark, you will ruin your eyes.”

The little girl sits up, turns on her lamplight, and gives a world-weary sigh. “I know, Baba. But I’m not tired. Can you tell me a story?”

He would have; but he spies the stuffed rabbit perched beside her, and his heart twists. He approaches, crouches at her bedside. “Where...where did you find this?”

It's a silly question, considering that, except for the times he sets aside to wash it every month, it's been displayed in his and Avery's room for the last six years. Perched delicately atop Avery's favorite textbooks and a love letter he's memorized, which are stacked on their bedside table. This collection is the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes in the morning. Not Avery, but as close as he can manage now.

“Welll," begins Laleh, hugging the rabbit close, "I'm playing hide and seek with Mr. Bear. And he's very good at it. I haven't found him yet."

Nate smiles. "Do you want me to help you find him in the morning, Laleh?"

"No, that's cheating, Baba," she objects seriously. “Anyway, I can't sleep all by myself, so I asked Grandma Rebecca if I could sleep with your bunny, just 'til you come back from the mission. And then I asked for a bedtime story and Grandma Rebecca told me about Mommy’s baba. He died when Mommy was a baby.”

“She named you after him," offers Nate. It was one of the last things she would ever do. "Your middle name. Rook.”

“‘Cause she missed him a lot,” says Laleh knowingly. “Baba, I like the bunny. He’s soft, see?”

She reaches out a paw to pat his face.

“Yes, very soft.” And then, although he suspects she knows, he adds, "Your mother gave me that. And I think...she would like you to take care of it."

"Oh," she says, and then she stares at the toy for a long time. "Did she like bunnies?”

“Yes, and you most of all, little rabbit.”

Laleh giggles, begins to protest that she is not a rabbit, and is cut off by her own yawn. "What else did she like?"

"If I tell you, will you go to sleep?"

Laleh nods, quickly snuggling under the covers and into the bunny, eyes alight with excitement and open curiosity. Not conducive to sleep, no, but in that moment, he feels Avery's spirit shining clearly in their daughter. In the stories he tells, he will keep her alive.

#wayhavenfrights #twc fanfic #cw death #nate sewell #nate x avery #also. she names it 'avery.' i didn't know how to work it in organically but it made me cry so i'm putting it in this tag

[fellhellion]

felt sad about emma wayhaven, 3 dead 7 injured

#girls when youve got no anger left cause you cant lie to yourself about the why of it all <3 #girls when youve got to go hide like a wounded animal <3 #im writing post b3 fic :3 #tunes talks wayhaven #i should really clean up the outline for that fic i was going to write for wayhavenfrights and never did lmao. ive only got the inciting #incident tho. mostly because i think apart from that itd just track back into the normal plot of book 1 for the most part

[trrashbag]

@wayhavenfrights day 20; Breathe! I really had to spell it out huh.. Well, she’s a vampire, does she even need to breathe?

#wayhavenfrights #wayhaven frights #The Wayhaven Chronicles #TWC #twc fanart #twc Detective #ava du mortain #twc ava #my art! #what do you mean i dont know what a makeup palette looks like #what do you mean i had to look up images of the legends of tomorrow blondies just to be able to draw Ava? #what do you MEAN you can see at least 40 mistakes and that ...pillow?... covering the Detectives hand is fooling NO ONE??? #Listen................... hands are hard :/ #ava du mortain you are my mortal enemy... or i guess immortal enemy ... everytime i have to draw you i spend 6 hours because YOU HATE ME #In case youre wondering why some things look odd its because i was stuck in layer hell. So.. many.. layers....

[wayhavenfrights]

hello!! will y’all be hosting wayhavenfrights again this year?

Hi! Unfortunately our mods have been quite busy this time around. It was definitely something we were hoping to do this year but that is not how things played out for us.

You can feel free to use our previous prompts this year if they spark joy and tag us if you do ❤️

(or if there is another person(s) who'd like to step in for this year, they can shoot us a message)

#wayhavenfrights #anonymous #faq

[dannydoteggg]

Adam as Seth Gecko of "from dusk till dawn" for @wayhavenfrights day 1: DAWN

#for the first 3 days of wayhaven frights imma be doing UB #as characters from diffrent horror/fantasy series #like a halloween costume type of thing if you will #hihi #buut i have a problem with my pc #the color gets way lighter after pic exporting #so i edited them on my phone #thats why they may seem wack #but i love them #leeeets gooo #wayhavenfrights #wayhavenfrights day 1 #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #wayhaven art #wayhaven #twc art #a du mortain #my art #yes #wayhaven a

[yakov-vasilyev]

agent m and detective kang 🖤

i was lucky enough to be one of the winners for the @wayhavenfrights​ giveaway and i got this amazing art of the besties done by @impossible-rat-babies​ ❤️❤️

thank you so much to everyone who helped make this piece a reality 🥺🥺😭

#and happy new year everyone!! #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc detective #agent m #oc: devon kang

[nabulsi]

Little Quarantine Mind

Rating: General Pairing: Ava Du Mortain/Nayzak Sarhan Genre: Hurt/Comfort & Angst Warnings: None Word Count: 1620

For @wayhavenfrights day 25: Cowardice

Ava has her back to the door when Nayzak enters. Seated in her armchair by the window, she doesn’t need to turn, ears already attuned to the sound of her skirts brushing against the doorway and the rubber soles of her boots squeaking even as Naz tries to be quiet. The air in the room is heavy enough that neither of them dare attempt to balance shallow conversation overtop of it. The facility is large enough that being in the same room as Ava is a choice—one that Naz regrets almost immediately after stepping into the living room, after noticing Ava buried in her book, glass of wine on the table beside her. Now that she’s already noticed Naz, lingering in the doorway would be weird, turning around to leave would be weirder. The living room itself is big enough that to sit close to Ava, who would be a choice and to sit on the other side of the room would also be a choice. Naz straightens her back, holding her own book to her chest and making her way for the cushions arranged around the fireplace. She settles in, bundling herself up in the blankets on the ground. Between keeping warm, reading her novel, and the loud silence of Ava’s presence, she can only concentrate on two of the three. She shuts the book and fidgets in place, feeling herself grow colder despite reaching her hands out nearly close enough to boil her skin in the flames. She doesn’t dare look behind her. Is Ava watching her or has she not even spared a glance? It’s hard to know which is worse. The not knowing is easier.

Read the rest on AO3

#ava du mortain #twc a #twc ava #detective/ava #twc fanfic #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhavenfrights #my writing #oc: nayzak #naz x ava #[slaps u in the face with angst]

[anotherramblingfangirl]

Summary:

Before Wayhaven, Ava and Nat take part in scoping out a decrepit building for a mission.

Something unexpected being found along the way.

[A year late to @wayhavenfrights using the prompt "damned"; with the environment and what something else would have been, if they weren't there.]

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #writing #my writing #post by me

[serenpedac]

Tell me

For @wayhavenfrights - Day 4, prompt “denial”.

Pairing: Female Detective/Ava du Mortain

Words: ~850

Rating: T

Warnings: Mention of alcohol

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“You’re late.” It is the first thing Laura says when she steps outside and her gaze settles on Ava. Even through the mixture of old sweat and beer wafting from the door to the now-abandoned pub, Ava can smell the sting of alcohol on her breath. “The party’s already over.”

There is no reason the comment should send a pang of guilt through Ava—she is here to ensure the detectives safety, not to join her party—but it does. She pushes the feeling aside and steps out of the shadows where she had been waiting for the past hour.

“You are inebriated.”

“I’m sober enough to recall you haven’t given me a birthday present.” The detective steps closer, swaying slightly, and on an impulse, Ava reaches out to stabilise her. At the gesture, her lips, red with the last smudges of lipstick, curl into a smile. “Here to make it up to me?”

Read the rest on Ao3

#The Wayhaven Chronicles #wayhavenfrights #serenwrites #this prompt just screamed a du mortain so here we are #time for the world to meet my ava-mancer laura