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homeformyheart · 3 years

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prepared - adam du mortain x f!detective (twc)

day 25 – regret

author’s note: this outline was 2 pages long from weeks ago and i’m so glad i was able to figure out a non-angsty response to this one. thanks so much for the request, @agentnolastname. this ended up being a full fic pretty much, i hope you all enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – adam du mortain x f!detective (regina bishop) rating/warnings: 16+; suggestive imagery word count: ~2k based on/prompt: day 25 – regret from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly summary: after a heated night where adam panicked, regina is left confused and hurt.

prepared

regina walked into the living room, smiling at the sight of adam reading quietly on the couch, on one of their rare days off. they had implicitly agreed to explore things between them, and she was both excited and terrified. more often the former than the latter these days, especially when he was like this, relaxed and willing to stay in her company.

“you’re staring,” he murmured, without looking up and turning the page of his book.

she tried to suppress her giddy smile as she bounced over to him, standing in front of him and casting a shadow over his book until he was forced to look up at her. she reached down and removed the book from his hands, carefully placing it on the seat next to him. he looked at her quizzically, the raised eyebrow dropping to meet the other as she placed her hands on his shoulders before settling her knees on either side of his thighs.

she sat down, comfortably seated on his thighs and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“how can i not stare at you?” she said with a soft smile. “you’re gorgeous.”

the corner of his lips quirked up into a smile against his will. “how could i possibly compare to you?” he said, delicately placing his hands on her hips.

regina hummed. “i guess you can’t,” she grinned cheekily, sliding slightly closer and watching a faint blush creep up his neck and color his cheeks.

she ran her thumbs along his jaw and tilted his head back, her attention squarely on his lips. her eyes flicked upward hesitantly before she tilted her head down, feeling his pulse quicken and his throat still under her hands as though he was holding his breath. she moved slowly, to give him the space to stop her, but his grip on her hips only tightened slightly. his mouth parted and regina closed the gap between them, closing her eyes at the feel of his soft lips moving against hers and soft moans vibrating between them.

his thumbs slipped under the hem of her shirt, whether consciously or not, she wasn’t sure, but it spurred a desire to be bolder than she usually was with adam in moments like this. her tongue danced with his when his mouth parted again, her hips mirroring the movements. she ground against him, hands moving toward his back and under his shirt, trying to close the nonexistent gap between them.

a low growl escaped adam’s throat and sent a thrill down regina’s spine. she could feel that he was hard even through their clothing and the sensation spurred her on, the room around them fading away as she ground harder and faster against him.

“adam,” she sighed, in-between kisses, moving her hands to slip under his shirt.

he froze at the sound of her voice and pulled away, stilling her hips and shifting her back. regina opened her eyes, stunned and confused, shifting her weight back on his lap.

“hey, it’s okay. it’s just me,” she said softly at the sight of his panicked expression. she moved closer to him again, settling herself against his hips.

he refused to meet her eye, standing abruptly instead, the sudden movement threatening to send her flying off him and onto the floor. his arms wrapped around her back and he set her on her feet before turning and walking toward the hallway.

“i’m—i’m sorry,” he said quickly, turning his face toward her without making eye contact before disappearing from the room.

what just happened? regina wondered, collapsing against the couch and wrapping her arms around her knees. maybe she had pushed him too quickly? the nature and state of their relationship was still a question mark, but she had thought they were making progress. maybe their relationship wasn’t meant to get physical.

or maybe it was just her. tears started prickling behind her eyes as she desperately tried to push away her deep-rooted insecurity trying to claw its way to the surface and drown her from the inside.

a few days later, at the police station

adam looked at the station doors from behind a nearby tree, internally warring with himself as to whether it was really the best time to talk about what happened a few nights ago. he certainly never pictured himself wanting to have a personal conversation about their relationship while regina was on duty, but the thought that she may have been left with the wrong impression about his intentions toward her didn’t sit well with him.

his shoulders tensed at the sudden sound of someone whistling near the station. he peeked around the tree, only to clench his jaw at the sight of the nosy reporter making his way into the station. no doubt to bother the detective.

regina sighed as she nudged the stack of paperwork to the edge of her desk with her forearm, pushing her keyboard as far back as it could go so she could rest her forehead on her arms. the last few days hadn’t been easy, between the impromptu agency meetings regarding new supernatural species moving to the area and mediating a territory dispute in the forest. it barely left time for sleep, let alone a chance for her and adam to talk.

if she was being honest, she knew she was avoiding the conversation and welcomed the additional work. but she also knew she couldn’t let this drag on much longer. there was still an awkward tension around them, even though she did her best to remain professional.

“your bodyguard isn’t around today,” bobby’s voice cut through her small office, his face partially obscured by the narrow glass vase in his hands encasing a few red roses.

“he’s not my bodyguard,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“is he your boyfriend?” bobby asked, jealousy clearly marking his features.

regina faltered and looked away. “not exactly, no.”

she could almost hear the smirk that appeared on bobby’s face and looked back at him to find that he had stepped closer to her. “so you’re single, and i’m single, so why don’t i take you out for a nice valentine’s day dinner, like old times? i even got you your favorite flowers.”

she shuddered at the memories of their past valentine’s celebrations together, none of which had been particularly pleasant for her. she eyed the vase as he set it down on the desk in front of her, placing his palms carefully on the wood surface and leaning toward her.

“first of all, those aren’t my favorite flowers. you would know that if you paid attention. and given our history, it’s incredibly bold of you to bring me roses and ask me out on a date,” she said, pursing her lips together to prevent her train of thought (presumptive asshole) from being spoken out loud.

bobby took a step back with a hand over his chest in mock hurt. “you wound me, angel.”

“just get out of here bobby,” she said, gritting her teeth.

“that’s not a no, so i’ll pick you up at seven, angel,” he called out as he headed out of her office.

she came to her senses at the nickname, standing up and rounding her desk quickly. “it’s always going to be a no to you!” she snapped at his retreating back, but he merely waved his hand at her without looking back.

regina let out a frustrated yell, grabbing the vase he had set on her desk and threw it as hard as she could at the far wall, the sound of it shattering and falling to the floor in pieces doing little to release the tension in her shoulders.

adam had waited patiently outside the door to regina’s office, not wanting to interrupt her conversation with the reporter, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t listening to every exchange between them, his grip on the doorknob tightening and warping the metal before he realized and tucked his hand into his pocket instead. he moved swiftly to the side as bobby walked out and glared at him, and it was all adam could to do suppress the urge to knock him unconscious.

he knocked twice and walked in, surveying the room briefly, lingering on the broken vase and scattered flowers before meeting her gaze. “i will not be paying for that,” he said, his mouth curving upward into a gentle smile.

regina couldn’t help but smile and appreciate that he was actually joking with her. “not that i’m complaining, but what are you doing here? i figured you’d be busy today,” she said, moving back to sit on the edge of her desk.

adam’s smile faded and regina noticed his eyes had turned a conflicted green, shifting from an icy green to its usual warm emerald. she wasn’t sure if she had seen him this nervous before; one of the things she appreciated about him was that he didn’t beat around the bush.

he finally looked at her and clasped his hands behind his back. “i wanted to talk about what happened the other night,” he said finally.

a weight settled in her stomach. “oh, right,” she said, swallowing nervously.

“i regret the way i reacted. and you deserve an explanation,” he said softly, stepping closer to her as if that would ease the awkwardness between them.

regina shook her head, trying not to let her disappointment show. “it’s okay, adam. i know we never talked about it, but it’s alright if you’re not interested in anything more physical. i can respect that. and it doesn’t change how i feel about you.”

his eyebrows shot up so quickly that regina thought they might fly off his face. “you are mistaken.”

at the frown on her face, he cleared his throat and followed up quickly, “i am very interested. i was just… unprepared that evening and you deserve… more.”

unprepared? she thought the word choice was odd since it wasn’t like they had planned to do anything physical; she had just gone with her instincts after all. although she vaguely remembered adam telling her once that he hadn’t been with anyone in that way since before he was turned.

understanding dawned on regina’s face. “oh adam, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, i promise. it happens.”

“still, i want to make sure you are aware of how… receptive i am to progressing our physical relationship as well. in fact, i have thought about it often,” he said warmly, but the underlying tone was suggestive.

the way he said it, as his gaze slowly trailed down the length of her body and back up, sent a shiver up her spine. her mouth parted open in surprise at his boldness as she met his gaze, icy and full of fire at the same time, the intensity of them stealing her breath and rooting her to the spot, raising her body temperature even though he was still a few feet away.

he stepped slowly, but surely, closer to her until he was hovering over her and regina had to tilt her head up to look at him from where she was perched on her desk. he leaned down and captured her lips with his, her body reacting instantly, hands moving to his waist as his tangled themselves in her hair. his lips were fire and water, each movement against hers sending sparks down her throat and drowning her at the same time.

when he finally pulled away, she felt flushed from head to toe and cleared her throat, “well, i’m probably not going to get any work done today.”

adam looked a little proud that he had flustered her so visibly. “perhaps i can help you later this evening then. we can do… paperwork at your apartment together,” he said slowly.

the deliberate way he paused before the word “paperwork” made her breath hitch and she could only nod.

he walked out of the office backwards with deliberate steps, putting his sunglasses on slowly before turning away, but not before regina noticed the smirk on his lips. she looked at the pile of paperwork on her desk and knew that the end of the day couldn’t come fast enough.

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magebastard · 3 years

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nate x detective dana burke (pre-relationship)

day 3 of @wayhavenmonthly prompts: date

Nate has never known Dana to wear anything other than neat, straight, symmetrical lines. A subtle, jeweled pair of stud earrings, if she has to have an accessory—but her sense of style is business-like and no-nonsense, all the way down to the cleanly filed crescents of her short nails.

She’s sharp and neat. She’s beautiful.

Today, however, the detective has decided to steal the wind right out of his sails. In a number of ways. Unannounced and unprompted as Unit Bravo’s morning meeting concluded, she’d curled a hand in the crook of his elbow and whispered so quietly he might have missed it were it not for his heightened senses;

“Plans tonight?”

Nate tries to do right by her in his responses—he always has. He always will. This time having been no different; he’d waited an appropriate beat, regarded her tone, turning it over with care. The question had been served in a pointed way that said more, without saying very much at all. It’s a tone he’s intimately familiar with.

He doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but he does have to ask when these questions between them arise. After the carnival, and the Maa-alused debacle, Dana asked that they take things slow. Nate has his own insecurities on the best of days, but he’d stamp down any doubts for the sake of preserving her comfort.

It scares him that he thinks he’d wait forever.

Swallowing past his hesitance, his lips had quirked into a warm—trying for charming—smile as he’d asked;

“Are you asking me on a date?”

It sounded juvenile and he’d wanted to wince as soon as he’d said it. But she smiled back—hitting charming with gusto—and it was fine. Better still when she’d said ‘yes’ with an assuredness that’d not been entirely expected, given their circumstances.

Nate’s own smile only grew (threatening to blind her, in radiance).

“Then I would most assuredly say that I have plans tonight, Detective Burke.”

The day, beyond her then quick—too quick—departure feels like it took place in a haze. He remembers ironing and gently pulling on a pair of fitted slacks and a fine, carefully pressed button up. He remembers showering, exfoliating, intricate skin care and careful, close shaving. He remembers pointed looks from Adam and smirking from Felix. He remembers an uncomfortable pep talk to himself in the mirror. “This is weird. It is weird, isn’t it? Remarkably weird.”

And he remembers air being forced right out of his lungs.

Dana’s wearing a sundress. The end of it floats around her ankles and there’s a high slit up her right thigh. Nate’s never seen so much of her leg before. He wants to capture it in memory. He suddenly wishes he were a painter—someone who could render an image to the page again and again. He’d commit himself to a single effigy; the slip of a single, soft expanse of skin.

Nate tries not to visibly shake himself.

It’s a second date.

Still.

Dana is authoritative and sharp and this is the softest she has ever looked to him.

Her brown eyes are wide and while he wouldn’t assume, Nate suspects she’s drinking him in, similarly.

“You look beautiful,” She says on a breath. He lets out a shocked, punched laugh.

“I was about to say just the same,” He replies softly. They’re stood in the middle of a public park. The sun began to set some time ago, and parents have taken to the usual evening method of exhausting their raucous children in the summertime; catching fireflies. There’s plenty of noise between the shouting and chatting of lower, more exasperated voices.

Still there seems to be a quiet hanging between them that neither feels inclined to break.

Eventually, with a nod, she gestures him to follow her. He does, and they walk.

There’s a less than comfortable quiet where neither of them quite know what to say. It cracks as he asks about her day and she launches into an impassioned recounting of her latest, frustratingly mundane case. Nate’s happy to respond in kind with some theories of his own. They then, of course, descend into outlandish ideas that could rival Felix’s own imagination.

It’s natural. They drift together with gravity. Dana reaches to loop her arm up through his and Nate’s smile brims over with gentle affection. He just barely wrestles his desire to kiss her temple.

She’s planned a lovely evening. A walk in the park—catching a firefly or two of their own, if they feel so moved to—making their way to the docks, where they’ll sit and watch the waves touch the shore. She’d been nervous, what with his aversion to sailing and the sea, but Nate’s just fine letting the salt water lap lazily at his ankles where they sit side by side on a low pier.

Dana pulls a bottle of the cheapest wine Nate’s ever laid eyes on out of a tote bag, along with a book of crosswords and book light. It’s delightful, and he tells her as much. She smiles and twists off the cap.

“I’ll decline, for now,” Nate chuckles. Her smile stretches into a lazy smirk as she tips the whole bottle back, long fingers clutching tight to the neck for a pull. Nate swallows.

They set to work, passing the book back and forth between them until any distance feels foolish and Dana has leaned heavily into his space so they both can see and utilize his markedly neater handwriting.

The evening is a dream. Conversation flows easily between them, banter and flirtation in equal measure. He can hear her heart stutter when he catches her with a bold compliment, and thud each time she shifts and re-registers their proximity. It doesn’t feel simple as Nate finds himself absorbed in a way that he’s terrifyingly unfamiliar with. But she cracks a joke and sips her wine and smiles at him and it feels like the easiest thing in the world.

“This is my favorite spot,” Dana speaks, quietly. She sounds cautious, and Nate tries to not to linger on her hesitance. He understands it. He lives with it, buried deep in his own chest. The fear of saying too much is a constant and clawing worry. The fear of not saying enough is an aching pit trapped behind his ribs.

He says nothing and politely, if not anxiously, waits for her to continue.

“I don’t know. Growing up here, if you were running away from anything,” She gestures vaguely with the arm she isn’t resting on. Her gaze stays fixed ahead of her. “You ran here.”

Nate attempts to wait out the pause that follows. He counts the seconds, making it to twenty-seven before breaking. “The view makes for pleasant company,” He supplies.

“I ran a lot.” Dana looks up at him. He meets her even stare. He holds his breath.

“Sometimes this feels too big not to run from,” She continues, as her eyes rake over his face, lingering for a hairs breadth of a second longer on his lips. Nate doesn’t need to ask what ‘this’ she means. All at once, he wants to trip over himself in agreement and hide his heart and the way it feels heavily rent open by and before her.

Dana sighs. Nate lets out his own sharp breath as she settles her weight fully against him.

“So, I wanted to take you with me,” She says, finitely, in that very matter-of-fact way that’s as precious and comforting to Nate as the rest of her.

He thinks she’s giving him permission to want more.

She’s wine-loose, however, so he chooses to want quietly for now.

Nate maneuvers himself to settle his arm around her, letting her back rest partially against his chest.

“Nine letter word for a steep rock face?”

Dana’s shoulders jump with a short laugh.

“Precipice.”

She tilts her head back to rest on his shoulder. Nate leans his cheek against her temple. He listens for a moment to the rhythm of her breath, pacing his own to match. It’s enough.

#nate sewell #n sewell #the wayhaven chronicles #fic #detective x nate #c: dana burke #im sure ill read this back in the morning and edit it a lot lmao #thank u for these fun prompts!!#when i say this is self indulgent #also im sorry if n’s characterization i s bad lmao #28dateswithunitbravo #nate sewell x detective #myfic

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rhaenyratargeryn · 3 years

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Day Two | Interruption | adam x f!detective

SOOOO I’m late but here is the prompt for @wayhavenmonthly ‘s 28 Dates with Unit Bravo

Summary: The detective and Adam have a private reunion after a long away mission. Rating: T (just some kissing and ~implications~) Pairing: Adam du Mortain x Louisa Bardot

He was staring. The fact proven by the fourth time Lou looked up to find Adam’s eyes level with her own from across the room. His jaw visibly flexed, his throat moving as he swallowed thickly. Even at this distance, something crackled and flickered between them, barely contained.

Lou could feel her pulse racing, her stomach churning with sheer excitement until she almost felt her arms shake from it. Adam’s fingers curled into the sleeve of his shirt, no doubt as attuned to the sound of her heartbeat as she was.

Adam and his team had been gone for approximately a month and a half. 54 days. 1,296 hours, 77,760 minutes. Every additional one that ticked on as the debriefing continued only extended his absence, not from her presence, but from her.

Rebecca finished up with a nod, dismissing the Unit as she gathered up the files and made her way from the room in a distracted haze Rebecca was known for entering when there was work to be done. Morgan, in a rare form, was quick to stalk out of the warehouse living space with Farah in tow. Farah normally would have resisted such manhandling, or at least had a witty remark about it… but instead she winked at Lou as they passed, giving her a knowing grin. Lou returned the smile nervously, her eyes flicking between the departing agents and Adam.

He hadn’t moved from where he leaned, arms crossed against the far wall, but Lou could see every fiber of him was poised to do so. Waiting. Patient.

Nate was the last out of the room, giving Lou a quick hug. She held on, letting him get in an actual good squeeze so he knew she was happy to have him back as well… just… differently. Nate’s smile was soft and knowing as he they parted and he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

The doorknob clicked and Lou turned towards Adam— a gasp bursting from her lips as he crossed the space of the room in a flicker and crowded her up against the door. Whatever words he might have said were cut off immediately by her kiss, turning the sound of his voice into a soft groan that reverberated and rumbled through his chest.

She ran her hands up the front of his shirt, grabbing a fistful of the material as she pulled him closer, her lips trailing across his smooth jaw. His skin was soft and he smelled so good—did he shave? He must have shaved. The thought vanished from her mind as Adam’s hands slid down her waist. On the trail back he let one slipped beneath her shirt, trailing across her lower back until his finger tips could draw down the dip of her spine. The other? Reached behind them to lock the door.

“Missed you… missed you so much.” Lou murmured into his skin, feeling his lips brush gently over her shoulder and up her neck. The sensation ticklish from the warmth of his breath.

Adam’s hand left the warm skin of her back, earning a slight sound of protest from her. He drew her arms up to wrap around his neck, and she held so tightly she lifted unto her tiptoes.

“Stay tonight, stay here…” Adam said lowly, pressing another slow gentle kiss against her lips. When they parted, he pressed his forehead against hers, “… I do not want to say goodnight.”

Lou nodded, rapid and wordlessly, parting her lips into his next kiss and moaning quietly when his tongue brushed against her own. Adam moved to set her upright again and Lou locked her arms insistently around his neck.

“Again.”

He chuckled, leaning close to press a brief kiss against her lips. He drew back and Lou followed, lips parted and her voice breathless.

“Again.”

“Louisa,” Adam said, the scolding tone nearly imperceptible beneath the sheer affection. It wasn’t about desire, or need, but of want. Lou wanted him. In her life, in her thoughts. She wanted him close, as close as two people could possibly get.

Adam had to know her intentions. It was obvious by the way his pupils had blown open, dark and wide, engulfing the icy green of his gaze. And the look in them was enough to tell Lou he wanted that too.

The door handle rattled.

Before Lou even had a chance to give a start she felt herself being swiftly moved, placed behind Adam with the quickest of motions. His breath came sharp, his first instinct to protect her from threat. She muffled a laugh into his back, kissing a spot between his shoulder blades as Adam huffed but ultimately eased.

“Agent Bardot forgot a file.” Adam said, his voice a strained grating sound, clearly hearing the conversation outside the door that Lou could not. He seemed at a loss, desperately not wanting to unlock the door for her mother given their er— situation.

“Go on… I’ll take care of it.” Lou said, nodding towards the door on the other end of the room. She trailed around him and pressed one last kiss against his arm as she moved passed.

He caught her hand in his, the expression he wore could almost be mistaken for a pout if the commander was capable of such a thing.

“You will… are you… can I expect you?”

“Yes, now go on Agent du Mortain. That’s an order.” Lou said with a faint giggle, enjoying the way he smirked at her choice of words. She would be more than happy to be made to regret them later. He drew her hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles before vanishing in rapid, imperceptible movement.

#28dateswithUnitBravo #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #adam x detective #adam du mortain x fdetective #adam du mortain x detective #twc adam #twc adam du mortain #adam du mortain #oc; louisa bardot #adam x lou

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snesdudes · 3 years

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28 dates with Unit Bravo

Day 1: CHOCOLATE

Pairing: Nate x f!Detective (Berenice Bailey)

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff. I don't think there's even any swear words (which for me is weird). Also Berry is a nerd and Nate loves it because he's a nerd too.

Words: ~1.7k

A/N: So!!! I've decided to join this. I should post a one shot with each of the prompts everyday this month for Mason x Alice or Nate x Berry. Let's see if I can keep up 😉

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Not an inch of the coffee table was visible under the blanket of books spread over it, open in pages that needed revision before she had traveled to the next one. Her notebook was full of scribbles and notes in different colors, highlighted bits in a bright yellow if it was something really important, unfinished information in green, false legends in blue and so on…

And sitting on the floor, her petite body folded almost impossibly, with her head resting against a behavioral guide of some mythological creature, was his girlfriend.

Nate was observing her with a soft smile on his lips, the sight both heartwarming and slightly amusing. She was snoring softly and the pages in front of her lips trembled slightly with every breath she exhaled. Her nose wrinkled every once in a while in a way she also did when she was awake - a habit he found utterly adorable - and the corners of her mouth curled upwards… the dream was pleasant, at least.

But that posture can not be good for her back and knees, Nate mused to himself, a mug of chocolate on each of his hands as he stood a few feet away from the table.

He had been patrolling and the best gift he could receive when he went back to the warehouse was the news that Berenice was in the library researching on her own. He had to refrain himself from going running to her and instead thought of bringing her some of her favorite beverage - hot chocolate with marshmallows.

Only to find her sleeping deeply over his books.

He left the mugs on the floor for a moment before gently removing a raven strand of hair from her freckled face, placing it behind her ear tenderly.

If Berenice could see how he was looking at her - she could barely be able to believe someone could hold such warmth in only a gaze. He whispered her name in the silent library, as if it was a secret which had to stay among the books for no one else to discover.

But she jolted awake with a jump and an exclamation.

"Wolpertinger!" She yelped, bright blue and brown eyes blinking unfocused, a mark on her cheek where she had been resting it against a book. Nate stifled a laugh at her alarmed expression as her eyes fell on him, cheeks quickly warming.

"Oh? Is that my new pet name?"

She groaned and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, proceeding then to stretch her arms as far as they could go up and behind her head, and Nate watched attentively every motion, dark eyes drinking in the sight of her slightly disheveled.

"Don't tell me I drooled over the books." She spoke, voice thick with sleep sending a delicious thrill through him, as she scanned the pages of the books she had used as a pillow. "Thank God." She muttered to herself, checking there was no harm done, and turned her face to Nate, more awake now. A wide smile instantly lit up her face at the handsome features she had come to adore. "Hi."

"Hello." Nate answered, and the pair of them let the moment linger for some seconds, eyes locked and smiles firmly planted in their lips. Their relationship was still so new, so exciting, and still so little moments had been shared, this felt like a blessing. Nate was the first to snap from the trance. "I brought you something."

She perked up, curiosity all over her features as he presented her the mug of hot chocolate. The rich smell of it instantly invaded her nostrils and she all but moaned, hands enveloping the warm ceramic.

"Thank you so much. You read my mind."

"Let's move to the couch, shall we?" Nate offered her a hand and she took it, the familiar spark lighting up her nerves at his touch making her smile widen.

They settled on the couch side to side, his arm falling over her back to surround her almost absentmindedly, bringing her closer. She sighed with satisfaction and stared at her drink.

"So many marshmallows. You're my knight in shining armor." She took the first sip as Nate grinned at her, happily watching the joy this simple gesture had brought to her features.

"Anytime, beautiful." He replied, squeezing her the slightest bit.

Berenice got comfortable, throwing her legs over his lap to turn her torso towards him more easily, the look on her eyes silently asking if it was okay, the pressure of his lips against her forehead a better answer she could have ever hope for.

"What were you researching? Are there wolpertingers in the Wayhaven forest now?" He asked with a hint of amusement on his smile. She snorted softly before taking a big gulp of chocolate.

"I was investigating how many myths repeat themselves in different countries and cultures and the differences between them." He could see in her face that innate thirst for knowledge she had, something he found incredibly attractive. "I want to create a database with all of them so we can go through it faster when we need it. A software with a collection of all the names and characteristics that had been assigned to the same creature over the years. Maybe also link them to the historic period they were first discovered? And a list of the myths that are not true? Hmm." She reached out for her notebook and a pen and started writing quickly her new ideas, leaving it on the table and looking back at Nate, who was staring at her with something akin awe in his face. She started talking faster. "I know you don't like technology, so it'll be really easy to navigate and completely encrypted so it can only be accessed from a computer in particular. I have one to spare at home and I thought, maybe, I could install it here? I would only need a corner, I know the library is your favorite place and I don't want to spoil it for you but… I'm rambling, aren't I?" She let out a breath sheepishly, hurrying herself to drink some of her chocolate, hands slightly shaky due to excitement and anxiety.

His big hands engulfed her smaller ones around her mug, the heat of it warming them both.

"You're brilliant, do you know that?" He asked softly, watching how her entire demeanor relaxed at his words. "I want to share everything I have with you. And that includes this place."

She took the last sip of the chocolate and left the mug on the floor, turning to him with a small frown. "I just don't want you to feel forced to it. I thought it would be nice to do the research together, maybe? I would do all the data dump in the software, but I need to recollect the data before I do that."

"Like a side project? Only the two of us?"

His earnest smile gained him a matching one from her. "Yeah! It will be a lot of work, but I could learn so much. And you, too, if you wanted I could teach you about the software as I create it!"

Technology was still incredibly frustrating for the vampire, but for her, he would sure as hell try. The excitement in her features so intoxicating he would have agreed to practically anything she had asked.

"I would love to."

"Really?" The question was slightly breathless.

"Really."

She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, knocking him backwards in surprise, his back against the couch and his girlfriend practically on his lap.

"I can come here after work every day, and on the weekends we can use the mornings and then have the afternoons free." She spoke, her breath hitting his neck and making his heartbeat quicken. She pulled back slightly until they were nose to nose.

"And what would we use the afternoons for, I wonder?" His voice had dropped an octave and she swallowed, eyes falling to his lips before going back to those gentle ones of him.

"I'm open to ideas." She retorted, licking her lips and making his focus snap to her mouth. He moved softly forwards, giving her time to stop him. When she leaned in as well, he lost no time in capturing her lips with his.

Berenice groaned almost instantly, one hand taking the nape of his neck, the other tracing his jawline with a featherlight touch. His fingers grasped her hips firmly, digging into her flesh hard enough to let her know how much he wanted her, not enough to hurt her.

"Nate…" she sighed against his mouth, and he traced her bottom lip with his tongue, a growl forming deep inside his chest at the sweetness of her lips.

"Gods, Berry…" he pulled her even closer, chests pressing against each other, breaths quickening. "You taste like chocolate."

She giggled against his lips, the sound more enticing than a siren's song. He couldn't help but smile, their lips still touching.

"I'm gonna request for more chocolate kisses if we're going to spend so much time together." She pecked his lips one more time before pulling back, licking her lips with her neck and ears flushed red.

"I'll give you everything you want, Berry." Their eyes met and she could see the honesty there.

"What a dangerous thing to say."

"And still so true."

She got up from the couch and stood between his spread legs, his hands coming to rest at the sides of her knees. He looked up at her, for a change, her 5 foot 2 towering over him for a moment. Her soft hands took his face, thumbs brushing his cheekbones before she leaned down, his hands unconsciously traveling upward to the back of her thighs.

"Then, Nate…" her breath hit his mouth, her lips brushed his so softly it could have been his imagination. He could only see the uneven colors of her eyes, drowning in them, his breathing hitching. "Help me put the books back."

And she was gone, only the smell of chocolate and her apricot shampoo surrounding him. He let out a huff and she giggled, it was nice to be the one doing the teasing for a change.

"What a mean girlfriend I have." He shot her a grin, getting up and helping her collect the books.

"Let's put these in their place and I'll show you how good I can be."

He watched her march towards the shelves with a raised eyebrow.

He had never moved so fast.

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thecryptidenthusiast · 3 years

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So I decided to try and give the @wayhavenmonthly prompts a go this month! I definitely won’t get to all 28, but hopefully I’ll get a handful done!

Prompt 2: Interruption

Pairing: Nate Sewell/Abby Brùn (non-detective MC)

Rating: M? Spicy...implications, nothing explicit.

Wordcount: 1225

Summary: Abby doesn’t want to deal with a meeting, and decides to try and be a distraction to Nate.

Of all the things Abby has come to learn about Nate, his focus and level of patience were two things that never ceased to amaze her. She’s unsure if these were parts of him he’s always carried, or if they’re skills he’s honed over the many years he’s spent on the earth. Whatever the reason, these were also the skills that helped him thrive as one of the key researchers for the Agency. His love of books and learning certainly helped, but she has witnessed firsthand how easily he loses himself amongst his tomes, hours passing as he scours texts for whatever answer he’s searching for.

An unwavering focus and a seemingly endless level of patience. Both admirable. Both are things she enjoys making difficult.

Distracting him this afternoon had been easier than past attempts - a task always more simple when he’s reading for pleasure and not for work. While her game is a fun one, she is careful to keep from interrupting research. A smile, lingering touches.

(The thrill of knowing she affects him as much as he does her is borderline intoxicating - it’s a surge of enjoyment in itself)

What she hadn’t been expecting was how easily he followed her to one of the darkened corners of the library, the eager way he allowed her to press him back against one of his shelves.

“Abby,” He sighs against her lips, not drawing away or pushing her off, even as his voice carries the familiar tone of disappointment at the looming interruption. “This isn’t-“ The right time for this. A good idea. A dozen possible endings to that statement, none of which are what she wants to hear. She slips her free hand -the one not currently tangled in his hair- under his shirts, tracing the planes of his stomach, cutting him off before he can finish speaking.

She pulls away, just enough to catch her breath, giving him a smile. “Something wrong?” He’s looking at her, eyes flicking across her face - from eyes to lips and back again. Surely he can hear the rapid beating of her heart, the way her breaths are almost rushed now.

He takes a breath, clearly trying to gather some semblance of composure. A task she provides no help in, brushing her hand further up, brushing along his side. “We have a meeting we need to attend.” He stumbles, fighting to find the words. The hand in his hair comes down, brushing along his cheek and his eyes flutter at the soft touch, before she’s pressing her palm along his jaw. Cradling his face, somewhere between tender and possessive.

She wants to say that, chances are, they’re probably already late to said meeting. And said meeting was part of her reasoning to be a nuisance for her boyfriend while he was trying to read. Instead, she tries to assure him, “It’s fine, Maeve’s there. She’ll fill us in.” She taps along his stomach, muscles jumping under her touch. “This is just some check-in thing anyways.”

The look he gives her, even as he shivers under her teasing, is a knowing one. He’s onto her, she’s sure: her desire to avoid seeing Rebecca. Before, it was easy showing up late - blame traffic or work problems. But now that she’s all but living in the Warehouse, she can’t fall back on her regular excuses.

“We’re expected to be there, Abby.” He tries again. Tries to be the logical, responsible one, even as her hand settles just above his pants, as her thumbnail traces along his belt. He swallows, her eyes following the movement, and the breath he takes is shaky. Tempting, too much to pass up, she leans in, pressing a kiss over his pulse.

“Do you want me to stop?” She’s teasing, but there’s an edge of seriousness under the playful demeanor. She would, if he were to say yes - this game only goes as far as he wants it to. And it’s the logical decision he’s trying to push her to: stop, and go to this meeting before running the risk of someone coming to find them.

(Even if ending here and now would feel like a terrible loss)

His grip on her hips tightening is the only warning she gets before her world blurs. Suddenly spun around, she’s crowded back against the shelf, knocking a gasp from her as she scrambles to grip his shoulders to steady herself.

She manages to laugh, even as the near-black look in his eyes has excitement skating up her spine. “I’ll take that as a no?”

Her answer comes as a kiss, borderline scalding and stealing the air from her lungs. The energy between them shifts - what had been playful and warm becomes electric, something heavy. Hands wander, rucking shirts up, exposing skin to the cool air of the library. She’s blindly tugging at his belt as he’s cupping her breast in one large palm. His mouth trails down, down, finding that spot under her jaw that has her head spinning, repeating his name like a prayer.

She hooks a leg at his hip, a vain attempt to drag him closer, closer, never close enough, and he grabs her thigh, holds her with ease. “Abby…” he groans her name, breath hot on her neck. His hips jerk, and she can feel the hard press of him through the fabric-

“Natey! Abs!” The door to the library being thrown open, and Farah’s loud yelling, shatters the moment. She startles at the sudden crash, Nate’s hold on her the only thing keeping her steady. Even though they’re well out of sight, tucked too far amongst the shelves, Nate shifts to provide her cover. “I’m sure you guys are having fun in here, but Agent Brùn says you need to get to the common room!”

“We’ll be-“ He has to stop to clear his throat, trying to hide the obvious rasp in his voice. Abby’s shaking, barely containing her quiet laughter at the absurdity of it all, and even he’s struggling to keep a smile from tugging at his lips. “We’ll be right there, thank you.”

The door closes with another loud bang, and Farah’s laughter can be heard all the way down the hallway.

“Well. I guess that’s that.” She grins as they derange from one another, adjusting their clothes to put everything back into place. Her own shirts and jacket are easy enough to put back, and while he’s tucking his shirt back in she reaches up to smooth the mess she made of his hair. “No playing hooky this time.”

“I suppose not. At least it was Farah that came to find us and not your- Rebecca.” She snorts at that thought. She was a regular disappointment to Rebecca, having her catch them in a position like that would just be the cherry on top.

“Farah would’ve loved that more than finding us herself.” They’re both presentable enough now. Nate’s hair is still a bit of a mess, and there are definitely wrinkles in their shirts, but it’ll have to do.

Nate catches her hand as she goes to step away, bringing it back up to press a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “Though, the sooner we go, the sooner we can pick this back up somewhere more...suitable.”

She shivers at that, flashing him a grin. “I’m going to hold you to that, Agent Sewell.”

#28dateswithunitbravo #nate sewell #abby brùn #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #I’m sorry for this aldalkasdlk #I’m trying to get back into writing after lapsing for awhile #is this good? no #but it’s here anyways aslkjdsalkj #posting with like 12 mins to spare lmao #my writing #otp: gentle giants #N

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lividlyinlove · 3 years

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Day 18: Bakery

28 dates with Unit Bravo

@wayhavenmonthly

This is part 1 of Regret

I'm joining y'all in writing shit about the bakery scene 😭

Summary: Cherie and Mason both have done things they regret. This time, it may have gone too far.

pairing: Cherie x Mason

words: ~600

warning: needles, kidnapping

Idk who to tag for this haha @smalltowndetective @pearlsandsteel

"She wishes she was seeing me naked. That's the only thing going on here."

She blinked, once. Twice.

It shouldn't have hurt anymore, not when it was the hundreth time. But somehow, it stung worse than ever, and panic rose in her throat. She'd always been able to eventually get over her feelings before, so what was different now?

You've fallen. For him.

No.

It wasn't possible. Sure, she loved him, but not like that! She wasn't in love with him.

...Was she? It would certainly explain how his words repeated in her head like a nauseating chant, making her wish to never have hoped. Because--

He didn't love her. He didn't. Nobody ever really had, why would Mason of all people be the exception?

Because you want him to be. But hope never fixed her problems; rather, it seemed to create them. Hope that people would change to something they weren't. Be the one she saw in her dreams. They never did.

She was still staring at him, wishing for this to be a dream. Wishing to be able to dismiss it as a horrible nightmare, and not the cold truth of day. He didn't look back.

There. You've got it. The final stab wound. If you still keep on trying, that's on you.

Tears stung her eyes, threatening to fall. You really don't need that embarrassment too, today. Don't let them see.

She was stuck between not wanting him to see how much he actually affected her, and being angry that he so carelessly didn't notice what he did to people. He doesn't care about it, anyway. Don't bother.

Forcing her face into a somewhat neutral expression, she hastily stood up to pack her things, daring a single glance at Mason only to see he wouldn't even look near her. Figures. "I have to go."

Haley regarded them both with shock, but Cherie didn't notice, everything drowned out by despair and hurt. A little bit of anger that she tried to channel to cover up the other emotions. He didn't deserve to make her feel bad.

Just before she left, she heard a muffled "Shit-" that almost made her stop in her tracks.

No. He doesn't get to do that, make you hesitate about having some freaking respect for yourself, for once.

Steeling her heart, she closed the door behind her with more restraint than she felt, if only to spare Haley from being collateral damage.

She didn't get farther than a few steps, though, before stopping and just barely resisting from throwing her fist into the wall. Do not cry.

Oh, she was pathetic. It wasn't like he'd ever pretended to want anything more than what she'd rejected, anyway.

Suddenly she heard the door opening again, letting someone out that she most likely did not want to talk with. Before whoever it was could stop her, she hurried to her car and tried to leave the place and what just happened behind her.

She didn't succeed. The words repeated in her head, refusing to leave. Sighing, she redirected her course from the warehouse. Adam would throw her all too understanding looks, and her fragile heart couldn't take that right now.

She got out in the middle of the forest, tapping away a quick message to the aforementioned man, not because she particularly felt like it, but so that he couldn't complain about her being careless.

A branch snapped behind her. She turned around, but it was already too late as a syringe found her arm and made the world fall away.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #my writing #wayhaven fanfic #28dateswithunitbravo #cherie young #twc mason #agent mason #cheriexmason #this is gonna be painful enjoy the ride haha

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wayhavenmonthly · 3 years

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Sorry for taking so long to get the february prompt list out! but here it is!!

for those that may be unaware, @loveinwayhaven is happening this month and while signups may be closed for anyone wishing to participate, you’re more than welcome to use any of our prompts!

the tag for this month will be: #28dateswithUnitBravo or #28DWUB

as always, thanks again for participating and we can’t wait to see what else you create!

update: had a mispell. fixed it!

#prompts #february prompt list #writing prompt #drawing prompt #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #unit bravo #Agent T and Agent R #drawing #writing #wayhaven monthly

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missameliep · 3 years

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Hey, Jen! Thanks for the ask. 😊

I’ve been meaning to read your TWC fanfics for a while, and I went through the #28dateswithunitbravo challenge - masterlist, and I found so many interesting fics there.

My ultimate favorite is day 21 - charm, because your Felix is so in character, I love the idea of him just sitting inside the cart while she pushes it and being so enthusiastic about cereal. The fic is so sweet and they share such a tender moment, that was just the kind of fluff I was needing tonight. Thanks for sharing this fic and your talent with the fandoms you write for!

(day 28 - soulmates is a close second on that list, and even though it’s not one of the last ten fics from your list, I have to mention day 2 - interruption because Nate - I’ve got feelings for you, sir! - and it’s the library scene)

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Send me an ask, and I’ll tell you which of your works is my favorite.

#ask box #oxjenayxo #twc fanfic

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homeformyheart · 3 years

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vows - adam du mortain x f!detective (twc)

day 28 – soulmates

author’s note: thank you so much for the request @anotherbeingsworld. i am so glad i got to end this month’s challenge with such a sappy, happy fic – i don’t know if this is my canon wedding fic for these two (mainly b/c regina’s being stupid), but it was fun to write. i hope you all enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – adam du mortain x f!detective (regina bishop) rating/warnings: 14+; fluff word count: 1.5k based on/prompt: day 28 – soulmates from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly summary: adam surprised regina with his vows on their wedding day.

vows

regina took one last look at herself in the mirror, her grandmother’s veil framing her face and covering her shoulders. her hair had been styled in soft waves and pinned back in a half-updo, and a delicate pair of diamond studs adorned her ears.

“are you nervous?” farah asked, standing behind her so regina could see her in the mirror.

“a little, but i think it’s more nervous anticipation than anything,” she said softly, fiddling with the large, ornate engagement ring on her finger.

she locked eyes with farah in the mirror, feeling a familiar prickle behind her eyes and remembering tina’s warning about ruining her makeup. “i just never thought we’d get here, you know?”

farah gave her an understanding smile and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. “i know it wasn’t the easiest road to get here, for either of you.”

regina put her hand on farah’s and squeezed back. a knock on the door made them both turn.

tina opened the door, holding out regina’s bouquet. “we better get going or else your guy might break something,” she joked as regina took the bouquet from her.

“i better go check on him,” farah said, giving regina a wink and leaving the room.

“are you ready?” tina asked softly.

regina stood up, adjusting her dress with tina’s help. “i think so. how do i look?”

“if the battery ram doesn’t marry you, i will,” she said and regina chuckled.

they exchanged a long look of understanding, one that could only be ascribed to friends who had seen each other through the highs and lows of their twenties and secrets that no one else would know.

“it’s the end of an era,” tina said quietly, one hand on the doorknob, the other clasping regina’s. “you and me.”

regina gave tina’s hand a squeeze. “i’m still going to see you around. we’ll still hang out.”

tina gave her a bittersweet smile. “you know it’ll be different. you’re marrying the love of your life and beginning your life together. and i’m incredibly happy for you. if anyone deserves to be happy, you do.”

“you are definitely going to make me cry,” regina said, trying to delicately wipe away a tear without smudging her eyeliner.

“if you cry, i’m definitely going to cry,” tina said, chuckling. “so let’s get you married before that happens.”

* * * * * it was a small ceremony, of only those that felt like family, but regina didn’t even register anyone else besides the man at the end of the aisle that stole her senses. she didn’t register that his crisp, tailored charcoal suit matched nate and morgan to his left, nor that verda was standing in the center smiling at her encouragingly.

her eyes never left adam’s green ones, sparkling with warmth in the late morning sun as she walked down the aisle, the breeze ruffling his hair, styled no doubt at nate’s insistence. the silvery sheen of his pale blue tie matched the heels hidden underneath her dress, coordinated no doubt with farah’s help. but all of those details faded away like a vignette as she approached him.

she gave her mother a hug but didn’t register rebecca’s red rimmed eyes as she moved to sit down next to eric. nor did she register farah’s beaming smile or tina’s teary one from where they stood on verda’s left. she handed her bouquet to tina without so much as a glance in her direction, preoccupied with the feel of adam’s arm as she tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow.

she continued to stare at him in awe even after adam turned back to face verda, but he kept glancing to the side at her once verda began the ceremony, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“we are gathered here today, to join these two souls together,” verda began, smiling warmly at regina.

adam raised his hand up and verda fell silent. regina glanced between them both, trying to suppress the panic rising in her throat.

“if i may, i would like to say something first,” he interrupted, his tone gentle but still laced with authority.

regina tensed. why would adam want to interrupt their wedding?

“i know we agreed to do our vows in private after the ceremony, but i need to make sure you and our closest friends understand what you mean to me,” he explained. “as dr. verda has said, we are here to join our souls together spiritually, but you must know by now my soul has always been yours.”

regina’s mouth fell open slightly.

“i know now, without a single questioning thought in every fiber of my being, that you are my soulmate, in every romantic and literal sense of the word,” adam murmured.

he reached up to stroke her cheek with his thumb, brushing against her veil.

“and i love you with my entire heart and soul and i promise to love you forever,” he said, smiling gently with his fingers resting under her chin.

regina could feel tears gathering in the corner of her eyes, the lump in her throat blocking her voice. they hadn’t discussed whether she would turn, so the idea that he would still love her even after she was gone and never love again overwhelmed her completely. adam looked at her with such love and tenderness that somewhere in the distant corners of her mind, she knew she should be saying something, anything, but especially that she felt the same.

but how could she even hope to articulate the depths of her feelings for him when words failed her like this?

say something, she thought, vaguely aware that her mouth was still open in surprise when verda cleared his throat and continued with the scripted vows.

adam took both of her hands in his and smiled warmly, just as verda said, “adam du mortain, do you take regina elizabeth bishop, to be your lawfully wedded wife? do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only unto her?”

“i do,” adam’s said, his voice ringing clearly. “you have my heart, my body, my soul, for evermore and i will always say yes to every lifetime with you.”

“and do you, regina elizabeth bishop, take adam du mortain, to be your lawfully wedded husband? do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others and holding only unto him?”

regina’s mind was still in a daze, replaying adam’s words from earlier on loop. she felt tina adjust the veil at her back, subtly pinching the skin between her shoulder blades in the process, an attempt to shake her out of her stunned silence.

“i—i need a minute,” she blurted out, grabbing onto the skirts of her dress and running back down the aisle.

tina chased after her, catching her back inside the dressing room while adam looked on, brow furrowed in concern. his gaze fell to the ground, nate’s hand patting his shoulder reassuringly.

it could be feasible, although the thought hadn’t occurred to him in a very long time, that regina might not feel the same. perhaps he went too far and overwhelmed her and now she might change her mind.

“are you okay?” tina asked, quickly handing her a water bottle and encouraging her to take a sip.

regina shook her head. “i’m okay, i just got overwhelmed. i can’t believe he feels so strongly for me, and i couldn’t come up with anything that would really explain how i feel and i—oh god, he’s probably panicking, right now!”

“hey, take a deep breath,” tina said sharply. “the way that man looks at you, like you’re a dream he never wants to wake up from, and the fact that you said yes to marrying him, that already tells him how you feel. all you need to do is actually marry the man.”

regina looked at tina and they burst into laughter together. “you’re right,” she said, gathering her dress and exiting the room one last time.

she ran back down the aisle, tina frantically chasing after her and holding up the back of her dress. regina grabbed adam’s arm for balance as she stopped suddenly in front of the podium.

“i do! of course, i do! a thousand lifetimes over, and i will always say ‘i do’,” she said breathlessly, eyes shining with unshed tears.

adam’s shoulders instantly dropped in relief and she giggled, mouthing a silent “i’m sorry,” as verda asked the crowd for any objections.

“you may now kiss the bride.”

adam gently cupped her face in his hands and leaned in, his emerald green eyes drinking in every part of her before his lips covered hers. her hands instinctively reached up to either side of his neck, keeping him in place as their lips moved in sync slowly and deliberately, only pulling apart when the cheers and clapping around them had gone on for almost a minute.

“i love you, mrs. du mortain,” he whispered as he pulled back to look at her again.

“and i love you,” she said, her heart swelling with more joy than she ever thought possible.

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homeformyheart · 3 years

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ice cream - mason x f!detective (twc)

day 3 - date

author’s note: inching toward relationship mason fluff, enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – mason x f!detective (ria knight) rating/warnings: 14+; fluff, swearing word count: 1.2k based on/prompt: day 3 – date from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly. summary: to ria’s surprise, mason insists their outing counts as a date.

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ria wrapped her scarf around her neck twice before stepping out of the station, bracing herself for the cold winter chill that had settled on wayhaven like a fog that refused to leave. mason had taken to picking her up when her shift was over, initially under the guise that it was part of their increased patrols of the town, but after a few weeks of it, they fell into a rhythm and didn’t even notice that she stopped teasing him and he stopped insisting it was only because of adam’s orders.

it was days like this though that she felt bad he still insisted on walking her home, his teeth chattering as he waited for her and skin icy to the touch no matter how many layers he had on. she wasn’t sure exactly why he did it since it wouldn’t be unreasonable for the team to take turns and help alleviate mason’s exposure to extreme weather, but he insisted in his own quiet, but firm way and shut down any attempted discussion.

not that she was complaining, of course. she enjoyed spending time with him, comforting was not a word she thought she’d ever use to describe mason, but that’s what it was. there was something oddly comforting about his presence. and she never expected to be this kind of comfortable with someone, especially after the disaster that was her relationship with bobby marks.

the walk to the square was brisk. as much as she enjoyed winter, she didn’t want to risk frostbite in the below freezing weather, and she was sure mason felt similarly, even if he refused to admit it.

“how are you doing?”

although typically a normal question to ask, it still caught ria by surprise when mason showed genuine interest in her life and wellbeing. of course, some of that was to be expected given the increase in trapper activity lately around the town. they had been frustratingly and worryingly busy because of it all.

“i’m hanging in there, all things considered,” she replied honestly. the look on mason’s face told her he didn’t quite believe her, but she didn’t want to think about it any longer.

that self-defense tactic served her very well throughout her life and she wasn’t going to stop now. she looked up for some sort of distraction and realized they were coming up on her favorite ice cream parlor.

“let’s stop here for a sec. i’m going to get some ice cream,” she said, grabbing mason’s arm and tugging him into the little corner shop.

“it’s fucking freezing and you want ice cream?” he asked, his face pinched in disgust.

ria just laughed and ordered at the counter. “it’s weird, i know. but sometimes people want a cold dessert while it’s cold out.”

“i really don’t understand humans,” he muttered under his breath as she moved to the cashier.

she shrugged and pulled out her wallet but froze when mason put his hand on hers and gave the cashier a crisp bill from his pocket instead.

“what are you doing?” she asked as she put her wallet back and grabbed her ice cream from the clerk.

“you were moving too slow, that’s all,” mason said as he turned to walk quickly towards the door, but his voice was missing its typical snark.

maybe he really was warming up to her, she mused inwardly, a smile creeping on her face as she joined him outside, the sun just starting to dip towards the tree line, softening the air around the square.

mason’s shoulders hunched forward even further, and ria could hear his teeth chattering.

“i really don’t know why you’re subjecting yourself to this. you really should have one of the other guys escort me home when it’s really cold,” she said, her voice only slightly laced with annoyance as she handed him her ice cream cone. “hold this.”

he held his arm out to the side to make sure the ice cream didn’t get on either of them as she unwrapped her scarf from her neck and looped it around his, doubling the layer so the warm fabric sat high enough on top of his existing scarf to cover his chin.

he stared at her incredulously as she placed her earmuffs around him as well, his eyes swirling with a softness she hadn’t seen before. he looked amazed as though the idea that someone might care enough about his well-being to sacrifice theirs a little had never occurred to him as a possibility. his grey eyes swirled with vulnerability and ria avoided looking right at him given the intensity she found there threatened to overwhelm her.

“how’s that?” she asked, stepping away to admire her handiwork and simultaneously grabbing her ice cream back from him.

“warm,” was all he said as he slung an arm back over her shoulders and led her toward a bench in the square.

luckily the bench was dry and clear of snow, although that didn’t help the cold from seeping through her jeans. mason kept his arm slung around her shoulders but stuffed his other hand deep in his pants pocket. ria could tell he was still shivering, but it didn’t seem as violent as it had when she first saw him outside the station.

“ria!” she looked up to see tina excitedly running towards them, her too-long scarf flapping in the wind behind her.

“hey tina,” ria said quietly, knowing that tina’s boisterous personality had a tendency to rub mason the wrong way.

“look at you two, cozying up on a date,” tina teased.

the cold ice cream caught in ria’s throat and she coughed. “this is not a date. i told you we’re not dating,” she insisted, making an effort to avoid looking at mason.

tina looked back and forth between them. “i don’t know, you’re spending time alone together, i assume he bought you the ice cream since he’s not eating anything himself. sounds like a date to me,” she said in a singsong voice that had ria cringing internally.

“what qualifies as a date to you?” mason asked before ria could respond, with genuine curiosity in his voice, something ria hadn’t really noticed from him before.

tina looked as though she was just told she won a big prize. “well, a date is when two people who like each other romantically do something together. one person usually plans an outing and pays for things like dinner or a movie. especially if the relationship is still new,” tina explained, putting too much emphasis on the word “new.”

ria rolled her eyes. “it’s kind of stupid for one person to be expected to pay for things and besides, mason and i both agree that dating is overrated.”

mason’s arm tensed around her shoulders and she looked at him quizzically. “the bobblehead is right,” he interjected quickly.

tina laughed, “what did you call me?”

“sorry, tina. mason has a nickname for everyone,” she said, giving him a pointed look. “although you’re supposed to keep those to yourself.”

he chose to ignore her and continued his original train of thought. “i’m saying she’s right. we’re spending time together and i bought you that ice cream. this counts as a date.”

now it’s her turn to stare at him incredulously. he looked away at her scrutinizing gaze even as his arm around her shoulder tightened and pulled her closer.

ria’s lips quirked up into a small smile before she schooled her features, sharing a quick, knowing glance with tina who gave her a wink before walking away.

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tonight - adam du mortain x f!detective (twc)

day 15 - single

author’s note: @keybleminded suggested the single bed trope for this prompt and this is what i came up with; sorry that it’s a little less fluffy than i originally intended. i hope you all enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – adam du mortain x f!detective (regina bishop) rating/warnings: 16+; teeny tiny angst, one bed trope, implied drugging word count: 1.6k based on/prompt: day 15 – single from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly summary: the night before a recon mission, farah and regina get into a little bit of trouble and adam keeps regina company through the night.

tonight

farah ran into the room and jumped on to the full-sized bed in the room, which was just big enough to be comfortable for two people, if those two people were willing to get cozy. it was the only decent thing in the very small hotel room, besides the small television, and regina was thankful they only needed to spend one night here. tomorrow morning, they would scout out the supposed rendezvous site and hopefully be back in wayhaven by nightfall.

regina sighed and put her duffel bag on the floor before taking off her coat. “i can’t believe there’s only one bed. didn’t adam fill out the paperwork?”

“why, you wishing he was here instead so you could cozy up on the only bed in the room like in the movies?” farah teased, slipping her shoes off and making herself comfortable.

regina rolled her eyes. “like that would ever happen. you all don’t need to sleep, remember? adam would just say i should take the bed because i need the rest while he stays up and keeps watch ‘for my protection’,” she said, using air quotes to emphasize her point.

“that was a great adam impression! it’s too bad you’re not into me, because i would totally pretend it was really cold and we needed to cuddle to keep warm,” farah winked.

“well it actually is pretty cold, so you wouldn’t have to pretend. and we could still cuddle if you want,” regina offered, chuckling.

farah sighed loudly. “not in the way that i know you want to with adam,” she chuckled at the flush that started creeping up regina’s neck before her gaze fell on a flyer placed carefully on the nightstand.

“can we go to this?”

regina skimmed the flyer that farah handed to her. “we’re supposed to get up early tomorrow. i don’t know if going out tonight is a good idea.”

“but it’s singles night! i’ve never gotten to go to one of these before,” farah pleaded, even as she started rummaging through their duffel bags for a more appropriate outfit.

the pros and cons ran through regina’s mind. on the one hand, it would be a chance to relax a little before the mission and distract herself from thinking about adam for a bit. on the other, they could be putting the mission at risk by potentially not being rested for tomorrow or exposing themselves unintentionally.

“i’ve never seen you wear this,” farah said, holding up a shimmery gold draped halter top with thin straps. “let’s go!”

why had she even packed that for an overnight mission? farah tossed it at her and motioned for her to go get changed.

back at the warehouse

the grandfather clock in the warehouse living room ticked loudly in the otherwise quiet space. the other members of unit bravo were enjoying their brief reprieve from farah’s usual antics. nate was reading on the couch and morgan was silently blowing smoke rings from her usual corner.

on any other night, he would be thoroughly enjoying a quiet evening to catch up on paperwork and otherwise relax. he kept telling himself it was a simple recon mission, the type they executed seamlessly numerous times. farah was the best for this type of mission and he trusted her to get regina out of any dangerous situations.

but for some reason, the quiet of the evening was still too loud for him.

he gripped the pen even tighter until the plastic was just on the edge of cracking, bending against even less than a tenth of his strength.

he missed the hum. there was a palpable energy that seemed to emanate from regina that touched anyone in her vicinity wherever she went. an energy that relaxed as often as it moved and matched the steady hum of her heartbeat.

a sound he sorely missed.

adam froze at the revelation, his body as still as the air, except for the crack of the pen as it snapped in half. the sound was quickly muffled by the harsh ring of his phone, jolting him back to the moment. farah’s name flashed across the tiny screen, fear filling his stomach in a way that was becoming all too familiar.

“i will be right there,” he growled into the phone after less than a minute.

nate looked up from his book. “is everything all right? do you need us?”

“no, i will handle it,” adam said firmly, grabbing his coat on the way out.

* * * * * it didn’t take long for adam to find them. even if he didn’t have regina’s scent and heartbeat memorized even more than farah’s (the fleeting thought made his brow furrow), the ruckus they were causing outside the bar would alert anyone to their location.

he sighed and made his way over to where farah was holding up a very drowsy regina, who could barely stand on her own, which he partially blamed on the impractical heels she was wearing and the icy snow on the ground.

“adam, thanks for coming. i think our detective here is going to need to get to bed,” farah said slyly, a mischievous twinkle in her eye that made adam groan inwardly.

he let his gaze wander up and down regina’s body for a fraction of a second longer than necessary to assess her physical well-being, which he knew would not go unnoticed by farah. he tucked one arm under her knees and let farah place regina’s upper body on his other arm so he could carry her, shifting her head to lean against his shoulder.

they made their way back to the hotel room, with heightened speed, farah quickly getting regina changed and comfortable while adam scanned the perimeter.

“what happened?” he asked quietly, once regina was tucked under the covers.

farah sighed. “we went to a singles night event at the bar and she got a lot of attention. i think someone may have tried to drug her. she didn’t have that much to drink when she started feeling dizzy.”

adam pressed his lips into a thin line in an attempt to keep his stoic mask in place. “is she alright?”

“she’s had a lot of water and should be able to sleep it off,” farah fidgeted with the ends of her scarf. “i’m sorry adam; it was my idea to go out and—”

“this is not your fault, farah. you are not to be blamed for inconsiderate fools who would drug and take advantage of someone,” he said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder and farah found only sincerity in adam’s gaze. “at least regina—i mean, the detective, is fine. we can postpone the mission.”

“actually, about that – the site we were going to observe tomorrow is the bar,” farah explained. “it’s definitely a supernatural gathering place and there’s something in the basement. there’s not much more we can uncover without proper surveillance equipment.”

adam nodded. “good work. we’ll report back to agent bishop in the morning then. in the meantime, get some rest. i will keep watch.”

a thoughtful look passed through farah’s face before being replaced by a mischievous one. “actually, i think i will head back to the warehouse and you can keep the detective warm,” she said, zipping around the room and packing up her things before adam could protest.

“the thermostat’s broken and she’s shivering like crazy. you wouldn’t want her to catch cold, would you?” farah teased, hovering by the doorway.

adam opened his mouth to say something before promptly closing it. he glanced over at regina’s form under the duvet, and he could tell that farah was right. she was shivering, her body trying to process and expel whatever the toxin was.

he groaned and rubbed his face before giving a resigned nod, unlacing his combat boots one by one and sitting carefully on the other side of the bed.

“i’m pretty sure whatever is in her system will keep her from remembering anything in the morning, so you can let your guard down a little. i won’t tell anyone,” farah said, giving him a sympathetic smile before disappearing and locking the door behind her.

adam sighed and shifted closer to regina, carefully laying on top of the covers so as not to disturb her and maintain some space between them. he frowned at the sight of her shivering and curled up into a ball, arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders.

it was his duty to keep the detective safe. it was natural that he be concerned for her well-being as a member of his team.

he hovered his hand close to her cheek, his thumb ghosting over her pale skin. she let out an almost inaudible moan, her shoulders shaking against the thick duvet.

he needed to find a way to warm her up. he snaked his arm around her waist, tucking one end of the duvet under her body and rolling her on top of his chest, effectively rolling her up in the covers. her head lay on his heart, and he hoped the sound of his heartbeat drumming against his ribcage loudly wouldn’t wake her up.

she let out a contented sigh that tickled his chin and he brought his other arm to her side, rubbing soothing circles up and down her arm and side to warm up her body. her shivering subsided as he did so, her breathing returning to its normal pace.

he closed his eyes and allowed the flutter in his chest to expand, the scent of her surrounding him fully.

just for tonight, he would relish being this close to her.

and in the morning, he would tell himself it was purely for her well-being and nothing else.

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story time - adam du mortain x f!detective (twc)

day 22 - fairy tale

author’s note: i have to once again thank my amazing discord crew @gavcowles and @kelseaaa for brainstorming this idea with me. i blame you for the puddle that is me right now. i hope you all enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – adam du mortain x f!detective (regina bishop) rating/warnings: 13+; fluff word count: ~800 based on/prompt: day 22 – fairy tale from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly summary: uncle nate and aunt farah do story time with jacques, and regina and adam reminisce a little about their relationship.

story time

nate laid out several children’s books in front of jacques, who was seated in his lap patiently, unusual for the typically fussy child. the two-year-old was already a lot more energetic and mischievous than any of unit bravo had bargained for, to the point where they needed to take turns keeping an eye on him.

it was almost time for his nap and nate had offered to read him a story. farah insisted on helping, but really she wanted to be around for the moment during story time when jacques’ eyes and head got heavier until he fell asleep. it was one of her favorite moments.

regina sat in adam’s lap in the armchair across the room, arm wrapped around his shoulders, smiling fondly at nate sitting on the floor with jacques and farah laying on her stomach next to them.

“which one, jackie?” farah cooed, nudging the books closer to jacques.

“please do not give him a nickname, farah,” adam sighed, although they all could tell his heart wasn’t in it.

regina nudged him and gave him a tired smile. he wrapped his arm tightly around her waist as jacques placed a hand on the cover of beauty and the beast.

“a classic,” farah grinned, grabbing the book and handing it to nate before sitting up so she could help read as well.

“that’s one of my favorites,” regina said, sitting up straighter so she could pay attention. “jacques clearly has good taste and takes after me.”

nate began reading out loud, pointing to the pictures in the book and changing his voice for each of the main characters. adam and regina watched affectionately as jacques’ eyes and hand followed nate’s fingers across the page, reaching out to grab it more than once.

“even in the dark, belle’s father could tell it was a huge monster that appeared,” nate’s soothing reading voice continued before farah interrupted.

“oh, it’s just like adam when we first met regina,” she said, chuckling before lowering herself to jacques’ eye level. “your daddy acted like a big, scary man to your mommy.”

adam groaned. “must you?”

“she’s not wrong,” regina giggled. “you know this is how story time goes, you may as well get used to it.”

he sighed but the corner of his lips quirked up into a familiar smile that she had come to adore. it was a special one reserved for moments like this, their son bonding with their family.

“you have to admit, the parallels are there,” regina chuckled as nate continued with the story.

“what parallels?” he asked, lowering his voice so as not to disturb the story. “i did not act like a beast.”

regina smirked and raised her hand up so she could count off one by one. “farah already mentioned your initial attempt to scare me—”

“not an attempt, it technically worked since you ruined my shirt,” adam interrupted.

she ignored him and continued, lowering another finger. “you kept pushing me away.”

“you kept stumbling into trouble and i have had to rescue you multiple times,” adam interrupted, trying to unfold one of her fingers.

regina ignored him and moved her hand away, continuing her count. “we got ambushed by a bunch of ‘wolves,’ and you got injured protecting me.”

her tone faltered at the memory of seeing adam bruised and passed out in the rain outside her apartment complex, which quickly mingled with the picture of him bloodied up after the fight against the trappers in the sewers. other memories surfaced from their missions, several were more than unpleasant.

adam locked eyes with her and they exchanged a knowing glance full of understanding and gratitude for how close they came to losing everything. she lowered her forehead to his and he closed his eyes to help ease the guilt and fear that sometimes cycled through his body in moments like these.

the weight of the moment blanketed them both and regina brushed her nose against his, tilting his face up and back in the process so she could look him in the eye.

“and then we started to get to know each other but you pushed me away because you viewed yourself as a monster and not worthy of being loved by anyone,” she said softly, reaching out to hold his face in her hands so he had no choice but to look at her.

regret flitted across his face and darkened his green eyes. “but i fell in love with you anyway. you saved me,” she said, giving him a soft kiss.

“that is where you are wrong,” he murmured against her lips, eyes softening and returning to their warm hue. “you saved me.”

she smiled and they turned their attention back to their family, their faces leaning against each other’s, the knowing smiles on nate and farah’s faces the only sign that they had heard everything.

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threats - mason x f!detective (twc)

day 27 – crush

author’s note: oh, i was so excited for this idea when it popped into my head. i thank @quietsphere and @withbeautyandrage for the inspiration and support for our resident bad girl ria. enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – mason x f!detective (ria knight) rating/warnings: 16+; swearing, hints of violent threats word count: 1.2k based on/prompt: day 27 – crush from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly summary: mason witnesses a darker side to ria as she deals with bobby fucking marks.

threats

ria flexed her fingers in and out of a fist under her crossed arms as she glared at bobby fucking marks. he was currently leaning against her file cabinets, droning on about his latest article and the attention it received. bobby didn’t seem to notice as she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, wishing that she wasn’t on duty. at least as a civilian, she could try to put bobby in his place.

she remembered the lecture she received from both the mayor and the captain a few weeks ago, one of the few times she could recall that they were in agreement. all thanks to bobby asshole extraordinaire marks.

apparently, bobby had convinced both the mayor and captain that he’d consider going public with a story that ria had threatened him, however exaggerated it might have been, if he wasn’t shown more “respect” by the police department.

what ria wouldn’t do to be able to beat the living shit out of him.

he was probably the only person, aside from tina, who wasn’t intimidated by her. they had too much shared history, he knew too much of ria’s secrets, and he understood how to twist the proverbial knife in her stomach before it was even in her body. she was almost helpless against him.

and he loved reminding her of that.

she crossed her arms again, tucking one hand inside her leather jacket and wrapping it around the hilt of the dagger that she found in a box of her dad’s things in the attic and kept on her person at all times. her thumb stroked the intricate design carved into the hilt, an antique etching originating from a time beyond her knowledge but comforting all the same.

“bobby, if that’s all you needed to say, i really need to get to work,” she interrupted curtly, brushing past him.

“but angel, we haven’t talked about the real issues yet. like what is the police station’s stance on the recent uptick in strange sightings?” bobby asked slyly, trailing after ria as she exited the station.

she walked a few steps away from the square, towards where she knew mason was waiting for her in the shadow of the trees bordering the station, hoping bobby would get the point and leave on his own.

“the station does not comment on any investigations or reported happenings. you know that, bobby. now i have somewhere to be,” she said, mustering every last ounce of professionalism she had. which wasn’t even much to begin with.

she could see mason’s dark silhouette as she approached the trees and was taken aback by the sense of relief in her chest. her brow furrowed in confusion as she looked at him, his smirk sending a warm shiver down her spine and eliciting a rare smile from her.

mason settled on ria’s smile, one that he knew was rare and therefore precious, something he should treasure and appreciate, especially when it’s directed at him, before shifting his gaze up and behind her to the sandy-blonde reporter at her back.

a low growl caught in his throat at the sight, not because bobby posed any real physical threat to ria – she was more than capable of handling herself after all – but because he could sense that she was upset and rattled. he can tell her hands are shaking, fists punching the inside of her jacket pockets.

it had something to do with this reporter, who somehow has a hold on her that he doesn’t understand, and the thought made his skin prickle and hair stand on end.

bobby placed a hand on her shoulder and ria whirled around angrily.

“don’t touch me,” she growled through clenched teeth.

“come on angel, don’t be like that. you know i only want what’s best for you,” bobby purred, undeterred by ria’s angry glare and stepping closer into her personal space.

mason was at her back in three strides and she didn’t have to turn around to know. she could feel him behind her, not close enough where his breath will lightly catch in her hair, but enough to reassure her that he’s got her back.

“call me that one more time and you’ll regret it,” she seethed, absolutely loathing herself and him for the way he can still get under her skin.

“i think you’ll be the one to regret it when the mayor and captain find out how uncooperative their darling detective has been, don’t you?” bobby smirked. “but if you behave like a good little girl, maybe you’ll be in for a little treat later.”

that was all it took. he knew ria hated anything that sounded patronizing since she made a concerted effort to be the opposite of a “good little girl” for most of her life. it started as a rebellious ploy for attention from an absentee mother and evolved into an effective way of shutting out the world and protecting herself. especially after bobby fucking marks tore through her like a chainsaw.

she shoved bobby, hard, so that he stumbled a few feet backward, before reaching into her pocket and curling her fingers around her swiss army knife. she quickly closed the gap between them and grabbed bobby’s jacket with her left hand, drawing the knife from her pocket and resting it underneath the flap of his shirt collar, making sure the jacket blocked her hands from view.

to any passing bystanders, it would look like she was about to kiss him deeply.

mason knew he’d be able to hear, see, and smell everything that could happen in the next few minutes. but he’d try his hardest not to out of respect for her.

“you’d better fucking stay away from me and don’t ever mention anything from our history together to anyone, not even me. you got that?” ria said quietly, malice lacing every single word.

“or what? you act tough but we both know you’re too much of a girl to do anything about it. at the end of the day, you’re just a weak little girl who has to follow captain’s orders,” bobby smirked, although fear briefly flickered in his eyes.

ria’s eyes narrowed and she moved the edge of the knife to his top most button, slicing through the collar and the button in one smooth motion, so that only the two of them could hear the fabric and string ripping softly.

“do you really want to find out?” she asked quietly, her eyes going cold.

“you can’t threaten me like that, i’m a member of the press and you’re a police officer,” he tried to argue, but his arrogant demeanor from before had faded quickly.

“it’s your word against mine, and i have a witness to back me up,” she smirked, nodding over to where mason was standing a few feet away with his arms crossed. “let’s say it was... ‘self-defense’.”

bobby gulped nervously and he took a step back. “i’ll leave you alone,” he mumbled, before turning and nearly running away.

mason’s eyebrow rose at the expression on bobby’s face, a sense of pride swelling in his chest as ria walked back to him, tucking the knife back into her pocket.

he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and leaned in to murmur in her ear, “that was pretty hot. i might have a crush on you.”

“good to know murder might be a turn on for you,” she smirked, wrapping her arm around his waist as they made their way back to her apartment.

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heartbeat - adam du mortain x f!detective (twc)

day 11 – accident

author’s note: thanks for the request @withbeautyandrage! i hope you enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – adam du mortain x f!detective (regina bishop) rating/warnings: 14+; minor mention of disappearing word count: 1k based on/prompt: day 11 – accident from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly summary: regina botches a mission and braces herself for a lecture from adam, who instead expresses more of his feelings instead.

heartbeat

regina stumbled toward the ground, hand splayed against a nearby tree trunk for balance. the sound of a car door closing in the distance sent a wave of relief coursing through her tired veins. only one group would know to find her here and have the means to do so.

she sighed and tried to mentally brace herself for the lecture she was about to get from adam, despite every bone in her body telling her to just lay down on the floor and pass out. she leaned against the tree to keep her body propped up, laying her head back and letting her shoulders drop against the support.

just as she predicted, unit bravo quickly appeared beside her, concern lacing their features. she smiled weakly and gave them a half wave, wincing at the jolt of pain in her wrist as she did so.

adam nodded to the team before they quickly dispersed, likely to scout the area and see if they could recover the creature she had lost.

“can you stand?” he asked softly, crouching down to her level and offering his arm to her for balance.

she nodded and pressed her weight on to him as she slowly got to her feet, pushing her body the rest of the way until she was upright. she leaned heavily on adam’s arm, his body as solid and strong as anyone would expect, but it still surprised her how firm and unmovable he was, even with her weight against him.

as soon as she seemed steady on her feet, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him, the movement simultaneously propping her up and holding her in place.

“what were you thinking?” adam said, his words punctuating clearly even through his clenched teeth.

it was a stupid and impulsive decision on her part, and adam had every right to be upset. regina just wished he would save the lecture for after she had recovered from her injuries. she knows now she shouldn’t have tried to carry out this mission by herself after an argument with the team just to prove that she wasn’t as weak and incapable as she felt sometimes.

regina knows it’s just because they care and want her safe, but she could only hear so many times about how dangerous it is and how human she is before she snapped. as though it were her fault that she was human with blood that everyone wanted.

“it was an accident, adam,” she sighed, rubbing her temples in an attempt to relieve her pounding headache.

the creature had woken up from sedation while she was still driving to the drop-off location and in its panicked state, rocked itself against the inside of her car and tried to launch itself at her. all while in an agency-designed cage. she swerved off the road and hit a tree, allowing the creature to spring free from the car, rolling in the cage down the hill until it hit a tree and broke open.

“an accident that could have cost you your life!” his lips were pressed into a thin line, eyebrows creased in concern and annoyance, but his eyes flashed with something. it was there for only a fraction of a second, but she could’ve sworn it looked like fear.

“it wouldn’t have gotten that far. i can take care of myself,” she argued back defensively, mustering what little energy she had to cross her arms over her chest defiantly. her shoulders deflated a little, knowing that he was at least partially right.

she had tried to chase after the creature but stopped short when she noticed the cage had broken, knowing that she would definitely lose in a head-to-head fight.

regina could see his shoulders tighten further even as his grip on her remained the same. the man’s self-control was astounding.

“it wouldn’t have been the worst thing anyway,” she whispered, mostly to herself.

if she was being honest, every mission they had the last few months seemed to escalate on the danger scale. ever since the bounty on her head kept rising, the agency was on high alert and the team was constantly on edge to the point where it didn’t even feel like she could walk down the hallway outside her apartment to throw out the trash without their permission.

the constant worry she’d see on their faces stayed with her at all hours, and she felt guilty that she was the reason they couldn’t relax and spend more downtime with each other, away from danger. she was barely allowed to stay in her own apartment alone, the memory of what happened when murphy attacked still fresh in everyone’s minds.

it wasn’t the first time she had the thought that everything might be better if she disappeared, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. “all of this would be over and you all can go back to your normal lives,” she said softly, sighing in exhaustion.

adam flinched so violently at her comment that he yanked her forward. she stumbled right into his chest, releasing her arms so she could catch her balance against his chest.

“losing you… i cannot bear the thought of it,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her to hold her against his chest.

the feel of his arms around her made her knees give out and she almost didn’t hear him. he held her steady against him, the words echoing in her head in time to his heartbeat. she held her breath, not wanting to hear him take those words back, which he would, if she said anything. the feel of how his heartbeat matched the pace of her fluttering one gave her some comfort.

he tucked one arm under her knees and gently lifted her up, adjusting his other arm under her back. regina winced as she lifted her arms, clasping her hands loosely around his neck.

“i’m sorry,” she murmured, tucking her head against his shoulder as he carried her to the car. “i won’t do it again.”

adam’s grip on her tightened, even as his shoulder seemed to relax a little at her admission. if expressing how important she was to the team – to him – would keep her safe, he would take that into consideration. based on the quiet of her breathing and soft heartbeat, he needed to get her to the agency doctors as fast as possible.

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desserts - felix hauville x nb!detective (twc)

day 1 - chocolate

author’s note: first time attempting to write something for each day of a monthly prompt challenge. and of course i went with my favorite fluff couple. there may be enough inspiration for a part 2 with smut... after the challenge maybe. i hope you enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – felix hauville x nb!detective (harley bishop) rating/warnings: 16+; fluff, suggestive imagery word count: ~750 based on/prompt: day 1 – chocolate from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly summary: felix and harley indulge in some chocolate fun.

desserts

harley let out a sigh of satisfaction as she took another bite of the chocolate dipped strawberry, carefully navigating around the stem before biting the fruit clean and tossing the stem back on the platter in front of her. she scanned the spread with a smile on her face, feeling absolutely giddy about the chocolate fondue gift basket she received from the agency as a thank you for the number of successful missions they completed over the past couple of months.

well, actually it was a “let’s make amends” gift from rebecca disguised as a “thank you” gift but it did show that rebecca remembered how much hayley loved chocolate. she couldn’t remember the last time she had a dessert so indulgent and she was going to enjoy every single grape, strawberry, cheese slice, and cookie, dipped or otherwise coated in delicious dark, ruby, or milk chocolate (she was going to ignore the abomination that is white chocolate) until it made her sick.

which it most likely would.

“i never thought i’d be jealous of fruit,” felix said, feigning a dramatic sigh despite the grin on his face.

hayley thought at one point that she’d be annoyed by now of his tendency to just stare at her adoringly, like he just couldn’t believe that she was real, and she was here.

she smiled at the thought – it really felt like he was hers and she was his and that it was always meant to be that way.

“it’s too bad you don’t like human food. this is so good,” she moaned, skewering an apple slice dipped in dark chocolate and making a show of licking the chocolate first beforehand.

she felt felix’s eyes follow her movements closely, widening slightly and watching how her tongue flicked around the skewer to get all the sauce. he visibly gulped and harley smirked, completely and utterly enjoying the effect she was having on him.

she stood up and walked over to where he leaning over the side of the armchair, nudging his knee inward so she could settle herself in his lap, her knees squeezing comfortably on either side of his thighs on the small armchair.

“i don’t think it’s fair for me to enjoy this all by myself,” she said innocently, reaching behind her to grab one of the larger grapes and dipping it in dark chocolate with one hand while felix held on to her waist to steady her.

“i’m on board with playing fair,” felix teased, running his hands up and down the outside of her thighs before settling on her waist as she lowered herself onto his lap.

she brought the grape to his lips, his mouth parting in anticipation and rubbed it slowly on his bottom lip, the chocolate already starting to drip on the side. she lowered her hand and leaned in to gently kiss his bottom lip, running her tongue over to lap up the chocolate, letting out a soft moan at the taste of him and her favorite sweet mingling together.

harley could feel felix’s heartbeat quicken under her palm as she lightly bit his bottom lip, his hands tightening around the belt loops of her jeans, tugging her impossibly closer. his lips then enveloped hers, chasing, as she leaned back with a smile so she could tease him more.

“oops, looks like some of the chocolate got on your neck,” she murmured softly, popping the grape into his mouth and nudging it closed with her thumb.

she watched him swirl the grape around in his mouth before leaning down to kiss his jaw, working her way down his neck, following the line of the chocolate. her soft breath ghosted after each kiss, his pulse quickening and hips starting to rise against her.

his breaths were becoming ragged and hayley pulled back to find his eyes were heavy-lidded and half-closed. she swirled her tongue around a small bit of chocolate remaining on her thumb, eyes locked on to his.

“want to take this to my room?” she asked, no longer teasing and hoping she was conveying how serious she was.

“i thought you’d never ask,” felix murmured, standing up so quickly that harley thought she was going to fall backward, squealing in surprise as felix threw her over his shoulder and used his vampire speed to run to her room before she could demand that he put her down.

she didn’t mind though. she was going to have two desserts today after all.

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sticky notes - adam du mortain x f!detective (twc)

day 6 - decoration

author’s note: teeny tiny book 3 spoilers. i just thought the idea of adam keeping a secret valentine’s day-themed message to himself would be a cute image, so enjoy!

copyright: all characters, except my oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – adam du mortain x f!detective (regina bishop) rating/warnings: 13+; fluff word count: 1.5k based on/prompt: day 6 – decoration from #28dateswithunitbravo challenge by @wayhavenmonthly summary: regina leaves adam with a sweet valentine’s-themed note after he escorts her home.

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regina rummaged around her purse until she felt the large, gaudy, heart-shaped charm at the end of a keychain. she inserted the key into the padlock, swinging the door open to the storage shed next to haley’s house, and used the flashlight on her phone to peer into the darkness of the room.

she shuffled inside after making sure there wasn’t anything on the floor that would trip her up, adam following close behind her.

“please explain to me why you are breaking into your friend’s home?” he asked, hands shoved deep into his coat pocket as he wrinkled his nose at the crowded, musty-smelling space.

“haley asked if i could pick up something for valentine’s day at the bakery. you could’ve waited outside,” she said pointedly, swinging her phone from side to side to examine the shelves.

“and what if someone had come after you? we’ve established that anywhere could be dangerous for you. i am here for your protection,” adam said firmly, his tone softening at the end in a way that made regina think that wasn’t the only reason. especially since he could still probably protect her from the driveway.

but she knew by now not to push him further on it. being patient was not her strong suit, but she was going to try and take farah’s advice, for all that it was worth.

“i do not understand why you have to do this. first of all, i do not think you should be encouraging the shop owner in her desires to test the boundaries of safety by changing her décor as often as she does. and secondly, as detective of this town, you have much more important duties to attend to,” adam grumbled.

regina chuckled as she began opening a few drawers and inspecting them briefly for the stickers that haley had specifically asked for. “first of all, you already know haley’s stance on that. and secondly, she’s not bothering me, i offered to swing by at the end of my patrol since it’s on the way home.”

adam put a hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him. regina tensed at his sudden touch, heart beginning to hammer in her chest as she steeled herself to look up at him. the moonlight behind him cast a large shadow that hid every part of him except his hair and eyes, the green in them so full of tenderness and concern that it made her breath catch.

“why? why would you endanger yourself willingly like that?” he whispered, his voice strained as though he wanted to say more but for some reason was holding back.

“i don’t think doing a favor for a friend counts as endangerment. haley and i have been friends a long time and we trust each other. she asked me if i could pick something up for her if i was going to pass her house since she’s out of town. it’s not a big deal,” she said softly. “you worry too much.”

regina gripped her phone tighter to keep from thinking about how he hadn’t removed his hand from her shoulder and how she desperately wished she could somehow delay his realization of that.

his shoulders deflated and he let out a sigh. “i suppose i must keep worrying for the both of us,” he murmured, shoving his hands back into his coat pockets. “and make sure you don’t go off on your own without protection.”

a cold air of disappointment settled over them both, replacing the tingling warmth she felt from his hand just moments before. she never did well with awkward silences and swung back around to resume her search, waving her phone around haphazardly as a distraction, barely lingering on any one spot long enough for her to see anything in detail.

“you know that i can take care of myself,” she muttered. adam’s use of the word “protection” was starting to grate on her nerves. but maybe she could turn things back on him.

regina pretended to walk to the other side of the room to examine a nearby shelf, noticing in her peripherals that his gaze followed even though his feet did not.

“when are you going to just admit that you want to spend time with me?” she called out, avoiding his gaze and holding her breath. she wasn’t sure where she got the courage to flirt openly with him, since their track record proved that the likelihood of him shutting her down was incredibly high.

“this is not what i would consider valuable time spent together,” adam responded with a shrug of his shoulders. “lurking about in a stranger’s shed.”

maybe it was the darkness and knowing that she could face away from him that gave her the boost she needed. “we’re not lurking and haley’s not a stranger, but that’s fair. then how about admitting that you just can’t be away from me?” she teased, her voice tinged with hope as she moved to another shelf, angling her body so she could observe his reaction without making direct eye contact.

adam opened his mouth as if to protest but then closed it immediately as if he decided better of it. he gave her a long look before turning away and walking back outside the shed. regina blinked in surprise before the familiar signs of hope sprouted in her chest. she shook her head to push the thoughts out of her mind and resume looking for the colored sticky notes that haley wanted.

“found them!” she called out as she picked up the bright pink pack of sticky notes with various valentine’s-themed messages written on them like “with love,” “be my valentine,” and “be mine.” she smiled as she read a few examples, the notes even had space for someone to sign or write a personalized message.

very cute, she thought to herself as she pulled out a few and stuffed them in her pocket to take home with her before walking out of the shed and locking the door.

“this is the end of my patrol—” regina started, taking a step away from adam down the driveway.

he quickly moved to stand next to her. “i will escort you home,” his tone was as resolute as ever, so she just shrugged and kept walking.

the brief walk back to her apartment was silent but not as awkward as the tension between them earlier. her fingers wrapped around the notes she had stuffed into her pocket, the messages written on them swirling around in her mind. before she knew it, they were in front of her door, standing awkwardly as though waiting for the other to say something first.

“goodnight, detective,” adam said softly, giving her a stiff nod before turning on his heel.

“wait,” regina called out quietly. he paused and turned back to look at her.

she rifled through her purse for a pen and grabbed one of the sticky notes from her pocket, scribbling on it quickly against the door before closing the gap between them.

she carefully lifted the lapel of his coat so she could place the sticky on his shirt, above his heart. adam tried to look down at the note but she quickly covered it, rubbing her hand down the fabric to make sure it stayed in place.

“something for you to remember tonight by,” she murmured, mustering the last remnants of courage from earlier to look him in the eyes. “wait until you get back to read it, please.”

regina gave him a small smile before turning back to her apartment. adam watched the darkness of her living room swallow her up, but not before she gave him a small wave.

it didn’t take him long to get back to the warehouse, which was comfortably quiet given the late hour and he trudged slowly back to his room, replaying the evening’s events in his mind. he knew he was still pushing regina away, potentially hurting her in the process, but something about tonight felt different. as though she was coming to expect it and to his puzzlement, understand him.

which ironically, was what he was trying to avoid.

he took off his coat and peeled off the bright pink, heart-shaped note on his shirt so that he could take a closer look.

“you’re mine,” was printed in loopy, cursive letters. he would normally scoff at such a sentimental statement being reduced to a childish display of commercialism, but regina’s handwriting at the bottom changed everything about it.

all she did was simply sign her name.

and he knew, deep down, that she was right.

adam fought the urge to crumple up the note and throw it out, to avoid any more reminders of the dangers of getting closer to the detective. instead, he carefully picked up the picture frame on his nightstand, a simple black frame outlining the photo they had to take while undercover at the carnival and placed the sticky note firmly on the top right corner.

he ran his finger over the note to make sure it stayed in place, lingering over the way her signature looped and dipped across the paper.

he may still be unwilling to indulge in his emotions, especially outwardly in front of others’, but here, in the privacy of his room, he could let himself enjoy this moment.

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