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Pax and Farah are a variant of that hot witch wife meme except it's "my hot mad scientist wife" - Pax, in a lab coat, holding a shot glass with some plastic rubber banded over the top. "me doing whatever the hell she wants" - Farah biting on the shot glass like when you venom milk snakes.

#pax izaz #the wayhaven chronicles

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I’m highlighting the “stuff” portion of daisymakesstuff today to show off some crochet projects. These are flower fairy topsy turvy dolls. The rose and tulip fairy are based on pre-existing patterns by chibiscraft. The sunflower fairy is a prototype I made myself in a similar style because there aren't enough reversible flower fairies in this world.

#crochet

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Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles

Pairing: Morgan x F!Detective (Neveah Desanto)

Rating: G

Description: A little snippet about softness and spiders and the importance of homes. No spiders actually appear, but there are webs.

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Morgan holds back a branch so Neveah can come through, batting away a nearby spiderweb with her hand, just in case. Neveah ducks under Morgan's hand and flashes her a grateful little smile. She hesitates before she starts walking though, glancing back briefly at the branch while they continue down the trail with a soft sort of sadness that eats away at Morgan's peace.  “What? What’s wrong?” Morgan demands. Neveah shakes her head. 

“It’s nothing," she wavers, but Morgan's patient and the expectant silence between them eventually wins out. "...Do you think we can leave the spider webs alone?” 

Morgan snorts. “You worried about the spiders now too?”

Neveah looks away, a little embarrassed. Morgan’s brows furrow briefly, but then she laughs in realization. 

“You really are!” 

“I’d be pretty upset if I came back and my house was destroyed,” she defends lightheartedly. 

“That’s happened to you multiple times, sweetheart.” 

“Oh.” A surprised whisper under her breath as the reality of that hits her. There’s a moment of panic, where Morgan thinks she’s fucked up again before Neveah recovers. “And I definitely didn’t like it.” 

Morgan rolls her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitches in amusement. She hugs Neveah closer to her side. “You’re too damn soft.”

#my fanfic #neveah desanto

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Lauren Jenkins doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day (I mean, she’ll fuck nasty, but she’d do that any day of the week), but she does celebrate Mistress Day with great joy and delight.

It is mostly limited to ravenously consuming social media drama these days, but man if you take her to the Big City and let her eavesdrop at a fancy restaurant…those are the good times Lauren remembers when she considers sending Bobby a “you up?” text.

#lauren jenkins

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Happy Valentine’s Day, lovely person 🌹

Thank you so much for your fun and thoughtful TWC posts and the writing you share! Your analysis about M and PTSD lives rent-free in my brain, it was so good.

Here’s a romance-themed OC question for any OC(s) of your choosing (no pressure to answer on Valentine’s day itself, or at all):

What does your OC get as a Valentine’s gift for their LI (if anything)? What does their LI get them?

Ahhh thank you so much! I'm glad people liked it!

These are all based on where the relationship is at given the end of Book 3:

Pax gets Farah a pretty rock she found and then they make slime together. Pax gives Farah a lot of pretty rocks since that scene in Book 2 where Farah talks about only ever getting practical gifts, though. Farah gets Pax a valentine's day card with a bad nerd pun on it such as: "I sulfur when you argon." She also gets one of those heart-shaped boxes of chocolates "for Pax" and then wants to try all the flavors with her.

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Louise goes traditional, a bouquet of red roses with a handwritten note sealed with wax.

Nat also gets Louise a bouquet, but it's lovingly arranged using a variety of flowers that express her sentiments of love and affection in the language of floriography. Then she shoos the rest of the team out of the warehouse so they can have a romantic candlelit dinner together.

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Neveah gives Morgan a cheek kiss and the pleasure of watching her get flustered every time Morgan makes Valentine's Day themed propositions.

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Ainsley pranks Ava by hiding Valentine's Day themed rubber ducks in her stuff. This is definitely a prank and not an expression of affection. They then spend the day at Tina's house cracking jokes and eating ice cream while they watch rom coms together so Ainsley can pretend they aren't moping. Ava breaks furniture and mopes. The gift is that none of it is Ainsley's.

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Lauren and Morgan do not give each other gifts for Valentine's Day but the rest of Unit Bravo may choose to give themselves the gift of not being in the warehouse so they don't have to hear the two of them.

#pax izaz #louise langford #lauren jenkins #ainsley rice #neveah desanto

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From The Detective’s Phone, Lauren Jenkins Edition

Part 1 | Part 2

#throw back to their police academy days #and when Lauren gave every single contact tinder hookup names #lauren jenkins #also yes I do think through if my OCs would be apple or android users #these are deliberate artistic decsions

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All of my Detectives: *have mommy issues, for roughly the same reasons*

Lauren Jenkins: I will sneak out of the house to make dangerous decisions, get into physical fights any chance I get, and say things to you that are specifically designed to do maximum emotional damage with the skill only a middle school girl can have. In high school I will run away from home and skip school for a few days at a time just to see if you notice. I will start smoking in the house just to spite you.

When I move out and get access to Big City Bad Decisions™ I will do hard drugs and become a stripper and squat in abandoned buildings and date a man 30 years older than me not out of financial need but just because I think you will hate it. Did I almost die a few times? Yeah, but fuck you. I will only call you for help when I am about to go to prison.

In my late 20’s, when you are still constantly lying to me, I will still be putting thumb tacks on your chair. I will start fucking one of your precious agents and grope them in front of you. I will refuse your assistance any chance I get and air your dirty laundry to everyone you know. Will I almost die a few more times because of it? Yeah, but fuck you.

#lauren jenkins

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Infiltrated

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles

Pairing: Farah Hauville x F!Detective (Pax Izaz)

Rating: T

Description: What is a scientist-turned-detective to do when the mysterious government agents sent to "help" her on a murder case are very clearly the primary suspects?

Written in present tense, 3rd person POV. Selected segments of Book 1 rewritten and presented in chronological order.

The first 8 chapters are currently up for this, covering portions of chapters 3-10 in Book 1 and is at 24,922 words right now.

Read on AO3

#my fanfic #pax izaz

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From The Detective’s Phone, Pax Izaz Edition

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

#pax izaz

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From The Detective’s Phone, Pax Izaz Edition

Part 1 | Part 2

#pax izaz #inspired by a tiktok comment thread about people's worst work mistakes #the wayhaven chronicles #bobby marks

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Distraction

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles

Pairing: Morgan x F!Detective (Lauren Jenkins)

Rating: E

Words: 1,332

The detective looks remarkably casual lounging against the back of the couch with one leg tucked up beside her on the seat. The act would probably fool a human, but a vampire can smell the fear on her, can hear the rapid beating of her heart and the shaky attempts at deep breaths. 

Morgan perches on the arm rest, just centimeters from Lauren's arm. She waits for a bit, but the detective doesn’t respond. Not even a twitch or slight shift of the eye to show she’s noticed Morgan. Must be bad, then.  Read the Rest on AO3

#my fanfic #the wayhaven chronicles #lauren jenkins #nsft

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Things Pax says that Farah finds distressing:

“Objectively, I’m ugly.”

“Typically, my behavior is classified as ‘unsettling’.”

“Of course, most people are lying. That’s normal.”

“I was Wayhaven’s only known case of Bubonic Plague since 1877.”

“Drinking too much water can actually kill a human.”

#pax izaz

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Hygiene Headcanons

Neveah Desanto

Moisturizing exfoliants so her skin is baby soft and she's kind of oily when she gets out of the shower.

Light makeup usually mascara, tinted moisturizer/sunscreen, mascara, and tinted lip balm.

Not strict about it but is definitely swayed toward more 'natural' marketed products

Washes whole body every shower which is every day but she usually only washes her hair twice a week (unless circumstances require it)

Hair is either kept loose or in a single braid generally.

Warm, friendly, and cozy scents, very feminine. Rotates them out by season.

Uses mint toothpaste but it's a soft mint flavor

Her nails are well-manicured, but not usually painted.

Lauren Jenkins

Dry and flaky like a pillsbury biscuit. Lots of lotion and chapstick involved. Gravitates towards things marketed to insecure men (partially prefers masculine fragrances and partially for the aesthetic of the packaging)

Cinnamon toothpaste because she is a hellspawn

Her hair is actually dyed but she uses like whatever the Wayhaven equivalent of Splat is so fading isn't really and issue, but she can never bleach it out ever.

Bathes often but would probably be pretty gross if she ever chopped off all her hair. She has to wash it every day or it gets greasy. This does not always stop her from skipping showers, but it often does.

Medium to heavy makeup, always in dark colors and usually pretty grungy in aesthetic.

Nails and Toes get painted, usually black, sometimes red or dark purple, but somehow they're always chipped to hell and back.

Louise Langford

Showers everyday, but her braids only get washed as needed. She's very particular about using products that create minimal build up.

Very strict about her hair routine. She keeps it in a protective style for 6 weeks, then takes them out. Her scalp gets a two week break and then into another protective style it goes. Braids are her go-to, but sometimes she likes to mix it up.

Her nails also get done every six weeks. The only nail artist in Wayhaven thinks she is in a bowling league and that is why she needs those two nails shorter. She may never forgive anyone who ruins this for her.

Has one signature fragrance that she wears all the time.

Spearmint toothpaste

No-makeup makeup look basically every day.

Pax Izaz

Mint toothpaste can go fuck itself, she uses a variety of flavors like some sort of toothpaste sommelier.

So. Many. Hair Products.

There's a little makeup bag underneath her sink sprinkled with silica gel packets that is gathering dust. She had to bust it out for the auction in Book 3.

Worried about the health and safety of her expired makeup? Fear not instead of replacing products when they expire she has simply opted to only use dry products like powders or cakes. That is also why the silica gel packets are there.

Showers every other day, but her hair routine varies wildly depending on the style she keeps it in.

Likes to do a lot of those vintage styles that you set and then wear for an entire week.

Ainsley Rice

Showers daily but it takes them like 5 minutes max.

2-in-1 shampoo and body wash in whatever scents tickle their fancy but then salon-quality conditioner.

Usually no makeup or fragrance, but they will play around with mascara or eyeliner occasionally.

They are not aware that you can just...buy those face paint cakes and no one should ever tell them or they will complete their full transformation into an actual clown.

Bubblegum toothpaste.

Hairstyling? Well...they brush it and it somehow manages to look unbrushed still.

#I spoon feed you more OC lore #pax izaz #neveah desanto #lauren jenkins #ainsley rice #louise langford

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Some of my The Wayhaven Chronicles detectives represented by quotes from the series.

#lauren jenkins #neveah desanto #ainsley rice #my edits

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All I'm saying is the Warehouse is in the forest, which means there are forest creatures for the detective to interact with:

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A sprints to my side at a more human pace than they must prefer with the midday sun shining overhead. Glistening with sweat, they must have come straight from the training grounds. I try not to let that distract me. They stand tense for a moment, though I can't see their expression under their aviators.

"Detective, why do you have a wild animal?" they finally break the silence, voice dripping with disapproval. I look down to the opossum curled up in my lap, gently running a hand over it's back.

"Found it in the dumpster," I say with a shrug.

"Feral creatures carry diseases and are aggressive toward humans you cannot just..." their tone turns incredulous as the reality of the situation sets in, "pick them up whenever you please."

I stare directly into the lenses of their black aviators as I give the opossum a gentle scritch behind the ear. "So aggressive," I drawl sarcastically. A's jaw clenches in irritation.

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"Shoo!" I shout loudly from the steps of the back porch, waving the flipflop in my hand threateningly. It was the nearest projectile I could find that wouldn't do much in the way of real damage. "F worked hard on those flowers!"

"Detective?" N asks with concern, peering in through the doorway. "Is something wrong?"

"Jeremy is being a pest," I explain, gesturing out into the garden where the black bear has his jaws opened wide and hovering over one of F's blooming wild flowers. A warm but firm hand settles onto my shoulder. I turn around and find N with a tight smile plastered onto their face.

"Detective," they say gently but with an underlying tension, "perhaps it would be better if you didn't pick fights with bears."

"It's a black bear," I protest. "This is what you're supposed to do." Well, more or less. Jeremy finally decides the flower is not worth the trouble, closing his mouth and lumbering away from the back garden to climb his usual tree. "See?"

#my fanfic #we will reblog this here too #the wayhaven chronicles

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Resilience

Rating: General

Relationships: Nat Sewell x F!Detective (@stolenoc's Rory Kingston)

Word Count: 2,267

For the @wayhavenficexchange. This was a really fun challenge and I hope I did Rory justice! Click the title for AO3 link.

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Nat has spent centuries admiring poetic words about broken hearts, only to find them wanting when she needs them most. Her heart is not merely broken. It is shredded , and every day without finding Aurora, every mission where Unit Bravo finds her blood instead of her, rips away another piece of it. 

Weeks have passed since Rory was taken from Nat— from all of them. There was no warning before it happened, no confrontation or suspicious sightings. One morning Nat kissed her beloved goodbye before she went to work, and she never came back. 

The team found Rory’s apartment in a state of disarray and the air laden heavily with magic, but little else to help direct their search. The first few days after Rory’s disappearance were spent combing every inch of the town and the surrounding area outside of it. The Agency even sent in Unit Alpha to assist, tracking being one of their specialties. 

Nat’s vivid imagination has gotten her through plenty of hardships in her past, but she curses it now. Visions of Rory calling out for Nat, needing her, as she is ripped from her apartment plague Nat. How frightened must she have been? 

“She’ll produce more blood alive than dead,” Morgan offered as a comfort to Nat who, at the time, was on her knees in the middle of Rory’s apartment, refusing to leave until they found something .  Unfortunately, they all know from experience that ‘alive’ does not mean ‘well’. As long as their product is breathing, that will be enough for her captors. In fact, it’s probably safer for them to break her mind than her body. 

Nat forces herself to bury those thoughts every time they bubble up to the surface. They won’t help her find Rory, and Rory has to be alive. There is no other option. It has only been a few months, but already she cannot imagine a life without her. 

A firm, solid hand lands on Nat’s shoulder, drawing her attention away from the pile of recent mission and patrol logs she has been poring over all day. Nat forces a small smile on her face as she turns to look at Ava, but she doesn’t get the chance to speak. 

“We have a lead.” 

Far Outside of Wayhaven

The dilapidated brick building looms behind Unit Bravo. At one point, decades ago, it had been a hospital. Now the building looks as though it doesn’t belong among the sprawling untamed field that has sprouted up around it.

“Commanding Agent Du Mortain?” Lesedi’s voice filters through over the radio.

“Copy.” 

“Two suspects have fled the building on foot. One unit should pursue the suspects and the other should search the building.” Lesedi pauses, allowing the situation to sink in. “Who do you want to pursue?” 

For a moment, there is conflict on Ava’s face as she considers the information provided, but it passes quickly.  “Agreed. Unit Bravo will search the area. Unit Alpha can pursue the suspects,” Ava doles out tasks.

They are all exhausted, having spent weeks chasing down lead after lead, most of them dead ends. The situation only worsened once Rory’s blood hit the supernatural black market. The Agency needed their top teams (and the one most experienced with the detective’s blood) to help handle the outbreaks of massively powerful supernaturals. 

None of them are at their best right now, but Nat has not slept in…she tries to remember the last time she got real sleep. More than just falling asleep for a few minutes on accident. Three weeks? Her healing abilities can only compensate for so much. 

All eyes turn to Nat, whose eyes glisten with unshed tears. 

“Thank you, Ava,” she says. Ava nods stiffly to Nat and then gestures to the building. The team launches into action. 

Inside the Abandoned Hospital

Nat can smell Aurora’s blood in the distance, and she turns to the rest of the team to confirm that they too can smell it, that her mind has not taken to trying to appease her with hallucinations. 

They are already looking back at her. The smell is strongest from the lower levels, but most of Unit Bravo know better than to get their hopes up now. Not Nat, though. Somehow, even after so many times, the scent of Aurora’s blood has hope swelling in Nat’s chest. 

“According to our intelligence, the building has five levels including one below ground,” Ava begins. “We will clear the first floor together and then split up to cover the remaining levels. Nat, you will take the lower level. Farah, clear the top level and the stairwells. Morgan gets the third.” 

As expected, the first floor is empty. The area is fairly open, a bad place for anyone to hide. Most likely it was a lobby and waiting area in the hospital’s heyday. Nat wastes no time, sprinting down the cracking concrete stairwell to reach the building’s basement. There are no windows, just sprawling hallways of rusted metal doors and cracking paint. 

“Rory! Are you down here?” Nat calls out. There’s no answer, but she doesn’t truly expect one. Soon though, the sound of a rapid fluttering heartbeat comes into focus. 

She recognizes it instantly. Aurora. 

“She’s down here!” Nat shouts into the radio. There’s a response, but the words don’t register for Nat. She is much too busy pulling at the handle of one particular door with additional shiny silver locks, clearly out of place among the older hardware on all the other doors.“Rory!?” 

The doorway breaks before the door, leaving behind splintered wood and plaster. At one point the small padded room behind the door may have been white, but age and lack of maintenance have turned the cushions a dingy beige color. 

“Ya rouhi,” Nat gasps the endearment with equal measures of relief and horror. Ava is the first to make it down to Nat, and promptly takes the door from her hands, propping it up against the wall of the hallway. Morgan and Farah follow shortly after. Morgan gives the team leader a short nod, and Farah flashes a thumbs up, confirming the building is clear of any threats. 

Rory is curled up in the corner, alive, wide-eyed with shock from the loud noises, and in one piece. That is the good news. The bad news is just about everything else.

Her wrists are red and swollen from the handcuffs she has on, a sharp contrast against her unusually pallid skin. Her breaths come short and shallow, and her expression is distant and weak. She’s lost weight. A few inches of medical tubing stick out of her arm, the ends covered by small plastic caps. Despite all of that, Rory’s expression lights up when she sees Nat, making warm affection bloom in Nat’s chest. 

In a flash of motion, Nat crosses the room to kneel at Rory’s side one hand cupping her cheek reverently. 

“Nat?” She asks, voice hoarse from disuse. Then she shifts a little to get a better view through the doorway. The movement is sluggish, but it doesn’t seem to cause her pain at least. “Ava? Is everyone here?” 

“All here and ready to rescue you!” Farah pokes her head around the now crumbling doorway, a relieved grin on her face. 

“It’s us,” Nat speaks softly, as though to a frightened animal. Rory isn’t well, of course, but Nat cannot find any injuries beyond the superficial wounds on her wrist and some bruising. “We’re getting you out of here. Can you walk?” 

“I think so,” Rory says, shifting her weight to stand only to wobble unsteadily. Strong, toned arms reach out to stabilize her. 

“Is it alright if I carry you?” Nat asks, doing her best to keep her voice from cracking. Rory’s gaze is hazy and unfocused, and she has to pause in order to process the question. 

“Yeah,” she croaks. The word hardly gets out before Nat has her scooped up into a bridal-style carry. Morgan grabs Farah by the back of the shirt, yanking her out of the way of the doorway, while Ava advises Agent Kingston of their status. She will handle coordinating the medics. 

 Nat is grateful for the rest of the team, because she isn’t sure she could stand to leave Rory’s side though she knows she will have to eventually. 

A Few Hours Later, At the Agency Facility

Nat shoves her hands into her pockets for what feels like the hundredth time. Her and Rebecca both stand outside of the infirmary, anxiously awaiting news. The door behind them bursts open, and Morgan trudges in with a bag of Rory’s things slung over her shoulder. 

“There’s a couple books in there,” Morgan gruffs as she pushes the bag into Nat’s hands. 

“Thank you, Morgan.” Nat manages a small smile when she takes the bag. Morgan glances at the door to the infirmary and then back to Nat. 

“They haven’t let you see her yet?” Morgan asks, voice tinged with a thread of concern. Nat shakes her head. 

“She’s gonna be okay, Natkins,” Farah slaps a reassuring hand on Nat’s back in an effort to lighten the mood. 

The door to the waiting room swings open again, much more quietly this time. Ava strides in with two facility room keys in her hand and holds them out to Rebecca and Nat. 

“Get some sleep. I will keep watch over Aurora. We will notify you when she is allowed visitors,” Ava says firmly. Rebecca hesitates, but she glances to the infirmary door, and then to Nat, and eventually takes the key. 

“Thank you, Agent,” Rebecca says. She leaves the room quickly, perhaps eager to get away from prying eyes. Ava’s gaze then flicks to Nat, who wilts under the stare with a heavy sigh. 

“I’ll go. You don’t need to order me.” She can’t help but look back at the infirmary door as she leaves. Rory may be safe now, but is she scared? Is there any permanent damage? 

In the end, she gets a couple of hours of fitful sleep before Ava comes to get her. 

Inside Rory’s Recovery Room

Rory is propped up in the hospital bed. She’s cleaner, wrists sanitized and bandaged, and more alert than she was at first, but the smile she plasters on when Nat enters the room is clearly fake. 

“How are you feeling?” Nat asks gently, settling into a chair by the bed and taking one of Rory’s hands in her own. 

“I’m alright. They’re just keeping me overnight for observation.”

“You know that it’s okay if you’re not alright, right? It took us so long to find you…” Nat trails off, words failing her yet again, as they often do when it comes to Aurora. “I can’t imagine what they must have put you through.” 

“I’m not sure it feels real yet. That I’ve been rescued,” Rory admits. Her eyes flicker over to her left arm, where the IV is inserted. Nat follows her gaze, heart clenching in her chest as she realizes the Agency medics left in whatever permanent line Rory’s captors had given her. 

It was Trappers as it turns out, using stolen supernatural powers to cover their tracks. Thankfully, Unit Alpha managed to capture the entire outfit of them, including the crooked doctor they’d been using to collect Aurora’s blood. Their work isn’t done, of course, the Agency suspects they do not have all of the blood in their possession, 

The Agency must have had a good reason for keeping it, but that does nothing for the haunted look in Rory’s eyes. Nat squeezes Rory’s hand gently, in an effort to draw her attention back. It works, at least for a moment, Rory turns her head back to look at Nat. 

“They were able to capture everyone that was in the building,” Nat assures her, as though that means anything. As though there are not a seemingly infinite number of Trappers. 

“I’m really okay, Nat. You came and got me, just like I knew you would.” Rory truly means that when she says it. There is no resentment that Unit Bravo, that Nat, was not there sooner or to prevent the kidnapping at all. 

The genuine acceptance is a balm for Nat’s wounded, guilty heart. In that moment, she falls just a little bit more in love with Rory. Beautiful, wonderful, incredibly resilient Rory who looks absolutely exhausted. Of course she would be, after the day she has had. 

“You should rest,” Nat urges softly, eyes flooded with concern. Rory starts to blink, but her eyes stay closed for a little longer than they should as if she’s considering the suggestion. “I can read to you if you think it might help you sleep?”

Rory nods. With her free hand, Nat reaches down and unzips the duffle bag, not quite ready to let go just yet.  There are, in fact, two books right at the top, though Nat can’t help but purse her lips at the improper storage of them. One of them is unfamiliar to her, most likely something Rory had in her room, so Nat grabs that one.

“Is this one alright, rouhi?” Nat asks. She turns the book’s cover to face Rory, gripping it carefully to try and use the heat of her hands the smooth out the paperback’s rumpled corners. In answer, Rory snuggles down into the thin hospital blanket and shuts her eyes. This time, the smile that crosses Nat’s face is more genuine, and she cracks open the book. 

Rory falls asleep to the warm sound of Nat’s voice chasing away her fears.

#my fanfic #the wayhaven chronicles

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Cuddle Puddle

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles

Rating: General

Relationships: mostly gen, light Morgan x F!Detective (Neveah Desanto)

Word Count: 1,015

Description: While on some very nice pain killers after a surgery, the detective decides she wants cuddles. All of the cuddles.

A.K.A. I tried to come up with a scenario where I could get all of Unit Bravo into something resembling a cuddle puddle.

At the Facility Infirmary

The Agency medics expect Neveah to make a full recovery in a few weeks, and the surgery went smoothly. Nat is the one to suggest that she recover at the warehouse, but the rest of the team seems to agree.

“It’ll be like a slumber party!” Farah enthuses.  Morgan doesn’t say anything, or even groan in complaint. She’s let Neveah rest her head on her shoulder for the last half hour without a single sexual comment, which is a seal of approval as far as Neveah is concerned. 

“She would be there to rest,” Nat chastises. Neveah, in a pleasant haze from the pain medication they have her on, can’t help but giggle at the scene.

“The warehouse is a more defensible location. It will make keeping you safe easier,” Ava adds. With that practically glowing review from the team leader, Neveah grins. 

“Then how can I refuse?” Neveah says. The Agency also seems much more keen to let her recover at home once they know that ‘home’ would be their strategically placed warehouse where her four vampire bodyguards live. 

The Warehouse, A Few Days Later

After some hemming and hawing– Nat wanted to have all of Neveah’s belongings moved upstairs and Ava had to convince her that was wholly unnecessary– the team decided they would move a bed into one of the rooms on the upper floor, so Neveah wouldn’t have to walk far to get to most of the common rooms. 

Neveah is grateful for that right now as she gingerly pushes herself out of bed to check around the warehouse. It doesn’t hurt thanks to the strict medication schedule Nat has her on, but she definitely felt a lot better laying down than she does shuffling down the hallway. 

There is something surreal about the fact that she can feel the stiffness of her body and every tug or touch of her incision, but there’s no real pain to accompany it. The medication also makes her head feel fuzzy. She can’t quite make her brain work well enough to read and she’s starting to get bored. 

She wants company, and conversation…and cuddles . Yes. That one. The moment she thinks the word, she’s certain of what she wants. 

Pinning Morgan down is easy. She’s lounging on a couch in the living room, already looking at the door before Neveah makes it inside. 

“Need something, sweetheart?” Morgan asks. 

Words are hard, so Neveah just plops herself down onto Morgan’s lap. Well…she slowly and carefully lowers herself into Morgan’s lap, and Morgan doesn’t move from her spot on the couch while Neveah does it. 

When she finally does get settled, letting out a sigh of relief as she sinks into Morgan’s touch, Morgan’s eyes comb over her in surprisingly chaste inspection before wrapping an arm loosely around her waist. 

Time is also hard for Neveah right now, but Nat wanders in what she thinks is a few minutes later. Nat’s halfway through making a face of disapproval before she realizes there’s nothing untoward happening. Neveah makes grabby hands at her to distract her from her shock. It works, based on the look of confusion that spreads across her face. 

“What are you doing?” Nat asks. “Are you alright?”

“Come here!” Neveah urges. 

Nat complies, and Neveah stretches her arms out. Morgan rolls her eyes, but tightens her arms around Neveah’s waist so she doesn’t tip over or pull on her stitches in the process. Nat also indulges her, walking closer until Neveah can comfortably wrap her arms around Nat and sit in Morgan’s lap at the same time. 

“Cuddle me!” Neveah requests with undisguised delight. Nat glances to Morgan who is refusing to make eye contact. 

“Whatever,” Morgan finally mutters. Nat flashes a bemused smile and sits down on the couch next to Neveah. Neveah rests her head on Nat’s shoulder, still splayed across Morgan’s lap and acting as a buffer between the two of them. 

“What are you all doing in–? Hey! Are you snuggling without me !?” Farah demands. She doesn’t wait for an answer, squishing herself between Neveah and Nat.

“Farah, be careful!” Nat flings out her arms to keep Farah from jostling Neveah too hard while the young vampire wiggles herself into place.  Neveah just makes a pleased hum, shifting to rest her head on Farah’s shoulder with one arm stretched out to touch Nat’s shoulder, because of course she needs to be touching all of them at the same time. 

Ava arrives home a shortly after, making her way through the warehouse to check in with the rest of unit regarding her trip to the Facility. 

“Ava!” Neveah calls with a drowsy gasp of joy, lifting her head from Farah’s shoulder. “You’re all home now!” 

Ava blinks as she takes in the situation. “What are you all doing?”

“I came in and Neveah was cuddling everyone else,” Farah shrugs. Morgan grumbles, but she still hasn’t moved. 

“It’s a cuddle puddle!” Neveah adds, trying to wave Ava in with her free hand. “Come cuddle!”

Ava looks appalled by the mere concept, let alone her personal invitation to join. Nat flashes an amused smile her way, and Farah watches the commanding agent's discomfort with enthusiasm. 

“Oh, come on old friend,” Nat teases, glancing meaningfully to Neveah, “at least sit down.”

“Scared of a little snuggling?” Farah challenges with a mischievous grin. Ava’s eyes narrow and her expression falls into a determined frown. She stiffly comes to sit down beside Nat on the couch. Snuggling may be too generous of a word but, by nature of having five people on a 3-seat sofa, she is pressed up against Nat. 

“Yay!” Neveah cheers, the sound joyful but also soft and sleepy. Briefly, she stretches her arm out just a little further, fingers wiggling as though that will somehow give her enough reach to touch Ava on the other side of the couch. She finally gives up after a few seconds. 

Thankfully for all of them, they only have to sit there for a few minutes before Neveah is asleep. 

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