#ava du mortain x detective

[thewayhavenchronicle]

the b-word

Rating: G Pairing: Ruth Bihari x Ava du Mortain Words: 1300 Happy Birthday to the love of my life, Ava du Mortain!

Ava has not celebrated a birthday in… it must be decades, at this point. It’s just not something she’s interested in keeping track of anymore, and it hasn’t been for some time. 

The only vague awareness she needs is the knowledge that she is coming up on her first millennium and that is terrifying in a way that makes her feel like she’s standing at the edge of a skyscraper, looking down at the ground with the innate knowledge that she won’t survive the fall. Thinking about the centuries under her belt makes her feel two inches to the left of her body — the body she’s inherited for nine centuries — and, if she allows herself to linger on the feeling, she feels as if somehow everyone around her will be able to take one look at her and know that she is not human.

Farah had tried to throw her a birthday party the first year after she joined the unit. Tried being the key word, as Nate had been quick to shut it down, ever the faithful friend (as he ought to be, after three centuries together).

All of these conflicting emotions are why she often spends her birthday away from everyone, throwing herself into work or something that will occupy her mind to avoid the darkness lurking just beneath the surface. 

Since they’ve been in Wayhaven permanently, and since she finally got to take her baby out of storage, she decides to spend this day working on her car. Maybe even go for a drive.

That is all to say, when Ruth finds her out in the garage with a mischievous grin on her face, Ava is immediately suspicious.

“Hi.”

Ava blinks up at her, lying on her back from where she’d been working on something under the car. Ruth’s grin doesn’t waver as she rocks back and forth on her heels, hands behind her back as she obviously has something hiding back there. Frowning, Ava sits up on her elbows, cocking an eyebrow at the Detective.

“...hello.”

Ruth laughs at the tone Ava has, looking up at the car as she smiles brightly. “Are you taking her out, today?”

“I… I might,” Ava says, still unsure about what it is, exactly, that Ruth wants. She sits up more, bracing her forearms on her knees. “It’s nice out today, at least, and we all have the day off, so it seems like a good time.”

Ruth nods. “It’s beautiful out, today. The park might be a little busy, but I know a place where the road leads up to a cliff overlooking the sea if you want.”

“That sounds… nice.”

Ruth laughs at the hesitation Ava has when she speaks, grinning down at her in such a way that Ava’s breath catches in her throat. For a moment, she swears that the sunlight streaming in from the open garage door gets a little brighter to match the joy and contentment sparkling in Ruth’s eyes.

And then Ruth shakes her head a little and offers Ava what she had behind her back.

It’s an oblong, velvet jewelry box with a little blue ribbon on it.

Ava winces before she can stop herself, and Ruth laughs again, bright and joyful enough that Ava’s lips twitch reluctantly with the urge to join in the laughter. Ava takes the box as Ruth lowers herself to sit on the ground across from her. 

“I know you don’t like celebrating the b-word,” Ruth starts, shrugging lightly. “Nate warned me about that. But, I saw this online the other day and it was too fitting to pass up. You’re welcome to be mad at me about it, but…” she trails off with another shrug.

Ava snorts softly, returning her gaze to the box. Delicately, she sighs and tugs at one end of the ribbon, the satin sliding away and falling to the pavement below. Bracing herself for — whatever might be inside this thing, she carefully opens the box…

…and her shoulders slump a little as she takes in the delicate silver pendant on a chain lying in the velvet.

At first glance, the pendant seems to be in the shape of a shield. However, upon closer inspection, there is a sword in the middle, surrounded by two dragons coiled on either side, all forming the shape of a shield. In the center of the pendant lies a stone almost the exact shade of Ava’s eyes.

“Oh…”

It’s barely a breath as she exhales softly, reaching out to touch the pendant delicately with her fingers. 

Ruth’s foot shakes in her periphery as she waits for Ava’s response, nerves clearly getting to her. Ava looks back up at her to find a hopeful look on her face, teeth gnawing at her lower lip. When she meets her eyes, Ruth smiles a little.

“...well?”

Ava considers her for a moment, eyes trailing over her pretty face — and the she snorts again, smiling softly down at the necklace.

“It’s lovely,” Ava says, pulling the chain from the velvet. As the chain pulls free, she realizes that it isn’t long enough to be pulled over the head.

“Do you want to wear it?” 

“I do.”

The answer falls from her lips faster than she’d expected, but any embarrassment Ava might have felt fades quickly when she looks up at Ruth and catches the excitement in her eyes. Ruth shifts onto her knees, holding her hands out and wiggling her fingers as she says, “I’ll help.”

Ava isn’t entirely sure about this, but she doesn’t want to not wear it, so she willingly hands it over, careful not to brush Ruth’s skin as the pendant drops into her waiting palm. Turning around, Ava bends her neck, leaning forward a little so that Ruth can access the nape of her neck easily. Ruth brushes at some of the hair that had fallen loose from Ava’s bun as she worked on her car — ignores the way a full-body shiver washes over Ava’s skin, making her visibly shake for a moment — and then she drapes the necklace around Ava’s neck, fixing the clasp quickly and easily.

The pendant falls perfectly against her sternum, hitting near the top of her cleavage. Not in the way and able to be visible if Ava were to decide to wear a tanktop or something lower cut than the crew-cut tees she favors.

Touching it gently, she turns to look at Ruth again. 

Something in her stomach flutters at how close Ruth is.

“Thank you,” she says faintly, caught on the way the sun catches on one of the hubcaps reflects the sunlight into Ruth’s eyes, lighting them up like a bottle of cognac in the sun. 

Ruth smiles. “I’m glad you like it.”

I love it. I love you.

Ava coughs, looking away as her ears begin to burn and rubbing at the back of her neck. Clearing her throat, she looks back at her car and asks, “Do you want… do you want to go for a drive with me?”

A stupid question, Ava realizes, because Ruth immediately lights up, sitting upright so quickly that her curly hair bounces softly with the motion. “I’d love to!”

Ava smiles even as longing closes a cold fist around her heart, squeezing as she takes in just how beautiful Ruth is. 

She still doesn’t like celebrating her birthday. She doesn’t care to actually count how old she is or force herself to choke down a piece of cake.

This isn’t so bad, though. When she pulls out onto the main road, with late spring air combing sticky fingers through their hair, feeling the quiet hum of her car beneath her hands as she drives them up the coast, her heart in the seat beside her…

Well, she thinks maybe this birthday, at least, is a good one.

#twc a #twc ava #ava du mortain #a du mortain #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #ava x ruth #a du mortain x detective #ava du mortain x detective #ruth bihari

[songofsoma]

a little reward

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles pairing: ava du mortain x f!detective (cecilia beck) words: 2,098 rating: explicit

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“Again,” Ava barked.

Cecilia groaned from her spot sprawled along the mats covering the hard floor. Even with the added cushion, she swore every bone in her body jostled at every rough impact. “Ava, please,” she whined. “Have a little mercy.”

Clearly, that response was not well received judging how Ava crouched over her, seriousness hardening her already icy gaze. “Do you think Trappers will have mercy? Or rogue supernaturals? Do you think they’ll see you’re tired and offer a water break?” She scoffed.

“No need to be rude,” she grumbled.

Her face softened at that and she held out her hand, which Cecilia took begrudgingly. Ava planted her hands on either arm, steadying her in place. “You are more than capable. I’ve seen it. But this is still important.” The look that lingered on her face told Cecilia the unspoken words reeling behind that thick skull of Ava’s.

I can’t risk losing you . 

One hand rose to cup Cecilia’s cheek, a calloused thumb brushing along plush skin. Cecilia covered Ava’s hand with her own. A few uninterrupted heartbeats passed between them before she spoke.

“I’ll do it again, but you have to reward me afterward.”

Ava raised a brow. Her grasp dropped, loosely holding Cecilia’s hips. “And what might that be?”

Cecilia grinned and tapped her lips. “I think I deserve a little kiss, don’t you?”

With a snort, Ava rolled her eyes. “I would hardly call that a reward.”

“Why? You think you’re a bad kisser?” she paused. “Or are you calling me a bad kisser?”

“I am saying neither.”

“Then what?”

“I kiss you all the time. Shouldn’t a reward be something…special?” She shrugged.

It was Cecilia’s turn to appear suspicious. “Special?”

She waved her hand dismissively. “If a kiss is what you desire, then a kiss it is. Get in position.”

Cecilia huffed but did as she was told. 

She took her place on the mat, bending her knees like she had been instructed. Her fists were hovered in front of her, ready for whatever may lie ahead. In mission-related circumstances what lay ahead was unknown. But in the training room, it just meant Ava flipping her onto her back in every way but the one she wanted. 

Ava stood across from her, posture mimicking Cecilia’s, as she was mulling over what way to attack this time around. Whatever it was, she would handle it because by god did Cecilia think she deserved at least a little kiss for all her hard work. 

She shook her head, clearing away all the thoughts that weren’t focused on the situation at hand. Even though it was hard not to be distracted by the way Ava’s exposed abdomen rippled with every moment and how her creamy skin was glistening with sweat. Cecilia truly was so brave for sparring with her insanely sexy girlfriend and not jumping her bones the moment Ava had peeled off her t-shirt. 

Her determination to not get distracted almost caused her to miss the first indication of Ava’s step-off. Luckily, Cecilia dodged just in time. She could feel the air of Ava’s hands blow by her with centimeters to spare. 

Cecilia knew she had little luck going on the offensive. Even if she was more than capable of handling herself in a fight, one with a vampire—especially one such as Ava—was a battle rarely won in making the first move.

Ava flew towards her again and Cecilia ducked but managed to get a foot out to send Ava tumbling to the ground. Much to her disdain, she fell too as Ava’s hand wrapped around her leg.

Cecilia swore loudly, but her fall thankfully was cushioned by Ava. They both huffed and puffed heavily for a few seconds before Cecilia planted her hands on Ava’s clavicle to push herself up to make eye contact. And the moment she did, Cecilia busted out into a fit of giggles.

Rolling her eyes, Ava let her head fall back against the mat, but the amused grin pulling at her lips couldn’t be denied nor could the way her hands immediately found Cecilia’s waist. She shivered at the added heat sliding against her already flush skin. Dressed in her small workout shorts and a sports bra, a lot of skin was left exposed to Ava’s touch. A factor she seemed to be taking advantage of.

“Do I get my kiss now?” she breathed, suddenly desperate for it.

Hazy eyes drifted over her face lazily as the tips of her fingers dug into her skin. “Come here then.”

Cecilia lurched forward, hands coming to press against either side of Ava’s head to hold herself steady. There was no time wasted as their lips found each other. Her long ponytail fell over a shoulder, the ends tickling Ava’s neck, though she made no indication of it bothering her. 

Instead, the hands that had been kneading her hips were beginning to slide up Cecilia’s back to teasingly play with the strappy back of her bra. 

“Ava,” she whispered against her lips.

A soft hum was her only reply.

Cecilia could feel that familiar need growing within her. She tried to adjust herself to quench it but slipped and ended up slotted against one of Ava’s raised thighs. 

The immediate friction shot through her, making her gasp, nails digging into the mat. 

It didn’t go unnoticed by Ava who could most definitely feel the heat of her arousal pressed against her leg now. “Something wrong, love?” she murmured, lips beginning to venture over her jaw to the curve of Cecilia’s neck. And to be a real brat, Ava moved her leg a fraction, smirking at the way Cecilia jolted.

“Fuck,” she wheezed. “I-I just lost my balance and now you’re teasing.” Cecilia struggled to try and begin to stand—until two strong hands caught her, holding her in place.

“Who said I was teasing?”

Her eyes widened. “Anyone could walk in.”

Ava’s eyes were becoming dark with desire. “Guess we’ll just have to be quick then.” With her grip, she dragged Cecilia’s hips along her thigh making her sputter a surprised moan.

“Fuck, Ava ,” she whined, beginning to aid her by moving on her own. Cecilia was still hunched over her. The top layer of the mats was beginning to give way and peel from the way her nails were still digging into them. 

Pleasure was radiating through her entire body from the way she ground against Ava’s thigh. The ridges of muscle adding extra sensation with every movement of her hips. 

When Cecilia’s hips were beginning to stutter in their rhythm, Ava took over once again, not once being merciful in her pace. Like before, her fingers were digging into her flesh, this time hard enough that there would be bruises left behind. But Cecilia loved it. 

Ava bombarded her exposed throat with kisses, sucking on the skin until a dark mark was left behind. She liked to mark what was hers. They had been through hell and back to get to this point, no one was going to take what was hers now. 

Cecilia couldn’t stop Ava’s name from falling from her lips as the tension grew. She wasn’t going to last much longer with Ava’s viscous pace and the attention being paid to the sensitive areas of her neck.

 “Come for me,” she rumbled against her skin.

She whined some incoherent response as Ava pressed her leg further against Cecilia’s crotch. That last bit of added pressure was what she needed to send her over the edge. 

Ava sat up right as Cecilia collapsed against her chest in a trembling mess, kissing the top of her head. “My sweet girl,” she praised but the words were lost as the sound of rushing blood filled her ears.

She panted softly, slumped against Ava as she came down from her climax, enjoying the gentle hand brushing over her hair.

“Was that enough of a reward?” Ava murmured into her ear, making Cecilia huff a laugh.

“I like this new training strategy,” she mused.

“If we’re giving out rewards, I think I deserve one too for putting up with you.”

Cecilia drew back, eyebrows raised. But she wasn’t able to say anything before Ava scooted her off her thigh and onto the mats.

She pointed to her cotton shorts with a very obvious wet spot on one leg. Cecilia’s face heated immediately. “You made such a mess. I think I should be allowed to clean it up.”

Her lips parted as she eagerly nodded, not trusting her words. 

Ava moved to kneel in front of her, easing Cecilia’s back against the mat before hooking her fingers beneath the waistband of her soiled shorts. They hooked onto her knees and Ava pushed her legs back against Cecilia’s chest. “Hold them there.”

Cecilia’s view was obstructed by the fabric, but she could feel Ava’s rough thumbs parting her and her hot breath fan over her skin. And then she felt the flat of her tongue drag up the length of her sex. It was agonizingly slow and she just avoided her clit making Cecilia squirm in frustration as she did it again. 

“This is one mess I don’t mind cleaning up,” she teased, clearly knowing Cecilia’s agony of not yet getting what she wanted. 

“Ava,” she whined in protest, but the vampire ignored her, going back to her teasing licks.

She chuckled when Cecilia huffed dramatically, finally appeasing her by circling her tongue around her swollen clit. 

The suddenness of it made Cecilia moan before a hand clamped over her mouth and green eyes were piercing into hers. “Quiet, love. You live in a place crawling with people with extra sensitive hearing.”

Her eyes widened making Ava smirk. She hadn’t even considered that. God forbid if someone heard and came to investigate. Especially if it was Farah who came in to find Cecilia with her shorts pulled to her knees and Ava’s head between her legs in the middle of the training room—she’d never live it down.

Ava went back to her task at hand, wrapping her lips around Cecilia’s clit, sucking and licking until her back was arching. She knew just how to drive Cecilia nuts. The steady pressure moved into her tongue lapping desperately at her wet heat as if she had never had a meal in her life. 

She was already sensitive from her first orgasm and a second one was approaching fast.

“Close,” she panted. “Ava, I’m so close.”

Cecilia couldn’t tell if Ava was trying to look at her face from her pants blocking her view. She knew she had heard her desperate cries and could feel her walls convulsing around her tongue. Ava pulled her hips harder against her mouth, face shaking side to side as she was speared on her tongue, nose bumping against her clit with each motion.

For the second time, her muscles began to quiver. Cecilia nearly sobbed as her grip on her legs loosened, Ava having to catch them to keep her spread open as she finished. Her chest heaved and her hips jolted every time Ava caught her overstimulated clit with her lips or tongue. It didn’t deter Ava from taking her time in coming up for air.

When she finally did, the bottom half of her face glistened with Cecilia’s wetness. And the prideful grin on her face was enough to make Cecilia smile. Though the moment was short-lived as Ava tensed and cocked her head to the door.

“Someone’s coming,” she hissed standing so fast it made Cecilia’s eyes spin. Ava hoisted her onto her jelly legs and pulled her pants up quickly, patting her ass for good measure.

“Your face.” Cecilia grinned, leaning against her side for support.

Ava’s eyes sparkled in recognition as she quickly dragged her forearm over her mouth and chin to try and rid herself of any evidence. 

It was just in time too as the door opened to reveal Morgan.

She looked uninterested in the two already in the room, towel slung over her shoulder as she made her way to one of the wooden dummies. But then she paused and sniffed the air.

“Why the fuck does it smell like sex in here?” she asked, turning to the couple.

Ava shrugged, face a mask of indifference. 

“It’s probably just you,” Cecilia remarked.

Morgan thought for a second, then sniffed her shirt. “Whatever.” She turned away from them, once more uninterested.

It was all she could do to hold back her laughter as Ava hauled her out of the room.

#happy book 3 here's some sex #ava du mortain #ava du mortain x detective #ava du mortain x f!detective #ava x cecilia #oc: cecilia #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven #twc a #twc fics #wayhaven chronicles #a du mortain

[crownleys]

Surprise @thee-morrigan, I'm your Secret Santa for the @wayhavensecretsanta! I couldn't resist doing something with both Petra and Holland, they're both so lovely! For Petra, a holiday drive with Ava that gets briefly paused so they can get out and enjoy the first snow of the season in the Square!

And for Holland, a sweet holiday selfie in front of the tree with Nate!

Happy holidays!

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc fanart #ava du mortain #ava x detective #nate sewell #nate x detective #twc detective #petra carlisle #holland townsend #my art #my wayhaven fanart #wayhavensecretsanta #wayhaven secret santa 2023

[fauville]

title: love me something fierce

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles

rating: explicit (mdni)

pairing: ava du mortain/female detective

chapters: 2/3

A/N: time for the second chapter! this one has really fun things in it, i've been excited to share. this chapter also earns the explicit rating.

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You wake up in the middle of the night so cold you're shivering under your blankets. You have two thick duvets on top of you, but it's not enough to stand the freezing temperature of the cabin now that you don't have heating anymore, because of the power outage.

You try to close your eyes and get some sleep again, but the coldness of the room and your clattering teeth are keeping you awake. You hear noises downstairs, Ava must be still awake, and in the end you give up on sleeping and get up from the bed, wrapping yourself in a blanket, before descending the squeaky stairs to the living area.

Ava is kneeled on the floor, tending to the flames of the fireplace and looking as focused as always. You smile without meaning to.

“Cannot sleep?” she asks without turning to look at you, feeding the fire another log.

You stare at the orange flames and Ava's side profile for a moment, captivated by the sight of the fire’s glow on her skin. She looks so soft in the low light, her blonde hair is free from its knot and is spilling across her shoulders. You don't think you're ever seen her with her hair down. It suits her.

“No,” you admit finally, wrapping the blanket tighter around you. “It's too cold.”

Ava turns to look at you in concern and your breath catches, when her icy green eyes trace your features across the room.

“Come by the fire,” Ava says and you comply her easily, walking to the couch and sitting down, sinking in its soft flannel plushness with a heavy sigh.

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#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #ava du mortain #a du mortain #ava x detective #a x detective #twc fanfic #twc ava #twc detective #vilna writes

[averagetastesofonelittlebird]

U know, what happens to A-mancers in TWC3 is called full-throttle edging and it should be illegal.

Goddamn, my heart WILL give out, why are u doing this to me Sera?

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc adam #twc detective #twc ava #a du mortain x detective #a du mortain #twc book 3

[nabulsi]

i have been meaning to ask! how did naz react the whole wrist kiss thing from ava [eye emojis]

So you see, I have complicated thoughts on Naz and Ava's dynamic in Book 3. So I have written a littol bit of something which does not explain anything. Enjoy!

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Nayzak’s hand feels like lead between Ava’s fingers, like her body had forsaken it the moment Ava had lifted it to her lips.

Her eyes watch the quiver of her lips as they find Nayzak’s pulse. Her heartbeat races and she can only hope that Ava believes it to be love and not the apprehension that has her brow in knots. For less than a moment, she considers moving her hand away. But… why? Isn’t this what she wants?

At the back of her mind sit beautiful scenes cast in honeyed glaze: scenes of Ava coming to hold her at night and warming her bed in the morning; of the smile on her face bright like sunlight, and the dimple hiding in her cheek; of her lips… her lips… her lips…

And she spirals back to reality, back to where the warmth of Ava’s breath ghosts over her skin, and she shivers in spite of the heat. And still, it is wrong. The wrong Ava; the wrong Nayzak.

Ava drops her hand, finally, and she pulls it back into the sleeve of her cardigan.

“I should go,” she says, eyes twitching in the direction of the warehouse. Her lips flap pathetically as her mind races to come up with an excuse, until it finally gives up. The words clumsily fall through her lips again. “Back inside… I should go back inside.”

The vampire’s icy green eyes are hard to read in the shade of night. She simply gives Nayzak a firm nod. “Yes, I should as well.”

And with that, Nayzak turns on her heel and takes off towards the warehouse, and for the rest of the night, her restless thoughts rob her of sleep.

#twc book 3 #book 3 spoilers #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #twc ava #twc a #a du mortain #ava du mortain #oc: nayzak #detective x ava #my writing #naz x ava #paptalk #tunes 💖 #clouiis

[galpalaven]

prompt 44 🥺

44. "I... I think I need a hug." Pairing: Ruth Bihari x Ava du Mortain Words: 634 referencing a certain headcanon by @ava-du-mortain 👀

"...Ava?"

Ruth wrings her hands warily as Ava stares down blankly at the footage Nell had gotten at the Rogue hideout. The guise of meeting with them to discuss grievances had gone over smoothly enough, but there was someone there that Ruth hadn't been anticipating.

"Cecilia du Mortain," says the woman on the screen, smirking as she shakes Ruth's hand. "Call me Lia."

Cecilia — Lia, she'd said — looked almost nothing like Ava at first glance. Ruth hadn't thought anything of the vampire that had come to meet them, other than perhaps that she was very attractive. Tall and broad-shouldered, the woman they'd met had been wearing dark makeup and dark clothing, covered in tattoos and piercings, hair cropped short and dyed a deep shade of black that reflected almost purple in the harsh, dingy lighting of the single, swinging bulb that had hung above them in the abandoned warehouse.

Once she'd introduced herself, though, Ruth had seen the similarities. The height, the beautiful, prominent nose. Her eyes were a darker shade of green than Ava's, but when she'd smiled she'd had the same dimples Ava did.

Ava still hasn't moved since she'd first played the clip some fifteen minutes ago now.

"Ava," Ruth tries again, moving closer and sliding her hand gently up her spine. "You're scaring me. Please say something."

Ava finally inhales a deep, sharp, shaky breath, squeezing her eyes shut as if fighting off a migraine.

"I..."

Nothing. Her voice breaks and she shakes her head, gripping the tablet so hard that the screen begins to crack a little. Ruth reaches out, smoothing her hand over Ava's wrist and squeezing.

"I don't know..." she tries again, voice barely more than a quiet rasp. Her eyes open again and her lower lip trembles as she looks down at the screen. Ava shakes her head again. "I don't know."

Ruth nods, squeezing her wrist as her other hand comes up to brush a loose piece of blonde hair behind Ava's ear. Ava sighs, leaning into the touch, trembling faintly. Encouraged, Ruth presses closer still, until she's pressed right up against Ava's side, running her hand up and down Ava's back.

"What can I do, dove? What do you need?"

The pet name seems to break something in her. Ava almost flinches, tears finally dripping down her cheeks as she bends a little, curling in on herself with a ragged gasp. Ava laughs miserably as Ruth curls around her, one arm around her shoulders and the other hand brushing her hair back from her face.

"I... I think I need a hug?"

It's half a laugh, the words coming out stilted and unsure, but Ruth doesn't need anything else as she steps in front of Ava, wrapping both arms around her neck so that Ava's face ends up buried in her shoulder. She squeezes her tight as Ava's arms wrap immediately around her waist and tighten before they both go still. Ruth tries to focus on her breathing — tries to keep it steady and slow as Ava's body heaves with a silent sob. Her shoulders begin to shake, though no sound leaves her chest (the worst kind of crying, she thinks distantly — the quieter the weeping, the more painful it is) and Ruth just holds her tighter, trying to hold all the pieces of Ava's shattered heart together until they can start to stitch themselves back into place.

She's not sure how long they stay like that. It could be minutes, it could have been an hour. Eventually, Ava will be able to take a slower, deeper breath. Eventually, she'll pull away with a stoic expression fixed into place once more, ready to try and face this new development head-on.

But, until then — Ruth will keep holding her until she can hold herself once more.

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

#my writing #twc #twc ava #ava du mortain #ava x ruth #ava x detective

[somewillwin]

Evan x ava for @lilyoffandoms ♥️♥️

Kofi

#Evan batra #ava du mortain #twc #kofi event #ava x detective #the wayhaven chronicles #myart #sketch

[thewayhavenchronicle]

Ruth nearly jumps out of her skin when something heavy and warm settles over her bare shoulders – though she almost immediately feels silly as strong, familiar hands settle on her shoulders and then run down her arms, sending warmth washing over her in their wake. Tired after the weird charity gala the Agency had talked them into attending, she leans back until her head is resting on Ava’s shoulder. Ava says nothing, arms settling around her with a soft contented sigh. They’ll have to leave eventually – definitely have to say goodbye to the investors and the Council and whoever else she’d been introduced to tonight before she’s truly off the hook – but she doesn’t care. For now, they are both content to stand in the moonlight and watch it dance on the pond and fountain below them. And that’s enough.

I grabbed a comm from @fat-rolls-frictions when she opened her comms last and I'm in love!! Thank you so much this is such a lovely little grad present to myself ;w;

#twc #twc ava #ava x ruth #twc detective #ava du mortain #twc a #a du mortain #ruth bihari

[songofsoma]

all you need is love (and salt)

happy valentine's day!!!! <33

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles pairing: ava du mortain x f!detective (cecilia beck) words:  rating: general

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She had circled the date multiple times in red ink on her little desk calendar. February 14th, a momentous holiday for lovers and to her, for the last nine-hundred-something years, an ordinary Tuesday or whatever day it happened to fall on.

Ava drummed her fingers on the surface of her desk. The only time she had even realized Valentine’s Day had come and passed was when Farah came back with bags full of half-priced candy that she swore would last her until candy went on sale again after Easter—it never did.  

That prospect on the so-called holiday changed once Ava landed herself something she had thought she wouldn’t have to worry about. A girlfriend. And just her luck, it happened to be a girlfriend who adored Valentine’s Day. 

Since the end of January, Cecilia’s apartment had been full of vases of flowers and various heart-shaped decorations. Ava swore she decorated more for this than Christmas which was saying a lot. For a virtually unimportant holiday, the woman even had heart-shaped plates in various shades of reds and pinks she had Ava help her bring from storage so she could use over February.

“I just love Valentine’s Day,” Cecilia sighed dreamily as she replaced her normal plates with the festive ones. “I think it’s my favorite. I just love love.”

From that moment, Ava knew she was in trouble. 

“You’re still worried about this?” Farah chided as she followed Nat into the room who at least had the decency to knock before entering. 

Ava turned in her chair, annoyed at the invasion of her bedroom. She thought that maybe she might find some privacy in her personal space, but clearly, that wasn’t the case.

Nat’s help had been enlisted before in the matter of what to do about Valentine’s Day. She was the one that had actually dated people over the years and was more knowledgeable about human traditions. Ava always thought of being interested in the human world had the equivalent of watching a couple of ants interact. Unimportant and fleeting given how short mortal lives tended to be. Then she just had to go and fall in love with a human so now she begrudgingly knows things like who Doja Cat is and that teenagers no longer aspire to be doctors but instead want to blow up on the Tiktok. She still wasn’t exactly sure how shaking one’s posterior meant getting rich, but that was neither here nor there. 

“Yes,” she growled, angrily scrolling through an article titled 50 Valentine Gifts for Her. Ava should’ve clicked off upon seeing the first thing on the list which was matching His and Hers shirts. “Excuse me for trying to give my girlfriend the perfect Valentine’s Day.”

Farah plopped down on the edge of Ava’s bed. “Why are you looking at sites meant for middle-aged men? You think you’re going to find your answer there?”

“At least it’s a start,” Nat tried to add to quench Ava’s visible annoyance. 

Ava slammed her laptop shut, burying her face in her hands to muffle a groan. “This is ridiculous. Human holidays are absurd.”

“You just hate fun,” Farah teased, picking at the end of a bright purple nail. 

“Why don’t you just ask Cecilia what she wants?” Nat asked, resting a hand on the back of her desk chair.

“Because then she knows that I’m clueless and terrible at this!”

Nat pursed her lips. “What are her favorite flowers?”

“Lilies!” Farah yelled before Ava had a chance to answer. “And you should get one of those stuffed bears that are like huge!” She jumped back onto her feet to show them both about how tall the bear was. “You know, with a card that says I’m sorry I suck at being romantic. Here’s a giant bear. I love you, Cecilia.” Farah then proceeded to turn her back and make kissing noises, her arms wrapping around herself and hands groping her back. 

Nat wrinkled her nose before turning her back to Farah, stepping in front of Ava’s line of sight of her. “What Farah is trying to say is get Cecilia her favorite flowers, maybe put them in a nice vase to match her stuff. Why don’t you two do something together? Cook her favorite meal or take her to a museum.”

“No!” Farah cried from behind them. 

Ava looked down at her sheet of ideas and ran a hand over her hair, the loose ends tickling the skin exposed by her tank top. “I can cook.”

Farah groaned in despair while Nat smiled cheerfully. 

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When Cecilia opened the door to her apartment, she was immediately hit with the smell of fish. 

She covered her nose with the sleeve of her sweater as she blinked in confusion. It wasn’t that she didn’t like fish, it was just that she wasn’t expecting it. She hadn’t bought any type of fish in ages because of the way it stinks up her little apartment and having little windows that barely opened made the task of ridding the stench even harder. 

“Hello?” she called out in confusion, dropping her purse before venturing further into the apartment. There were only a few people who had spare keys to her apartment so the options on who it was were limited. But the last thing she ever expected to find was Ava du Mortain in her kitchen cooking. 

It accounted for the fishy smell as the sound of salmon sizzling in a pan filled the space of the kitchen as she stood in the doorway. Ava clearly hadn’t heard her come in, which was unusual. Normally, she could tell where Cecilia was from outside the building. But the intense look of concentration on her face acted as an explanation. 

The entire thing was an abnormality.

Cecilia gently set the package she was holding on the counter and approached, wrapping her arms around Ava’s broad torso. “Are you my housewife now?” she teased, kissing the shoulder that didn’t have a towel slung over it.

Ava jumped a bit, startled at her appearance. She recovered quickly, turning to hold Cecilia properly. And when she did, she bent down and gave her the sweetest kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” she murmured, her voice wonderfully low and husky.

She smiled. “You remembered!”

Blonde brows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t I?” she asked, almost sounding offended. 

Cecilia shrugged, moving to lean on the counter beside the stove. “It’s a human holiday. I know you don’t celebrate them.”

“Well,” Ava started and cupped her cheek, directing Cecilia’s gaze to the tiny round dining table where a vase of rose lilies sat. “I wanted to do it for you.”

She gasped and hurried to the table, immediately smelling the flowers before stumbling upon the card and a box of chocolates. “You got me flowers and chocolate?” she said, nearly bouncing in excitement. 

“And I wanted to cook you dinner. But there’s also something in the bedroom for you.” Cecilia raised a brow. “The bedroom?” she said haughtily. 

Ava chuckled.

She didn’t wait for an explanation before crossing the living room to stand in the doorway of her room. “Holy shit. It’s huge!”

On the bed sat a teddy bear that had to be close to her height. It was absolutely massive, nearly taking up most of her full-sized mattress. She ran her hand across its fur, noticing how soft it was, and admiring the red ribbon tied in a bow around its neck. 

When she stepped out of the bedroom and came back to the kitchen, Ava was smiling a bit shyer than normal. “It was Farah’s idea.”

Cecilia shook her head and grabbed the collar of her shirt, pulling Ava down to kiss her. “God, I love you.” She relished in the way the tips of Ava’s ears reddened. 

Dinner was soon done and Ava set her plate in front of where Cecilia sat at the table. She had really gone all out. Candles framing the bouquet as the centerpiece, and an expensive bottle of white wine the worker swore up and down complimented the salmon wonderfully. She had even made sure to dish everything out on Cecilia’s favorite holiday heart-shaped plates. 

Cecilia stole one last kiss before Ava stood up. “This looks delicious,” she commented as Ava poured her a glass of wine. 

“I hope it tastes okay,” she said, sitting across from her to pour her own glass.

“I’m sure it will.” She smiled and cut into the fish. But when she began to chew, it took everything in her to keep her face the same. Cecilia didn’t know what on earth Ava had done, but it was somehow overpoweringly fishy whilst bland at the same time. “Oh, wow. That is delicious.” She took another bite as Ava watched her expectantly.

Thankfully, she didn’t catch the lie because her shoulders relaxed and a pleased look covered her face. 

She hurriedly took a drink of her wine, hoping to chase the taste away. 

It was a battle to get through the meal but Cecilia really loved Ava and her gratitude for the attempt made trumped how truly disgusting the food was. Plus, the wine helped ease it all down and Ava seemed happy with herself.

“Oh! Before I forget!” Cecilia jumped up, running to retrieve the package that she had been hiding at the station. She handed it to Ava. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Ava looked between her and the parcel for a long second before beginning to open it. Cecilia watched excitedly as she pulled out something in a glass casing. When she flipped it over, her eyes widened. “Cecilia,” she gasped.

“I can’t get you the real thing, but I found this and thought you would like it just as much.” She stayed beside Ava to watch her marvel at the model car encased in the glass.

It was the car she had mentioned to be her “dream car.” A 1965 Jaguar in the most gorgeous shade of green. 

Ava turned to look at her wide-eyed. “You remembered?”

“Of course I did, silly.” She kissed her forehead with a giggle. “I commit everything you tell me about yourself to memory because I’m obsessed with you.”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile didn’t disappear from her lips. “Come here.” Ava tugged on Cecilia’s hand to pull her onto her lap, the display car being safely sat on the table. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am undeserving.”

Their foreheads pressed together, noses barely brushing as Cecilia smiled. “Is this a good holiday now, then?”

Ava nodded. “Most definitely. I understand it now,” she whispered before stealing Cecilia’s future words with a kiss. 

#valentine's day special #ava du mortain x f!detective #ava du mortain x detective #my writing #ava du mortain #ava x cecilia #oc: cecilia #cecilia beck #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven #twc fics #twc a #a du mortain

[ladiemars]

missing knight ava and lady cece a little more today ✨ (cece belongs to @songofsoma)

#wayhaven #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #ava du mortain #a du mortain #knight ava #ava x detective #cecelia beck #blight draws #my art #can’t believe i didn’t post this over the summer #wlw art

[fauville]

fandom: the wayhaven chronicles

rating: (eventually) explicit

pairing: female detective/ava du mortain

chapters: 1/3

A/N: cozy winter vibes, ahoy! who cares that it's spring started this originally in 2021, i'm determined to finish it

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“Ava,” you say, turning a page on your copy of Pride and Prejudice. “Please stop.”

Ava doesn't look at you or even acknowledge your words, she keeps staring outside from the frosted window with her hands folded against her chest and jaw flexed with irritation.

Always so stubborn. It's as frustrating as it is endearing, because Ava du Mortain hasn't changed one bit after the day you met her eight months ago. She is honest and sincere, always. She's also the most bull-headed woman you've ever met. Yet, you love that about her. Sometimes, when you're lonely and sick with feeling the way you do, you wish you didn’t.

You sigh at her silence and close your book, keeping your forefinger between the covers to mark the page you were reading.

“The weather won’t change no matter how hard you stare at it. It's supposed to storm for two more days.”

Ava just grunts and unfolds her arms-- only to fold them again a few seconds later. She’s actually wearing a long sleeved shirt because of the weather, it's still grey and boring, but the fabric is fuzzy and it looks soft and warm on her. Her pants are the same as always, though, and her blonde hair is on a bun, but it's just a little bit looser than normally-- a few hair strands frame her serious face nicely, making her expression appear gentler than it is.

You shake your head in exasperation and return to your book.

There are three problems to the situation you have found yourself in:

1. The huge snow storm raging outside that prevents you and Ava from leaving the cabin.

2. Ava and the fact that she has avoided being alone with you for the last two weeks and now you're stuck in here in the middle of nowhere for at least a couple more days than was originally planned.

3. Nat, Farah and Morgan left before the snow storm started for a reconnaissance for your mission. So, you're with Ava. Alone. And things happen to be very awkward between you two because you might have kissed her at the New Year’s party drunk on longing and too much expensive champagne.

[❤️ read more in ao3]

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #ava du mortain #ava x detective #a du mortain #a x detective #twc fanfic #twc ava #twc detective #how to tag................ #vilna writes

[wayhavenots]

Pet Names (Ava x Rider)

No spoilers for TWC Book 3 (but maybe obviously influenced by it). Just very short hastily-written Ava x Rider in the beginning stages of an official relationship.

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"Be back soon, babe."

The word slips out of Rider's mouth as innocent as a, well.

He's halfway to the door when it hits him, and he turns around to find Ava's sharp green eyes locked on him. Not totally devoid of amusement, as much as she tries to hide the smile fighting its way onto her lips.

"Do I look like an infant to you, Rider?" she asks.

He grins, fighting the urge to irk her with his response. "It's supposed to be, you know, affectionate."

She blinks at him. "To refer to one's partner as a helpless child?"

He could irk her with a response to that, too, considering how their relationship began. But he's more happily distracted by her casual use of the word partner. Sometimes he isn't sure if she wants this, him, or if he just wore her down.

"Okay," he relents, "I won't call you 'babe.' So..." He strides closer, catching her hands gently in his. "What do you want me to call you? To show that you're special to me?"

The smile wins out, dimpling her cheeks, and Rider's racing heart at the sight almost drowns out her firm answer. "My name."

"But everyone calls you Ava."

"But they should call me Commanding Agent du Mortain," she points out, the words a little sharp.

"Commanding Babe-gent du Mortain?"

She shakes her head and gives a soft chuckle. "Call me as you wish." Her brow creases with sudden uncertainty. "Is there...something you would like for me to call you?"

Oh. He grins, sheepish at the realization. "I like it when you use my name, too, Ava."

She smiles again, soft and warm and easy. "Then I shall continue to do so, Rider."

#ava x rider #a du mortain x detective #twc fanfic

[ardendevereux]

#im sorry but i actually cannot be normal abt them anymore... this has been stuck in my brain for 3 days now? #like i cant believe we got a kiss but also the entire scene actually did unspeakable things to my brain and my core well being #'too late' like babygirl aushkgdh youre holding on so well before that? #and the fact that after this A just slides down the detectives door to sob? yeah... unwell 🤧🧎‍♀️ #the wayhaven chronicles #sam x ava #c: sam greene #twc #twc book 3 spoilers #a du mortain

[nabulsi]

Little Quarantine Mind

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

For @wayhavenfrights day 25: Cowardice

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

Read the rest on AO3

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