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nabulsi · 1 year

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Wayhaven Fanfic Masterpost 🖋

in honor of Book 3 coming out, I figured I'd make a masterpost of all my work~

A du Mortain:

Pas de Deux [Oneshot] Rating: T || Fluff & Angst || 2,510 words

Skin and Bone [Oneshot] Rating: T || Heavy Angst with Happy Ending || 2,716 words

Nocturne [Two-shot Part 1] Rating: M || Heavy Angst and Body Horror || 1,340 words

Aubade [Two-shot Part 2] Rating: T || Heavy Angst / Insects / Horror || 1,403

Ghostly Touches [Oneshot] Rating: G || Fluff and Humor || 595 words

Until Someone Holds Me [Oneshot] Rating: G || Hurt/Comfort || 910 words

Head On Backwards [Oneshot] Rating: G || Angst / Hurt/Comfort || 1,012 words

know that it doesn't hurt me [Oneshot] Rating: T || Heavy Angst / Character Death || 440 words

Girls' Night In [Oneshot] Rating: G || Family & Fluff || 790 words

Little Quarantine Mind [Oneshot] Rating: T || Angst / Hurt/Comfort || 1,620

Silent Harbors [Multichapter - Ongoing] Rating: M || Angst / Psychological Horror & Gore || 15,824 words

Sellout [Multichapter - Ongoing] Rating: T || Lovers to Enemies / Action & Humor || 4,215 words

Twin Souls [Multichapter - Ongoing] Rating: T || Vampire Diaries AU || 2,116 words

F Hauville:

say you wanna be here; [Oneshot] Rating: T || Pure Fluff || 1,268 words

N Sewell:

Ritardando [Oneshot] Rating: G || Pure Fluff || 1,315 words

Untouched and Unspoken [Oneshot] Rating: G || Light Angst / Hurt no Comfort || 990 words

Menace [Multichapter - Ongoing] (Nate / MC / Murphy Love Triangle) Rating: T || Comedy / Thriller / Action || 5,802 words

In Faded Reflections [Multichapter - Ongoing] (Nat is inquisitor in Dragon Age AU / Nat x Solas) Rating: T || Fantasy / Mystery / Slow burn || 1,989 words

Agent M:

Hearts are Frozen [Oneshot] Rating: T || Abbasid Empire AU / Fluff || 1,559

Working Overtime [Oneshot] Rating: T || Fluff with the mildest of spices || 812 words

Repressed Vampire Love Triangle AU [Ava / MC / Morgan]:

Imaginary Relationship [Morgan Oneshot] Rating: G || Hurt/Comfort /Umrequited Feelings || 510 words

Reaching Through the Cracks [Morgan Oneshot] Rating: G || Unrequited Love & Angst || 839 words

If U Think About Me [Morgan Oneshot] (Book 3 Spoilers) Rating: T || Fluff & Angst || 1,106 words

The Conspiracy [Morgan & Ava Oneshot] Rating: T || Angst & Friendship || 742 words

melt into you [Morgan Oneshot] Rating: T || Hurt/Comfort || 1,612 words

Rabbit-Hearted [Morgan & Ava Oneshot] Rating: G || Angst & Jealousy || 600 words

Pulling You into Focus [Morgan Oneshot] Rating: E || Fluff & Smut || 2,043 words

Other:

A Sweet Affair [Ava & Farah Oneshot] Rating: G || Fluff & Family || 750 words

Unsolved [Multichapter || Compete] Rating: T || Dark Comedy / Horror & Mystery || 70,966 words

(Rest of the List is under the cut)

Requests Fulfilled:

Listing these with keywords because they don't have titles~ (None of these are Explicit btw)

A du Mortain:

[Adam Sick-Fic]

[Adam Fluff]

[Ava Domestic Fluff]

[Adam reacting to MC death]

[Ava in Denial over her feelings]

[Waking up with Adam Fluff]

[Adam Angst]

[MC Writes Angsty letter to Ava]

[Ava Silliness]

F Hauville:

[Farah fluff]

[Felix Bath Time]

[Felix at the Arcade]

[Farah Fluffy Silliness]

[More F Fluff]

Agent M:

[Mason Pining - Mason/MC/Felix Love Triangle]

[Mason reassures self conscious MC]

[Morgan distracting MC from work]

[Waking up with Mason]

A / N Polyamory:

[Bath Time fluff w/ Adam and Nate]

#my writing #the wayhaven chronicles #whc #twc #wayhaven fanfiction #twc fanfic #paptalk #i hope all these links work bc my brain stops working when I'm fasting #a

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adam-dumortains · 3 years

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longing - adam du mortain x detective

An unexpected visit from Adam to the Detective’s apartment brings both of their feelings to the surface.

“And all I've seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes, and freckles and your smile.”

words: 1620 | warning: swearing

Requested by @goldenforever17

The detective sat on her couch, a patterned blanket draped around her whilst a pile of papers and case files were strewn across her coffee table. It was supposed to be her day off, but the detective couldn’t relax knowing that somewhere, there was a young girl terrified, wanting to be back in her parent's arms. The mug of tea on the table had been left untouched due to the Detective's attention being fixed wholly on the case. Not only was a young girl missing, heartbroken parents and a supernatural culprit, but the case also had little evidence to go on and Bobby had been incessantly harassing her for details. A faint ache had plagued her head for days accompanied by heavy eyes. Her eyes fell onto the mug on her table, which she quickly took a swig off before grimacing at the cold liquid hitting her throat. She groaned as she slammed the mug back onto the table, her body sinking back into the couch. Why couldn’t anything go right recently? She cursed herself as she could feel the emotion bubbling inside her and the lump that was slowly forming in her throat. She rubbed her head as a single tear of frustration fell from her cheek before she snatched the case file from the table, opening it up to see a picture of Addie smiling up at her. She just wanted to find the young girl and bring her back home.

There was a knock at the door. The detective lifted her head up and peered over to the door with a confused frown. She wasn’t expecting anybody today and Rebecca would have called if she was going to visit. The only person she could think of that would be bothering her on her “day off” would be Bobby. The detective groaned as she moved the case file off her lap, forcing herself to walk to the door.

“Bobby, if that’s you, I’m gonna lose my shi-” Her words fell short as her gaze travelled up to meet the icy green eyes she had not stopped thinking about since she last saw them. “Adam?”

“Detective.”

“O-Oh. I’m sorry. I thought you were Bobby.”

Adam’s lips slowly turned into a disgusted grimace. He wasn’t sure whether it was because she mistook him for someone as incompetent as Bobby Marks or whether it was the reminder that Bobby was her ex. “It’s just me. I came to see if you were... alright.”

The detective rolled her eyes. “Did Rebecca send you? She knew I wanted a few days to look at this case. I love her and all but she doesn’t need to check up on me, or send anyone else to for that matter.”

“Rebecca didn’t send me... I came on my own accord.” His voice was soft. The admission shocked the detective for a split second before the shock turned into a small smile on her lips. He had come all the way to her apartment just to check on her. She quickly moved out of the doorway, gesturing Adam to come inside. Adam stepped in, yet again, inspecting her apartment.

“How is the case going, Detective?”

“How many times have I told you to call me by my name? It’s Adaline, in case you forgot.”

Adam’s jaw clenched slightly at the sarcastic tone in Adaline’s voice, but it wasn’t enough to hide the amused smile appearing on his lips. “How’s the case going, Adaline?”

Adaline laughed out loud at Adam’s attempt to be funny as he purposely said her name with a hint of sarcasm. She liked when he loosened up from his usual stoic expression.

“It’s... not,” she sighed. “There’s barely any evidence to go off. I just want to save this poor girl and bring her back to her parents.” She slumped back onto the couch, throwing her head into her hands in frustration. Adam’s gaze followed her to the couch. He moved over to sit beside her before he even realised what he was doing. He looked at his hand, a silent battle in his mind on whether to put his hand on her back to comfort her. The urge to do it won as he gently placed his hand on her back.

The sudden touch of Adam’s hand on Adaline’s back sent her heart into overdrive as her breath hitched. Just his touch alone was enough to make her feel alive. Her head slowly rose from her hands, before lifting up to meet Adam’s green eyes. The space between them was barely there, and Adam’s emerald eyes felt as though they were looking into her very soul. All she wanted to do was kiss him. Her hand moved to his arm, her voice a breathless whisper in her now silent apartment. “Adam..”

The gaze was interrupted by an awkward cough from Adam who quickly jumped up from the couch, almost knocking Adaline over in the process. Adaline frowned as she felt pricks of pain in her chest. Every time Adam moved from her touch, she could have sworn her heart broke a little each time. It was draining. She yearned for his touch. She looked back up at him before snapping her gaze away, shaking away the need to let tears spill.

“I’m getting really tired of this, Adam.”

“Of what?”

“Of you, I’m tired of-”

“You’re tired of me? Then I will leave.” He hissed through gritted teeth as he turned around and walked towards the door.

“You didn’t let me finish! I’m tired of you denying what we feel for each other.”

He shook his head, refusing to turn around. “I don’t.. I don’t feel anything.” As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted them.

The detective laughed to herself, shaking her head. “You can keep lying to yourself, Adam. But that won’t change how you feel. What we both feel.”

Adam finally turned around to meet her gaze. The words of Sanja still playing in his head after all this time. That fall will crush you both. He stayed silent. He turned again towards the door, putting his hand onto the handle before feeling a harsh hold on his arm.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!” Adaline yelled, the anger from his silence and ignoring what she had said bubbling over the edge. Adam’s eyebrows shot up as he turned around, before frowning angrily at the Detective.

“I told you. I feel nothing.” He barked.

“Fuck you, Adam. If you’re not going to be honest, then I will. Cause I’m tired of acting like your touch doesn’t send shockwaves through my skin. I’m tired of acting like your eyes aren’t all I dream about and I’m so damn tired of wanting you!”

The words left Adam speechless. His eyes searched her face as his mouth fell open.

“Tell me you feel the same, please,” Adaline pleaded. “Or just leave.” There was another moment of silence. Adaline looked at him one final time, before shaking her head.

She should have known better than to think Adam would actually care for her in the same way she did for him. She wiped a quick tear away from her cheek as she turned around from him, unable to look at him in case she broke. She waited for the sound of the door opening and shutting behind her, knowing that once she heard that, she could finally break down. But she didn’t hear it. Instead, she felt Adam’s fingers delicately on her arm and his presence behind her. She turned her neck slightly to see him stood behind her, the space between them only a few inches.

She could hear Adam’s nervous breathing against her neck, the shaky breaths warm against her skin. Adaline slowly turned around to face him again, their faces the closest they’d ever been. She looked into his green eyes and could see the fear in them. Not fear of her, but fear of what was about to happen next and what it could mean for them both.

His hand slowly traced up her arm to rest on her cheek, the touch causing Adaline to close her eyes. Adam’s thumb grazed against the skin of her cheek ever so gently, and to Adaline’s surprised, she felt his lips close to hers. Their lips hesitated against each other for a brief moment, unsure of whether they should go any further until a sigh of relief escaped Adaline as their lips melted into one another. The kiss was gentle, as though both were trying to savour every second of each other. It felt like time had stopped as their tongues slid against each other before the months and months of yearning came to a grinding halt as their kiss became more fervent as though they had both wanted this moment their entire lives. Adam’s other hand draped around the detective’s back, pulling her closer as his hungry kisses trailed down to her neck, before moving back up to her lips, missing the feel of them against his already. Adam moaned into the kiss, breaking the space between them as Adaline’s arms moved over his shoulders and wrap around his neck as her heart pounded against her chest.

Suddenly, Adam pulled his lips away from Adaline with a small frown on his face. Adaline moved closer to him as though it was instinct before realising he had pulled away, a small disappointed look washing over her face. The only sounds in the room were the unsteady breaths of them both as they tried to catch their breath. Adaline could feel the tingle on her lips left by Adam, bringing her fingers up to her lips to feel them as though she wanted to savour the feeling just a little longer. Adam’s eyes followed her fingers to her lips before meeting her eyes again. Their gazes never wavered for each other as they both realised that they crossed the line they never thought they would.

#the wayhaven chronicles #adam du mortain #agent du mortain #agent a #mc x adam du mortain fanfic #adam x detective #Adam x detective fanfic #Adam x detective fanfiction #Adam x mc #mc x Adam #detective x Adam #twc #twc fanfic #twc fanfiction #the wayhaven chronicles fanfiction

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adam-memeleri · 3 years

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cooking

day one of week three for @wayhavensummer

G Rating

Adam x Detective (Tito, he/him)

~800 words

Adam watches his hands flex, watches the muscles roll beneath the skin, watches the warehouse’s light reflect off his scars and calluses, every mark he couldn’t forget with his immortality. Every cut and bruise and wound that sketched itself into his skin, that painted itself into his eternal life, before it was even eternal, before he believed his humanity was gone.

“Adam?” A strong voice fractures the low light of the room, cracking it open for Adam to see a figure stepping in.

“Detective,” he greets, wary of the tiny quiver in the word as he does.

“Sorry, I just -” Tito steps further into the light, letting it wash him in soft yellow. His hair is messily styled, strands escaping from where he so clearly attempted to keep them and brushing along his forehead, casting playful shadows over his eyes. Eyes that haven’t left Adam since he entered, brown the colour of the earth blinking up at icy green. “Were you using the kitchen?”

Adam rises, pushing the chair he previously occupied in as he does. “No.”

“Do you mind if I do?”

“No.”

Tito smiles the same smile as always, the one full of life and hope and joy and humanity. Always so human, with the smile lines and the crooked front tooth. Always so human, with the wrinkles around his eyes and the flush to his cheeks.

Astonishingly human, Adam thinks. More so than anyone else he’s ever known, Tito is alive.

He clears his throat, hands awkwardly hanging at his sides. “Why do you need the kitchen?”

“I wanted to make something,” Tito begins, sidestepping Adam to reach the fridge. “I’ve been trying to cook more at home, but… I’m not exactly home right now,” he chuckles at his own predicament, at the inopportune way he’s ended up staying at the warehouse.

It rings in Adam’s ears, draws him closer to glimpse over Tito’s shoulder. “What are you cooking?”

Warm brown eyes flicker up from where they’ve been searching, an amusement shining in them at Adam’s newfound interest in cooking. “Caldo verde. My mother - Rebecca - she used to make it,” he explains, graceful fingers plucking produce from the shelves. “It reminds me of home.”

“How do you make it?”

“Well, you start with the veggies. Onion, potato, some greens,” Tito lists them as he sets each item on the countertop, finishing with a flourish as he places a clove of garlic. “And add garlic for good measure,” he grins.

“Though, I suppose vampires could omit it…”

“We’re not actually allergic to garlic,” Adam frowns. “It’s a myth.”

“Really? Then I guess you can add as much garlic as you want,” Tito smiles, so wide and unrestrained that it begins to undo Adam’s scowl, tugging at the seams and cutting the thread that held it all together.

And he doesn’t even notice, just sets to work. Chopping and dicing, sizzling and frying, until the smell of good food has permeated the entire kitchen, and Adam’s senses. And even with the nearly overwhelming scent, the vampire stays. He stays and watches, so carefully, and even offers Tito some help.

“So you’re just going to keep stirring for a few moments. Don’t let it burn, okay?” Tito instructs carefully. He slices the sausage just as precisely and delicately as he did all the rest, the knife moving nimbly in his hands.

His worn, marked, and rough hands. Hands with scars and recent paper cuts on the fingers, hands with calluses from heavy and long ago work, and with ink smeared across the back of one.

They are hands that tell a story, of good and bad. Of Tito’s life, and all it has contained. Of Tito, and what it means to be alive.

They are as alive as any other part of the man, as the heart beating his chest, as the blood in his veins, as the whir of his mind. They are alive, and as normal and human as they come. As human and unburdened, as secure and kind as they can be.

“Adam?” concern breaks through Adam’s daze, the sound so uniquely human the vampire nearly falls apart at it. “Adam, is it burning?”

The wooden spoon clatters against the stovetop, Adam’s harsh and cold hand having left it. His feet leave their spot on the floor, where Tito had placed them so attentively. His eyes leave Tito’s, leave the astonishingly human gleam in them, and before he knows it, Adam’s leaving the kitchen altogether.

Hands clenched at his sides, nails breaking the palm just for it to heal again in a moment, he leaves.

#i like this one a lot #idk think it’s the angst lmao #i wanted to include like a ‘he leaves the last humanity he knows’ but i thought just ‘he leaves’ was more impactful #see this is why you read tags cuz now you get a bonus line #wayhaven summer #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc fanfic #twc detective #twc a #a du mortain #adam du mortain #a x detective #adam x detective #adam x mc #tito hernandez moreno #kc writing

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solarisrenbeth · 3 years

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hypothetical question for the #twc fandom 👀👀

let’s saaaaaay that M suggestively called MC a “good girl/boy” in front of UB...which members would, like, get it and which would be oblivious?

#IT’S FOR RESEARCH OKAY #twc fandom #twc #twc fanfic #mason x mc #morgan x mc #unit bravo #nate sewell #nat sewell #adam du mortain #ava du mortain #felix hauville #farah hauville #the wayhaven chronicles #n*fw #ns*w #imagine your otp #fan fic writing

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choicesaddict5 · 3 years

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Appreciation post!!

All the ANGST writers out there i dont know how u guys do it!! And where u get the strength to write such strong angst i have read i really appreciate u all thank you for keeping me close to the reality...eventhough i HATE reading it!!! I read it..because it makes me release my pent up emotions and i dont know how u guys write something so heartbreaking so beautifully!! I love u all

And all the FLUFF writers out there thank u so much for making me live in a universe where for a minute i can believe life is easyy...where life is full of sushine,rainbows and unicorns thank u for being my escape place...and sometimes my happy place where i can have my sanity back u guys create a universe so beautiful that it leaves me in awe of ur writing!!!!

And finally this is an honorable mention:

ANGST WITH HAPPY ENDING WRITERSS and FANART ARTISTS

u guysss...are like the most precious people thank u for making me realise at the end of every dark tunnel there is light and thank u for maing me live in two worlds simultaneously i love you alll and fan art artists the amazing arts u create blow my mind every damn time so thank u so much for creating such amazing arts!!❤

So....thank u all the fanfic writers of all fandoms for taking time from ur lives and creating this beautiful world i truly appreciate u all...from the bottom of my heart a massive MASSIVE THANK YOU

I LOVE YOU ALL❤😘

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brightpinkpeppercorn · 3 years

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about me

thank you for the tag @ejunkiet !

Three ships:

1. Nate Sewell x Surina Batra/Detective (The Wayhaven Chronicles)

2. RoD Logan x Eleanor Lira/MC (Ride or Die, Choices)

3. Mulder and Scully

Last song: A Good Night by John Legend

Last movie: Ladybird and Little Women

Currently “reading”: Becoming by Michelle Obama, Persuasion by Jane Austen, lots of fanfic tabs open (wayhaven), listening to a Podfic

Currently “writing”: taking a break from formally writing fanfic until i get a hit of ~inspo (but i really want to write an adam du mortain and surina batra friendship fic? and i do need to finish the nsfw alphabet for the last RoDAW)

Currently watching: Recently finished Firefly Lane. Catching up on the last season of New Girl. Need to start Xfiles again.

Currently playing: Reading Wayhaven Chronicles again! (Nate route on one device, Mason on another), watching Ellie’s twitch stream of Wolf Bride, maybe should play Foreign Affairs?

Currently consuming: Sunshine and blue screens

Currently craving: Everything and anything, really. The mashed potatoes i made last week! the break and bake cookies

Not tagging anyone! But if you see this and you want to answer, please do and tag me!

#personal #tag game

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adam-dumortains · 3 years

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only you - mc x adam du mortain | chapter one

Your fingertips trace my skin to places I have never been. Blindly, I am following, break down these walls and come on in.

Book/Pairing(s): MC x Adam Du Mortain Rating: 16+ Category: Mini series Warnings / Trope: mentions of blood, slight mention of violence, angst

She could feel the searing on her neck and the blood trickling down to her shoulders. She screamed out for him. She screamed out to see his face, those green eyes, one final time before the inevitable. It wasn’t long before she could feel the life drawing from her body. She was dying as the teeth sunk into her further. Her eyes closed, smiling at the last flash of his face before the end.

Detective Maya Kingston (faceclaim: adelaide kane)

Agent Adam Du Mortain (faceclaim: matthew noszka)

note: hey! this is my first real wayhaven chronicle fanfic on mc x adam du mortain and i’m nervous but excited! enjoy.

Maya’s whole body jolted as the nightmare woke her up, her breathing erratic as a bead of sweat fell from her forehead. It took a few seconds for her breathing to calm down, a small pain in her chest from breathing so hard. Her fingers slowly made their way up to the scar on her neck, gently moving across the risen skin. Her eyes instinctively closed as she gritted her teeth. She hated that Murphy still had this effect on her after all this time. She was Detective of Wayhaven. She shouldn’t be scared. She needed to be brave. But she was. What scared her more than Murphy, however, was the thought of being without him. She sighed heavily, slowly swinging her legs to the side of the bed with her head in her hands. It was 3am, and she was awake, yet again. Knowing she would find it hard to fall back asleep after her nightmare, she made her way to the library to have a drink of water and read, with the hope that she would nod off at some point.

As she made her way to the library, she felt her body stop in front of Adam’s door. She thought about knocking but she knew it would be best to carry on to her intended destination. She sighed quietly and she continued walking towards the library. When she quietly stepped into the library, she scanned the bookshelf and chose a book and sat down on the big, deep red couch with her knees to her chest as the book lay between the gap.

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Thump. Thump. Thump. It was all he could hear. He knew it was her heartbeat. Whilst he was alone, with nobody to see, he let himself listen to the soft beating. It calmed him. The sound of her being alive. He closed his eyes to heighten his senses. All he could hear was her. The peace he felt was soon interrupted when the beating sounded as though it was beating against her ribcage. Then the beating travelled further away. Something is wrong, he thought to himself. As though it was instinct, he jumped off the bed and opened his door, letting her heartbeat be the guide until he came to the library. He stopped outside the door, his hand hesitating above the doorknob. Her heartbeat was back at a steady pace and he could now hear her calm breaths. He knew she was okay at this present moment. He thought whether it would be best to slink back into his room, knowing that once he opened that door and laid eyes on her, he would have a hard time saying goodnight to her. He opened the door anyway.

Maya’s head turned towards the door as she heard it creak as it opened, her breath hitching as she saw Adam standing at the doorway, his body as stiff and still as ever. As he stepped forward towards the dim lamp, she could see the features on his face. How the softness of his concern contrasted with the harsh details and contours on his face. Her legs became weak as her heart fluttered. Looking at him was one of the most intense feelings Maya had ever felt, and she revelled in it.

“Maya.”

Maya cleared her throat, to drown away the thoughts about Adam she was just having. “O-oh, uh, Adam. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“Not at all. I was merely checking if you were alright.”

“Yes I’m fine, I just had a nightmar- wait, how did you know I was up?”

Adam coughed, almost losing his footing as he searched his mind for an answer. “You can be rather... loud.” He was not going to admit that he was listening for her heartbeat.

“Oh,” Maya frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I wasn’t sleeping anyway. You said you had a nightmare?” Maya couldn’t see his concerned frown in the dimly lit room, but it was there nevertheless. All he wanted to do was comfort her, but he thought better of it. At the same time, Maya yearned for him to move closer to her. He stayed perched at the doorway, to Maya’s dismay.

Maya frowned, looking down at the book unable to meet Adam’s eye as her voice cracked ever so slightly. She didn’t want to seem weak. “Yes.”

“What about?”

Again, her fingers touched the scarred skin on her neck, making Adam’s eyes flicker towards her neck. His face fell slightly, as he shook his head. “But I’m fine.”

Every time he saw the scar on her neck or saw her flinch at the mention on Murphy, it was like a weight on his chest. A reminder that he wasn’t there in time to protect her. The ache wasn’t because it was his job and he had failed, but because he had failed to protect her. These feelings terrified him.

He turned to leave, headed towards the door before a small whisper stopped him. “Adam..” He paused for a moment before slowly turning his head to face Maya. “Can you stay with me for a while?” His jaw clenched as he thought about saying that he couldn’t. But he couldn’t leave her.

“Yes. Until you feel the need to go back to bed, that is.” He turned back around and sat on an armchair opposite her, his back straight as he watched her.

“Thank you, Adam.” She smiled softly at him, her heart skipping a beat as their eyes met. Their gaze held for a few moments before Adam coughed, tearing his eyes away from hers to look at the book she had in her hand.

“It’s no trouble.” He smiled slightly to himself as he grabbed a book from the shelf, his fingers delicately brushing against the book’s spine. He sat back down opposite her and opened the book.

As they both read in comforting silence, neither could help looking up to glance at each other. Maya watched as Adam’s brows furrowed in concentration and his chest rose in soft breaths as he read. Just looking at him ignited a feeling she had never felt before inside of her. A feeling of heat and fluttering of butterflies deep within her. Her tongue slid against her bottom lip gently as she imagined what his lips would feel like against hers.

Unbeknownst to Maya, Adam was allowing his eyes to move from the pages of the books to her. He couldn’t help but notice how her dark hair fell onto her cheeks, how her eyes followed the words she was reading and how her breathing shallowed whenever their eyes met.

After around an hour, the room was silent. When Adam looked up from the page for what could be the thousandth time to look at her, he noticed she had fallen asleep, the book askew on her legs. Her chest was rising and falling slightly, in a state of serenity. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her before he quietly stood up and placed the book he was reading back on the shelf. He walked over to her, in almost complete silence to ensure she wouldn’t be awoken by him and let himself be consumed by her. He allowed himself to listen to her soft, steady heartbeat and the gentle, sleeping breaths escaping her lips. He allowed himself to smell the faint scent of her perfume. He slowly took his hand from his side and hesitantly brought it close to the skin of her cheek, mentally debating whether to let his fingers touch her soft skin. He gave in to temptation. His fingers glided delicately across her slightly blushed cheeks. He let out a shaky sigh as the feelings inside of him grew. And how he wished that he would be able to hold her. In another life, maybe. But not this one. He couldn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t let himself hurt her. His thoughts were interrupted when Maya, still asleep, moved further into his touch. A slight draft hit both of them, causing Adam to quietly grab the knitted blanket drenched over the back of the couch, to gently put it over her to ensure she wouldn’t become cold.

As he did this, he felt the book that was parched between her legs fall. In a fast and instinctive reaction, he caught the book in his hand before it fell to the floor. As he looked back up to Maya, his eyes widened as he realised she was awake and their eyes had locked. Her light brown eyes, the colour of caramel, searched his face. His breath became unsteady as he realised how truly close he was to her face, her lips.. before he came momentarily distracted by the book in his hand that had fallen. His eyes slowly falling onto the book she was reading. Romeo & Juliet.

“These violent delights have violent ends,” Adam muttered, almost in a whisper. The line from the book playing over in his head. He frowned gently as he remembered Sanja’s words in the fortune tent about the darkness consuming them both. As though he was snapping out of a trance, he quickly stood up and shook his head. He took one last look at Maya, before abruptly turning around and storming out of the door.

Maya blinked, the sudden encounter shocking her into silence. A wave of sadness came over her, revealing itself as an escaped sigh as she was left alone, yet again, yearning for the man she wasn't entirely sure would ever feel the same.

#the wayhaven chronicles #adam du mortain #adam du mortain x mc #mc x adam du mortain #mc x adam #adam x mc #twc fanfic #twc fanfiction #the wayhaven chronicles fanfiction #agent adam du mortain #mc x adam du mortain fanfic #mc x adam du mortain fanfiction #im nervous about posting this lmao

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adam-memeleri · 3 years

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celestial

final day of @wayhavensummer, freestyle, but i did celestial too

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Adam x Detective (Tito, he/him)

~700 words

Leaves and gravel crunch beneath Tito’s feet as he walks the small, poorly maintained road leading away from Unit Bravo’s warehouse. The dark night sky of summer stretches above him, with quiet on either side providing a much needed reprieve.

The destruction of his apartment had resulted in spending more time than ever anticipated with Unit Bravo, his time away filled by detective and agency work. It was beginning to weigh on him, to tug at and drain him for all that remained.

But now, with nothing but the stars to keep him company, it’s as if everything is slowly beginning to right itself, to pick up the pieces of his messy life and stitch Tito back together.

Tito exhales as he lowers to sit on a long forgotten log, the forest and it’s creatures having overtaken it. The surrounding trees whisper with the soft night breeze, leaves shaking in a gentle rhythm. His eyes turn to the sky, a canopy of stars watching over him in silent care, their light beckoning and hypnotic.

“Ahem,” a throat clears from behind Tito, stealing his attention from the heavens above and dragging it back to the earth. The earth where Adam stands, arms uneasily hanging at his sides and posture as stiff as ever.

“Good evening,” Tito greets with a welcoming warmth to his voice, his smile, the very being in which he beckons Adam closer, a star in his own right.

Adam clears his throat again, gaze shifting to everywhere but Tito. “You disappeared. The others were getting concerned,” he states blankly.

Tito’s brow furrows as he regards the man across from him, as he watches the powerful commander fidget uneasily. “So you came?”

“The others were getting concerned,” Adam repeats, monotone and robotic in the still night air.

“Well, I’m alright. You can tell the others.”

Adam nods, but makes no move to leave, his icy eyes finally landing on warm ones. He’s simply frozen, feet planted like the very roots beside him, as the ice guarding him melts slowly, just as it always seems to do under that gaze.

“Can I help you?” Tito smiles faintly, head cocking and carefully styled hair ruffling in the wind.

“Why did you come out here?” Adam asks with no pretense, the words stilted but nonetheless genuine.

The detective shrugs, one hand reaching up to fix any loose locks of hair. “I just wanted a little break. Nothing bad.”

“It’s nice out here.”

“That it is.” Impossibly deep brown eyes turn upwards, the starlight reflecting in them as if they were all-knowing. And Adam’s beginning to wonder if they are. “I like the stars,” Tito hums. “I always forget how beautiful they are. Do you like the stars?” his gaze parts from them briefly, just long enough to draw the commander in.

“I suppose.”

“I like how endless they make everything seem,” Tito continues, losing himself in the vast galaxy before him. But Adam stays right where he is, watching the awestruck and nostalgic expression bathe Tito’s features.

“As if there’s an infinite amount of everything. And I like how timeless they are. They were there when I was little and staying up too late, and they were there when I was sneaking out, and they were there after late shifts and when I couldn’t sleep. I like them.” Tito faces the other man, a small, joyful smile on his lips as the last words leave them.

“It’s nice to not be alone,” Adam’s words escape him without thought, joining the stars and the trees and the moss on the log in existence. “Especially when you lose track of how many nights have even passed.”

Tito leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as an earnest expression overtakes him. His eyes pierce into Adam’s as he reassures - promises, really - “You’re not alone anymore. Stars or not.”

Adam grunts a response, quickly averting his gaze lest the last of his ice thaw out in the middle of the woods. A silence descends over the pair for a long moment, nothing but the sounds of Wayhaven’s forest daring to break it. Even when Tito stands, joining Adam in the walk back to the warehouse, a breeze sending goosebumps breaking along his skin, the stars are still there.

They’re always there, offering light and grace and a chance to not be alone, even in the darkest hours. For both of them.

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