#twc prompt fills

[queen-scribbles]

8, 20, 27, and 61 for the fic writer asks! -em

8. Do you prefer the beginning, middle, or end of a story?

Assuming this means "to write", probably the middle bc the beginning and ending have 50/50 odds of giving me trouble, but the middle always flows. (For reading, probably beginnings bc I love seeing the ways people draw you in to the story they want to tell.)

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

My characters laugh/chuckle/smile a lot. And I have a tendency to, whenever possible with my POV character, go for a $50 word instead of the $10 words just bc a lot of the time I like the way the fancier/rarer one sounds. (loquacious vs chatty for example. Obstinate vs stubborn. That sort of thing. Probably why I like writing characters like Arcann or Adam or Morrigan; bc that fits their speech patterns really well.) I know there's other things-- OH. I do male-female friendships all the damn time.

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

Most: COMBAT SCENES. I love writing combat, so. much. It's so fun. Also the rush of finally getting to drop things on your readers that you've been planning for a WHILE(I apologize to all the tLBT readers for the end of the last chapter, I really do😅, but it was FUN). Snarky banter is also really, really fun.

Least: Feeling too slow in getting to stuff I'm really excited about. No matter how much I'm enjoying the lead-up, if there's a scene I'm looking forward too, I don't feel like I can write fast enough in getting to it. xD It's even worse when I finally get to the scene/dialogue/whatever and then either a) have to leave to do something or b) my hand hurts too much and I have to stop. (I've pushed through the latter one a couple times. Don't do that, kids, you pay for it later.) I never feel like there's enough time.

61. Why do you continue writing fics?

Bc it brings me joy and the sheer volume of muses/ideas would drive me insane if I didn't let it out xD

Fic Writer Asks

#fic writer asks #if it was available and ethical i would 100% clone myself--one for writing each fandom i love so i could get. all the ideas. OUT. #bc i want to write about 8 things at the same time and hate having to choose #also like now i have a wotr idea. owap. tlbt. the swtor exchange fic. TWO SEPARATE ardrali fics. AND a new twc idea #not to mention the remaining prompt fills #i want to write all of them #but i can only do so much at a time and it drives me nuts xD

[coldshrugs]

Writer's Game: First Sentences

tagged by @thevikingwoman, thank you so much!!

Tagging @myreia, @impossible-rat-babies, @sunshinemage, @ghostwise, @the-rogue-mockingjay, and anyone else who wants to do this!! please tag me, i love to read things like this 💗

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

(i think my most recent ten fics have been estinio, so i'm sorry in advance)

In This State | FFXIV: io/estinien

She looks like shit, their Champion.

Scholarly Fatigue | FFXIV: io/estinien

He finds her sitting alone at the Rising Stone's bar.

Oblivious | FFXIV: io/estinien

Nearly a year has passed since Aymeric last visited Ala Mhigo.

Something to Talk About | FFXIV: io/estinien

“Where, pray, do you think you’re going?”

A prompt fill for "Sorry, where you sleeping?" | FFXIV: io/estinien

It would be easier to ask for a session for healing.

A prompt fill for "Sleep. I'll keep you safe." | FFXIV: io/estinien

The sky above Thavnair burns the same caustic, smoky red it has for days.

One of the Few Things that I'm Sure Of | FFXIV: io/estinien

Sprawled in a plush, high-backed chair, Io scans a thick tome.

What I See in You, I Hope You Find in Me | FFXIV: io/estinien

There is a fragile warmth in Camp Broken Glass.

I'm Something Else When I See You | TWC: alma/mason

The text came through minutes ago. "Back from the airport in one piece! See you guys tomorrow?"

Staring Up | FFXIV: io/estinien

Mor Dhona is surprisingly cold tonight; a northern wind blows down from Coerthas and carries the promise of snow.

#asks #tag game

[amlovelies]

this is from a prompt I shame deleted in early 2021 and am now filling in mid 2022 because I write at a snails pass

#17 things you said that i wish you hadnt  from this prompt list

Too honest

fandom: twc pairing: Nate Sewell/F!detective (Riley Jordan)/Morgan rating: M (really like older teen but I’d rather err on the side of caution) words: 1.2k read on ao3

             The bar was not a place Nate could easily picture Riley. He had grown used to their long afternoons together in the library. To her face buried in a book, a pad at her side as she scribbled notes, ink covering her fingers and occasionally her face when she had to readjust her glasses. It’s a pleasant change, for all of the noise and bustle and whatever passes for music now days. She’s all smiles and laughter, catching up with old friends.

               It’s a short walk back to the detective’s apartment. The streets of Wayhaven are peaceful, light gathering in the pools of rainwater, shimmering along the asphalt and painting the night in softness. Painting her in softness. It has been growing harder and harder for Nate to ignore the feelings Riley elicits within him: longing, regret and most of all guilt. Guilt that he should be feeling this way when she so clearly had feelings for someone else. Not just someone else, Morgan.

               Morgan who he’d never seen like this before. Morgan who moved on so quickly, always seeking new pleasures, new distractions.

               What sort of man wished a heartbreak on his friend? Wished that Morgan would fall back into her old patterns, and maybe just maybe there might be more than friendship in those long afternoons with Riley. He’d often wished for a companion, a partner, but never found someone he could envision that with, until now.  

               Fate was nothing if not cruel.

               At least he has moments like this, walking in comfortable silence. She’s humming something he doesn’t recognize under her breathe. Steps a little unsteady from the wine she’d been drinking, or maybe just from dancing with the song in her head.

               He opens his mouth preparing to ask about the artist, to horde more details of Riley and her life, but before he can her steps slow and then stop in front of the bakery.

               Her eyers study her own reflection in the window. One hand reaches up to brush her cheek, contemplative, a small frown marring her features.

               “Is something wrong?” He can’t sense anything, no dangers lurking in the shadows, something else must be going on.

               Her voice is halting, quiet, “do you think I’m pretty Nate?”

               “Riley, I think you are one of the most stunning creatures I have ever beheld.” He answers too quickly, without thinking, more honest than he intended.

               She turns surprise evident on her face, “you’re full of it.” Brown eyes searching his face trying to gauge his sincerity.  

               “I assure you I am not.” Perhaps he should have gone for a more teasing tone. One that is light and friendly, but it’s hard to do so.

               There’s a long list of things it is hard to do. Or hard not to do. Right now, Nate would like nothing more than to sweep Riley up in his arms, to kiss her breathless, to stare into her eyes, to make her understand how beautiful she is. How is he supposed to keep his tone light when it weighs so heavy on him?

               “Oh,” she’s looking at him and he can hear the way her heart is accelerating, and hope sparks to life within him. “Nate, I--” she reaches out a hand placing it against his chest. Can she feel how his heart his hammering in his chest?

               A long moment where she searches for words and Nate waits with baited breath. Wants to say something, to sweep her off her feet, but he can’t. She’s been drinking. He can smell the wine on her breathe, strong now with her this close. This moment, whatever it is, wouldn’t have happened otherwise.

               He must do the right thing here. For Riley’s sake, for Morgan’s sake.

               Her hand is small in his, delicate as he pulls it away, the cool night air rushing in to fill the void where her touch had once been. The urge is there, to place a kiss on the back of her hand, but he swallows it down and instead gives it a brief squeeze before releasing it.

               “It’s late; we should get you home.”

               Riley nods, eyes not meeting his and he mourns the loss, what he wouldn’t give to lose himself in their warm depths.

               He only has a moments warning, the sound of familiar footfalls, before Morgan steps out of the shadows, “am I interrupting something?”

               A small shriek erupts out of Riley, her hand flying to cover her mouth, “Morgan! You scared me half to death!”

               He should have sensed her sooner. Too distracted by Riley, and what if she had been another supernatural? One intent on hurting Riley? He needs to be better, to be more careful, to not lose himself in far-fetched dreams and longings.

               He didn’t expect her here, she still has a few hours of patrol left. Had she heard their voices and come to say hello? She never would have bothered with any of her old flings. Just more evidence that this is something more between them, something he shouldn’t get between.

               “Sorry, sweetheart,” Morgan drawls as she wraps an arm around Riley’s waist, “that’s not how I intended to make you scream.”

               “Morgan!” Nate splutters, words failing him as his face heats. Wishes he could say it was just indignation and embarrassment at Morgan’s words, but he knows its more. “That’s highly inappropriate.”

               “I am highly inappropriate,” she responds with a dry chuckle, “but Nate is right, we should get you home.” She doesn’t wait for a response, just starts walking, her arm still around Riley’s waist.

               Nate watches them walk away unease sitting heavy in his stomach. How much had she overheard? They will have to talk after this, clear the air.

               “Aren’t you joining us?” Morgan calls over her shoulder, her grin wicked, and he knows she overheard it all.

               A small squeak escapes Riley, her eyes darting back between the two of them. Her heart rate skyrocketing, her skin heating, a hundred other small changes his vampire sense allow him a peek into. One he wishes he could ignore.

               Has Riley thought about it? The three of them together? Images too easy to recall rise in his mind, walking in on them in the library. Lace against Riley’s skin, Morgan’s lips travel along her collarbone. . .

               A raised eyebrow from Morgan as she waits for his response. He knows it’s no good trying to hide it from her. They’ve known each other too long, and their senses are too strong too attuned to each other after almost a century.

               The smile grows larger across Morgan’s face and he needs to redirect this somehow.

               “You’re more than capable of getting her home, no need for me to tag along,” he tries to keep his voice neutral, to push those thoughts away, to slow the rapid beat of his pulse. He doesn’t wait for their response, turns on his heel and retreats, but he can still feel the weight of Morgan’s gaze long after he is out of sight.

tag list: @agentnatesewell @rosarx @lord-king-saint

#the ending is probably rushed #but I'm sick of looking at it so bon appetit #the wayhaven chronicles #nate schmidt #specialist agent morgan #n/detective/m #twc poly #if: twc #twc n #twc m #lovelieswrites #oc: riley jordan #fic: riley jordan #ship: to make a melody

[homeformyheart]

fic author self rec!

thanks for the tag @wayhavenots and @chroniclesinlacuna! tagging whoever hasn’t done this yet but would like to :) as well as @jakubdumortain; @missameliep; @lorirwritesfanfic; @lyuchee; @taliaferros; sorry if you did this already!

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

in no particular order:

nora x nick prompt fill (mind blind) - this may have been the first thing i had written with a non-main character oc i created just for this pairing 😊

unraveling truth ch 1 (choices ride or die) - i do really like all the imagery and action i was able to write in this one chapter, and while chapter two is only halfway done and not-quite-abandoned-but-sure-feels-like-it, it’s still a series i want to come back to

with every step together (choices distant shores) - this one really hits all those hopeless romantic vibes i adore and was fun to write

bucket list (twc) - first time i had taken a prompt and applied it to all of my twc pairings

bets (twc) - this is mainly on here because of how fun this was to write, picturing the antics in my mind, which there is also art of!

#tag game #my fics

[bosspigeon]

xbbsbdhsjs 21 for arlo and adam, im sorry 😭

21. accidentally knocking your head into someone’s chin

The transformation takes a lot out of Arlo.

The moon is sinking slowly beyond the horizon, and Arlo is tired, dozing with his chin atop Adam's head. Adam will have to formalize a report to the Agency in the morning, explaining why he disappeared with a recently turned werewolf who has been under heavy surveillance up until now, but he is confident he can convince them to see things his way.

They ran for hours, they sparred (Arlo calls it play-fighting, much to Adam's exasperation), and eventually Arlo simply collapsed in a lanky heap in the dirt, panting happily.

They will have to return to headquarters shortly after he wakes. Arlo will be ravenous after the energy expended by the shift, as well as by their activities afterwards, and the Agency will have ready access to the calories he'll need to recharge. Arlo insists there is a twenty-four-hour diner a ways outside Wayhaven that wouldn't mind the two of them staggering in just after sunrise covered in dirt and thoroughly exhausted so that Arlo could eat his weight in meat and potatoes, but Adam does not think the Agency would be as forgiving of their activities on that front.

Arlo claims the diner staff have definitely seen stranger things.

For now, sunrise is still an hour or so away, and it is quiet. Arlo's heart is a heavy, constant rhythm between Adam's shoulder blades. He is languid and relaxed, far more than he ever is within the Agency's walls, when the guards, the barrage of scents and sounds, the dozens upon dozens of eyes and cameras watching his every move leave his body a tangle of anxious knots, and his mood suffers for it.

Here, for now, there is peace. Peace Adam is happy to give him.

Unfortunately, Adam is so caught up in the peace of the moment that he does not hear anyone approaching until it is too late.

"Nateykins, I found 'em!" Felix's voice echoes through the trees like a bullhorn, and Adam sits up sharply, the top of his head cracking into Arlo's lower jaw so hard he hears the werewolf's teeth clack together painfully. Arlo yelps, reeling back, and Adam tips backwards himself without the bulky chest to support him. He hastily steadies himself, shooting to his feet and doing his best to dust himself off and look a bit less like he's been running around in the woods and rolling in the dirt the entire night.

Behind him, Arlo is growling and snuffling irritably under his breath, and Adam thinks if his vocal cords were capable of speech in this form, he would be cursing quite colorfully in every language he knows.

Felix pokes through the foliage with a bright smile, followed shortly by Nate and Mason, and Felix quickly notes Adam's stiff posture, his tousled appearance, and his proximity to the disgruntled werewolf at his back and leers. "Are we interrupting something?" he asks, eyes sparkling.

"A nap, mostly," Adam huffs as Arlo continues to grumbles, turning his face away in hopes that Felix won't be able to see the way his cheeks color at the implication.

"Together?" the younger vampire presses.

"Felix," Nate chides gently. "The transformation is exhausting enough without your needling. How are you feeling, Arlo?"

Arlo flops into the dirt again and huffs.

"Great, he's somehow gotten sulkier than usual," Mason snickers.

Arlo growls, and Mason growls right back.

"What's that saying about pots and kettles?" Nate hums, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

Thankfully, the three of them are quickly distracted by their bickering, and Adam turns to check on Arlo, who is watching the exchange through slitted silver eyes, his side rising and falling steadily with his breathing. Tired, but content. Surrounded by his pack.

Adam smiles to himself. Perhaps next time he will invite the others along, so they do not feel the need to hunt them down.

But, perhaps, there is a small part of Adam that relishes being able to spend these moments alone with Arlo when he can.

#the wayhaven chronicles #adam du mortain #a du mortain #twc detective #twc fanfic #prompt fic #pidge writes #pidge replies #AWAU #YES IT IS MORE AWAU STUFF SO SUE ME #i feel like i lost steam at the end hfdkjshdkjlgahs #I GOT TWO REQUESTS FOR THIS ONE THO AND IT WAS FUNNY SO #I TAKE THE COMEDY #I MAKE IT GAY #I LEAVE #it is almost midnight and i have a cup of cheese dip balanced on my chest #maybe i should clean up and start settling in to bed #i have more prompts to fill tomorrow #AND THEN COMMISSION TIME #im excited #i have some ideas

[whowhatifs]

If you're still doing the prompts, 23 or 1: for morgan x (shy) f!detective, please💕🙏

1. There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close

Rapid footsteps echo on the pavement, finally far enough behind me that I can duck down a side street to try to catch my breath. My pursuant pauses, I can see her shadow--cast by the dim streetlamp nearby--wavering, unsure. Pressing myself against the wall, I don't dare to move with her so close in case I alert her of my location... Relief courses through me as she slowly starts to retreat. Then my phone chirps.

No! I turn to run, but my boot catches on an uneven patch of sidewalk. I cry out as I'm sent crashing to the ground, pain shooting up my leg when my knee cracks against the pavement. I twist around and she's practically on top of me, arms reaching...

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?!"

"Yeah, I'm fine Tina," I chuckle weekly through my embarrassment. I take her offered hand and stand, wincing. "Just going to have a hell of a bruise."

"Well, I won't tag you since you're injured. I'll even give you a headstart!" Tina flashes an apologetica, before laughing and closing her eyes. "I won't be so nice the next time I catch you though!"

It was Tina's suggestion for us to take our break outside as a change of pace from our late night of seemingly endless paperwork. Somehow it turned into this game of tag with a couple other officers, us running around like a group of schoolchildren. I have to admit it's been more fun than I expected, letting go like this.

I brush myself off with a soft smile, then turn on my heel and start running again. I take as many turns as I can to throw Tina off (without getting too far from the station). My route is interrupted when someone appears in front of me and I nearly collide into them.

"I'm so s-... Morgan?"

"Shh!"

The vampire grabs my arm and whisking me through the narrow, sheltered gap between two houses nearby. She doesn't release her hold when we arrive. She's coiled with tension, practically vibrating with the growl she's fighting to contain.

"What's going on?" Morgan asks in a rough whisper, not looking down at me until she's finished scanning our surroundings. My confusion must show on my face, because she groans and clarifies: "I was patrolling nearby, I heard you scream."

Oh. The fall. Oh no. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I come to the mortifying realisation.

"Right, um, well-" the mere inches between our faces is not helping me put this into words- "that was... we were playing a game and... I fell."

Morgan is quiet for several long seconds, before she hisses incredulously: "You've survived getting mauled by a vampire, been threatened by a bunch of magic mirror motherfuckers, and you screamed because you fell?!"

"Tina startled me!" I squeak defensively.

Morgan's shoulders drop as she lets out a long breath, her irritation quickly shaken off and replaced with... something else. Her teeth flash in the dim light as she smirks and leans in closer towards me. Her lips graze my ear, making my whole body shiver, and I worry I might pass out on the spot when she exhales a whisper over my skin:

"For your own safety, I guess I'll need to get more familiar with your screams, sweetheart."

This woman is going to be the death of me.

~~~

Okay, this went through waaayy too many versions (none of which were really any better than the last, but I over think). Anyways, hopefully you enjoyed! It didn't actually end up that close to the prompt. 😂

Thanks for the ask @chaoticbooklover! I may post a Part 2 or even a Morgan POV down the road if that's of interest, the scene is longer in my head (just not in words yet). 😁

#my writing #twc morgan #twc ficlet #twc fanfiction #prompt fill #i am still really enjoying writing these #even if it doesnt seem like it #because it takes me days to post the shortest thing #chaoticbooklover #let me know if something doesnt make sense #ive reworked it so much that my brain is mush #but im learning! #swearing #slightly ns*fw #possibly?

[nerdferatum]

how about #22 falling asleep on the other’s shoulder for lamia and nat? art or writing your choice 💜

I see you are a person of taste! Thank you for the prompt 💜

22. Falling asleep on the other's shoulder.

Pairing: Nat Sewell x TWC detective (Lamia Ezzatri)

Words: 667

Nat couldn’t think of a more perfect evening. The soft noise of the rain against the windows was the only sound in the quiet, barely lit apartment while Nat enjoyed one of Lamia’s books. She picked it up out of curiosity and she hadn’t put it down yet. It was the sound of familiar steps and the rattling of keys what finally pulled her back to reality. She had been waiting for that moment the whole day.

Lamia yawned as she opened the door. She took off her shoes and her coat with her eyes almost closed before dragging herself to the couch where Nat was curled up with her book. Lamia softly kissed her forehead cupping Nat’s face with her hands.

“Hi,” she whispered, her voice even deeper due to the exhaustion, “I missed you.”

“We work together, ḥayati,” laughed Nat.

Lamia took a moment to appreciate Nat’s appearance in the soft light. The moment she stepped into Lamia’s apartment, she had opened her shirt to reveal a thin white t-shirt underneath and her hair was ruffled by the times she had run her hands through it. And she was looking at her like there wasn’t anything else in the world. The thought made Lamia’s heart skip a beat.

“It isn’t quite the same,” Lamia sighed as she sat down next to her girlfriend, “even if you are always lovely, you look extremely beautiful when I find you at home.”

Nat chuckled. She could try and compliment her back, but the words died on her lips. They couldn’t make her justice as she lit the candle and the dancing flame threw its warm light over her amber skin. Her dark brown eyes shined with a myriad of colors. She continued observing her while she put the candle down on the coffee table and stretched her sore muscles. Nat couldn’t tear her eyes apart from her elegant movements. It happened every time and it didn’t seem like it would stop happening any time soon. Nat sure wouldn’t even think of trying.

Lamia sighed again as the room filled with the scent of jasmine and cedarwood and leaned back to rest against Nat’s side, head on her shoulder. She linked their arms together and slowly caressed the soft skin of Nat’s wrist with her long fingers.

“You should change into something comfortable and go to bed. I’ll be there in a minute,” Nat said with a smile.

“No, thank you,” answered Lamia into her clothes.

“Should I carry you to bed?”

“Hm, now that’s a thought, but maybe for another day.”

“You are exhausted…”

“I like to be with you when you read,” Lamia confessed, her words slightly slurred when she nuzzled against her neck.

“You know how to get to a woman’s heart, don’t you?”

“You tell me,” Lamia smiled, caressing Nat's palm and interlacing their fingers, “Would you read for me?”

Nat doubted she could deny her anything she asked. She continued her reading from where she left it, trying to keep her voice as low as possible. Lamia didn’t talk. She brushed her fingers up Nat’s arm while the other woman read, slower and slower as minutes passed, until her hand rested softly on Nat’s forearm.

Nat set the book aside, but she didn’t have the heart to move Lamia just yet. She had been busy at the station lately and waking her up seemed like a crime. She could let her enjoy a few more minutes of sleep before daring to pick her up. Nat didn’t need to go anywhere. She could sit still for a while, happy to admire the shadows of Lamia’s long eyelashes on her high cheekbones and do nothing else. They weren’t allowed to have many moments like that, of quiet and peace, moments just for them. She knew Lamia would complain about her not being completely present, but Nat didn’t ask for anything else than to have Lamia’s hand in hers and feeling her deep breathing on her neck.

#twc n #twc detective #twc #detective lamia ezzatri #lamia x nat #sara writes

[writer-ish]

I love your fics so much! The Mason ones are utterly amazing 🤩

As for my ask: the touching prompts and Mason can you do 37+50?

prompt: putting their head on the other’s chest / putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up pairing: mason x detective (grace bennett) word count: 1.5k | rating: T (language) author note: you are so sweet. ☺️ thank you sm and thanks for the prompt love! hope you enjoy. 

☾☾ touching prompts

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It wasn't that the meetings were boring, per se.

Consolidation after a patrol was a necessity in Grace's eyes. It wasn’t like they all walked through the same streets and alleys together, arms linked, the five of them patrolling in tandem. Nate usually went one way, Adam another. Felix would decide who he wanted to join or if he felt like taking his own route.

And that would leave her and Mason.

She tried, once, to tell him that she didn't need him to patrol with her. They'd cover more ground separately, of course. That much seemed obvious. And before Unit Bravo had arrived, she had been made detective of their small town's police force, which had to count for something—had to speak to some level of ability; of skill.

But the absolutely withering look he gave her upon that suggestion shut down any further discussion on the matter.

Plus, and here was the real problem, the crux of the issue—the truth was, if she were being honest with herself... she liked having him on patrol with her.

It felt like a betrayal of her sex to admit that she felt—safer with him around. But for all her capabilities (admittedly most of which were intellectual and not so much physical or combat-oriented), the idea of having someone to patrol with, a protector, was—

Well, it was nice.

Of course she would never, ever admit that out loud. She could barely admit it in the sanctity of her thoughts.

But ever since life had changed for her in Wayhaven, and supernatural occurrences had become the norm, and her life had been put in danger (more than once), it seemed, at the very least, prudent of her to have the extra support wherever available.

And anyway, they were partners. If not in anything else, they were partners for the Agency. And the patrol - they did that together.

Which brought Grace back to the present moment.

The meeting.

Every time the unit patrolled, they would meet together briefly afterwards to discuss anything unusual they had seen, offer up any suggestions for future patrols, or coordinate routes or sites that may be more fruitful or beneficial in the future. There was always a plan, an ultimate goal, and each member of Unit Bravo, including their human liaison, wanted to ensure that their patrols were as efficient as possible.

Which was all well and good, fantastic really, except for one small thing.

Grace was fucking exhausted.

Months of working for the Agency, of patrolling with UB and then waking up a few hours later and doing her other job, her “real” job, for a seemingly endless amount of time, only to come home and cat nap and then do it all over again—it was taking its toll.

The vampires were fine, because of course they were; they were fucking vampires. Sleep was a suggestion. A novelty. A lark.

But Grace was tired.

At this particular post-patrol gathering, she had tried exceptionally hard to focus. Adam said they were going to keep it short, but it had already been twenty minutes and he was still going over a detour in his route that he felt would be beneficial.

Mason sat beside her on the arm of the chair she was sitting in, a high-backed, extra plush thing, that was somehow incredibly conducive to sleep and also horribly uncomfortable.

He was flicking his lighter open and closed as he listened and she lightly tapped his thigh with the back of her hand to get him to stop, feeling her eyelids grow heavier with each passing second.

He looked down at her and took a second to absorb her expression, before looking over sharply at Adam and barking:

“Hey, how about we wrap this shit up—?”

His words were unceremoniously cut off by Grace’s hand over his mouth.

She felt the sharp intake of breath he took as he glanced at her in surprise, eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring.

Sheepishly she took her hand off his mouth and said softly, “No, I’m fine.” She then turned to Adam, who looked puzzled, and glanced briefly at Nate who seemed concerned and Felix, who was clearly amused. “It’s fine, Adam, continue please.”

Adam looked at her assessingly, before giving a brief nod and continuing. “As I was saying, if we veer northwest here and go around the park...”

Grace settled back in the chair and looked up to catch Mason still staring at her, narrow and intent.

What? she mouthed.

He pointed at her and then closed his eyes and lolled his head to the side, an exaggerated tableau of sleep.

She bit her lip to keep from giggling and shook her head, re-focusing on Adam.

Within seconds, her focus was cut short once more as she felt Mason drop down from the arm of the chair and wriggle in the seat beside her. They barely fit side by side, so she had to make room for his leg under hers as he squirmed his way closer to her.

Felix was watching them now, giddy with his amusement. Nate kept glancing over and looking away quickly. Adam was tracing a line on the map of Wayhaven in their common room and hadn’t seen the mute commotion just yet.

Soon, Grace was situated, essentially on Mason’s lap much to her chagrin, her head tucked into the admittedly very comfortable nook where his pectorals met his deltoids. He brought his hand up to toy with her hair lightly and he was so warm, so comfortable—just an unbearably pleasant extension of that safety and familiarity she felt with him when they were patrolling together.

She could feel his heart beat, a steady gentle thud under her ear. Could smell him, his unscented laundry detergent, and something else—something masculine and sweet, earthy and smoky and just intrinsically him—that scent that had already infiltrated her pillow and her top sheet and her favourite jacket—

That feeling, imbued with his scent, and with the gentle pressure of his hand that had moved from her hair down to her thigh, was like a sedative for her soul.

Of their own volition, drawn by a power she could no more easily control than she could the setting of the sun or the moon rising, her eyelids drooped down, down, down until her eyelashes brushed her cheeks.

Within seconds, her breathing evened out and soft snores filled the room.

Adam paused and turned away from the map to take in the new and unusual noise.

Mason watched with hooded eyes, daring him to make a comment. To say a word about their position or - he felt his canines tingle, a rumble deep in his throat - to try and wake her.

Instead, Adam looked resigned. Regretful, almost.

“She is tired,” he said simply as he regarded her.

Felix and Nate looked over as well, various iterations of affection and sympathy over their faces.

“We forget, sometimes,” he continued, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest, “that she is a human among us. She does not have the stamina we do.”

“She works hard,” Mason couldn’t help but say, deliberately keeping his voice soft. “She works herself to the bone for this town. These ingrates,” he ended on a semi-snarl. “And then does it all again at night for the Agency.”

“She enjoys her work,” Nate responded pragmatically. “Though she could probably benefit from more rest time.”

“There is too much going on right now for rest.” Adam stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Though, I suppose, it’s alright if she rests for the moment.”

“Plus, I wouldn’t move her from Mason’s lap right now unless you want your head torn from your body,” Felix cackled, leaning back gleefully in his chair.

Mason shot him a stare that could wither a cactus and Felix bit his lip, still hiding a smile.

“Do you want to continue, Adam?” Nate asked. “Or should we call it a night?”

Adam looked thoughtful. “As long as she is comfortable, let’s finish up. Mason can fill her in later.”

“Oh, I’ll be happy to fill her—shh, shh shut up!” he cut his own vulgarity off with a hiss as Nate loudly groaned and Felix’s cackles unleashed themselves further. He glared at everyone. “I’ll tell her what you said,” he muttered finally, nodding towards Adam. “Let’s just get this over with.”

As Adam droned on, Mason couldn’t help but look down at the detective, her soft snores and steady heartbeat a familiar litany to his ears these days. He felt the soft firmness of her thigh under his splayed fingers. Felt the rush of air on his chest as she breathed in and out. Watched her rosy lips pout in sleep, the crescent of her dark eyelashes on a lightly freckled cheek, a light brown strand of hair flopping over one closed eye.

Her hand had come up to rest under her chin, fingers loosely curled. Absently, he brushed the hair back from her forehead and then, again without giving much thought to it, he brought his pointer finger up to stroke the soft inside of her palm gently. Her fingers jerked reflexively and closed, holding him there securely.

He felt a tug come from somewhere deep in his chest at the sight of her holding his finger like that. It felt so trusting, so innocent, this simple unconscious gesture. As though, even in sleep she wanted to keep him close.

Shaking his head abruptly to rid himself of the intrusive and unexpected thought, he renewed his focus on Adam—no, Nate, who was now talking.

He left his hand in hers, though.

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tags: @utterlyinevitable , @ethansramsey , @otherworldlypresents , @aworldoffandoms , @raleighcarrera , @ejunkiet , @starrystarrytrouble , @terrm9 , @openheartthot , @octobereighth , @campsearchlight , @coldshrugs , @kelseaaa , @homeformyheart , @intothestrawberryjar , @magebastard , @kodysteach , @newfangledsoul , @silma-words , @lalizah , @detective-sweetheart , @lem-20 (if you don’t want to be tagged for twc, mason x detective, and/or prompts, please let me know!)

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #twc fanfic #mason x detective #mason x grace #twc mason #agent m #specialist agent m #writing prompts #twc prompts

[lilyoffandoms]

Ohh if you're still taking them, from the hand prompt 'running their thumb over the back of the other’s hand' with Jason and Mason pls? ❤

Soft M? Yes please! And thank you so much for the request!

Warnings & A/N: none I can come up with.

The room was hot, almost stiflingly so as he leaned against the doorframe and watched him read. His feet propped up on the ottoman. Shoes off, of course. No wonder Nat and him were such close friends, he scoffed with a small smile on his lips.

This was the most peaceful he had seen him in quite some time and the sight stir things inside him. Those same stirrings he was experiencing more and more lately around the detective. The same stirrings he was beginning to think were feelings he didn’t want.

It was fun, what they had, wasn’t it? Wasn’t that enough? Why bring messy emotions into? He wasn’t Nat. He didn’t enjoy that.

He watched as Jason scribbled something in the margins of the page before flipping it. Obviously his own book or Nat would be in here already to scold him for defacing one of her precious books, he chuckled quietly.

“I’m not that oblivious. I know you’re there. Why don’t you come closer and get a better vantage point to admire the view?” Jason broke through Mason’s musings with an all too pleased smile on his lips but his eyes still firmly fixed on the words in front of him.

“How can I turn down such an enticing invitation?” Mason purred and was slightly disappointed that Jason had yet to look up and watch him.

He slid slowly down on the couch beside him, his hand sliding up Jason’s thigh and coming to rest at what Ava and Nat were sure to consider a respectable distance from where he wanted to rest it. Or as respectable as he was capable of when it came to the detective.

Leaning his head back against the couch he took Jason up on his offer and admired the view. Taking in all the breath taking details.

The way his eyes crinkled in amusement at the attention he was receiving. The small, faintest of freckles smattered across his cheeks from a bit too much time in the sun. He only noticed them in summer, his least favorite season. But he was beginning to think that if it meant more of this view he could learn to yearn for summer all year round. And the various shades of emerald, darker and deeper than Ava’s icy ones mix. These held a warmth of a freshly sprung spring forest.

And, he grunted and shook himself from those thoughts. That was something more belonging in one of Jason’s ridiculous books of poetry than on his mind with this stunning man sitting beside him.

He slumped lower into his seat and glared at the flames. Trying to keep his mind blank and just enjoy the quiet of the library.

He smiled as Jason’s hand squeezed his own before leaving his cold and wanting to flipping another page. The touch all too brief. He hated the loss of that touch and wanted to reach up and return that hand to his. And he almost did. His hand stopping inches above Jason’s thigh before he settled it back down.

Jason shifted the book to his other hand and laced his fingers into Mason’s. Smiling but not daring to look at the vampire. The same smug smile on his face as Mason glanced between their hands and Jason’s face.

He turned back to the flames and his troubling thought, unaware of his thumb rubbing tender circles across Jason’s skin.

Only then with Mason so lost in thought did Jason register the touch and break from his reading to glance between their hands and Mason’s calm face.

An entirely different smile - a softer, awe-filled one - tugging at his lips as he returned to the prose before him.

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TWC Tag: @amlovelies @vienocalledmebuddy @gloynporslen @roses-and-roux @mistyeyedbi

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Distract me please!

#mason x jason #my oc: jason lin #my drabble #i like to live dangerously and so do not edit forgive my mistakes #from prompt #ask #sosolenoo ask #day two of ten 😭 #but seriously thank you for the request! these have been so much fun! #and lovely delightful distractions from my boring days

[ejunkiet]

a very M october (twc masterlist)

a quick update on the prompt fills for 31daysofwayhaven & the kiss meme from the last month, which was thoroughly dominated by our resident Agent Sunshine:

mirror image (Falk/Detective) prompt: mirror, rated Teen, 1.5k wordcount

make me an offer I cannot refuse: part one (Morgan/Detective/Mason) prompt: villain, rated Mature, 2.5k wordcount

make me an offer I cannot refuse: part two (Morgan/Detective/Mason) prompt: blood, rated Explicit, 5k wordcount

epilogue part one: apologies (Morgan/Detective/Mason) prompt: apology, rated Teen, <1k wordcount

epilogue part two: through a glass, darkly (Morgan/Detective/Mason) prompt: grief, rated Teen, 1k wordcount

a kiss on the throat (Mason/Detective Olivia Greene) prompt: throat, rated Teen, <1k wordcount

(not a) booty call (Mason/Detective Olivia Greene) prompt: a breathy demand - “kiss me”, 1k wordcount

(really not a) booty call (Mason/Detective Olivia Greene) prompt: a fierce kiss with a bite on the lip, 2k wordcount

(just a) movie night (Mason/Detective Olivia Greene) prompt: ‘is that a remote or are you happy to see me’, 1.2k

#twc writing #quite a few of these haven't been posted on ao3 yet #I need to get on that #writing #twc #but seriously october was M month #really love the trio fic; have to say it #detective olivia greene

[amlovelies]

Hi! 😊 For the sensory prompts the #7 Raindrops on eyelashes with Nat and Emma pls? 💕💕

hi soso 🥰 thank you for the prompt and sorry it takes me a million years to fill these 😬

from the sensory prompts list

collecting memories

pairing: Nat Sewell/f!detective (Emma Langford) rating/warnings: none this is pretty much fluff words: 490 read on ao3

Emma is absorbed in her work. A slight frown on her face as she peruses the open file in front of her. One finger idly tapping against her lip as is her habit when lost in thought.

It’s not until Nat clears her throat and asks, “almost ready?” that Emma even realizes she’s been waiting.

“Oh!” she exclaims coloring with embarrassment as she attempts to clear her desk, “I’m so sorry Nat. Have you been waiting long?”

Only about three hundred years or so, but Nat doesn’t say that, just smiles before moving to help her girlfriend.

It takes another half hour before they make it out of the police station, but neither seems to mind. It’s become a favorite routine of Nat’s, the leisurely walk between the station and Emma’s apartment. Emma nestles safe and warm into her side, Nat slowing her stride to accommodate Emma’s shorter legs.

It astounded her how dear and familiar the streets of Wayhaven had already become to her. Emma sharing stories, point out corners where she had skinned her knees or the best stretches of houses for trick or treating. They often changed up the route, turning down unfamiliar streets, filling in the map of Wayhaven in Nat’s mind, allowing her to the town through Emma’s eyes.

She has begun to form her own memories as well. That first heated moment during that freezing midnight patrol. Emma’s gentle hands and quiet concern awakening a hope she had almost given up on. A smudge of ice cream on Emma’s face as they enjoyed a summer afternoon on a park bench. Her kisses had been so sweet that day, almost overwhelming Nat’s heightened senses. A dozen other little moments she now holds dear.

She looks forward to filling every street of Wayhaven with memories of the woman beside her. Of a life together.

A few drops of water on her shoulder are the only warnings they get before the sky opens up and the rain that had threatened all day comes down.

Nat has other memories of Emma in the rain, memories she would rather not relive. She’d almost lost her then. Unable to stop Murphy, unable to keep her safe.

There are nights when she can remember the way the scent of her blood flooded the air, tempting and terrible. When Nat couldn’t trust herself to get close, to save her. To save the woman that she…

She’s happy to replace those memories with this. Emma laughing, her head tilted back and letting the rain fall on her face. A welcome relief in the heat of the summer. Not hard enough to soak yet, just a gentle fall.

Coating her face like another layer of freckles, clinging to her eyelashes, sparkling like tiny jewels in the light pouring out of Haley’s

Nat brushes them away with gentle hands, leaning over shielding Emma’s face from the rain as she pulls her in for a kiss.

tagging: @lord-king-saint @roses-and-roux @agentnatesewell

#thank you! #ask #mutual soso #prompt fill #sensory prompts #the wayhaven chronicles #if: twc #nat sewell #twc n #fic: emma langford #lovelieswrites #oc: emma langford

[homeformyheart]

best vs. worst sleep - nate sewell x f!detective (twc)

author’s note: thanks to the anon for the two-part request, i went less literal with this one compared to the other best vs. worst prompt fills i’ve written. hope you all enjoy! copyright: all characters, except the oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames. series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – nate sewell x f!detective (cassie knight) rating/warnings: 14+; none based on/prompt: best vs. worst prompts // 4. best sleep vs worst sleep word count: ~1k

worst sleep

cassie reached for her teacup, willing her trembling fingers to still as the pale green liquid nearly sloshed over the edge. the steam rising from the liquid softly tickled her nose, the warmth drifting over her face at a comfortable pace. she took a long, quiet sip, barely leaving any tea in the cup before setting it back down with a clatter.

she pressed her shaking hands into her lap and squeezed her eyes shut, counting down from twenty and hoping the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears would fade. the migraine in the front left corner of her head began to subside enough that she could open her eyes without needing to squint.

a long, loud sigh escaped her, the sound following the sag of her body as she slumped against the back of her armchair. her eyes fluttered closed, fatigue weighing heavily against her lids. she could picture her fingers twitching against the backdrop of darkness and she opened her eyes again wearily, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around her legs.

this was the third night in a row that she woke up in a panic, every nerve in her body screaming for relief. she scratched lightly at the lines of grainy skin between her neck and shoulder, barely visible but permanently reminding her of the nightmare she lived through.

although lately it seemed as though she was still living that nightmare. it’s been months since the encounter with murphy and last she checked he was still in one of the agency’s detention cells, but she still didn’t feel at ease.

it wasn’t as though she was worried or anxious about being attacked again, but she was still processing her new reality. it was one thing to discover that supernaturals existed, but to also learn that she was at the epicenter of that activity in wayhaven was baffling.

in both good and bad ways. and she didn’t even know where to begin.

and then there was the question of nate – kind, poetic, with a genuine hunger for knowledge, and protective nature. someone who would stay by her side and protect her with his life even without her asking.

but he was also a centuries-old vampire who would live for centuries more than she could imagine. not exactly the safest situation for a relationship.

cassie sighed and folded the blanket in her lap, laying it over the back of the armchair before heading into her bedroom. she closed her curtains to try and block out the rays of sun starting to catch in the sky before snuggling under the duvet.

all she wanted was just one night of uninterrupted sleep. was that too much to ask for?

best sleep

cassie rested the heavy book on her lap and pressed her fingers against the back of her shoulder. she rolled her head side-to-side in an attempt to alleviate the tightness of her muscles. there were still several thick books that she wanted to go through before calling it a night, but she couldn’t find an angle comfortable enough that would allow her to read and take notes without falling asleep.

a warm, comforting aroma reminiscent of the first chill of early fall wafted through her nose and she turned her head to see nate holding out a steaming mug in front of her. she closed the book and set it on the coffee table before taking the mug from him gratefully, flushing slightly at the brief touch of his fingers against hers.

the team had made comments to her before about how stoic she was, but sometimes she couldn’t help but smile around nate. at least she knew that he appreciated it.

“thank you,” she said, letting the cinnamon and honey notes linger on her tongue. “this was just what i needed.”

“it wouldn’t do if the town’s detective ran herself ragged and caught a cold,” nate chuckled, moving behind cassie and gently tracing his hands along her shoulders. “i would much prefer it if you were able to rest. i can finish up the research later.”

“it would be irresponsible of me to make you do my work for me,” cassie said, eyes fluttering closed at the feel of nate’s thumb massaging circles at the base of her skull.

she unknowingly let out a pleased hum as he began kneading at the knots in her shoulders where they met her neck, fingers lightly grazing the outlines of her scar. she didn’t register the brief hesitation of his fingers as he hovered over the area, eyes misting over at the memory before continuing with his ministrations.

he knew she hadn’t been sleeping very well or very often lately. the workload from the agency seemed to increase every day and she never complained. but some days the circles under her eyes were a little darker and the lines in her face were more taut than usual.

she smiled a little less on those days. not that she was someone who outwardly smiled often – the team was used to her stoic nature by now, even if it still unnerved some when her expression wouldn’t hint at how she was feeling or what she was thinking – but she was starting to seem more at ease with the team.

nate’s pretty sure he’ll do almost anything to keep her smiling, including brewing a mix of herbal teas and adaptogens that support stress relief and relaxation for the nights she spent in the warehouse. not to mention brushing up on his knowledge of acupuncture and effective massage techniques.

the sound of her heartbeat began to sync up with her breaths – steady and even, the only sound in the stillness. he eased up on the pressure just as her head began to loll to the side into his palm. he leaned over to wrap an arm under her knees and slowly tilted her body sideways along the length of the large sofa until her head rested on the opposite arm.

he tucked a throw blanket around her and settled himself on the floor with his back against the sofa. nate smiled at the sight of cassie’s sleeping face before turning his attention to the tomes on the table.

he’d be more than happy to finish the research on his own tonight.

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[utterlyinevitable]

182 Days of Prompts: 110. rules

FATL  |  What If  |  OH Fic  |  Flatmate  |  Fairytale  |  DWHAF  |  Tragically Twenty  |  Handful of Lovers  |  Stories for Songs  |  TWC Fic  |  Anita  |  Always or Never

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That first kiss... it was so unexpected. One moment we were talking and the next his finger brushed something on my cheek and before it’d gone his lips were on mine. It’d be an abhorrent lie to say I’ve never thought about kissing him. An infatuation with the unknown. And... 

It happened. 

So quickly like a passing breeze. I can still feel his softness, the tender warmth. I should have kissed him back when I had the chance. 

The words he spoke afterwards? We both needed to get that out of the way. What’d he mean by that? He... he likes me? What? This icon of a man - my idol - my boss, likes me? 

I turned my head away, eyes blinking rapidly before busying myself - filling this awkwardness with shuffling papers. His eyes were on me. Expertly gaging my reaction. 

Calm, composed and turning back to him slightly when he spoke; 

“Shall we continue?” 

I swear my jaw hung open. All I could do was nod. He was talking and I couldn’t focus on anything but the tingling ruminants of his kiss. Nothing he’s saying sounded as important as his hand wrapping around mine. 

And then we continued like nothing happened. For an hour. A small and insurmountable amount of time. Enough for whatever happened to settle - for the sparks to take root. Soft thumb drawing circles on my skin, stirring my control until there’s nothing left. Partition of fingers to intertwine. Stroking the beds of his nails, tracing the curves I couldn’t see. Every minute, every movement bringing us closer and closer until there’s no space left. 

Until his hands moved up and down my leg. 

Until it squeezed my hip. 

Until it snaked around to my lower back. Soft pads caressing the small amount of skin peeking from under my shirt as I lean closer. The files under my nose all but forgotten. I’m breathless. What is happening? 

Until he’s whispering in my ear. 

Until it happens again. 

And again. 

And again and again for moments to come. 

And it stops with shirts on the floor evenings later. 

“We shouldn’t,” he breathes. 

“We have,” I coax, teeth nipping his collarbone. 

“I’m your boss.” 

“You started it.” 

“And I’m stopping it.” 

Before I could rebuke he was throwing more space between us. 

“We can’t.” He’s more firm now, any semblance of lust drained from his tone. 

I wanted to ask why not - we’ve been stroking the flames for days on days. Something stopped me - something hiding in his tone was begging me to understand some unwritten rule. We can’t because of what exactly? He’s been involved. I’ve seen him with other colleagues. 

So I put my clothes back on and the moment we stepped out of the room things went back to the way they were before he crossed the line. 

And after all this... he’s watching me. Intently. I can feel him on me from across the bar two weeks after he ended things - I know it’s him just by the heat of his gaze. 

Three songs. Three pop songs he cannot stand, tolerated as I belt the words out with my friends. He should’ve left before karaoke began, that’s what he usually does. 

Our eyes locked. 

Then I blinked and he’s out the back door. 

My feet moved. Toward him. 

And again his lips were on me before I knew what was happening. 

This time my body knew to kiss him back. 

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> days of prompts masterlist <

taglist: @mercury84choices​ @withbeautyandrage​ @forallthatitsworth

#for always or never #days of prompts

[thecryptidenthusiast]

End of year faves 2020

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

Ahh thank you so much for the tags @evilbunnyking @dumortainava and @strawberrysides !!!

Tagging: @iwanttobecomeavoid @thenshe--appeared @agentnatesewell @amlovelies @delllonggone @ejunkiet + whoever else wants to!! Not sure who’s already done this and who hasn’t, no pressure of course 💙💙

I’ve only really gotten back into writing as of this year thanks to TWC, so this is basically just an entire list of TWC fics lol. Some of these are finished...many aren’t alskalsk

1 - 31 Days of Wayhaven Prompt 1 ‘Sharp’ (Nate/Abby)

The fic that started it all alskdldkd. This was the first thing I managed (with a lot of nudging) to work up the courage to post. Library make-out and mentions of fangs.

2 - ‘The Darkness Hums’ (AO3)

A Dark!Nate/Possessed!Nate fic that...was meant for Halloween and became it’s own universe at this rate.

3 - ‘on fire from within, the moon lives in your skin’

Alskslsk first ns*w piece. Nate’s teasing leaves him hot and bothered.

4 - 31 Days of Wayhaven Prompt ‘Grief’

A fun practice piece for a different POV. Looking at a ‘what-if’ scenario of Unit Bravo leaving and Abby writing a letter she’ll never send.

5 - ‘Dinner, Dates, and Something In Between’ (Nate/Abby)

Unfinished piece, but this was a prompt that sort of became a beast of a fic. Other two chapters are nearly done and ready to be posted, but overall I’m just really happy how this came out.

6 - ‘Kisses Under an Umbrella’ (Nate/Abby)

A prompt fill that sort of worked as another AU world-building thing lol. Nate walks Abby home in the rain.

7 - 31 Days of Wayhaven Prompt ‘Strength’ (Nate/Abby)

Abby comforting Nate during a thunderstorm, just a fun fluff/comfort piece.

8 - ‘Untitled DA!TWC Snippet’

Just a fun snippet for a Dragon Age TWC AU a friend and I have been working on.

#tag game #my writing #this is....all twc lmao #but honestly this fandom has been such a great experience #I haven’t been writing this regularly in so long and it’s just fun how nice and supportive everybody is #twc