#adam du mortain mood board

[stars-and-clouds]

Commanding Agent, Adam du Mortain

Nate

This is for Adam as we meet him in the books.

The model on the top left is what I picture him to look like. Ever since I saw it I was like yep, that's Adam.

Possible book 3 Spoilers! below:

I will make a medieval one as well of him as a norman knight during the invasions, one for my OC and one for both of them together =3

[lukas-du-mortain]

Sgt. Lukas Vanir + Agent Adam du Mortain

Meus amor aeternus

[teaandbatteries]

Wayhaven Detective Mira Adler

Mira Adler is:

not sure why she was promoted to detective

much better at her job than she thinks

completely irresponsible irresistible

a disaster, but at peace with that

Mira on:

Adam (Love Interest) - "I only flirt with him because it's fun to annoy him. I'd prolly stop if he stopped reacting." A/N: Oh sweetie, no you wouldn't.

Nate (Good Teammates) - "I'd love him for his library even if he wasn't so loveable himself."

Felix (Totally mates) - "Pretty much my platonic soulmate <3"

Mason (Close Teammates) - "Insults count as a love language, right?"

Rebecca (Tense-ish) - "Apparently she thinks I'm still twelve, so exactly how much professionalism does she expect from her middle-schooler?"

Police Captain (Bad) - "Better than the mayor, which isn't saying much."

Mayor Friedman (Very Bad) - "lol gross."

Bobby (Ex) - "lol super gross."

I almost feel bad that Adam has to endure her. Almost. But we all know he loves it (and her).

[itsyensyd]

Charming, friendly, genuine, cautious, optimistic, easygoing, with a knack for knowledge and deduction. They're your person for the job. - WHPD

Detective Jules Lin

Non binary, bisexual, baby

Appearance:

Brown, shoulder length hair with an undercut

(Supposed to be) Grey eyes

5'9" in height

Taste in modern style and fashion

Likes:

Felix

Tea

City living

Sushi

Dislikes:

Ava being an egotistical ASS

Car problems

Being ignored

Alcohol

Strengths:

Smart and clever/crafty

Great reasoning skills

Weaknesses:

Overly cautious

Offers the benefit of doubt too much

[Here they are :0 a proper aesthetic board or whatever you call it for them. Very proud of it, ngl ;v;]

[thefictition]

[asuckerfora]

Detective Victoria Kingston

Charming

Cautious

Genuine

Friendly

Easygoing

Heart, Optimistic, Team Player

Love Interest: Adam du Mortain

Here is my detective's mood board! Even though no one cares!

[ejunkiet]

Roseanne Hwang and Adam du Mortain

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She has a mouth made for smiling, even if it’s mostly at his expense.

Happy New Year @caramel--macchiatoo !! I was your secret santa in this year’s @secretsantagiftexchange​​, and so I wrote a little something with your detective and the infamous leader of unit bravo (with bonus mood board)!

Hope you enjoy it! 😘

Notes: Roseanne Hwang and Adam du Mortain, 1.1k wordcount.

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It takes little more than a look, that first time.

She’s different, in the light of day, the streaks of pale sunlight filtering in through the window highlighting the slope of her cheekbones, the deep chestnut of her hair, the brilliant sea-glass of her eyes.

She has a mouth made for smiling, even if it’s mostly at his expense.

She’s wearing an outfit similar to the one she’d worn the day before, loose-fitting casual attire, chosen for comfort over appearance, and it suits her, even if it is impractical. Then again, in a town such as this, he supposes he could understand, to some level, her carelessness. 

Still, it reveals an innocence, a naivete, reflected in her age as she perches herself on the edge of her desk, feet swinging idly as she glances over his team.

“Roseanne Hwang,” she’d said in introduction, voice as clear as a bell, a gentle smile gracing her petite features. Her charm is genuine, her tongue sharp and well practiced, and even with the prickle of irritation he’d felt something else stir, then, deep within the confines of his chest.

(A stirring he’d forgotten he could feel, something unnamed, and unwanted.)

He doesn’t let it show. He’s had years of practice masking his true emotions, and it would take more than a sweet face and a soft voice to break his composure; to overshadow the concerns he has about the nature of their business here. 

(He still believes that the detective should have been taken into Agency custody - that this charade of inter-agency cooperation was nothing but a mistake.)

Still, he finds his eyes following her, tracking her movements through the station as she introduces them to chief pathologist, a man short in stature, if not in intellect - and it’s only Nate’s voice, a short while later, that manages to break it, drawing his attention back to the moment.

It means nothing. (It will mean nothing.)

--

It’s subtle, at first. The way his attention is drawn to her, and at first, he ascribes it to the obvious: the mission. His orders to protect her, coupled with the personal connection to their unit leader, a woman who, in her years of steady loyalty and dedication to the agency, had proven herself a dozen times over. Who, when he thought of humans, he considered an exception.

It’s not long after he’s gotten to spend some time with the detective alone that he has a new answer - that the reason he can’t seem to shift her from his thoughts is because she was designed to linger there, as stubbornly persistent as a burr, and equally as aggravating. 

It is, he thinks, something inherent to her, fundamental in the way she was built - every part of her carefully designed to get on his nerves.

It’s in the angle of the smirk she levels his way as she collects their drinks at the bar, her amusement clear as she glances over him, dark brows lifted towards her hairline. Her fingers wrap around the necks of the beer bottles as she leans towards the youngest member of unit bravo, lips curling around the words - soft and teasing, I never took him for a wine guy, and the thin stem of the wineglass nearly snaps in his grip before he catches himself.

His inability to completely distance himself from his emotions causes him to make mistakes. Causes his ironclad hold on his own control to falter.

Causes him to be careless.

He wasn’t expecting the ambush, and they aren’t prepared for it.

The detective fares poorly in the fight. He’s dedicated years, centuries of his life, to eliminating his weaknesses. It’s a task he has achieved through extensive training - both physical and mental, until he’d refined his control of his abilities, executing himself with precision and accuracy. The perfect weapon.

Even if there hadn’t been much of a need for combat in her role before, she should have known better by now. The thick layer of her hoodie does nothing but slow her down as she avoids the second thrall’s clumsy fist, and it clips her cheek, sending her staggering backwards, and he stifles a curse. 

Throwing his adversary to the side, he closes the distance between them, positioning himself close enough to her that he can catch a scent of her perfume, floral and sweet on the air. The grateful smile she flashes his way tightens something within his chest, but he doesn’t have time to consider it before the thrall gets to his feet and the fight resumes.

They’re outnumbered, but not overwhelmed - and the number of thralls that had ambushed them were concerning, should have been impossible given the time of day - but with the combined efforts of unit bravo, they manage to dispatch them easily enough.

Most of them.

The one she had been facing - the one he’d thought she’d dealt with - slips beneath his guard, landing a hit against her temple that he can hear, a sickening crack in the air, and she crumples, small form folding towards the ground with a soft sigh. 

He’s at her side in a flash of movement as Mason takes on the thrall, catching her before she falls, and she’s small in his arms and so light that he’s afraid she’ll slip right through them.

“Detective.”

She doesn’t respond. The scent of her blood is heavy on the air, heavier than it was at the bar, and cradling her head, he brushes back her hair to see the wound at her temple, bright and glistening under the streetlight.

A flicker of movement, before Mason arrives at his side, cigarette drooping from his lips. “Shit.”

They need to move - need to get her somewhere safe - but the sight freezes something within him, that tightness in his chest stirring again, hot and clenching. It’s not until Nate calls his name, warm palm firm on his shoulder, voice low and strained with tension, that he returns to himself and begins to move.

The tightness eases, finally, many hours later, when the fae clinician reports that the detective will make a full recovery.

--

Nate notices that something has changed, of course, because he always does - and it’s later in the quiet of their shared living space that he addresses it, warm eyes creased with concern as he meets his gaze, the question in them unmistakable: are you alright?

He glances away, unable to hold the stare, even as he feels the weight of it: expectant, waiting.

“I am fine,” he manages to grit out, the words heavy and leaden on his tongue, before he leaves the room.

[veeteeshirt]

41. Comfort Food for Fi!!

This is late but I will be answering the rest of the asks soon!

Pairing: Adam du Mortain x f!Detective (Fiona Stonehart)

Rating: G

Word Count: ~800

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The first thing that hits Adam’s nose as he enters Fiona’s apartment is the smell of coconut.

He crinkles his nose, but not in outright disgust. Fiona replaced all of her heavily scented candles in exchange for fresh flowers after Adam made a comment about the smell, so the smell comes as more of a surprise for him.

Fiona pops her head from the kitchen, her hair wrangled into a messy ponytail. As soon as their eyes lock she grins at him, the instant warm reaction making his heart clench.

“Oh hey Adam! Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you this soon, I kind of look like a mess right now.”

Adam glances at a large, decorative clock on Fiona’s wall. 6 pm on the dot.

“Our agreed arrangement was 6:00 pm, Fiona.” He doesn’t hold back the smile when she rolls her eyes.

“You know that’s a very funny way to say ‘date’, Adam,” she calls as she swings back around to the kitchen.

Adam crosses the apartment and peers inside, his blonde eyebrows arching high up at the wreckage of the kitchen. There are open cans toppled over, dripping white fluid onto the counter, a cutting board covered in a mound of chopped cilantro and papery onion skins and bits of garlic shoved to a corner of the counter. Fiona bustles around the small space, grabbing spices and giving them a quick shake into the simmering pot on the stove.

When Fiona finally notices him, she glances at the mess and suddenly looks sheepish.

“Don’t mind the mess, cooking stresses me out.” She wipes her hands on the stained, floral apron. “I’m sure you’re about to flip out seeing everything so out of order.”

Her tone has a teasing note to it, which draws an amused chuckle out of him. “Believe me, I’ve long grown used to the sight of one of your messes.”

Fiona laughs at his jab, the tinkling sound filling the entire kitchen. Adam can’t help but watch her, his icy green eyes warming as he lets her joy wash over him.

As the laughs peter out, they take a step towards each other, unable to ignore the magnetic pull that always tugs them close together no matter the situation. Fiona running her fingers up Adam’s arm and curling around his neck causes a shiver to course through him in their trail, a smile lighting her lips as she feels his reaction.

She doesn’t wait before tugging him down for a soft, sweet kiss. Each time, it’s like he’s been lit up by a thousand bulbs from the inside, shining away the dark in the recesses of his mind and his heart. Each time, he’s so amazed that he gets to have this, gets to experience this.

They part with Adam resting his hand on her hip, both smiling openly at each other.

“It’s unusual for you to spend time cooking,” Adam slides his gaze to the pot. Closer inspection shows a bubbling bright orange soup with big hunks of chicken and swirling with slivers of red. “Seeing as you spend most of your money on take out.”

“Take out or clothes, yep!” Fiona hums, rubbing her thumb in slow circles at the base of his neck. “But, no, I got in the mood for coconut curry. It’s like, hm, my comfort food.” Her eyes soften with a touch of sadness. “My favorite nanny growing up made this for me whenever I was sick, or whenever I was sad. And without fail it always made me feel better.”

Worry creases his brow at the new information. “Are you unwell? Or upset?” He checks her over, his gaze turning serious.

Fiona bats away his hands with a snort. “No, Adam, I’m fine, I promise. I mean I got a little sad when I watched a super sad movie earlier today with a dog-”

“Again?”

“Shh, yes again!” Fiona gives his cheek a quick pinch. “No, I’m just making it because I wanted to and it makes me feel warm. And you make me feel warm. It made sense in my head.”

She says it so genuinely that Adam’s heart seizes in his chest. The idea that he could make her feel nearly as warm as the way she makes him feel… 

It’s overwhelming.

“I see.” Adam kisses her forehead and disentangles himself from her. “If you are waiting for the curry to finish then I will clean your mess in the kitchen.”

“Really?” Fiona brightens. “Oh that’s sweet! It’ll give me time to change into something that doesn’t smell like curry then, thank you Adam!” She leans up for one last quick kiss before racing off towards her bedroom, flinging off the apron towards a chair.

Adam smiles, enjoying his own warm feeling listening to her babble about her day as he slides on the apron and marches towards the kitchen to begin cleaning.

[tweedledeestwin]

Personal Traits -

Age: 27 / Height: 5’11″ / Weight: 136lbs

Hair Color: Ebony Black / Hairstyle: Long, straight and layered

Eye Color: Green

Charming vs Intimidating

Impulsive vs Cautious

Sarcastic vs Genuine

Friendly vs Stoic

Easygoing vs Stubborn

Heart vs Mind

Optimist vs Pessimist

Team Player vs Independent

Personal Relationships -

Rebecca: very close relationship, even with the absences.

Bobby: Acquaintance. Don’t really like dealing with him though.

Professional Skills -

People: Tries to find the middle ground. (47%)

Combat: She can hold her own. (43%)

Science/Technology: Knows her stuff and can fix a coffee machine. (64%)

Deduction/Knowledge: Working hard on finding things that aren’t glaringly obvious.(15%)

By the Book vs Bend the Rules

Professional Relationships -

Mayor Friedman: 2

Captain Sung: 4

Team Stats -

Love Interest: Adam Du Mortain is the bane of her existence.

Best Friend(s): She passes notes to both Nate and Felix.

Did M Hold Back the Branch?: She’s sure he did so grudgingly.

What Makes Her Tick-

Tends to bottle her emotions up.

Was a troublemaker when she was younger to get attention.

Eventually stopped skipping school when Rebecca sat her down and had a “talk.”

Matured significantly when she left the people she used to hang out with in High School.

Was tickled pink when she met Tina, and considers her a true friend.

She hates being manipulated, but gives her trust easily.

Can pull an all nighter even if it makes her hate life.

She drinks her coffee black, unless it’s been a hell of a day.

She talks to her electronics.

Sings in both the shower, car, and office when she’s alone. She’s almost tone death.

Goes for runs in the forest because sometimes she feels like she’s stuck in a personal prison.

Works harder to prove to herself she earned something rather than it be handed to her.

Will melt in the heat.

Her car was the first thing she brought with her own money.

Wishes she could get a cat if her apartment would allow it.

On her days off she binges shows on Netflix, usually she’ll fall asleep and wake up on the “Are you still watching ‘Stranger Things’” sign.

She can cook, but can’t bake to save her life, to the last backsale she bought jello.

Thinks she’s recently gone to the hospital an awful lot for a detective, which irks her.

Her favorite snacks are apple chips.

Assumes that people deserve respect no matter how badly they treat her.

@thefictition Your mood board inspired me to do one, thanks for bringing Nicole Ocroti to life!

[stars-and-clouds]

Detective Langford and Agent Adam du Mortain

My detective, Amy Langford, and Adam du Mortain romance moodboard.

Amy is a people driven, science and combat focused detective. She's extremely empathetic, something Adam can learn from and at the same time reign her in when she gives away too much of herself to others.