#adam du mortain/f!detective

[dwead-piwate-meggers]

It Seems Like I Should Say, "As Long As This Is Love"

Chapter 5 (1, 2, 3, 4)

Fed up with dealing with her feelings alone, Charlotte begins to write some letters. She doesn’t send them. She can’t send them. But at least she can pretend to tell him how she feels. Spoilers for Book 3.

Adam du Mortain x f!detective rating: t warnings: none Read Chapter 5 on Ao3

tag list: @brightpinkpeppercorn

The Warehouse

Written on Agency Letterhead

Here we are again. Penning the things I can’t (won’t) say to your face. I suppose I should be flattered that you seem to believe that I’m fearless. Are you so wrapped up in yourself that you can’t sense it? Or do I hide it so well that even a vampire can’t tell?

I’m not fearless, Adam. I wish I was. Christ, do I wish I was. It might make all of this easier. I'm not though. I'm scared. So scared. Of so many things. Of being the source of all this trouble for my home. Of watching you and Morgan and Nate and Farah put yourselves on the line for me, again and again. Of having to spend the rest of my life running and fighting just to be free. Life expectancy keeps creeping up - I could live well past 80. I’ve got a lot of fight in me (you know that). I don’t know if I have another 50 years of it.

The day’s going to come that I’m too tired to run or fight anymore. I’m scared of… of being taken again. Of being someone else’s experiment. Of being a tool, a battery. Being used to commit who knows what monstrosities. Of… of all… of that.

And I’m scared of loving you.

I have… Historically, the people I have loved lie to me and leave me. Overtly or by omission, through death or abandonment, I’m lied to and left.

I don’t know if you’ve ever lied to me. I'd like to think you haven’t, that you wouldn’t. But you've hidden things, haven’t you? Sometimes it’s been because of orders. (And we can debate the morality of that another time.) Sometimes, though, sometimes it hasn’t. (I don’t mean your family. That’s personal. That was your right to keep to yourself.) DMB? Trappers? There wasn’t really a reason not to explain those to me, not when I had clearance (I had clearance, didn’t I?) but you wanted to keep that information from me anyway. And maybe that’s not the same as an outright lie, but damn if secrets don’t feel close.

As for death or abandonment…well. Given your functional immortality, I’ve got a feeling for which of the two options is more likely. We sort of live there, don’t we?

C.

[calnexin]

drawing request! wayhaven!alina...perhaps book 4 if you've played...

wayhaven Alina.. that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time

[nreads]

Mishka had an old ask where MC jokingly proposes to N after seeing the warehouse library. Based on that, I thought about an A-mancing detective who is also a bibliophile revealing that they had the same impulse:

MC: You know, N, I nearly asked you to marry me after seeing the warehouse library.

N, smiling: Is that so?

MC: Yes, almost dropped down on one knee and everything.

N laughs and is about to say something before they are interrupted by A

A, shoulders tense, trying to keep their voice casual: You are aware, Agent, that several books in that library are my contribution?

All eyes snap to A. A shifts in their seat, regretting saying anything.

MC, pressing their lips together to suppress a smile, their voice full of amusement anyway: Do you want me to propose to you?

A, with tight voice: Of course not.

MC, F, and M laugh, and even N has to hide a grin, and A's shoulders just keep getting more tense.

F whispers to M: They realise they aren't even in a relationship, right? And they're joking about proposing?

M : They're idiots.

[wayhavenmemes]

Submission Sunday:

[mnasthaii]

see now the theme of soulmates is sprinkled throughout the romances of wayhaven chronicles. the detective can help control m’s pheromones and touch them without causing them pain (something no one else has been able to do), n states that they knew from the moment they met the detective that they were meant for each other, f (who feels like they don't belong anywhere) finds a home in the detective, and a’s shell that they have built up starts to disappear which has been something no one was able to do before (not even unit bravo). furthermore, the temptation of the detective's blood represents their connection to their love interest: they have special blood and vampires drink blood, showing that the detective contains something that the love interest needs to live (both metaphorically and physically). therefore, the detective has an intrinsic and unexplainable connection to their love interest that indicates that they were made for each other since the detective gives them something they have been lacking.

[agentark]

something I really love is how all the LIs pet names for the detective are like....

sweetheart (utter adoration disguised as snark)

my soul, literal light and love of my life

babe!!!!

......Valued Associate.

[blinkvlink]

things i predict will happen in the upcoming books

• the detective will be cage-gassed. (it's physical also i doubt that it's magic so it would work on them)

• Tina/Verda will get kidnapped if they know.

• N will go into the berserk state and hurt detective (im willing to bet my money on that this is book 5 stuff)

• A and M relationship inevitably begins at the end of book 4

• The mayor learns/ already knows the stunt Rebecca has been pulling (Book 4 since Sera has been saying he will have an intense role in book 4)

• Douglas will go rogue if you are hard on him enough

• Aunt big baddie reveal either at the end of book 4 or in the middle of book 5

• book 6 has no direct villain and is more so focused on picking up the pieces of whatever the fuck is gonna happen in book 5

• murphy will come back by attacking the detective if he escaped in the first book

• book 7 is like an endgame event where everyone the detective won over as allies (maa-luse, sin etc) comes back to fight the supernatural rogues.

• rook will make an appearence one way or another.

• rebecca will not die but will get very hurt (book 5)

• F will get kidnapped in book 5 (there is this ask where someone asks sera what would each UB member would tell to past version of themselves about their romance with the detective and F says 'They came for you')

• Drinking the detective's blood thing will happen as a last resort after the LI takes a mortal wound from the aunt big baddie. (book 5)

• If your relationship with bobby is good, A's route will use this factor the most and the detective will have the choice to get closer with Bobby while A foams at the mouth in the background.

• M's crystal is going to be broken by a villain (maybe book 5) and theu will go delulu for a while as they regain their memories.

• Douglas will hurt the mayor bad in an argument they have if he is a supernatura

• If Auntie exists, her name will be either choosable or just the whitest name you can imagine

• ending of the LT (who you will be sticking permanently with will be at the end of book 4 OR towards the end of book 5

•In book 5, LT, A's and M's routes will take a back seat when it comes to angst while F and N's will get worse.

• Alima (the girl thats in love with M) will come up to the detective and be like 'leave them while you can before they hurt you' ORRR 'whats so special about you? why didn't they want me but they want you?' OR BOTH before M shows up and goes 'go the fuck away' and has a fight with her.

• A's love confession will be right before the offical relationship starts. So like they will go 'I LOVE YOU!!!' and then, like maybe a few chapters later or right after it will be offical

this is it for now. i will add as i come up with more.

[0-jloves-0-blog]

Knowing rebecca her ass probably lying about everything under the sun. Her name probably not even rebecca. She'd tell the detective that the sky is green if she could.

"I felt like it wasn't an important statement to know😁" and the important statement in question is her lying about when the detective's actual birthday is.

[royaltyontuesdays]

Agent du Mortain you are fooling no one.

[robinsfilm]

WE ARE STARS (NEVER COMING BACK AGAIN)

PAIRING: a. du mortain ✗ gn!reader (gn!detective) ;

SYNOPSIS: adam du mortain and the terrifying nature of longing or author has only played the a du mortain route and now is suffering the consequences ;

WARNINGS: mild gore imagery and religious symbolisms, description of self sabotage and self hatred, self deprecating language;

NOTES: trying something new and dipping my toes in a different fandom. writing this was very fun, despite the angsty feel of it. i tried to write this in novlr, it was okay. cross posted on my AO3.

WORD COUNT: 0.8k.

── .✦ MASTERLIST ; NAVIGATION.

THE FOREST OUTSIDE OF THE STAINED WINDOW RESTS QUIETLY TONIGHT. Not a single sound rings out in the warehouse. Adam’s eyes stay locked onto the glass. The different colors bleed into each other as his gaze bores into them, a quiet sort of desperation clinging to every edge of the fractured light.

Despite the silence, his mind cannot find rest. Thoughts creep in, insidious, filling every corner of his mind. Thoughts of you. How can one person invade another so completely? You’ve bewitched him, there’s no other explanation. Your infuriating smile, your ridiculous jokes—

We can burn forever (never coming back again, never coming back again)

Before we're gone (never coming back again, never coming back again)

His throat tightens as warmth invades him, uninvited. He hates that he seeks out your voice, your gaze. And yet, he craves it. Craves the way your eyes find his in a crowd, as if you see him, really see him.

“Maybe it’ll grow on you.”

“Like a tumor, you mean?”

He can still hear your voice from that day at the diner, your laughter so close to his. The sun was drenching you in gold, framing you in a halo of light. He can’t tell if it was the sun warming his skin or if it was you.

And in that light, you were something otherworldly, untouchable. A saint, and he—what was he? A sinner. A broken thing gazing up at something far too good for him. You, a creature of unwavering hope, of impossible strength. His chest aches because he can’t reach for you. You pull him closer, but he resists. He can’t—won’t—bring the darkness he carries into your light. He’s terrified that if he does, your brightness will expose everything. It’ll show him for what he truly is—leave him bare, stripped of his defenses.

“This shouldn’t be your life. You deserve…” He swallows, the words catching in his throat. “You deserve more.”

You deserve more than him.

The memory of your skin, bruised and broken, haunts him. The cuts on your arms that he yearns to heal with his hands, with his lips. There’s something delicate in it—a sweetness so fierce it threatens to consume him whole. The feeling is like a vice around his throat, choking him with need. He wants to be closer, to merge with you, because some part of him knows—you would fit perfectly. But it’s a violent kind of love, tangled in pain. Loving you is a barbed wire wrapped tight around his neck; it’s the only thing that keeps him breathing, but it’s also what strangles him. He wishes he could unravel himself in front of you, strip away his defenses, stand naked before your candlelight and not even flinch.

I remember you

You look like forever

But he can’t. He can’t let you see him for what he is. He can’t love you the way he wants to, the way you deserve. His love feels like a curse, like a blade pressed to your skin. It’s poison, something that’ll rot you from the inside out. How can he let you carry that?

You make it impossible for him to turn away, though. You beg him—without words, without sound—just with the way you look at him. He knows you’re asking for something he can’t give. You want to believe this is right. You want him to tell you it’s okay to love him back. But how can he promise that when he’s certain he’ll ruin you? How can he believe that your love will survive after you see what he truly is?

“I don’t think you’re a monster, Adam.”

“Maybe you should.”

Run so fast

Run through the weather

He knows he should hate the way you look at him. The way your face lights up when you see him. It makes him feel—just for a moment—like he’s something worth looking at, like he’s someone’s hope, someone’s person. It makes him feel wanted. But he doesn’t deserve that.

A hundred days, you're my man

Of bright light, away, away, hey!

His body betrays him. He wants to run to you, to close the distance between you both, because you—you are his hope. You’re his home, the altar he kneels at. You make him want things he’s long denied himself. You make him believe it’s possible to crave something good, something pure. He can feel his walls collapsing, his defenses crumbling to dust as he reaches for you. You promise you won’t burn him, but can he trust it? Can he trust you with what’s left of him?

I want a hundred days

Of bright light, hey, hey, away!

His eyes remain locked on your figure through the stained glass. The sunlight pours over you like it did that day, and it feels almost as if he could touch it, touch you. His fingers graze the glass, the warmth bleeding through. So close, but never close enough. He presses harder, desperate to feel you, to reach you.

Away, away, hey!

Away, away, hey!

The sun’s warmth is on his fingertips, but he knows it’ll never be enough.

© ROBINSFILM ﹕ I do not give consent for my writing to be posted or used on any other platforms without my permission and proper credit.

[zennyshoneybunch]

Adam du Mortain x F!Detective

Disclamer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to The Wayhaven Chronicles, an amazing interactive fiction game from #seraphinitegames. If you don't know it yet and enjoy well-written romance games, I advise you to take a look.

This is just a drabble of an idea that popped into my head during lunch time. Fluff. May contain personality/traits spoilers if you haven't read Adam's route yet.

Wordcount: 866

After everything that's happened you'd think staying in the same room as Adam would have little effect on you by now. But that is not the case. As we wait in silence for the rest of the team to join us I wonder if my living room has become even smaller since the last time I sat here. The tension and heat in the air is sizzling, merely from being in the same confined space together.

I steal a glance at Adam, standing with his muscular back to me, arms crossed as he looks intently out the window. I could never understand what he finds that is so appealing outside or if he's just always in surveillance mode. For a moment I think I caught his eyes in the glass’s reflection, but I am probably just hallucinating at this point. 

I force my eyes away from the man that owns my heart and my every thought to look back at the folder in front of me. Stifling a sigh I reach for the pen, when I catch movement from the corner of my eye, a shadow crawling on my coffee table, creeping closer and closer. I slowly look at my side and there it is. Its eight furry legs carry it a few inches closer yet before stopping, as if taunting me. 

My body paralyzes for a moment, my mind freezing at the mere sight of the horrible threat, before my legs are forced into action by springing me up and away from the table. 

The movement as well as the sound of my fumbling legs scattering me away brings Adam's attention to me. In less than two seconds he's already next to me. Not that it would take him much longer than that to cross from one side to the other of my entire apartment, even if he wasn't a super fast vampire. 

“What is wrong?” 

The obvious concern in his voice, no doubt resulting from what I can only guess is my terrified expression, makes me feel even more pathetic about the whole situation. Nevertheless I point a finger at the disgusting creature. 

“Can you… can you get rid of that, please?”

His eyes follow the direction I'm pointing at, his eyebrows lifting slightly as they land on the goddamn thing. It takes him a beat to react, but clearing his throat he walks up to the table with ease. 

“Should I kill it or set it free outside would suffice?”

My brain immediately screams for the first option, but noticing the tinge of amusement in his voice I settle for the latter. 

“Just get it away from me.”

I can't see the look on his face, but there's the slightest shake on his shoulders before he leans down to scoop the beast from the table’s surface with his bare hands - which I'm not embarrassed to admit drew a gasp from me, goosebumps erupting all over my skin at me mere thought of touching that thing. 

Adam proceeds to move to the window to dispose of it outside. Once he closes the window I realize I was holding my breath and I sigh in relief. Adam keeps staring at me with a strange tightness in his expression, as though he's trying not to smile. 

“What?” I ask, my embarrassment making me sound more defensive than I'd like to admit. 

He shrugs, eyes downcast as he slowly walks closer to me. “Nothing.”

“Well, your face doesn't exactly say ‘nothing’.”

He lets out a breath that sounds a lot like an amused huff before raising his gaze back to me.

“If you must know, I was thinking that you are the bravest, strongest woman I have ever met. And I would never have expected you to be scared of a tiny spider.”

There’s a shadow of a smile on his lips and it only makes me feel more flustered, heat flushing to my cheeks. 

“Hey! First of all, that thing was not tiny in the slightest!” 

My outburst makes his smile grow wider, the breathtakingly cute dimples appearing with the sole purpose of making my mind go blank and my heart race. It still amazes me how one single smile from this man holds this kind of power over me. And now I'm flustered for a whole different reason. 

“And… it's not fear, it's disgust.”, my voice decreases in intensity as I avert my gaze, ending in barely more than a mumble. The lighthearted chuckle brings my attention back to him, his expression is soft and his demeanor relaxed. 

“Well, then I stand and correct it, Detective.” 

The tenderness in his voice and the hidden emotion behind his eyes pull at my heartstrings, bringing back those shreds of hope I am always pushing back. We don't look away from each other, instead we smile as our obvious unspoken feelings hang around us. And it's not until we hear familiar voices growing closer that our bubble bursts and we reluctantly move away, back to our previous spots. But this time, as I look at where Adam stands by the window, I am sure I can see his beautiful green eyes looking back at me through the reflection.

✨✨✨✨✨

For this man I don't mind being a 🤡

[violetlunette]

So, I recently got back into The Wayhaven Chronicles—A CYOA text adventure story for those not in the know—and was curious about thoughts other people have on some of the major choices.

[wayhavenmemes]

The MC can be powerful but they're not the most powerful.

Comic by: Srgrafo

[neoendydy]

gremlin activities interrupted by boyfriend Commanding agent almost dying

saving sanja in book2

[avadmortain]

honestly….. when i first read book 3 i truly thought the handler was going to kidnap the RO to fuck with the detective’s head instead of tapeesa/ vieno…… and i TRULY believe that that would have been such a better storyline like flip the script have the detective worry and go insane over the ROs for a change!! & imagine the reunion scenes 👀👀👀👀

[captiveinwayhaven]

I found my stash of screenshots from the last playthrough of twc and I'm screaming again