#adam du mortain/f!detective

[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

[itsmistyeyedbi]

The Detective's BFF being this attuned to them to be the only one that picks up on this is👀👀

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[sewellsheart]

Question! Would your detective(s) still be interested in the opposite sex version of their LI?

[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.

[royaltyontuesdays]

Agent du Mortain you are fooling no one.

[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.

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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.

[0-jloves-0-blog]

Finding out that Bobby's birthday is November 11th is so funny since he is my MC's ex and she is now dating Nate. She just can't leave them scorpio's alone 😩😭

[thelionheartedo3]

for one brief shining moment

summary: With Nate off on royal duties, Elyse takes it upon herself to learn a thing or two in his absence. 

pairing: Nate Sewell x f!Detective; Adam du Mortain x f!Detective

rating: mature

wc: 6.4k

chapter: 6/11

“We’ve no treats for you yet, Majesty,” one of the cooks calls when Ely and Farah have ventured near the counter where the cakes are usually stored.  “Mayhaps we’re looking for something besides treats,” Farah counters, though her grin gives the words no true heat. There’s a whole cluster of noise in response to that, all from chuckles to a harumph, as it seems every member of the kitchen staff has to have a say. Elyse hides her own grin behind her hand as she stifles a giggle.  “When will there be treats for me?” she asks. “At dinner, Majesty.” “Boo,” comes Farah’s reply.

[read on ao3]

[itsmistyeyedbi]

This little moment of them being protective of the MC is so cute man🥹

Look at them!

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[fauville]

welcome to my interactive fiction side blog! my main is @heinrixvancunt. i will follow & like from there.

this blog is 18+ only.

vilna • 20s • she/any • 🏳️‍🌈

links: main blog: @heinrixvancunt • oc blog: @lesbianfenris • ao3 • pinterest • divider credit

writing tag: #vilna writes

WRITING MASTERLIST:

everything is organised from newest to oldest.

♡ = personal favourites

the wayhaven chronicles:

kitty in a lion's den (explicit, f!detective/morgan, 4k words)

finished:

♡ baby, you are my angel (explicit, f!detective/morgan, 6.6k words)

a sight for sore eyes (explicit, f!detective/nate sewell/adam du mortain, 3k words)

piano lessons (mature, f!detective/nat sewell, 1k words)

only one (teens and up, f!detective/ava du mortain, 1.7k words)

windfall (mature, f!detective/f!ub, 4.8k words, 4/4 chapters)

black dress (explicit, f!detective/ava du mortain, 1k words)

say your piece (or let her free) (explicit, f!detective/ava du mortain, 4.6k words)

wip:

the game (mature, f!detective/nate sewell, 856 words, 1/?)

♡ (not) written in the stars (explicit, f!detective/nate sewell/adam du mortain, 13.1k words, 7/12)

♡ sweet dreams (mature, f!detective/ava du mortain, f!detective/nate sewell, 20.1k words, 5/?)

love me something fierce (explicit, f!detective/ava du mortain, 11.6k words, 2/3)

ficlet collections:

fuzzy lop (general, f!detective/nate sewell, kid!fic)

memory book (mature, f!detective/nate sewell)

blood moon:

finished:

good boy (mature, marco/f!mc, 1.7k words)

for you, i will try (teens and up, sergi stolyarchuk/m!mc, 1.2k words)

mind blind:

finished:

♡ unique predicament (explicit, grayson black/m!button, 5k words, 2/2)

multifandom:

ficlet collections:

anthology (nsfw, several pairings)

[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.

[rhetoricalrogue]

I don’t have a title for this, but have some early relationship Astrid/Adam on this Saturday morning. Special guest mention by @asaucyginger’s Fiona because I adore her.

“It was just a scratch.”

Astrid gave Adam the blandest of looks and crossed her arms over her chest. “A scratch from a demon, you mean.”

“And I am still standing.”

She pressed her lips together into a thin line before walking up to him where he was pacing in front of a training dummy, a knife in hand as he practiced his footwork. “Adam, you were nearly cut in half. I saw internal organs no one outside of a medical setting is supposed to see!” She clasped her fingers into the fabric of her blouse, the sight of Adam’s usual plain gray t-shirt blooming with a crimson line before just saturating the fabric - and the ground. And her hands as she desperately yet futilely attempted to staunch the bleeding - red, red, red.

“As if a simple injury could have done me in.” He scoffed and she felt a flash of rage flow through her body at the fact that he very nearly died in her arms for a second time - and a little panicked voice in the back of her head was chirping something about things coming in threes - when he tilted his head. “You were worried about me?”

If she tightened her fingers any more on her blouse sleeves, she would more than likely rip something. “You know I was, Adam.” She tipped her head up to look at him. “I still am.”

He slowly and purposely walked towards her, his palm warm where it cupped her cheek, his fingers sifting in her hair. “I’m here, Astrid.” Oh, there were so few times where he called her by her name and it made her sway towards him, arms uncrossing so she could place her hands on him, feel for herself that the hard planes and lines of him were whole and mended.

His blood had been scalding hot on her skin. Even later, trying to bite back sobs as she worked to scrub it out from under her fingernails and off her cheeks at one of the Facility’s washroom sinks - even bleeding out as he had been, Adam had reached for her. She didn’t know if it had been to offer comfort for her or for himself at that point - she could all but feel the weakening phantom beat of his heart under her hands.

That heartbeat is strong now, sure. It beats under her fingers in a way that comforts her like nothing she could ever describe, like nothing that she had ever expected. She moved closer, an arm wrapping around his waist as she put her head on his shoulder, her other hand trapped between them until she couldn’t tell whose pulse fluttering against it was.

It didn’t matter in the end. Whosever it belonged to was solely Adam’s, although she knew he would argue with her that it belonged to her and only her instead.

Astrid sighed as Adam’s hand slid around and cupped the back of her neck, his fingers brushing against the small hairs there that had escaped her long ponytail. “You should still be resting,” she whispered, pressing her face against his neck. “On the mend or not, this has to hurt.”

He made a noncommittal noise and she felt his cheek resting against the side of her head. “I’ve dealt with worse pains before.”

Astrid held him tighter. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you have to put yourself through pain unnecessarily.”

Adam moved so he could look her in the eye and she knew the expression he wore said he was going to be stubborn about not following doctors’ orders. That was fine, she could dig her heel in with the best of them. “I’m not going to spend an entire day cooped up in my room staring at the ceiling.”

“Well, maybe if you actually decorated, spending time in your room wouldn’t be such an ordeal.” The white walls and sparse furniture had been too much for even her simple decorative style. She was slowly but surely bringing in plants to hang at the window to add a bit of life and adding fabrics that softened the sharper edges of the room. It wasn’t a technicolor transformation, but then again, that wouldn’t have been something that reflected the room’s occupant.

His eyebrow raised. “Perhaps if you were in bed with me, I wouldn’t mind it so much.”

She tipped her head, the way a flush rose up from the neck of his shirt and left the tips of his ears a pale shade of pink endearing. “Let me grab a book or my tablet and we can see what we can do.”

He frowned. “No. I said I was fine.”

“And I say you’re the worst patient ever.”

“I’m not fighting with you about this, Astrid. Leave it be.”

“And I’m not-not fighting with you about this either, go to bed!” She blew out a frustrated breath and looked at the knife in his free hand. It was one of those hard practice rubber ones that she was familiar with. It weighed the same as the real deal, but you didn’t have to worry about slicing your sparring partner to ribbons if you got too into the match.

She glanced at it again. Vampire strength probably would mean it was still a very deadly weapon, blunt edges or no.

“Okay, humor me.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and frowned at him. “If I can disarm you, right here, right now, you and I are going to spend the rest of the day in bed so you can heal.”

“And when I win?”

Astrid’s eyes narrowed at his question. “If you win, I leave your stubborn ass in here so you can be a grump about pulling muscles while training that still need time to heal properly. Just don’t come crying to me when you yank something out of place that wouldn’t have happened had you listened to me and an entire team of hospital staff.”

He made a show of thinking about it before nodding. “Your terms are acceptable. Go grab a weapon, but I’m warning you, just because you were trained by Fiona doesn’t mean that you can best m-”

Whatever Adam was going to say next was lost when Astrid lunged at him, her hands grabbing at the sides of his face to bring their mouths together in a kiss that started out as something more akin to violently smooshing their faces together, teeth bumping almost painfully, but settled into a familiar pressure. Astrid let go of his face to card a hand into the hair he was slowly growing out, her other arm winding over his shoulder to bring him closer. It didn’t take him long to kiss her back, an involuntary groan at the back of his throat rumbling between them.

His hand gripped her hip and there was a clatter of plastic and rubber as he dropped the knife he held in favor of splaying his other hand across her back.

They broke for air, Astrid standing on the tips of her toes to press her forehead against his. “I do believe I’ve disarmed you,” she murmured, kicking the knife away from them.

Adam scowled, but dipped down to kiss her again. “That was cheating.”

“I never stipulated that I would fight you, just that I would disarm you.” Astrid’s eyes sparkled with humor. “Really, you said it yourself, Fiona trained me, and she trained me well.”

“Damned fairy godmothers and their damned loopholes.”

She laughed. “Don’t be such a sore loser!” Reaching down, she grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the training room door. She gasped when he dug his heels in and pulled her back towards him, her back hitting his chest.

“I did not lose,” he told her, lips closing over her earlobe before moving to the side of her neck, the move making her shiver. “You said I would spend the rest of the day in bed. However,” he nosed the collar of her blouse aside and licked a path down where her neck joined her shoulder to bite hard enough she knew she was going to have a mark later. Not that she particularly cared at the moment, her eyes sliding closed and a pleased shiver running down her spine.

“However?” She prompted.

She could feel him smile against her skin. “However, you didn’t stipulate that our stay in my bed would be restful.”

“Now who’s complaining about loopholes?” Astrid turned in his arms and grinned.

“I don’t see anyone complaining.” Now it was his turn to tug her hand towards the door. “I guess fairies have their uses after all.”

[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.