#the wayhaven chronicles fanfic

[lorirwritesfanfic]

MissK's Kinktober 2021 masterlist

Oh, look! My ability to write porn has reached other fandoms 😁

Day 1. The Wayhaven Chronicles: Good Manners | Nate Sewell x Stella Lovejoy

Day 2. The Crown and The Flame: Hide and Seek | Raydan Lykel x Kenna Rys

Day 5. Perfect Match: Toys With Miraculous Healing Effects | M!Hayden Young x Natasha Park

Day 6. Love Island The Game: Levi x Jane Abrams

Day 10. Lovelink: Ryan Byrne x Sarah Eklund

Day 11. Open Heart: Rafael Aveiro x Evelyn Bennington

Day 12. The Baller: Brody Easton x Delilah Maddox

Day 15. Desire and Decorum: Annabelle Parsons x Veronica Dantas

Day 20. Love Island The Game: Lucas Koh x Rosalie Brown

Day 22. Ride or Die: Logan x Carla Mendoza

Day 24. Finding Master Right: Banner Jennings x Kate Jennings

Day 27. The Royal Romance: Liam Rys x Jade Bourbon-Rys

Day 29. Bloodbound: Jax Matsuo x Samantha Holden

Day 31. Desire and Decorum: Prince Hamid x Daphne Wang

[magesmiths]

Regency AU: let your heart be your guide

Chapter two: say we'll go slow but we never do

word count: 1,759

Read on AO3 / Chapter 1

Dearest Miss Sewell,

I trust you arrived safely in Bath, though I have yet to hear from you. One can only assume you have spent the past fortnight absorbed in a particularly good book, though I fail to see why that should stop you from fulfilling your promise, I quote, of writing me upon your arrival.

Little has occurred in London since your departure. I look forward to returning to the country soon. Your presence would be welcome.

I hope it is not too much of a task to assure your oldest friend of your continued safety.

Faithfully,

Ava du Mortain

---

My Dearest Ava,

I do apologise for not writing you sooner, Bath has been a more delightful experience thus far than I had anticipated. That is, however, no excuse for my lack of correspondence.

It is a beautiful city, more so than I had remembered. I feel as though I am seeing it through a new set of eyes. And perhaps I am.

In truth, I have written multiple letters. I find myself in raptures and pen lengthy prose that should be seen by none. My dear friend, how can I express to you the past weeks with merely my own words? I cannot do them justice and will spare you the overtures when I know you would rather I get to the point.

I would be more than happy to join you in the country once the season in London is over. I expect to be back in a fortnight, I look forward to being in your company again.

Yours,

Nat

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Lottie wakes even before the sun the next morning. The anticipation is too much to sleep through, irresistible are the thoughts that feel as though they breathe life into her, all centred on one person.

She had oft considered her lack of interest in the men, wondered why she would rather watch her acquaintances than fawn over the latest potential suitor with them. It had become clearer to her over time, and startlingly obvious when her friendship with one seemed to transcend that which was appropriate for two women. Not - she remembers with a wry smile - that that had gone anywhere beyond a few careful touches of hands and shy, prolonged smiles before the friend was whisked away by matrimony.

No, it was not quite a surprise to her then to meet Miss Sewell and feel the way she did. The only shock had been the fervour with which her affection grows, like ivy crawling through her veins and becoming a part of her. She considers for a moment if that is too sinister a simile, too aggressive for that which makes her feel as though she could fly. And yet it is apt. For ivy is evergreen, it holds with vigour. Ivy is immortal.

(If Lottie were a more pragmatic woman, if perhaps she knew how to hold back a little, if there was a piece of her heart she did not give so willingly; she might protect herself more. She might be able to foresee danger in what she pursues, might even feel this proclamation comes a little too soon after their first meeting. Alas, she could not be herself if she did. If for a moment she concerned herself with feeling too much too soon, she reminded herself of friends who had professed their love for men they had scarcely met and those ended in marriages. No, if anything, the force of her feelings and the taboo nature of them assured her of her own curiosity. These feelings were something and she had to know what it could mean — what it could be.)

When finally, finally, the sun rises and the day can begin, Lottie is beyond having patience. The morning drags, her brother and aunt can provide no relief with their chatter and gossip. She joins in where she can, playing the dutiful, entertaining sister and niece, but a pair of brown eyes continue to occupy her thoughts.

“Charlotte.”

Lottie’s nose wrinkles at the use of her full name as she turns her attention to her aunt. She’s met with two admonishing looks, though her brother’s is more amused than irritated.

“I asked you a question, dear.”

“I apologise, Aunt. What was it you asked?”

Anne sighs and takes a long sip of her tea, watching Lottie over the teacup with narrowed eyes. Lottie’s jaw clenches, but she doesn’t break eye contact. Her aunt’s glare has long stopped having its desired effect.

“I asked if we should be expecting any suitors of yours.”

“Suitors?”

“Yes, dear. A man. One who might finally marry you, burden though it might be.”

“Aunt!” John’s face has always shown every emotion. The shock is in the way his eyebrows are raised, the lines on his forehead prominent, his mouth slightly ajar.

Lottie almost smiles at his shock, he has not needed to learn to delicately hide those emotions when one is being insulted so blatantly. At 25, she barely flinches anymore.

“Well I should hardly be privy to that information. Why would a man inform a woman of his intentions?” Lottie has not needed her brother’s protection from their aunt in years, knows that the only way to silence her is to be just as disrespectful. She stands, folding her napkin and sets it on the table. Her gaze flicks down over the older woman’s attire. “However, if your concern is about looking presentable for the day, Aunt, I’m sure you needn’t concern yourself.”

Her aunt hardly reacts to her words, merely raising an eyebrow and stating, “if you cannot find one yourself, I shall simply find a husband for you, Charlotte.”

Lottie gives a tight smile, bows her head and leaves the room before the other two can say anything more.

The journey to the library, one that should be filled with excitement and anticipation, is marred by the memory of her aunt’s words. The threat of a husband looms, an unknown darkness hanging over her life, her future. Thus far Lottie has been afforded freedoms many of her friends had not, and the good will of her brother kept her protected. But her aunt’s near constant presence these past two years had changed that.

This was not the first time Aunt Anne’s impatience and Lottie’s reluctance (or impertinence as her aunt was fond of calling it) regarding marriage came to a head. Her recent birthday, however, had brought with it a determination. It seemed 25 years may be her aunt’s limit.

Dread seeps in, settling itself in her mind. Seeing Miss Sewell no longer seems like a good idea — what good is any pretence of happiness? — and she almost resolves herself to tell the driver to turn around when the carriage comes to a stop and he announces they have arrived.

Lottie stares at her hands for a moment, clenched together. She can feel her nails pressing small crescent moons into her skin, focuses on that feeling and takes a deep breath. The door opens.

“Miss Fitzwilliam?”

The soft call of her name has Lottie raising her head and seeing the eyes that have featured prominently in her mind for the past two weeks.

And it’s as if her worries melt away upon meeting them again.

“Miss Sewell.” It seems impossible for her name to pass her lips without smiling as she says them. Miss Sewell’s own lips curve upwards in response and a moment passes where they speak no words.

She could not put it to words if asked to describe what it is that passes between them, what feeling it is that settles over her. She knows only that it embraces her, unfamiliar yet distinctly Miss Sewell. Whatever this pull may be, finding out is the only thing she can think of.

“Shall we?”

Miss Sewell gestures to the doorway in front of them and they fall into step next to one another. Their arms brush against one another as they walk, just briefly, barely touching, but enough that Lottie feels a shiver run down her arm afterwards. An accident, or so it might appear, it is hard to tell but regardless, it is another few moments before she can force words from her lips.

“Are you looking for a particular book, Miss Sewell?”

“No, not especially. I find there is no place quite so enjoyable as a library, and I am devoid of my own here in Bath. I thought it might be a pleasant way to pass time in your company.”

“You have your own library at home?”

Miss Sewell smiles down at her. “Oh yes. I have spent quite some time cultivating it.” There is a pause, Miss Sewell’s eyes seem to search her face and Lottie can feel herself warming under her gaze. “You should see it some time, I think you would like it.”

She feels brave, looking into those eyes. “I’m sure I should like anything if it were in your company, Miss Sewell.”

A risk. Only a small one; easy to ignore or misinterpret. A whisper in the wind, thrown out, willing to be caught in sails and brought safely to shore. Lottie feels her heart hammer against her chest as she waits.

They pause in front of bookshelves, not quite so close that they are touching, but near enough that Lottie can feel the warmth emanating from Miss Sewell. Or at least, she fancies that she can, and hopes that in return Miss Sewell can sense her own happiness in their proximity.

“Now we have at least a little more privacy,” her voice is but a murmur, low and for Lottie alone, “could you afford me the privilege of calling me by my name? At least for today. I do tire of ‘Miss Sewell’.”

Lottie feels a smile pull at her lips, hope fluttering within her. “Natalie, then?”

“Nat. If you will.”

“Nat.” Her eyes flick up towards the woman and the smile grows into a grin, matching the one on her companion’s face. “It suits you.” She turns back to look at the books on the shelf, reaching a hand towards them, fingers skirting over the spines as though pondering the titles, though she could not tell you their names if asked. “You could call me Lottie. If you would like.”

There is no immediate acknowledgement of what she has said, but then she hears the soft whisper of her name and she has to close her eyes, basking in the moment.

This, she thinks, this is everything.

[arcaneraven]

A good book vs the love of a detective.

M detective x Nate Sewell

Summary: A simple cliché book date.

Word count: 1k

(Please excuse this. My romance writing is cliché, sappy and fluffy. This is 100% a self-indulgence piece for valentines.)

The welcoming aroma of old books perfumed the air. Lines of bookshelves obscured the room’s walls and even floor. It was a bookworm’s paradise. This second-hand bookshop had it all… But despite the numerous titles that called my name, my attention fell onto one I had explored hundreds of times. Nate. For once I found my hands tangled around Nate’s in a need to express my love and companionship, rather than seeking out comfort or for a distraction from the strangulating stress and anxiety the past few months brought. We could finally breathe. We could finally breathe together. We could breathe at a calm and peaceful rate without having to constantly look over our shoulders. The only catalyst for my heart pumping at an exhilarating rate was the man that stood beside me. It was a welcome change, a small moment I will never take for granted.

I must had zoned out lost in admiration for the simple time to not realise how Nate looked down at me with a quizzical look. “Everything all right Detective? I should have known it’s too old-fashioned is it not.” He sighed looking down at his feet, there he went again putting too much pressure on himself to make everything perfect. I sighed and brought my tattooed hand to his cheek, where he immediately sank into its warmth, his own warmth melting my cheeks into darker brown hues.

“It’s perfect, Vampire Shakespeare,” I hummed, my fingers now tracing his stubble line. The odd petname smoothed out his worried pinched eyebrows. His eyes closed against my touch, he lifted his own hand and placed it over my own.

“’My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee. The more I have, for both are infinite.’ Act 2, scene 2, 146.”  Nate’s voice sighed; it was huskier than normal. Whilst I would love to tease him for his cheesiness, I could not help but feel enraptured by his words. Silence had never felt so good, hand in hand, my head resting on his shoulder our heart beats did the talking as we fell victim once again to each other’s presence.

I went to open my grey eyes to continue the romantic affair, but instead of trailing to the face I knew so well, they widened as the book’s calls became unbearable. “No way.” My words fell out before I could stop them. The vampire cocked his head to the side “what is the matter love?”

“Wizard of Earthsea first edition, book one of a classic trilogy written by—“

“Ursula Le Guin, 1968!” Nate chimed in reluctantly untangling himself from my embrace. The pair of us reached out to drag the book from its paper prison surrounded by various mismatched novels; our fingers brushing as we pulled the tomb down with gentle ease. As the book slowly was pulled out the shelf, unbeknownst to ourselves it was holding the rest of the tightly packed books aline.

Nate’s eyes widened as panic overcame him, valuing the books over his supernatural secret. With inhuman reflexes he leapt forwards, gathering all the antique books in his arms before they met their planned demise of colliding with the uneven wooden floor.

By the time he had caught the precious tombs I had only just managed to slip out a pained gasp of shock, the Wizard of Earthsea book clutched safely in my arms.

“Stercore, merda, cachu!” Nate took a ragged breath, the colourful words dripped out his mouth in every language, alive and dead, as he hugged the books with as much care, as he held me moments before. Eventually his breath calmed down. Our eyes met once again, painting the same image of relief and guilt. “For a second time in my life. I am glad to be a Dens Homo Sapien.” (Scientific term for Vampire.)

“The first time being?” I arched a brow, it always seemed Nate wanted to escape his fanged reality. Nate sauntered closer to me and placed his forehead against my own. His dark brown eyes as lush as the dark browns of a mysterious forest lulling me into a trance. “It should be obvious detective.”

“I’m not sure. Increased speed, strength, senses, healing, ability to see in the dark, immortality. They all seem like equal skills to be glad of. “

“I thought you were a detective,” Nate sighed.

“Ah sorry, I missed out on having pointy fangs! I know I very much appreciate them.”

“Not nearly as much as I appreciate you.”

I was about to topple under his words. With my heart hammering at a thousand beats per second; I span around to the back of him, and gently pushed him towards the centre of the shop. Directly towards a welcoming set of beanbags.

 “Alright Vampire Shakespeare at least let me have a comfortable place to perish under your words.” I tutted, speed walking ahead and launching myself into the inviting beanbags. The seat immediately sinking around every limb of mine, the plush fabric framing my form which Nate examined with a warm intimate smile.  

“I would rather you did not joke about your early demise so carefreely detective.” His words were genuine and sincere, earning a well-deserved eyeroll.

I am not sure when it happened, but as I found myself lost within the pages, the seat of choice had been replaced by Nate’s stomach. He casually ran his fingers through my curly dark brown locks, an unusual frown had taken hold of his features gaining my attention.

“Natey?”

“You are too cruel. How can one choose between these stories or making new ones?”

My book closed, and was gently placed beside me, Nate’s book of choice soon joined mine, cover closed…

A new chapter burst to life, a new favourite of ours. The author being our lips eagerly writing new paragraphs of an old romance series I hope never ends.

(Again i’m so sorry my writing is so rough! Romance really isn’t my thing I just was in the mood hahaha.)

[thekrazykeke]

Title: A Mother’s Prayer

Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles

Game(s): The Wayhaven Chronicles Book 1 & Book 2. 

Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hB_iYniHrCw

Summary: Children begin by loving their parents. Then they judge them. Rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.

Warning(s): Spoilers for the Book 3 Demo (not a lot though), angst, feels.

I still don’t really agree with Rebecca and her choices that led to her pretty much abandoning her kid, and a majority of my characters in-game don’t either, though a couple are willing to work with her strictly professionally or just flat out ignore her existence, because karma lol. 

Umm, this fic is mainly about Rebecca’s feelings during Book 3 Demo, when my male character, Rahsaan Holt, continues to reject her offers of reconciliation. There will be other fics of my own theories and headcanons of their life before it all went to crap, etc. 

I will be writing more in this fandom, not just with Rahsaan Holt, but my other Detectives too.

Anyway! If you liked and enjoyed this, want to see more content, please spread the word by liking, reblogs, comments, etc <333

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“I gave you so many chances over the years, Ma...”

...Oh. 

Rebecca knew it. 

Knew that this would be the response that she’d receive the minute the request, the plea, left her mouth. 

And yet, still... 

Still, she couldn’t help herself. 

Perhaps she’s becoming something of a masochist as every attempt to get closer to Rahsaan, to try and be his rock, his guide, anything, has been rebuffed each and every time. 

The sight of him sitting at his desk, fist propped underneath his chin and glaring at her... It’s almost too much. There’s such judgement in that dark green gaze, disgust, and beneath everything, deep seeded hurt. Resentment where there used to be adoration and childish awe. 

‘But what do you expect when you’ve only stood on the very fringes of his life for over two decades’ Her mind chimes in, laying out the cold hard facts. Logic doesn’t help anything though and she can feel her face becoming hot, though blessedly, her complexion doesn’t really allow for that tell; a mix of embarrassment and shame causing a riot in her brain and body. Turning on a dime, she discreetly swiped at the tear as it rolled down her cheek. 

Hand on the knob, she doesn’t look back, can’t. “Just know that I’ll always be here if you need me.” And then she exits her son’s office before he can throw more vitriol in her direction, deserved as it is. Leaning against the door, she closes her eyes and attempts to collect herself further. 

‘Breathe, Rebecca, breathe.’

Minutes pass and once she’s certain her composure won’t crumple again, does she walk down the hall. Gaze trained pointedly forward, she does not acknowledge Tina Poname or Solomon Verda, the duo undoubtedly on their way to talk to her son, disturb him from getting some much needed rest, the bags underneath his eyes have eyebags, but she keeps walking until she passes the desk where Douglas Friedman is casually playing a game on his phone, lost to the rest of the world.

Rebecca’s gait is calm, unhurried, as she walked out the doors of the police station. Her shoulders are squared and her spine is straight as she walks to her car with quick, brisk steps. But once she’s inside, the doors are locked, she leans her head against the steering wheel, the sting of tears heavy against her eyelashes, and she just breathes. 

In, out. In, out. 

No one is around to see as quiet tears trickle through her fingers and sting her thighs. No one is around to hear the quiet hitch of her breath and see her shuddering shoulders. 

This is the only way she can permit herself to be human. 

[twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for]

Mortality - Mason

Part 2 of my Mortality series. I was going to hold off on doing Mason’s but I can’t manage it, he’s my absolute favorite. 

Would love to hear your thoughts on it :)

You can read Adam’s here

Dinah was in her absolute favorite place in the world, in the arms of her moody boyfriend. The lights were dimmed for their mutual benefit, so that she could see and so that he wasn’t in pain the whole time they were together. She lay atop him fully, enjoying not worrying about crushing him with her weight thanks to him not being human and listened happily to the beat of his heart while he lazily tried to braid her long, strawberry-blonde hair. 

It was another night in the warehouse where she had a nightmare, but she really couldn’t say she minded if she were rewarded with this. Mason pretended to be huffy, as he always did, when she had the absolute audacity to ask if she could stay with him and snuggle. 

“What do I look like? A body pillow?” he replied gruffy, all the while easing himself into a laying position with his arms open for her to crawl into. 

“Maybe you do, you know, if I squint.” she had responded. 

He scoffed at that.

And then here they were. 

Between the panic from the nightmare and the joy of spending quality time with Mason, she really didn’t know how she expected herself to go back to sleep. It had taken a lot of really hard work to get Mason to get to the point where he accepted more... wholesome time together and she wanted to be awake for every minute of it for the rest of her life. 

Her eyes opened at that thought. The rest of her life... how much did she had left in comparison to his forever? No, she shouldn’t dwell on it. She knew she shouldn’t. It would kill her mood.

Mason spoke as he felt her blink against his chest.

“I believe humans are supposed to be sleeping right now. Or at least doing a very poor job of pretending to.” 

Human. Mortal. Finite. 

“Ha-” her sentence began as she angled her face to look at him, but was immediately interrupted as one of the hands that had been playing in her hair covered her eyes. 

“Shhhh.... lights out. I am not going to be the one blamed in the morning by Adam when you’re not at your absolute best in the morning because you stayed up.” 

Dinah could hear the smirk in his voice, the meaning evident, as he added “Well, not without a very good reason to have kept you up, anyways.” 

She knew that prying Mason’s hands off her face would be impossible, what with him being a vampire and her not being strong even by human standard, so she did the only thing she could think of. 

She poked her tongue out and got his hand with it. 

“Agh,” he exclaimed as he released his hand in surprise at the action. 

Dinah pounced before he could say anything more inappropriate.

“Have you ever thought about doing it?” she blurted out and immediately regretted as she had meant ask a better, more thorough, question but she was too eager to get a word in before he could.

His eyebrows raised at that and his ever-present smirk took it’s usual place on his pretty face.

“As a matter of fact, I have. Beyond that actually, I’ve actually done it. And with astonishing little persuasion from a certain someone, I could be very ready to do it agai-”

“Ew, not that!” Dinah exclaimed as she propped herself into a sitting position in his lap. 

If the heat on her face weren’t enough, he had that... glowy look about him as he did whenever he had successfully made her flustered to tell her that she was the brightest of reds. 

“Ew?” he asked with false offense. 

He propped himself into a sitting position as well, Dinah unmoving, as he placed his hands on her hips and brought his mouth to the usual spot on her neck. The spot where the pale scar from Dr. Murphy lived.

He placed a quick kiss to it and then said: “That’s funny, sweetheart, that’s almost the exact opposite of what you were saying the other nigh-”

“Would you turn me into a vampire?”

He backed away from her neck so quickly at that she feared that he would push her away altogether. 

“What?” 

All playfulness had left his face and tone. 

Stretching her arms out and lacing her fingers being his neck, she took on a gentle tone- one that always disarmed him.

“I was just thinking about it, you know, how much it sucks that my mortality could separate us at any moment. I have such a large target on my back with my blood being what it is.”

Another scoff came out of him. 

“I’m serious!” she exclaimed, at least Mason’s version of an exclamation. She really didn’t want to assault his senses and pelt him with questions at the same time.

“Seriously out of your mind if you think Adam would sign off on you dying, you mean.”

Dinah ignored such a ridiculous response with, “I could get sick.”

Mason rolled his eyes at that one.

“I’d like to see a supernatural try and get you sick since it’s impossible. And for your silly human illnesses, we have doctors and healers.”

“Fine, I’m gonna get really old and gross some day.”

His eyebrows raise. 

“Three things about that: you’re tragically beautiful and destined to age well, that would take a very long time, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little curious as to what it would be like to sleep with a woman that ages like wine. I’ve ever done it with an ol-”

Swiftly ignoring the “beautiful” remark, Dinah let go of his neck and slipped out of his lap without an ounce of grace. 

“You’re impossible!” she said with a glare as soon as she balanced herself and smoothed out her clothes. 

He did nothing more than look at her. 

With that, she stomped in a way that he would not admit was cute to the door. Putting on her very best angry face, hand placed on the handle of the door, she looked back at him. Graciously giving him one more chance to take this conversation seriously. 

He did not take it. 

“Love you,” he said- followed by making two air kisses in her direction.

“Ugh!” she groaned and did the most polite door slam Mason had ever seen. 

As soon as the door clicked, he speedily reached for a cigarette and lit it. He took a very long drag on it, exhaling a large plume of smoke. He ignored that his hand shook. 

As much as she was angry at him, he was almost equally as angry at her. What kind of question was that? Every day he was reminded by Adam of her mortality. Every time a supernatural so much as looked at her, he was aware of her mortality. The mark that scarred her neck would forever remind him of her mortality.

The cigarette aided as sufficiently as it could to subdue his anxiety... his feelings.

In that moment he wished he were more like Nate... honest with complicated feelings that Mason wasn’t accustomed to. What he wouldn’t give to tell Dinah that she was the only love he’ll ever know for the rest of forever and that he really couldn’t stomach focusing on the fact that every day was a new day he could lose her. How easily he could lose the feeling of being alive that she gifted to him, asking for nothing in return. 

“I would,” he answered to a question she had asked now that nobody was around to hear it. 

He became aware of his phone pinging and had two notifications. 

One message was from Nate, some kind of gibberish expressing how Mason really shouldn’t upset their Detective so much and should apologize. 

The other was from Dinah.

I’m gonna haunt you for eternity 

He smiled at the words, something that would irritate her greatly if she knew. While he knew she was just trying to jab him one more time to encourage the continuation of their conversation, he took them differently than she intended. 

She would haunt him for eternity, in the best of ways. He had never been more pleased with a threat.

Go to bed, sweetheart 

He messaged back. 

A swift reply came immediately 

>:(

And with a chuckle, he closed the phone.

[rose-court-art]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles (Interactive Fiction) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Detective/Nathaniel "Nate" Sewell Characters: Nathaniel "Nate" Sewell, Adam du Mortain, Female Detective (The Wayhaven Chronicles), Ethan Murphy, Felix Hauville, Mason (The Wayhaven Chronicles), Tina Poname, Rebecca (The Wayhaven Chronicles), Mayor Friedman

Summary:

   'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems        In a place that perhaps you've seen in your dreams.        For the story that you are about to be told        Began with the holiday worlds of old.        Now, you've probably wondered where holidays come from.        If you haven't, I'd say it's time you begun.

It's the Nightmare Before Christmas AU!!!

Just in time for Halloween and Christmas!!

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Good Manners

Author's note: Congrats to me for starting a writing challenge with late submissions 😅 Anyway, Kinktober is here and I'm going to start slowly. I know, I know. This is not supposed to be Vanillatober, but N isn't kinky (I blame their creator for this lol) and it's Natella's first time. I promise it gets good 😁 [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Mishka Jenkins] Book: The Wayhaven Chronicles Pairing: Nate Sewell x F!Detective (Stella) Rating: E Word count: 1297 Reading time: ~5min Summary: After a date, Nate takes Stella home, but she doesn't have plans to let him go so soon. Based on the prompt: Missk’s Kinktober - day one: first time | dry humping | lingerie

Quiet steps fill the hallway as Stella returns to her apartment with Nate. Dinner dates with him don't happen as often as she hoped for once they started dating. They agreed on taking things slow, but after four months of relationship, she is more than ready to change the pace. She just needs to be sure he's okay with it.

"I had no idea there were so many car games to pass the time," Nate says.

"Tina gets bored easily. I had to be creative if I didn't want her to fall asleep during a stakeout."

"I might have to try them next time I'm in a stakeout or patrolling with Farah. Working with her can be a lot of playing twenty questions."

"Wouldn't Adam and Morgan be annoyed?"

"Maybe in the beginning, but Adam is too competitive to pass the chance of winning a game. Morgan will join eventually."

"Sounds about right..." Stella giggles.

After a few more steps, they stop at her apartment door. As she fishes her key out of her purse, Stella wishes she had chosen a bigger bag to pretend she couldn't find her keys. Perhaps, it'd be a plausible reason for Nate not to leave. What could she say or do to make him stay a little longer?

"This is me..." She says, toying with the keys, still thinking about how to convince him to stay without actually saying it. "I had a great time tonight."

"So did I."

"We should do this again more often."

"I agree." He smiles shyly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Her shoulders slump in realisation. Did he understand it as a sign that I want him to leave? Damn...

"Stella, is it all right if I come in to make a quick inspection in your apartment? Just to be sure."

Her brows shoot up as the opportunity presents itself. It isn't the first time he has asked to look through her apartment. Yet, her eagerness to take advantage of this moment is definitely a first.

"One can never be too careful, right?"

"Exactly."

"Sure. Hold on a sec."

She turns to the door as a wide grin spreads on her lips.

Once they walk inside and Nate starts to look through the apartment, Stella rushes to the nearest mirror. She removes her coat and scarf, dabs a little of her lip tint on her lips and checks her outfit, adjusting her blouse to show off some skin. Maybe a nice dress with a cleavage would've caused a bigger impact on him and made her intentions clearer. Or would it have been too much?

But just as quick as he walked in, Nate comes back. And Stella could barely hide her disappointment.

"Everything seems fine," he says as he returns to the living room and stands before her.

"That's good."

"It is."

A brief silence passes by. A moment both of them have become way too familiarized with. His eyes hungrily sweep over her. He swallows hard. She smiles, takes a few steps closer to him. And then...

"I should go now," he says with an apologetic tone.

"You do?" She steps back.

"I don't want to overstay your welcome."

Unlike the other times she has let him away and regretted it, Stella isn’t ready to give up.

"But you just got here. I didn't have time to offer you anything to drink. It'd be so rude of me not to offer you anything."

He arches an eyebrow, as though he's trying to understand what she's saying. She smirks and flips her hair back with one hand, exposing her neck. His pupils dilate, eye taking her in once again. Then he smiles back.

"I guess it would be very rude of me to refuse."

"I couldn't agree more. So..." She moves closer to him again. "Can I offer you anything, Nate?"

"Yes."

"What is it?"

His hand reaches out to brush her hair away from her face and slide down her neck. The small touch of his fingertips sends a shiver down her spine and she closes the little distance between them. Nate leans in and kisses her.

Her arms wrap around his neck whilst his lips glide over hers . His hands roam down her sides and pull her closer, deepening the kiss. One hand digs into his hair, he peppers kisses on her jaw and neck, teeth softly biting the sensitive spot. She gasps, savoring the feeling of his fangs grazing her skin, so close to perforating it when she's suddenly pinned against the wall.

As their lips meet again, Stella helps him out of his jacket. Her hands slip under his shirt and his muscles ripple beneath her touch. He trails down to her neck and shoulder, creating a path of searing kisses. Taking advantage of the slit of her long skirt, he parts her legs with his knee and his hands find her waist. She then moves closer and begins to rock her hips on his thigh.

His hands rundown to her hips, encouraging her to grind on his leg. She gasps. Heat courses through her body and she removes her blouse. He then helps her out of her skirt. His eyes ogle her curves, breasts and sex barely concealed by the black thin organza fabric. He caresses her mounds through her bra. Her nipples harden.

Stella continues to roll her hips against his leg, groaning in delight until she can't take it anymore. As pleasure spreads through, his lips find hers again.

"We're not done here," she purrs between kisses.

"Oh, I know," he whispers as he takes off his shirt, revealing his taut muscles. Nate smirks as he catches her staring at his torso. "I'm glad you like what you see."

"I certainly do."

She unbuckles his belt, fingers grazing on his happy trail as she unbuttons his trousers and pushes them down. A devilish smile tug at her lips when her eyes land on his manhood. With one hand, she strokes his length and watches his handsome face contorted in pleasure.

Yet, it doesn't last long. Stella helps as he grabs the back of her thighs, lifts her up and wraps her legs around him. One of his hands tease with her underwear, pushes to the side and buries himself into her slowly.

Stella bites down her lips as they stare into each other's eyes. Something about the first time their bodies connect feels so magical that she wishes time could stand still for them. But she knows they're just getting started.

With long and steady thrusts, he moves in and out of her, rocking his hips to meet hers. Her nails dig into his back as moans, gasps and pleas for more fill the room. As he moves faster, he pulls down the thin fabric still covering her breasts and twists one of her hard peaks.

"Oh, Nate..." She meows.

Lust builds up as she loses herself into his arms, writhing in ecstasy as both of them get closer to edge. A guttural grunt escapes his lips and muscles grow tense; she climaxes and he follows. Without pulling apart, he carries her to the bedroom and lays her down, taking a place beside her on the bed.

"Are you all right?" He asks, lying on his side and brushing the hair glued to her face.

"Yeah..." She utters. "But I don’t have the strength to stand up and get you something to drink."

"How rude of you, Stella," he jokes.

"Can I just say 'make yourself at home' and you can help yourself with whatever you want?"

He chuckles. "Careful saying these words to me or I might wish to stay over more often.”

“Noted. I’ll make sure to say it again.”

He gives her a peck before getting out of the bed as she watches him disappear from view.

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Safe

Author's note: This is was the first headcanon I had while playing TWC book two (I was so not pleased with the whole spending three months without talking to the LI. I mean wtf Mishka? lol), so consider this a missing scene fic between chapters 2 and 3. I think... [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Mishka Jenkins] Book: The Wayhaven Chronicles (Book two) Characters: F!Detective (Stella), Nate Sewell, Rebecca Pairing: Nate Sewell x F!Detective (Stella) Rating: T Word count: 1528 Reading time: ~6min Summary: Painful memories haunt Stella in her sleep, but fortunately Nate never ceases to look out for her.

"I've been waiting too long for you, Detective…"

Pearls of sweat form on Stella's forehead, damping the pillow cases as she shifts to the side. Grunts and incoherent words escape her lips as she tosses and turns as if trying to escape invisible cuffs.

"Get away from me," she grumbles.

"Don't try to fight it, Detective. It wouldn't be wise of you to hurt yourself right now, wouldn't it, my vessel?"

His unmistakable menacing voice makes her heart beat faster.

"No!"

Her legs spasm as she tries to fight the invisible binds to no avail, face contorted as if she's in pain. With a gasp, Stella's brown eyes snap open and quickly studies her surroundings. She sits up, glances at the window of her bedroom and takes deep breaths to calm herself.

Ever since her last encounter with Murphy, she has had a hard time trying to sleep. Knowing supernatural creatures exist isn't as terrifying as it seemed when Rebecca told her about them. Yet, she never truly gave herself time to absorb everything she went through in the past three months.

A crescent moon embellishes the dark sky. Nights in Wayhaven are as quiet as it's expected from any small town. Stella gets up, puts on a rob and ambles over to gaze out the window, taking a seat on the windowsill.

A couple of minutes of blissful silence pass by before her eyes land on a figure that stands out in the middle of the street. In all fairness, she's certain he stands out anywhere he goes. How could anyone not notice him?

Her features soften when Nate strides on the sidewalk across her building. Unit Bravo isn't always on patrol so late at night, which is why she's surprised to see him still on the streets at this hour. The moment he glances at her window and their eyes meet, her stomach flutters. It astounds her how the warmth in his gaze has such powerful effect over her body no matter how far they are. Romantic relationships were at the last thing on her mind when she accepted the promotion to become detective. Yet, even the remote idea of being closer to Nate elicits emotions she hasn't felt in a long time.

Nate points to the entrance of Stella's building as if asking for permission to pay her a visit. His smile grows wider when she nods and makes her way to the front door. By the time she stands up to leave her bedroom when she hears a door knock.

Her eyebrows rise in surprise. For a moment, she forgot he's a vampire and she briefly wonders if he's always this fast. Shaking her head, she walks up to the entrance and opens the door.

"Hi," she greets with a weak smile.

"Hi," he answers as he studies her features. "Can I come in?"

"Sure." She gestures for him to walk in and shuts the door. "I didn't know you're patrolling the streets until this late."

"It ended a while ago. But I decided to take a walk by myself."

"Can't sleep?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing."

The two of them share a smile.

"I was worried about you."

"You were?"

Nate's cheeks darken and avert his gaze for a brief moment, then he looks back at her. "You seemed uneasy earlier today."

Stella nods, avoiding eye contact. She didn't expect anyone to notice her shaky hands when Rebecca mentioned Murphy. It probably wouldn't look good if the town's detective gave away the impression she's weak. But when Nate held her hand during the meeting with Unit Bravo, instead of shame, she felt safe. Unsurprisingly, a feeling quite common whenever he's around.

"I've been struggling a little with this," she answers.

Nate takes a step closer to her, worry visible in his eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She nods in agreement. "Let's sit."

They sit on opposite sides of the couch, keeping a respectful distance from each other, but with their bodies directed towards one another.

"I keep coming back to that warehouse in my dreams, trapped on that gurney. And when the transfusion is about to start, I wake up. For a few seconds, I even thought it wasn't real. I'm fine. Nothing happened..." She frowns as she thinks about it. "But it did."

Nate doesn't say anything. With his shoulders slumped, he looks down at his hands before he lets a sorrowful sigh. "I'm so sorry..."

Stella snaps her head to the side and frowns. Instead of a warm and inviting gaze, guilt is all she can see as she looks into his eyes.

"I wish I could have protected you from this. I should've found a place to keep you safe."

She moves closer to him and takes her hand in his. "Nate, we were outnumbered and you did what you could."

"I should've tried harder..." He shakes his head. "If I could erase this from your memory, Stella..."

"I know you would, Nate." She squeezes his hand gently. "But we can't change the past."

Staring at her hand holding his, he simply nods.

"There's something you can do for me, though."

His head snaps to the side to look at her. "What is it?"

"Stay close to me," she says with a soft smile.

As he relaxes and smiles back, Stella moves closer to him, lifting his arm to let it drape over her shoulders. Then she rests her head on his chest and heaves a sigh as his hand caresses her arm.

It's past two in the morning when Nate's phone vibrates in his pocket, waking him up. His eyes flutter open and brows furrow in confusion as he finally remembers where he is. He wanted to stay with Stella until she fell asleep and ended up falling asleep as well. Though sleeping sitting down isn't exactly comfortable, it's hard for him to complain if it means having Stella fast asleep in his arms.

The phone vibrates again, pulling him back to reality. The Agency must be looking for him, of course. He then fishes the mobile out of his pocket and grimaces at the missing call from Adam and texts. He certainly isn't looking forward to being lectured about disappearing for two hours. He makes a face at the name in the ID caller and answers the call. "Agent Sewell speaking."

"Nate, where the hell are you?! You were supposed to be back after the patrol ended!" Agent Lovejoy growls.

"Sorry, I..." He tries to stand up only to feel a small hand grip his shirt. He glances at Stella still sleeping and shifting to make herself more comfortable whilst still snuggling up with him. "Got tied up."

"Explain," Agent Lovejoy orders.

He gulps. Is there any other way to explain the situation without making this awkward? After all, Rebecca isn't just his superior and Stella isn't a regular human liaison the Agency is watching over.

"I decided to pass by Stella's neighborhood to see if everything was all right and she was still awake. We talked for a while. She's having trouble to sleep lately and asked me stay for a while."

"I see."

He can almost see Rebecca's narrowed eyes and the wheels in her mind turning as she struggles to figure out how to react.

"She must be still trying to process what happened."

"Yes."

"Is she still awake?"

"No."

"Then come back to the Agency."

"I..." He looks down at Stella's hand tugging the fabric of his shirt. "Can't."

"You can't?!"

"Stella is holding on to me. I don't know if I can leave without waking her up."

"Oh..."

An uncomfortable silence settles between them. He has no idea of how she feels about it. Rebecca can be overprotective with Stella at times. Does she disapprove of the idea of her daughter becoming this close to a vampire?

"She has her hand tugged at your garments, doesn't she?"

"Uh..." His cheeks heat up. "Yes."

"She used to do that to me when she was younger. I'd try to leave when she fell asleep, but I never had the heart to wake her up."

Nate glances at Stella again. She may be confident, independent and strong, but it's undeniable Rebecca's absence in her life left a mark.

"Stay with her. Come back after you make sure she arrives at the police station safely."

"Okay. I'll see you in the morning."

"See you then."

Once Rebecca hangs up, he reaches for the blanket in the backrest of the sofa. Stella shifts again as he covers her body with the blanket, but doesn't wake up. He takes the opportunity to make himself more comfortable, resting his legs on the coffee table.

He looks down at her one more time. Her breathing and heartbeat are steady, calm, her delicate face still pressed against his chest is fully relaxed. Her grip on his shirt loosens up a little. He could manage to put her to bed and leave if he had to. But it's not what he wants. How many times would he have the chance to be with her like this? He doesn't know. He might as well just stay and savor the moment.

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Long Distance Love - Part 3: Synchrony

Author's note: Second to last fic of the OTP asks! [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Mishka Jenkins] Book: The Wayhaven Chronicles Characters: Nate Sewell, Farah Hauville, F!Detective (Stella) Pairing: Nate Sewell x F!Detective (Stella) Rating: T Word count: 1078 Reading time: ~4min Summary: Nate is having a hard time to focus on work. But soon, he’ll find out he’s not the only one. Based on the prompt: OTP question meme #28: What do they do when they’re away from each other?

The door to the library flies open as Nate strolls in and begins to look through the shelves. As usual, Nate is in charge of the research and data analysis about their next case. But when Agent Lovejoy mentioned Farah would spend the next days with Stella, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.

As his fingers run through the book spines, his mind wanders. It’s a good thing Farah is working and watching Stella. Aside from being good friends, the detective actually manages to keep Farah occupied. But, if given the chance, he certainly would like to trade places with the young vampire.

After a few more minutes of search, Nate picks up three books and walks towards the sofa by the window. As hours pass by, he begins to wonder about how things are going at Wayhaven Police station. He can almost see her. Her attentive brown eyes analysing evidence. Her hands styling her hair into a bun to get herself ready for important tasks. Her delicate features going soft when she talks to witnesses, then twisting in a scowl when someone tests her patience.

But she changes when he's around. Her pupils dilate, eyes soften at the sight of him. Her whole body shifts into his direction. When they're alone, her assertive and solemn detective demeanour disappears and a part of her only a few lucky ones know comes to surface. Her dulcet voice goes husky as she calls his name, lips curl up in coy smiles as her cheeks and nose flush crimson.

His favourite part, however, is listening to her heartbeat. How it grows faster as he reaches for her hand or tucks loose strands of hair behind her ear. How it makes her honeyed smell more evident. How it slows down and beats in a steady pace as his lips touch finally hers.

His mouth goes dry at the thought of her. He suddenly realises there’s a reason why he wasn't assigned to stay with her. His feelings for her are no secret to anybody. And no matter how much he tries to focus, Stella is quite distracting to him, even when she has no intention to do so.

The sound of the door closing pulls Nate out of reverie and almost drops a book, but recomposes and catches it. Yes, he has become a little distracted lately. He can only hope it doesn't look so obvious to everyone else.

“Somebody is daydreaming, huh?” Farah gives him a cheshire cat smile. "What were you thinking about, Natey?"

"I—" He's suddenly aware of how his own heartbeat quickens. He probably looks flustered and it's too late to disguise any of these signs from Farah. His best shot is to change the subject. "Aren't you supposed to be at the police station watching Detective Lovejoy?"

"Nice save..." Farah winks as she walks through the shelves and picks up a brown parcel. "She’s handling paperwork today and her shift is almost over. I came back early to look for some documents she asked for."

He nods. As he watches Farah make her way to the door and leave, Nate opens his mouth to say something and then closes it. Should he ask her about Stella? Would it be too forward of him? They only have been on a few dates, he has so many doubts about dating etiquette nowadays... He then remembers he can call her. Or text. That is to say, if he can find the apps to do so.

"You know, work was pretty light today so we spent some time making paper airplanes and betting which plane would go farther."

"Again?"

"It’s fun. I mastered the technique to make it fly so far all my planes ended up here. Stella didn’t think it was possible, but I did it."

For some reason, Nate finds Farah's new fascination with paper airplanes quite amusing and often indulges her to keep talking. "Really?"

"Look outside."

Nate turned around and looked out the window. The sprinklers wetten six paper airplanes spread across the lawn. "Impressive," he comments as he sits back on the sofa.

"I sent Stella a picture. Her planes barely make it out of her office. But I told her I can help." Farah then grabs a small paper, folds into an airplane and sends it towards Nate.

"Farah..." He presses his lips together as the airplane pokes his arms and falls on the sofa when he sees the words 'unfold me'. His eyes widen as he recognises the handwriting. reaching for the plane, Nate unfolds it and smiles while reading the message:

Hey, wanna have dinner tonight? I'm making cheese ravioli.

- S

His heart beats faster once again. Yet, this time, Nate doesn't bother to disguise it. He simply looks up at Farah and asks. "What do you do to make your plane fly so far away?"

"I'm glad you asked." Farah beams and takes a seat next to him.

Stella takes her last mug of coffee of the day on the table and stands up, stretching her arms and back. A whole afternoon filing paperwork is anything but fun. No wonder Farah left as soon as she had the chance.

Taking a sip, she glances at the station through the glass windows, then she stares at the door. Farah told her Nate is researching their next case, which means he'll be surrounded by books for days. Perhaps, it wasn't a good idea to ask him out. It probably was too forward of her. He must be busy and is going to politely refuse it.

The detective sighs and turns around to pick up her coat when something pokes her in the head and falls on the ground. As she looks down and recognizes her own handwriting, she unfolds the paper.

Hey, wanna have dinner tonight? I'm making cheese ravioli.

- S

Hi! Yes, I’d love to.

- N"

She turns back to grab her phone and call him when her eyes gleam at the sight before her. "Nate," she breathes his name, heart racing as he walks in.

Listening to the beat of her heart almost as fast as his, Nate smiles and says. "Good evening, Stella. I was wondering if you need a sous chef."

"I haven't thought about that, but I could use some help." She puts on her coat and saunters over to him. "Care to join me in buying some ingredients at the grocery store?"

Nate takes her hand in his and intertwines his arm with hers. "Lead the way."

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Impromptu Dance - Part 3: Unplanned

Author's note: I’ve been daydreaming with this fic for weeks, so if you click on read more button and hear someone squealing, it’s probably me excited that you’re reading this. Leading characters are owned by Mishka Jenkins and original characters are creations of this author Book: The Wayhaven Chronicles by Mishka Jenkins Pairing: Nate Sewell x F!Detective (Stella) Rating: T Word count: 751 Reading time: 3min Summary: When Stella runs out of ideas of what to do on the date, Nate comes up with a plan. Based on the prompts: OTP question meme #21: Who is more likely to start dancing with the other? / Valse D'Amelie

A wide grin light up Stella's features as she steps out of the bistro holding hands with Nate. It has been a long while since she met someone worthy of taking to her favourite places in Wayhaven. A strange combination of self-consciousness and joy rises within her as they walk down the street. But joy is certainly the most prominent feeling.

"So..." Nate cuts off the silence settled between them. "Where are you taking me now?"

”Honestly?” She averts her gaze. "I have no idea.”

His head snaps to the side and eyebrows shoot up as he catches her grinning. "Really?"

"Yeah, I..." She trails off and sighs whilst flashes of their lovely dinner  floods her mind. "I had my expectations about how our first dinner date would be, but I didn't expect it to be so... extraordinary."

Nate's features soften again as he beams. "It's a pleasure to know I exceeded your expectations, Stella. But I still want to know if you'd like to do  something else or if I should take you home now."

"How about we take a stroll around the park? Maybe I'll think of something."

"All right. A stroll in the park it is," he says, intertwining his arm with hers.

As  they pass by the streets, Stella barely notices the prying eyes curious about them. It isn't the first time they've been seen together. But they didn't seem as close as they are now. Still, the only thing truly cares about is how to make the most of the night with him.

"I didn't know you were so into shopping, Nate."

He scratches the back of his head as his cheeks heat for a moment. "I just enjoy the finer things in life."

"Good thing you're not into technology. You'd go bankrupt if you knew how addictive online shopping is."

Nate laughs. "I think I'd still rather go to the stores myself."

"Well, luckily you'll never know."

As they arrive at the park, Stella's grin widens as the stillness of the night gives space a soothing harmony she knows so well. "I love this valse," she comments.

Nate takes a moment to listen and nods. "It's beautiful, but I don't think I'm familiar with it."

"You're joking, right?"

His brows furrow in confusion.

"You've never watched Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain?"

"I don't think I have."

"What?! But it’s a classic movie! Wait... Is it because it movies have too much visual stimulation and they can be overwhelming to you?"

"No, I'm fine with it. I’ve watched documentaries for research a few times."

"Then why don't you watch movies? It’s art."

"The word ‘art’ doesn't describe what Farah likes to watch," he comments, giving Stella a knowing look.

"Okay, not all movies are art. But Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain definitely is.” She insists. “You know what? We’re going to watch it on our next date."

"Very well then. Now that you have our next date planned, did you come up with an idea for the rest of the one we're having now?"

Her mind suddenly goes blank. Could she forget it? "I... Um..."

Nate chuckles softy. "Can I offer a suggestion?"

"Sure," she replies with a coy smile.

Whilst Stella mentally chastises herself for not planning things ahead, Nate makes a beeline to the group of musicians in the park. After a brief conversation, the musicians play the same valse as he returns and extends his hand to Stella.

"Shall we?"

"Now?!"

"Yes."

"But we're in public!"

"All eyes were on us the entire evening. What difference does it make now?"

"Being so close to you makes a difference." Stella averts her gaze and mumbles to herself. "It’ll make yearn to do things we shouldn't do in public."

Her breath catches as Nate takes her hand and pulls her, pressing her body against his and lowers his voice. "It's one more reason why we should dance right now."

"Why?"

"Because dancing will give you some ideas of what we can do afterwards."

Her whole face reddens, but, as he expected, she doesn't pull away. Stella then looks back at him and replies. "Okay."

With her approval, Nate leads her into the gentle rhythm of the valse and they glide across the floor, oblivious to the people passing by.

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Sunday Six 06.06.2021 (Part 1)

Another ficlet of Nate and Stella from OTP asks

As they pass by the streets, Stella barely notices the prying eyes curious about them. It isn't the first time they've been seen together. But they certainly didn't seem so close until now. Still, the only thing she truly cares about is how to make the most of the night with him.

"I didn't know you were so into shopping, Nate."

He scratches the back of his head as his cheeks heat for a moment. "I just like to enjoy the finer things in life."

"Good thing you're not into technology. You'd go bankrupt if you knew how addictive online shopping is."

Nate laughs. "I think I'd still rather go to the stores myself."

"And luckily you'll never know."

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The Wayhaven Chronicles Masterlist

Get to know Stella

Book Stats

Character Profile

One shots

Safe

Good Manners  ✨ new ✨

OTP questions ficlets

Five More Minutes: A Good Reason

Impromptu Dance: Unplanned

Long Distance Love: Synchrony

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Get To Know Stella: Character Profile

Name: Stella Emel Lovejoy

Birthdate: 01/07/1991

Hometown: Wayhaven

Occupation: Wayhaven PD Detective

Talents/Skills: Reading people, a knack for technology and basic mechanics, vast knowledge on crime scene investigation and other subjects related to it, fluent in six languages (English, Turkish, Dutch, Estonian, German, Spanish), combat fighting, dancing (ballet).

Parents: Ömer "Rook" Lovejoy (deceased) and Rebecca Lovejoy

Siblings: None

Grandparents: Sebastian and Pinar Lovejoy (on father's side - both deceased)

Character Background:

Stella Emel Lovejoy was born in Wayhaven and raised mostly by her grandparents (Rook's parents) and a nanny hired by Rebecca (provided by the Agency). With them, she learned how to speak Dutch and Turkish. Because of the absence of her parents during most part of her childhood, Stella occupied her days learning new skills and hobbies. She enrolled at University of Lincoln to study Forensic Science. When she returned to Wayhaven right after graduation to take care of her grandmother, she decided to join Wayhaven PD.

Best Childhood Memories: Visiting İzmir with her grandmother. The smell of chai and Turkish coffee always reminds her of playing around with other kids at her grandmother’s hometown.

Height: 5'9’’ Weight: 124 lbs Ethnicity: Turkish/Caucasian (Dutch, English) Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown Skin color: Soft beige

Ideal Career Path: Crime Scene Investigator

Academic Inclination: Forensic Investigation

How does she dress: Casual/Chic

Habits: Daydreaming, sleeping late, skipping meals

Hobbies: Reading, watching movies, cooking, swimming

Greatest flaws: Shy, idealist, soft-hearted

Best qualities: Quick learner, optimistic, easygoing, compassionate

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Love Interests: Nate Sewell

What initially attracted her to her partner?

Besides his obvious good looks, Stella was drawn to his warm smile and impressive people skills.

Relationships background: Stella had some casual dates and only two official relationships before Nate. Only Tina and Verda knew about them. Rebecca never met any of her daughter's dates, though she knew they existed.

Close Friends: Tina Ponami, Soloman Verda, Farah Hauville

How does she express affection?

She's only affectionate with close friends, her mother and Nate.

Does she have a temper?

No. She does her best to stay calm any situation, even if it can be hard sometimes (yes, that was about Adam. And Captain Sung).

Does she exercise?

Boxing, swimming and ballet classes whenever she has a couple hours to spare.

One random headcanon:

Stella always loved dancing and science. She danced ballet during most of her childhood, then fell in love with figure skating when she was 7. Due to an accident during practice when she was 13, she broke her hip bone and was unable to walk for six months. During her recovery process, she became fascinated by science and technology, developing skills that made choose her career path. Once she could walk again, Stella focused on building her leg strength after the recovery and switched her physical activities to boxing and swimming. She still dances ballet from time to time, but rarely goes ice skating.

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Get to know Stella: Book Stats

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Sunday Six (Part 2) 02.05.2021

It's Monday for me, but I know it's still Sunday somewhere in the world, so here's the part two of my Sunday six post 😂

Impromptu Dance - Part 3 | Nate Sewell x F! Detective

"So," Nate cuts off the silence settled between them. "Where are you taking me now?"

"I have no idea," she murmurs.

His head snaps to the side and eyebrows shoot up as he catches her grinning. "Really?"

"Yeah, I..." She trails off and sighs whilst flashes of their lovely dinner floods her mind. "I had my expectations about how our first dinner date would be, but I didn't expect it to be so... extraordinary."

Part one (Choices: Desire & Decorum and The Royal Romance).

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Five More Minutes - Part III: A Good Reason

Author's note: This wasn't the first fic I planned to write for TWC, but when @homeformyheart​ sent me an OTP ask and said it could be about any of my pairings, I couldn't resist. I had to turn one of my many headcanons of Nate and my detective into a story! [Leading characters are owned by Mishka Jenkins and original characters are creations of this author] Book: The Wayhaven Chronicles Pairing: Nate Sewell x F!Detective (Stella) Rating: T Word count: 451 Summary: Nate wakes up early to prepare something special for Stella. Based on the prompt: OTP question meme #16: Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Sunlight illuminates the bedroom as the wind softly blows the curtains. Still in bed, Stella sighs contently and shifts to the other side, but frowns as she realises she's alone. She rarely has the opportunity to sleep in and after the night they had, she hoped he would join her. Much to her surprise, it seems like Nate had other plans.

She then gets up, puts her silk robe on and leaves the bedroom. As  she opens the door, a nutty and flowery aroma coming from the kitchen seeps through the air. With quiet steps, she searches for the source of that comforting scent and smiles as she leans against the threshold. Turning off the stove, Nate takes the cezve¹ and pours Turkish coffee in two cups with a flourish.

"How is it that you always know what I'm craving?"

"I have my ways," he greets her with his perpetual warm smile. "Good morning, Stella. Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning." She approaches him with a smile. "Yes, I did. How about you?"

"I don't think I've slept so well in long time."

"Hmm... If so, why didn't you stay in bed with me?"

"I believe preparing you a coffee you haven't drank in years is a good reason to wake up earlier, is it not?"

The husky tone in his voice matching the intensity of gaze sends a tingle down her spine. His ability to know when and how to be charming and very distracting never ceases to amaze her.

"You heard me talking to Hailey, didn't you?"

He doesn't answer, but the way his eyes match his cheeky smile says it all. "Try the coffee," he says as he hands her a cup.

From the first sip, the bitter and smoky taste lingers on her tongue. It suddenly brings back memories of summer afternoons she spent with her grandmother in Izmir. Her grandmother used to serve an extra strong coffee to her guests with Turkish delights that Stella constantly tried to steal when no one was looking.

"Is it to your liking, Stella?" Nate's soothing voice gently pulls her back from her reverie.

"Yes..." She takes another sip and beams. "It's perfect."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm... It's so good I almost forgot you left me alone in bed," she hints, placing her cup back on the table.

"Well, in this case..." He steps closer to her, his hand reaching for he waist and pulling her flush against him. "If there's anything else I can do for you to forgive me, please don't hesitate to tell me."

"I can list a few things..." She purrs as her fingers toy with buttons of his pajamas shirt.

Using his free hand to cup her face, he says staring deep into her eyes. "Then I'll be happy to oblige."

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¹ special pot where Turkish coffee is brewed.