the wayhaven chronicles / nate sewell x f!detective (charlotte langford) / stardew valley AU / general / 1.2k words

notes: written for day 7 (sunset) prompt for @summerinwayhaven !

Nate chuckles softly at the way his chickens immediately scatter with an excited cackle when he throws the last of the barley grains on the ground and wipes his dusty palms to his jeans.

"Gertrude," he scolds after watching their antics for a moment. "Leave some for others as well, please."

Gertrude, the self-proclaimed queen of the coop, has the tendency to hog all the feed. She is an old (but extremely temperamental) lady and probaly doesn't have a lot of time left, but she ought to have some consideration for others nonetheless.

Gertrude, of course, ignores him entirely and Nate sighs shaking his head, something fond in the line of his mouth.

He lifts his head to look at the orange sky under the wide brim of his woven sunhat. The sun is setting behind the thick emerald green fir trees surrounding his small farm, but it's still warm enough to fare without a long-sleeved thicker shirt. Summer is so close he can already taste its sweet sap on the tip of his tongue; the grasshoppers have started singing in his flower fields and Farah tries to sell him melon seeds every time he visits the General Store. He is pretty sure that she has put it together that Nate's daily visits have another reason entirely: the new pretty face in the town called Charlie whom Nate is already utterly captivated by.

orion quinn x m!mc (nikita rose) / explicit / 3.6k words

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notes: literally just going to post this and then run away, lmao.

When Orion receives the first text message, the sandman has almost finally claimed him for the night after over 22 hours of sleeplessness.

So he is irritated as all hell by the obnoxious beep of his phone and groans loudly into his pillow as he gropes for his phone blindly on the nightstand. He lights up the screen in the dark, wincing a little at the blue brightness, and scrolls through his recent notifications.

[ NIKITA: 00:42 ] do you think the moon has feelings?

Despite his utter weariness, despite the bone-deep exhaustion curling through his blood veins, Orion smiles.

[ ORION: 00:44 ] Why do you ask?

The pause is only 13 seconds long. Orion flips onto his back and counts the faint clicks of the wall clock on his hotel room as he waits.

The half moon is spreading its glittering light through the window and Orion watches it. He doesn't know the answer to Nikita's question.

[ NIKITA: 00:44] i just wonder if it's lonely sometimes. i would be. lonely. if i was all alone in the big sky when it's dark.

blake winter x f!mc (juliet radcliffe) / mature / 928 words

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notes: birthed this last night when i couldn't sleep <3 blake winter you will always be famous

She wakes up with someone's face mushed against the back of her sweaty neck and an unfamiliar pair of arms around her bare waist, clutching her tight.

Juliet blinks for a moment. This isn't a strange occurence in truth. It has happened a few times during the tour by now, but it always leaves her feeling a little out of sorts. (Probably because it has been the same person every time.)

She doesn't allow herself to lie around for more than a few minutes before untangling herself from the arms imprisoning her and getting up, putting on a white standard hotel bathrobe and tip-toeing to the bathroom.

Afterwards, Juliet boils water for one of the packets of instant coffee the hotel room provides and as she waits, she watches Blake Winter's sleeping form on her bed.

Juliet would like nothing more than to claim that Blake is just a momentary lapse of judgement – a mere notch in her bedpost or an itch she couldn't help but want to scratch. Just a meaningless after-thought swimming in her brain when she tries to sleep at night, easily forgotten in the light of day.

That would be a horrible lie.

Because she watches him now and realises that the truth is, of course, that she is endlessly, and incredibly unwisely, curious about this man. She wants to know him. She wants to see what makes him tick. She wants to study every cell of his body under a microscope lense. She wants to pull his leash tight and see if he will bark for her.

accidental werewolf toddler acquisition fic is here, yay! tagging the people who have liked this post: @xx-toto-xx, @turtleybeachin, @agentnatesewell, @dumortains, @thee-morrigan, @wayhavenots, @lalizah, @l-llavellans

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"Well. What's her name?" Kitty asks sweetly from the burgundy sofa, hands on her lap, while Morgan is perching on the armrest next to her. Morgan rolls her grey eyes rather affectionaly at her question and Farah grins sunnily at both of them.

Rebecca watches as the toddler sits on the armchair, white lace tights covering her tiny chubby legs as they move up and down slowly, hanging from the edge of the seat. Her red mary janes are abandonded on the mahogany floor and bonnet is drooping down from her neck, revealing a a wild mop of dark brown curly hair, hair strands dancing against her temples and tanned freckly cheeks as she keeps blowing bored breaths during their briefing.

Everyone is quiet and Adam pointedly doesn't look at Nate's confused handsome face as he studies the little girl.

"Bette," Rebecca answers, clicking her expensive fountain pen like it's her tongue, and looks down at the papers in front of her, shuffling them around. "No known surname."

"Very cute," Farah comments with a wink towards the tiny werewolf. Her smile is like a sunflower – summer yellow and high on her face. "How old is she, do you think?"

"We don't kn–" Rebecca starts, but then Bette raises her stubby index and middle finger as everyone watches; some with more enthusiasm than others. Two. Two years. Adam can deal with a two-year-old. Possibly. Maybe. He has to. This is his assignment and he refuses to fail the Agency.

"She doesn't know how to talk?" Nate asks with a small frown and Morgan groans.

"Who cares?" she grumbles even though she hasn't lighted up her cigarette. "It's not like she's going to stay."

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notes: been waiting to use this gif again:

There is something to be said about the fact that Niki stopped drinking almost entirely after Seven, but tonight he is so drunk on tequila that Orion would certainly disapprove if he saw him right now.

(But he isn't here. Even if Niki can hear his scolding inside his head when he takes another swig. Man, he kind of wishes Orion was here, to be honest. He is always there, but never at the same time.)

He is drunk just enough and he is looking at Triple, who is grinning toothily at him across the hotel room, shirtless and so handsome Niki can feel it all the way in his gut, thinking what if.

Triple's soft, hairy belly flexes as he laughs loudly at something Hassan quips before slapping his shoulder, and Niki stares so hard that his spinning vision is making him slightly nauseous.

He bites his lower lip, thinking.

Then Triple looks over at him and cocks his head, studying him, before taking a long swig of his beer, neck bending and adam's apple bobbing as he drinks. Niki has been caught.

And he doesn't mind one bit.

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The wedding invitation is beautiful.

That is possibly what depresses Seven the most. The red envelope, the carefully chosen golden font, the expensive quality of the carton, the neatly hand-signed names at the bottom. It's all so perfect.

Nikita Rose & Orion Quinn.

The perfect happy couple who are cordially inviting Seven to their perfect and happy fucking wedding.

He would actually rather kill himself than go.

He can admit to himself quietly inside his head that he doesn't want to watch Niki kiss another man and promise to love him forever and ever right in front of him. He can picture it so clearly. Niki's happy, loving smile that used to be reserved only for him – the way the corners of his mouth curl and his stupid blue eyes light up like the sea during a sunny day.

It's so messed up that he still remembers how soft Niki's lips were against his own when they kissed for the first time all those years ago when they were so fucking in love that nothing else mattered.

Seven is so lost in his thoughts that he jumps when his phone beeps loudly in sign of a text message. He sighs and picks it up. And stops.

Are you going?

Avina.

What the fuck?

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A/N: final chapter is here! tysm to everyone who has followed along this story and sent me comments and messages, i love you! i hope you enjoy. :)

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The day it has been exactly a year after Nate's death, Charlie stays in bed for the whole day.

Mostly she sleeps. It would be terribly poetic if she dreamed of Nate, but she doesn't – it's only pure inpenetrable darkness that she sees when her eyes are closed. She sees nothing. And that is even more upsetting than if she saw him die over and over again right before her eyes.

She rises from her bed once. To go drink water straight from the bathroom sink, throat parched from thirst. Then she goes back to bed and shivers under the blankets, feeling like she has been struck by high fever.

No one bothers her that day. Not Morgan, not Adam and not even Farah – Farah who just wants to help everyone around her, even when people can't be helped. Charlie is one of the people who is too far gone to be soothed.

At least today.

The next day she is incredibly hungry and goes downstairs to spoon blueberry jam straight from the jar. It's so sweet that she almost feels like vomiting afterwards, but she keeps it in, and eats it some more.

She feels slightly better afterwards. Like a human. It's very important to feel human in a fucked up world like this. She showers. Changes her clothes – blue denim shorts and a grey t-shirt that is so large that it might actually be Adam's.

She goes to sit by the back porch, bare feet touching the wild grass. A bee buzzes by her and lands on the flower of a clover and she watches it for a long moment.

Eventually Adam finds her. Of course he does. It's always him.

it's here! enjoy and thank you for your encouragement on the way, ilysm. tagging my usual round of people (pls let me know if you don't want to be tagged in my writing anymore! it's been a while): @lalizah, @nreads, @agentnatesewell, @gaylatteart, @ottobooty, @wayhavenots, @butchdumortain

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Ava doesn't say anything when she threads in the snow in the direction towards the cabin with you in her arms. Your teeth chatter and Ava pulls you closer to the warmth of her chest. You can feel her heart still beating erratically in fear and you're wallowing in guilt the whole way back to the cabin. God, how could have been so fucking stupid? Following random lights in the middle of the night during a blizzard just to avoid the woman now carrying you. You're so lucky Ava found you when she did or otherwise you would probably be dead by now.

“Just a little further,” Ava says and spares a look at you. “Are you cold?”

You figure your chattering teeth are answer enough, and Ava frowns worriedly, holding you so tightly that you instantly feel warmer just from the gentleness of the act. She looks so incredibly serious, her mouth pressed into a firm line as you slowly make your way through the snow.

“Thank you,” you mumble, closing your eyes and burrowing further in her chest. “For coming for me.”

“I always will,” Ava says seriously. You believe her. Ava is many things, but not a liar. She might avoid the truth and come up with intricate words and sentences to do so, but you're pretty sure she has never actually lied to your face. That’s a line she doesn't cross-- not even for you.