i was tagged by beloved @turtleybeachin & @ohmypawsandwhiskers and bc i've been very enthusiastic abt my writing lately i wanted to share something else, too! this is also from my accidental werewolf baby acquisition fic! i'm trying to go for a super light-hearted vibe with it, which is a nice change from zombie au!!
not tagging anyone this time around bc it's thursday, but if you see this and want to share something do it!!
"Should we let her go outside for walks?" Farah asks, chewing on her lip. Pink lipgloss sticks to her pearly white teeth.
"Unsupervised?" Adam asks with a raise of his brow.
"Well, no," Farah says quickly, "with one of us preferably. She should get some fresh air too sometimes, right? I mean, she's a werewolf. They have a habit of going a little stir crazy. She needs her exercise."
"She is in grave danger," he answers seriously with a shake of his head. "Her parents were kâ"
Nate clears his throat very loudly while Farah covers Bette's ears with her hands and hushes Adam furiously. Bette just starts staring at him again, blinking her almost too large eyes a few times.
"Apologies, Bette," Adam says to the small werewolf toddler, mollified. "Your parents areâŚ" He pauses, uncertain, and looks at Nate for help, but the latter doesn't appear to know quite what to say, either.
"On a long extremely happy vacation in⌠Italy!" Farah says, almost cheerful.
"Two guardian angels watching over you," says Kitty â ever so gentle.
"Dead," Morgan says unceremoniously and everyone winces.
i'm sharing two things to day bc i'm very excited by two fics i'm currently writing: my zombie au and my accidental werewolf baby acquisition fic! they're (obvs) very different from each other, but both fun, i feel like!
tagging: @serenpedac, @agentnatesewell, @lalizah, @l-llavellans, @carriehobbs, @nreads, @wayhavenots, @thee-morrigan and whoever else feels like sharing something!!
this first one is from ch3 of zombie au. sharing a bed trope, woo!
Wayhaven never got this freezing cold in the past winters before. The weather was mild. There was usually snow, but it was never more than a few minus degrees during the day, more during the nights of course, but the cold never creeped like a thief into her and Nate's house like this.
Adam's dedication of chopping firewood during the last two seasons pays off and they are able to keep the fireplace going for hours at a time.
Charlie's room upstairs is cold, though, and she keeps shivering almost feverishly under the bed covers despite wearing a wool sweater over a t-shirt and Nate's old joggers.
Eventually she gives up on trying to fall asleep and gets up, tiptoeing across the room and down the stairs to the living room where the fireplace is unlit, but still hot. Adam is sleeping deeply on the couch, the covers only reaching his waist. He isn't even wearing a shirt and for a moment Charlie can't stop staring at his chest and soft belly covered in light hair, his large hand laying against his stomach, moving in the rhythymn of his steady breaths.
"Asshole," she mutters under her breath, turning back towards the fireplace and rubbing her hands together.
It doesn't take him long to wake up despite Charlie trying not to wake him.
"Charlotte?" he eventually murmurs sleepily from the couch.
"It's just me," Charlie says as he starts shifting anxiously on the mattress when she doesn't immediately answer him.
"What are you doing here?" he rasps, confused, and lifts himself halfway up with his forearms to see her properly. "Is there a danger?"
"No. I was just cold."
i'll put the accidental werewolf baby acquisition fic under the cut to avoid this post getting super long! :) this is also a multichaptered fic bc it decided to grow a plot, rip.
"Bette!"
"Child!"
"Pspspspspsps."
"She's not a fucking cat, Farah," Morgan groans as she rips open an antique cabinet's door to peer inside it. Nate winces at the force she does it and closes it with care as Morgan hurriedly moves on, Farah tailing her with a cheerful skip in her steps. Kitty is checking the kitchen and Rebecca left entirely to let them deal with it on their own.
"She can't have gotten far," Nate says comfortingly when he sees how Adam's hands are clenched into tight fists as they walk side by side towards the games room.
"I am not worried," Adam answers very worriedly. Nate chuckles warmly. His shirt covered elbow brushes against Adam's bare arm and even though there is fabric between them, Adam swallows hard at the touch.
"My mistake," Nate says easily with a smile as they reach the room's door, opening it and walking inside.
It takes them a while to find her where she is hiding under the pool table. She doesn't look frightened, dark brown eyes merely curious as she sees them approach her.
"Bette!" Nate says with a small tut as he kneels down on the floor to see her better. "You can't run of like that, little rabbit. We were very worried about you."
"She is a werewolf, not a rabbit," Adam says with a frown and Nate throws him an amused look.
He offers Bette his large hand and she contemplates it for a long while, dark brown eyes inquisitive, before finally taking it and letting him gently pull her towards him.
"There we go," Nate says with a bright smile. Bette lets out a small giggle and the smile widens even more. "You must be hungry after your brave little adventure," he continues, still holding her chubby little hand, swinging it back and forth in a gentle motion. Adam is somehow always surprised how much kindness is stored in him. "I have an idea. Would you like to go to the kitchen to get a cucumber-ham sandwich and some raspberry juice? I promise it will be exciting."
Thank you so much for tagging me @thee-morrigan and @carriehobbs đ
Winter Chapters my beloved, I'm afraid that Adam's going through it :^)
As nausea tugged at his stomach, Adam felt his usual jealousy twist and warp into something which he no longer recognized. It clawed at him just as he now clawed at the shower walls, pleading to be unleashed upon the man he loathed the most. He felt venom at the tip of his tongue, he felt such intense and vile thoughts begin to cloud his judgment, he felt nothing but malice towards the one he used to call his "best friend".
How he hated it: the way he gloated, the way he smugly smiled in his direction while pulling Yves closer to himself, the way he discussed their wedding plans, the way he lied through his teeth while confessing his infatuation, the way he treated him like a trophy to be displayed and never touched.
What did he know of devotion? What did he know of worship? Nothing. He knew nothing. Sewell didn't deserve him. Sewell wasn't worthy of him. Adam on the other hand, oh, Adam could worship the ground Yves walked on, he could adore him, he could sit at his knees and be at his every whim and command, he could do it all with a smile on his face and bloodied hands.
Tagging @l-llavellans, @agentnatesewell, @turtleybeachin, @hanna-writess, @nevira-names, @faethomsbelow, @serenpedac, @nreads, @sewellsheart, @vryptidart, @wayhavenots, @anticupid16 and whoever else would like to do this. No pressure, of course đ
I am so far behind on Snippet Sundays/WIP Wednesdays (I'm sorry everyone who tagged me - I appreciated the tags so much, but I'm so far behind now that I can't remember who tagged me for what or when) that I decided to just tie in this week's Snippet Sunday with the results of the WIP Poll Game and do an Excerpt Extravaganza (for the alliteration, lol). I'm tagging @fauville, @agentnatesewell, @wayhavenots, @thee-morrigan, @mornynge, @anticupid16, @serenpedac, and @lalizah to either play along with my nonsense or just do a regular Snippet Sunday.
For the Excerpt Extravaganza, I'm going to write (and then share, which is the Extravaganza part) a sentence (or lines, if you prefer to do lines) for every vote received by each of the fics in my WIP Poll Game, instead of just the fic that won the poll.
can't sleep, do snippet sunday at 5am. đââď¸ this is from ch3 of my zombie apocalypse AU, which is the winter chapter, and it's definitely my fave! i finished it yesterday and it's literally almost 8k long, bc i had a lot of events to tell, lol.
tagging (no pressure): @agentnatesewell, @carriehobbs, @turtleybeachin, @thee-morrigan, @hanna-writess, @l-llavellans, @wayhavenots and YOU
i'm putting this under the cut, bc of the of the depictions of violence and horror elements (also angst psychic damage, sorry). it's nothing too bad (no blood for example, but this is a zombie apocalypse fic)! but if you're sensitive, pls be safe!
âThere are too many. You have to go, Charlie. Now.â
One of the creatures reaches them, making a grab for Adam until Charlie stabs it in the forehead in mad rage. It drops to the ground on her feet and she kicks it away violently. There is a constant broken loop of this canât be happening, this canât happening, this canât be happening in her brain.
This canât be happening again.
âAre you crazy?â she pants, cold sweat dripping down from her temples. âIâm not fucking leaving you!â
âYou have to go, Charlie,â Adam pleads. They are both repeating words and sentences like there is no space for new ones to be formed.
His expression is of pure pain, itâs severe and all-encompassing and making Charlieâs rapid breaths turn into wrecking sobs. And she is so angry and afraid â that is all she feels in this fucked up fight or flight moment from all her nightmares.
This is real, she thinks. This is what is happening.
And she and Adam need to make it through.
He remains standing but just barely â he wonât be able to use his ax or protect himself like this and she isnât sure if he is able to even walk away from this.
But she wonât leave him. Not now. Not ever.
She will carry him out of this cursed place if she has to or fucking die trying.
âLike hell,â Charlie says and drags his tall and big frame behind her tiny body as two more creatures rush towards them.
I feel like this one is the perfect ending to this ask game, as it's smutty and angsty haha! One of the things I love most about this one is the way Holland and Nate affect each other, how they mirror each other in some ways. It's written so well! Another is how it touches on those book 3 comments from N that imply they expect the MC to turn. The start of this fic is truly haunting!
Thank you so much for tagging me @turtleybeachin đ
Well, it's still Wednesday somewhere, so I might as well share the wip about Captain Sung trying his best :^)
With a sigh, he closes the door.
Just my luck.
"How did you get here anyway?" As he leans against the wall, Sung crosses his arms, looking down at Yves fighting a one sided battle with his shoelaces.
"Bus."
"Bus? That's it?"
"Yeah?"
He tries not to let his irritation show, although he must be doing a very bad job of it, considering Yves's expression changing almost instantly, as if trying to disarm him.
"I mean, I had moneyâ"
"I understand that part, there's no need to explain." Suddenly Sung feels uncomfortable in his own skin, wishing he could be anywhere else. Nevertheless, the standard protocol applies, even if it's his best friend's son, even if this is not a crime scene.
"And your mother?"
"What about my mother?" Yves throws his shoes to the side and, no matter how excruciatingly painful it is for him, Sung tries to ignore the melted snow leaving a stain on his freshly washed carpet.
"Does she know that you're here?"
"I don't know? Maybe? I told her I was leaving but she never replied to me." He gets up from the floor, nervously glancing at the clock above the entrance door. "So where's your TV? Can I go now? It starts in fifteen minutes."
Tagging @l-llavellans, @agentnatesewell, @thee-morrigan, @carriehobbs, @nevira-names, @hanna-writess, @wayhavenots, @anticupid16, @serenpedac, @nreads, @sewellsheart and whoever else would like to do this. No pressure, of course đ
Nate was used to his 'eccentricities' being solitary pursuits. Neither Adam nor Mason had any interest in culinary endeavors, though they'd humored him throughout their many years together by sometimes sampling his dishes and making their best efforts not to pull faces about it. Felix loved to sample his projects these days, but would make himself scarce for cleanup and rarely did more than sample ingredients during the prep phase.
But that was fine by him; it was enough to be able to go through very old motions, to think of another lifetime multiple lifetimes ago, to hold onto what pieces of himself he could still grasp. Or at least, he thought it had been enough. But now he realized how hollow that lie had been for so many decades, so many centuries, because looking back on those solitary days in a kitchen now?
Now it made sense why Adam would always give him those sad, worried looks any time he found him in the kitchen insisting he was enjoying himself.
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Now he was enjoying himself, as he and Sai moved around one another in the spacious kitchen, passing utensils and ingredients back and forth, laughing over the usual kitchen accidents of powder-to-the-face or spilled milk and sampling their hard work straight from the bowls on the tips of their fingers. For a few hours, he'd managed to forget a few centuries of grief and heartache.
Their cake trusted to the oven, all that remained was the mess of a kitchen well-used. Sai was already shuffling around him to gather dishes into piles â he was very particular about the order in which he washed things, and was sorting the mess beside the sink as Nate wiped down the counters and quickly swept the floors. He politely did not acknowledge every time that Sai flinched and grimaced as his fingers slipped into the batter bowl while trying to balance his self-imposed chaos.
"Do you prefer washing or drying?" Sai asked, hovering anxiously near the Leaning Tower of Dishes he'd erected, one arm raised in helpless command for them not to collapse because he certainly wouldn't be able to stop them.
Nate smiled as he stepped closer, quite certain that Sai had once again forgotten he was standing next to a vampire who very easily could catch and right the dishes should they start to topple. "I'm used to doing all of it alone, so I'm happy to do any part together."
Sai looked sidelong from his careful herding of the dishes to consider Nate's polite non-response. His attention jerked back to the dishes when one spoon took a dive off its plate, but everything else obediently remained steady. "Well," he hedged, "which part do you like least, then? I'll do that for you."
Nate turned himself to fully face Sai as he rested his hip against the counter, crossing both his arms and his ankles. He tipped his head to the side and settled in for what had fast become one of his favorite types of debate â not how to handle a mission, not how to handle humans, not whether or not his fashion was a waste of space when packing,but who got to be more polite.
"Which do you like least?" He reversed the question back onto Sai with a smirk. "You are, after all, our guest, and I would not wish to be a poor host."
Sai turned from his guard duty with a laugh to mirror Nate's posture, though he failed to hold a smirk as it bloomed into a wide smile. "And yet, as the one who showed up with no warning on your doorstep asking to stay in your home for an extended period, is it not my responsibility to try to make my presence as least intrusive and most helpful in thanks?"
"But it's your home as well!" Nate pointed out amidst his own laughter. When had he last argued about house chores? When had he last had a house to do chores in? Not a house, even, but a home, full of family. "You have a room here for a reason, Sai; you're part of this team as well, and therefore cannot possibly be intruding in a space made with you in mind."
"Ha!" Sai cheered as he stepped away from the counter and gestured at the sink invitingly. "You admit this is also my home, which means I am not a guest, and therefore I have every right to choose to do your least favorite task."
Nate sighed and let his smile gentle, though it was no less brilliant for how it softened, as he considered the newest member of their teamâ the newest member of their family. He considered how Sai's face scrunched up whenever he touched leftover food on a dish, how he always physically recoiled after accidentally touching wet leftover food, how his heart rate increased and his breathing shallowed whenever he'd submerged his arms in a sudsy sink full of plates.
"Then I'd prefer to have you do the drying, if that's alright with you," Nate acquiesced and passed Sai a towel as he rolled up his own sleeves.
not yet corpses / still we rot / twc / female detective/adam du mortain, female detective/nate sewell / mature / 5.2k words in total / chapter 1/5
tagging my usual people (let me know if you want to be added or removed!!): @lalizah, @nreads, @agentnatesewell, @gaylatteart, @ottobooty, @wayhavenots, @butchdumortain
A/N: this is my twc zombie apocalypse fic!! thank you to everyone who has been encouraging in my writing procress, i hope you enjoy!
She is vaguely aware that her nails are ripping the fabric of Nateâs blood-red shirt, almost digging into his sweat soaked skin; that her parched throat is hoarse from screaming wrecked sobs that are shaking her whole tiny body.
Nateâs face is pressed against her neck and he is breathing shallowly, the wetness of his mouth touching the skin of her throat.
âItâll be alright, ya rouhi,â says Nate, clutching her arm with a gentle grip, long fingers tracing her skin soothingly and leaving goosebumps in their wake. âYouâll see.â
âI donât want to⌠to,â Charlie begins, choking on her tears, but doesnât even know herself what she attempted to say. She can barely see for how damp her brown eyes are, glistening like stars in the dark. âFuck.â
âQuite,â Nate says through pained gasps, somehow finding a thread of humour in the situation. Charlieâs fingers touch the wound on his shoulder. The creature shred through it so easily; it doesnât even look like a bite mark â there is nothing clean about it. The meat was torn apart and Charlie can see bone.
âYouâre not allowed to leave me, Nate. Not now. Not ever,â Charlie whispers against Nateâs clammy forehead. She can barely believe that this isnât a mere awful nightmare she wonât remember in the morning.
âI think that was always inevitable,â Nate says back.
âNo, it fucking wasnât,â Charlie replies fiercely, tugging him closer.
Nate chuckles, before groaning in pain. There is a moment of stillness, before he says it: âI think you should do it.â
Rook and Rebeccaâs first case together (inspired by the XFiles pilot)
Mar Button (idk what this does!)
Voting ended onDec 10, 2025
Thank you to @mornynge and @nevira-names for tagging me with this round! And everyone who tagged me quite some time ago
Taking the plunge and joining a writing group tomorrow, and please let me choose what to work on this week. Also going to take some writing advice and do an hour of prep work beforehand. Iâll promise to share something!
Some Explanations:
Historical Romance is # fate is a mischevious mistress
Weaving comes from this ask (brilliant question by @lalizah )
Thank you for your help :)
Most everyone has been tagged and/or has done this and I donât want to bug anyone :) :)
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