(🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone? )
happy to <3!
i like to imagine that somewhere in the tunnels where nicos base is, follow enough half-collapsed forks and turns and theres a place juuust decayed-open enough where you can see the sky. lack of sunlight gets to even the most sewer-dweller of steps, and ive imagined after unaware-allnighter #3 he finds himself wandering there to watch the sunrise. its all very quiet and soft and completely unrealistic, but its a nice little moment i like to give him among all the angst and dread and woe
ps. not sure how canon this holds, but its something ive pictured many times for this so it is canon... to me :)
hi, if you’re still taking angst prompts, how about 4. “Get out of here! Just leave!” for whichever of your twc pairings inspires you?
thank you ginger for this one! (and for suggesting adina.) this one definitely got away from me and turned into a full fic because of the scenario I wanted to write xD.
author’s note: thank you for the request, @gingerbreton! writing in present tense was definitely weird, but hopefully the vibe i was going for still works. i was definitely feeling the angst in this one – an AU (to my AU i guess) where my detective turns but their immortal spouse dies protecting them. grab some tissues, turn off that sad music, and enjoy!
copyright: all characters, except the oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames.
series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – adam du mortain x f!detective (regina bishop)
rating/warnings: 16+; major character death, grief, descriptions of physical pain and violence/fighting
based on/prompt: OTP angst prompts // 4. “Get out of here! Just leave!” (in bold) and inspired partly by “dancing with your ghost” by sasha sloan
word count: ~2.3k
summary: an all-or-nothing stand-off between the agency against the rogues and trappers threatens regina’s turning process.
forever is just a word
it burns.
every fiber and tendon in her body overflows with hissing lava.
melting the pathways as it flows through her veins and igniting everything it touches.
veins attempting to fuse her mutated blood with searing venom.
a scream rips from her throat and reverberates against the walls.
at least, regina thinks it’s her pain echoing around her.
she can’t tell over the thundering in her eardrums and the sound of seams ripping inside her body.
everything is a foggy haze except for the tears streaming down her cheeks.
her mind wonders if she realizes she is being torn apart and burned alive.
except her skin is icy to the touch.
not that anyone is around to know that.
the fire continues to roil and spread, inching up and across her body until it molds around her heart.
and pierces it.
her fingers fly to her chest to dig her nails into the center, breaking skin and leaving red-stained crescent moons dotted below her collarbone.
and then the cold creeps in, following the path burned before it and pricking her body with thousands of icy needles.
stitching the seams and tears slowly and painfully back together.
before the pain finally recedes and all that is left is silence.
and regina opens her eyes.
the fluorescent lighting burns white-hot.
the slow beeping of a computer is shrieking in her ears.
she’s alive.
meanwhile, in the thick of the forest near the facility
adam stands at attention, hands clasped behind his back, surveying the situation with a scrutinizing eye.
ever the soldier.
except his eyes are shaking with fear, dark pupils almost edging out the green.
he knows this could be it.
their last stand.
his gaze sweeps to his right and then to his left, shoulders tensing as he counts, assesses, and runs through the odds and tactics in his head.
“just hand the detective over and no one has to get hurt,” a sinister voice rings loudly across the clearing from deep within the mass of humans and rogue supernaturals.
traitors. in every sense, philosophical and physical.
outnumbering every unit, tactical agent, and combat-ready member – supernatural or not – that the agency could pull together at the last minute.
“we know you’ve turned her. this is your last warning. hand her over, now.”
the air hums and prickles with electricity from hundreds of charged prods and batons, as the rogue supernaturals ease into their offensive stances.
a few find their way into the air and into the trees.
adam bristles but feels similar sensations vibrating in the air from his team and unit alpha on either side of him. at least he’s not alone.
he frowns briefly at the thought that regina may wake up alone, when (and he refuses to think otherwise) she survives.
“what’s going on? adam?”
he whirls around so fast he’s sure lesedi and nate heard the air around him crack. he runs over and wraps his arm around her waist to hold her steady, and she briefly closes her eyes to ease the dizziness and sudden sensitivity to everything around her.
“you survived,” he breathes, relief evident in his voice and every line in his face.
she smiles and tiptoes to kiss him softly before pulling back. “i promised i’d come back to you.”
adam brings her into his chest and buries his face in her neck, closing his eyes and trying to fill his heart with memories of her heartbeat, scent, and body against his.
“you must go,” he says hoarsely before pulling away. “this is going to be a fight unlike anything any of us have ever seen. you have to be safe.”
regina steps back and surveys the clearing, eyes widening at the stand-off. she knows everyone can see her. every eye, every weapon, every formation, is trained on and directed at her.
her gaze meets farah’s teary-eyed and relieved one, morgan’s piercing and confident one, and nate’s sympathetic and fearful one to her left before her body tenses at the determined and soft looks from unit alpha to her right.
“this is insane. we’re incredibly outnumbered, let me help,” she says once her voice seems to return to her. “adam, i’m not human anymore.”
he pulls back to meet her gaze and her breath catches at the soft green of his eyes. “you have only just turned. it is too dangerous and i will not risk losing you.”
“i’m not leaving you. i’m not leaving the team,” she argues, the intensity in her voice matching the defiant look in her eyes. “you know i can fight.”
he takes a few steps away and begins to pace, fists clenched. he knows that at any moment the rogues can attack now that regina is exposed. his muscles bulge with tension and she briefly wonders at how his shirt is still intact. adam can feel the fear clawing up his spine, across his chest, and catching in his throat before he whirls around to face her.
“you do not understand how dangerous this is. get out of here! just leave!”
he moves in real-time until he is just a hair’s breadth away, canines protruding and eyes flashing angrily. regina blinks, a little jolted by the fact that his speed is no longer too fast for her to see. he grabs her arms and starts pushing her back toward the facility.
“it will all be for nothing if they get to you!”
regina almost recoils at the volume of his voice and the tormented fear in his eyes. she twists out of his grasp and grabs his wrists, pushing them down and away from her body.
“i can’t lose you,” she yells back.
he breaks – she can see it – his eyes fold and brows scrunch in anguish and fear.
she reaches out to touch his cheek. he leans into the warmth of her touch, eyes fluttering half-closed before he pulls away.
“farah,” he says, pulling away from her touch. regina looks over and sees elidor following close behind.
“don’t do this adam. don’t leave me,” she pleads, voice cracking and tears welling in her eyes.
“i will always fight my way back to you, my love,” he murmurs, leaning down to briefly press his lips to hers. she leans in to deepen the kiss, but he’s already pulling away. “be safe. please.”
gentle hands on her arms hold her back and her eyes widen in fear. elidor wraps his arms tightly around her, holding her firmly against his chest and no amount of thrashing or kicking can loosen his hold.
“no, i can fight. i’m a vampire now, too. let me go! let me help,” her cries are desperate and loud and adam can hear every word echo in his ears.
“i am sorry, detective. it’s too dangerous, even for newly turned vampires. you don’t have control over your physical abilities yet and that makes you an easy target,” elidor says, half-dragging, half-carrying her back toward the facility with farah following closely.
“farah, please, don’t do this. you know that i need to be out there with you all,” regina begs as adam’s retreating back gets smaller.
“this is beyond you, babe. none of us want to lose you. please trust us,” farah murmurs, gently stroking regina’s cheek with her thumb.
the two vampires hold each other’s gaze, an entire conversation silently passing between them, before farah gives her a brief nod and runs back to join the team.
regina’s knees buckle and elidor lets her fall to the ground, arms still wrapped around her shoulders. she can’t shake the feeling in her gut that everything is about to go sideways.
with loud growls and roars from every direction, the rogues attack first in a wave of shimmery magic and blurring movements. grunts and shouts from the agents fill the air, but it’s clear the agency is not nearly as prepared. commanding agents across units are shouting conflicting orders to their teams and the trappers make quick work of separating agents from each other in a second wave.
even in the frenzied mess of bodies, her vampire sight zeroes in on adam, fighting back-to-back with farah against a dozen trappers. nate and morgan are barely holding their own against a horde of demons and their prod-wielding handlers. electricity thrums in the air, snapping erratically at both sides.
with every group that falls, three more seem to step into their place. regina pales as she realizes that the rogues outmatch them in every way. they move in quick, synchronized waves and aren’t holding back. her loved ones are vulnerable and the fight is quickly converting the peaceful clearing in which she spent many moments with unit bravo into a bloody battlefield.
but then she sees unit alpha and agent fuller move with ungodly speed and with a series of quick, coordinated attacks, lay waste to an entire wave of trappers and rogues. they move to aid unit bravo, easily slotting into formation as though the units always fight side-by-side.
but their opponents still outnumber them.
and the world slows to a painful crawl.
supernatural creatures of all sizes begin to corner each agent and cut them off from each other. regina holds her breath as she watches tamiko and maaka get carried away by a winged creature, tane and lesedi chasing and leaping quickly after them while fending off half a dozen trappers.
she’s lost sight of agent fuller. which means unit bravo is alone again.
a pack of werewolves growl and snap at the vampires and her stomach lurches as adam positions himself in front of his team, angling his body so he’s directly in front of farah. the wolves shift and draw themselves to their full height, easily towering over nate and morgan.
and then they attack. she can barely tell apart the team’s growls from the pack’s, the wolves outnumbering the vampires five-to-one. and given that sunlight is still filtering through the trees, she can tell they’re not healing fast enough to keep up with the barrage of teeth biting everywhere. she keeps scanning the mass of bodies while holding her breath, trying to keep tabs on the team – and then she freezes.
a group of wolves advance on farah as she steps backwards towards where nate and morgan are fending off their own group until the three of them are surrounded. and despite the worry clawing in her throat for their safety, her eyes are frantically searching for the person she gave up everything for.
he’s fighting his way through a stream of fallen bodies towards his team. blood and scorch marks mar his pale skin, and his steps are heavy as his boots crunch through flesh and fur and bone.
a scream rips its way out of her throat at the sight of supernaturals advancing towards him, accompanied by a half-dozen trappers with electric prods crackling in his direction.
“adam, behind you!”
and then she’s running – not even registering that she broke out of elidor’s grasp – and the world blurs around her as she speeds along.
fire rips through her body, but this time, the pain spurs her forward and her vision tunnels, centering around adam’s fallen form.
rage and fear intertwine in her chest and expand outward into her limbs and an unfamiliar, feral cry leaves her throat as she shoves her body through the blockade, grabbing anyone attempting to stop her and tossing their bodies aside. she screams at the electric prods digging into her stomach as arms wrap around her limbs, but she bites down with her canines until the blood-curdling screams filling the air are not her own.
she tears the flesh of her assailants apart and they fall back, howling in pain and running in fear, their weapons dropping to the ground. her own body is a blur as she attacks each of the remaining trappers, pulling their arms out of their sockets and shoving them back deep into the forest, the resulting sound of wood splintering already fading in her mind.
the remaining trappers panic and abandon their attack, tripping over strewn bodies as the rest of the units push the rogues back as well. nate and morgan are sitting on the ground, breathing heavily as their bodies begin to heal but farah is limping towards her.
regina doesn’t notice. the adrenaline is already receding, and she collapses to the ground, the smell of blood and sweat filling her nose and leaving a metallic taste in her mouth. she crawls over to adam’s still body, tears streaming down her face as she realizes he’s not breathing.
“no, no, no, no, no!”
she throws herself over his body and lays her ear to his chest and fingers against his wrist, breaking down into hysterical sobs when she can’t hear anything. and she knows she should be able to – she can still hear the damn chirping of birds in the distance and the anxious thrum of the team’s heartbeats.
“no, you gave me your word. please,” regina screams in-between sobs, pulling adam into her lap and cradling his head against her chest. “you said you’d come back to me.”
a pair of arms wrap around her waist and hold her as she cries, murmuring things she can’t register into her hair. she barely registers nate and morgan lifting adam’s lifeless body, forcing her to stand and walk alongside him. her grip around adam’s shoulders only tightens and she pulls away from farah’s attempt to hold her up.
she doesn’t see the three of them exchange sorrowful looks before they move slowly towards the facility. tears continue to stream down regina’s face onto the hand that is clutching adam’s shirt as though it might make him wake up and reprimand her for ruining another one.
“you promised me forever,” she whispers, the rest of her sobs strangling in her throat.
Thank you so much, and sorry for the wait! ❤️ Here's a little snippet from Lily's POV:
She hugged her folded knees to her chest. The abbess had been working her hard, and there was … maybe not peace, but oblivion, in the menial tasks that filled her days. An escape of another kind, prayer and chores replacing late drunken nights and sex high on spice.
A lifetime of contemplation sure as hell wasn’t she’d planned for herself, though.
Lovely to see you back! 💜 could I please request Ivy and MacCready for shippy Saturday? They’re a playful pair who can’t resist the fun of winding each other up
Ivy loves to swim. She’s a real water baby, you couldn’t keep her out of the stuff growing up. Even post-war she doesn’t hesitate to dive on in - which horrifies MacCready! - but the water doesn’t have any adverse effects on her. And she has no fear of mirelurks, which Charlie well knows 😂
WE LOVE IVY IN THIS HOUSE. I feel like Charlie would have a panic attack watching Ivy fight mirelurks, lol.
Charlie grew up in the hills of West Virginia, running around outside without shoes on, wading in creeks, fishing. She absolutely loves the water, but after a few times of getting some radiation sickness after walking in the stream at Sanctuary, she’s learned to steer clear. As you know, Charlie is Not A Fan of the ‘lurks.
Just in case you would like a prompt, I’d be very here for number 1 from the hug prompt list 💜
Thanks friend! :)
1- Hug from behind.
She wakes to a coolness beside her. Something that was becoming far too common for comfort these days the closer the end of their battle drew nearer.
The room is dark. Ellana wasn’t in her usual place hunched over maps and missives at her desk then. Her dreams had been getting worse, a fact Cassandra had had to pry out of her with a surprising amount of difficulty.
As her eyes adjust she listens to the quiet of the room in the hopes of hearing if Ellana was still there. She hears the faint whip of heavy curtains rippling in the breeze and lets go of the breath she didn’t know she was holding.
A very bad dream then. Cassandra sighs rolling out of bed. Ellana only went out of the balcony when she didn’t want to be heard because she knew how light a sleeper Cassandra was, even in the safety of Skyhold.
She can feel the chill from here Cassandra realises as she wraps a heavy blanket around herself, slipping on a pair of fur-lined slippers. She knows Ellana well enough to know it's doubtful she would have thought to put on anything more than a robe before stepping out into the night chill.
An assumption that proves to be correct when she finds her barefoot on the balcony, curled in on herself as she looks out at the mountains that frame the valley they are in.
“You’ll freeze out here Lana,” Cassandra murmurs softly into the quiet of the night, letting Ellana know she is there before she embraces her from behind. She wraps the blanket around the both of them, pulling Ellana’s cold frame flush against her own.
Ellana says nothing as Cassandra’s nose brushes against the cold flesh of her neck before she presses a soft kiss to her shoulder with an exhale that lingers in the chilled air.
She worries, but she is content in the moment when she feels Ellana rest more of her weight against her.
“It's the same one still,” Ellana whispers quietly, her breath a shadow against the moonlit mountains. It's as if she’s read her mind.
“I still wish you would wake me,” Cassandra replies, hoping that the hurt in her chest doesn’t show in her words.
“I know.”Cassandra feels the weak laugh that shakes her frame.“I just -” Ellana pauses, and knowing what she’s about to say Cassandra cuts her off.
“You’re never a bother. Or a burden. Or anything else. And you never will be,” Cassandra replies firmly. The effect of her words lessened when she shivers at a gust of wind that creeps around their ankles and under the blanket.
“But we're not having that argument out here,” Cassandra admonishes, leaving no room for argument as she lifts Ellana with ease with the grip she has around her waist.
Ellana laughs as she carries her inside and closes the door behind her with her hip. It's an honest laugh and Cassandra hopes it's enough to chase away the shadows at the edges of Ellana’s mind long enough for her to rest.
She doesn’t let go until she sits on the edge of the rumpled bed, the weight of Ellana welcome in her lap as she rests her chin on her shoulder.
“I’d ask you to promise to wake me next time but I know you won’t,” Cassandra sighs.
“Sorry,” Ellana laughs weakly, resting her head against hers.
Silence dances between them as Ellana’s breath warms her skin with each exhale.
“Cass?” Ellana mumbles quietly, and Cassandra hums in reply. “Hold me? Please?”
“Always,” Cassandra breathes, kissing the pulse beating strong in Ellana’s neck.
She shifts, making her way under the covers and opening her arms for Ellana, who clings to her like she’s a lifeline in the darkness.
As Cassandra pulls her closer she supposes she is. Or at the very least a dependable constant in her life. Where once she thought intimacy was physical, and something she tended to shy away from. Ellana helps her realise that intimacy was so much more than that. It was vulnerability, laying one's self bare for another and being accepted, flaws and all.
“Sleep my love, I’ve got you,” Cassandra sighs as she feels the limbs that Ellana has wrapped around her grow heavy. Her weight is like an anchor in a calm sea, Cassandra the safe harbour that offered her shelter from the storm of her life.
Sleep is quick in claiming her - as it so usually is these days - and Cassandra’s last thoughts are of warmth and full hearts. The faint smell of Elfroot and the feeling of security that came with it. Of Ellana. Of them. Of a brighter tomorrow.
I may have written that down without many clear ideas for what would happen during the week when UB is acting as glorified babysitters, but there are some things I want to happen:
- Day one, a few hours after going to Leah’s apartment, after she hides in the shower for half an hour wondering just how she’s going to accommodate four vampires into her daily routine, decides she needs to eat.
- She wanders into the kitchen while they all watch (not disconcerting at all) and ask if they eat, because she needs to and she can’t afford takeaways indefinitely.
- She decides on spaghetti carbonara. Nate offers to help because of course he does, Adam keeps watch out of the window, Mason makes it until she starts grinding pepper for the sauce to nope out of there, and Felix gets given the job of grating parmesan.
- When it’s all been thrown together, Nate shares a bowl and compliments Leah’s cooking (she says she can only do simple things that can be batch-cooked) and Felix tries a little bit but the flavours are too much for his hypersenses.
I also want Leah to have a day off and have an argument with Adam about not being allowed out of her own apartment, but I don’t know what she’d want to do except get out because having four vampire bodyguards who answer to your mum can get a bit claustrophobic.
