#nathaniel sewell x detective

[knuttydraws]

Two things Knutty and Detective Knut have in common: the hair and being smol. --- Still in my Wayhaven phase, don’t mind me (we’re getting back to Dragon Age soon! 😆)

[thelionheartedo3]

found me a lover

summary: Nate's tried to keep Ely's first Agency social gathering as smooth and unstressful as possible. He just hadn't thought she'd have plans of her own for the night.

pairing: Nate Sewell x f!Detective

rating: explicit. 18+ only, minors do not interact.

wc: 6.5k

Despite the familiarity he’s tried to provide, and the length of time they've been at the event, Ely’s still attracting her fair share of attention amongst the gathered supernaturals. Plenty of them come up to them to chat and ask questions, and while Nate makes most of the small talk, Ely chimes in here and there with comments of her own, her thumb continuing to smooth over his skin. It takes him in between one brief conversation and the next pause when they're left alone, empty wine glass passed off to a waiter, to realise that Ely's thumb is tracing more than just random patterns. She's tracing letters against him. He tenses, ever so slightly, looking down to her. She says nothing, her eyes skimming the crowd, but a sly smile curves her lips. H-I, she draws along his pulse.

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[lem-20]

With less than a week to go until book 3 I thought I'd reshare my Wayhaven Nate fics 💚🤎

I'm not sure I'll be writing anything this time around, but I loved writing these 😊

[schmetective]

home;

pairing: Nathaniel Sewell x the Detective synopsis: (Somewhere in Book 3,) After a night of sleep for all of Unit Bravo (humor me), Nate insists on seeing the Detective off when they leave the Warehouse for the police station. The Detective muses about home.

“Mmm,” you hum against Nate’s lips, resolve forcing you to lift your hands from his waist to his chest so that you can pull away. Your words are framed with soft laughter as you force yourself to say them. “Okay, I really have to go now.”

The rays of the summer morning sun peek through the canopy of trees surrounding the clearing around the warehouse, making Nate’s skin look as if he’s glowing. You hear Morgan’s voice somewhere in your head, arguing with no malice that Maybe you’re just that in love with him. You can hear a smirk in her voice to boot. And maybe you are just that in love with him. Your heart, let alone your mind, can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth as you gaze at the tall vampire, suddenly thankful once again that real vampires aren’t like the vampires of myth. You get to enjoy how he looks in the glow of the morning; see the soft breeze play with his brown hair like you had done earlier in the morning. You refrain from following suit now, though, because then you really wouldn’t be able to leave.

At your words, he opens his eyes slowly. Something akin to sadness swims and swirls inside the warmth of them, but he smiles gently nonetheless. For a moment, you wonder protectively with a heavy heart about what, besides you leaving, makes him sad. “Do you?” He asks, no real force behind the question. “You’re welcome to stay home for one more day, you know.”

Home. Your heart flutters when he calls the warehouse that.

You let out a soft breath of laughter, and it draws Nate close once more, nestling the tip of his nose in your cheek as his smile grows. Your chest tightens with sadness at his words— how you wished you could stay. But your town needed you. You were meant to keep them safe, and all you did was be the cause of their loved ones going missing. You wished you could stay. You wished everything was fine in Wayhaven so that you couldstay.

The thoughts have your smile fading just a bit, your gaze dropping to the ground. But the way Nate pulls you even closer to him has you forgetting them until all you’re thinking of is him.

And how you don’t want to leave him.

“Nate,” you laugh again in protest. Despite the facade you were trying to keep up, your arms find their way around his neck in a loose embrace. “I’m going to be late now…”

This time when he pulls away, he laughs. Heaves a little, albeit still dramatic, sigh.

And surely it’s meant to tug at your heart (it does).

You smile.

He smiles too.

“Okay,” he says with another sigh, running a hand over his hair, then letting it rest at the back of his neck.

“Okay?” You confirm, eyebrows raised. Feeling the chill the breeze brings along with it now that he’s no longer holding you.

As if thinking, he purses his lips for a moment then nods and smiles reassuringly. “Yes,” he says with a laugh. “Now go.”

You reflect his smile. “All right…” You take a step back. “I’ll be home again before you even notice I’m gone.”

A couple weeks ago, home was your apartment. Home was Wayhaven. Nate calls the warehouse your home. But maybe…

Maybe home wasn’t really any of those places, or maybe it was. Maybe home was him. Nathaniel Sewell.

Nate’s eyes widen when you call the warehouse ‘home,’ but soon enough, the surprise is melting into a soft, gentle gaze. He highly doubts you could be home again before he notices you’re gone— he already misses you.

And he’s tempted to tell you just as much, but instead he just squints teasingly at you as he watches you walk back towards your car. The teasing look softens when you finally stop walking backwards and turn around. He pushes his hands into the pockets of his green pajama pants to keep from reaching out for you again.

His soft words float on the morning breeze, dancing as they make their way over to you and beckon you to turn around once more just as you reach your car.

Your eyes meet his, noticing their haziness; hazy again but not with sleep… “See you soon, ya rouhi.”

… with love.

He’s got this warmth washing over you even though he’s standing yards away— something only he can make possible. It washes over you and makes you feel as if you’re melting in the best way possible. Like sinking into a warm bath after a long day or burrowing yourself under a blanket for a nap. You bite down on your lower lip, trying to keep the smile on your lips from growing any wider. Searching and failing to find it in you to speak, you nod.

You reach for the car door handle halfheartedly, giving him a little wave with your other hand. He mimics it before his hand disappears into his pocket again.

Because if he hadn’t done so, then he really would be walking over to you. He really would reach out to you and take your hand, pulling you gently out of the car so he could hold you once more. You’ve got his heart in your hands, after all. Even as you buckle yourself into your little car and start the engine. How was he to stop himself from following after it?

He catches your eye through the windshield. Faintly hears your heart thud in your chest the moment your gazes connect. A smile spreads across his face at the sound, and he lets out a breath of laughter as it does.

I love you, Nate mouths to you over the sound of your car’s engine.

——————————

“That’s gotta be the longest goodbye,” Farah says with a grin, watching from the window of the common room as the Detective’s car rolls away. She watches Nate finally turn around and make his way back inside.

“You creep,” Morgan comments, plopping herself down on a chair and sighing. “Why are you watching them?”

It’s not really a question.

“That took like ten minutes! It’s like he’s sending them off to war or something.” Farah snickers at her own joke, surely waking the commanding agent if he’s not already up and about by now (he is).

Morgan lifts her foot and rests it on Nate’s coffee table, a smirk making its way to her face. “Watch it be fifteen tomorrow.”

“Is that a bet? I think it’s a—“

“You have a gambling addiction,” comes the voice of Adam as he steps into the room.

“Come on, Adam,” Farah laughs, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms with a bright smile. “What’ll it be? I’m betting twenty minutes. Morgan’s got fifteen.”

Morgan’s gaze shifts to Adam, an eyebrow raised. The blond crosses his arms as well as he looks at Farah.

A moment of silence.

The vampires hear Nate’s footsteps as he make his way to them.

Then, Adam smirks.

“Thirty.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing!”

“Is your foot on my table?”

“Yeah right…”

[stars-and-clouds]

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[honourlight]

did a rough lil sketch and paint of my detective Sehya and her very very tall vamp bf Nate😌

(yeah she’s short short... like. this is her in heels)

tags below!

tags: @keviriass @tyrils-star @anotherbeingsworld @chaotic-ramsay-queen @openheart12 @missameliep @cingerix @my-name-is-lumien @twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for @agentnatesewell

[agentnatesewell]

Wayhaven Summer | Week Three | Day Four | Flowers

@wayhavensummer | commission by @chaaistheanswer

I love you between shadow and soul. I love you as the plant that hasn't bloomed yet, and carries hidden within itself the light of flowers. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. Because of you, the dense fragrance that rises from the earth lives in my body, rioting with hunger for the eternity of our victorious kisses ~ Pablo Neruda

[khiita]

masked for @wayhavenfrights !

you show up to the town's halloween costume party and see the detective and his impossibly handsome tree of a boyfriend dressed like this wdyd 😳

[bellarxse]

go down you blood red roses, go down (chapter three)

A failed thrust draws Nate in further than before, and in a moment their blades are locked in an embrace that entices Nate far too much, the proximity almost intoxicating. O’Connor’s blade seems to slip, and Nate dares to advance, pressing his sabre more firmly against the other.

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[ellenembee]

Research

A stand-alone fic of a "skipped" moment in The Wayhaven Chronicles books.

Ophelia heads to the warehouse for a second day of research with Nate, and while there, she finally realizes maybe Nate isn't just being friendly. Panic ensues.

"I started writing things down as it got more complex. I have quite a few questions, but I'll have to read through my notes... to... find..." She trailed off as she noticed a strange look on his face. He was smiling, so she understood he must be happy, but his face seemed... different. Softer, maybe? She dropped her gaze to the notes and then glanced at him through her lashes. "What?" "Hmmm?" Nate blinked before his smile intensified. "Oh. Nothing. Well, not nothing. I was just thinking how glad I am that we... that I met you." She licked her lips as the jitters sparked out from her chest to dance over her skin. His eyes darted to her mouth, and her heart kicked into a faster rhythm.

[thelionheartedo3]

for one brief shining moment

summary: Princess Elyse has been promised to a stranger to wed to help end a war. She isn’t thrilled by the prospect.

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

rating: mature

wc: 5.4k

chapter: 2/10

“Where are your guards?” she asks, her voice trembling despite her best intentions. Nathaniel’s lips twist up in a smile that looks more like a grimace. “My knights are at our camp.” The grimace fades as his smile warms. “The one that I mentioned but moments ago, I might add.” She wishes he wouldn’t.  Her eyes narrow at him. “Why aren’t you?”

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[lem-20]

Dreams

Fandom/Pairing: The Wayhaven Chronicles/Nate Sewell x f!detective (Kira Langford) feat. Mason

Summary: Not taking the next step in her relationship with Nate is bothering the detective more than she realises. Set after book 3 demos.

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: Mature (some swearing and sexual content)

A/N: Apparently sexual frustration is the first thing that comes to mind when I write about my detective and Nate 🤭 It may not be an issue after this one though 😏 This has taken me so long to write, I hope it's turned out okay. There may be a part 2 to this one at some point.

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Lying on the bed—completely naked—she watches him intently, her eyes wandering over every inch of him as he disregards the last of his clothes.

She swallows hard at the sight, still in disbelief that this moment is finally happening.

As he climbs onto the bed next to her she sucks in a deep breath—every part of her tingling and aching to be touched by him.

"Beautiful," he states as his eyes roam her body, before cupping her cheek with his hand.

The anticipation is too much—she can't wait any longer. Her lips crash into his and she wraps her fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him in close.

He moves his body over hers and she stares into his eyes for a moment before they continue. Those beautiful grey(?!) eyes.

Beep Beep Beep.

She flings her arm out to turn off the alarm and sits up quickly.

Her eyes dart around the room as though she's certain someone must be there, watching, knowing all about the dream she'd just had.

There's no one there of course, that would be weird—not to mention creepy.

She lets out a long breath as she calms herself, but she can't shift the niggling feeling of guilt.

Why the hell was she having a dream like that about Mason? Nate was the only man—well vampire—for her. He was sweet and kind and perfect, and Mason was...the complete opposite.

It was just a stupid dream, she tells herself, just stop thinking about it. No one ever has to know it even happened.

But that's easier said than done when you live with a bunch of vampires.

After getting dressed Kira makes her way to the kitchen for some breakfast.

The civilised atmosphere Nate had tried to maintain is long gone now that she's been there for several weeks, and Felix and Mason sit gulping down their blood pouches, definitely not caring what it looks like or who's watching.

She looks at them in turn and as soon as her eyes land on Mason the dream is at the forefront of her mind again.

She immediately feels awkward. Her heart rate increases and a blush creeps up her neck. Mason's eyes meet hers and he instantly frowns before breaking into a smirk.

She averts her eyes as quickly as possible, but she knows her reaction didn't go unnoticed.

Just then she notices that Nate is laying out breakfast for her, that was one thing that hadn't changed in these weeks—he always took such good care of her. He was the perfect host, the perfect boyfriend, perfect everything.

There was that guilt again.

"Good morning," he says greeting her with a warm smile that still makes her go weak at the knees.

"Morning," she replies and he leans in to kiss her.

As he steps back she glances across at Mason who is watching her, intrigue written all over his face.

She suddenly doesn't feel like sticking around.

"I've got loads of paperwork to catch up with at the station, so I can't stop this morning I'm afraid." She grabs some fruit and pastries.

"Okay, not a problem," Nate replies. "I'll walk you to your car."

"Or maybe I can?" Mason smirks, causing Nate to frown at him.

Ideally she'd like distance from all of the vampires right now, but she really doesn't want the situation to become any more awkward than it already is. "Okay, thank you," she replies threading her fingers through Nate's and hurrying out the door.

Luckily there's enough to deal with at the station that her dream gets pushed to the back of her mind, and it's late when she eventually returns to the warehouse.

She makes her way to the living room where she finds Nate and Mason.

Mason watches her as she enters, almost as though he's waiting to see if she reacts to him again, which instantly causes her to feel embarrassed and awkward.

"I'm just going to get something to eat," she mumbles as she turns back around and makes her way out of the room—before Nate has even had a chance to greet her.

She's not even hungry as she starts to absent mindedly open the fridge and cupboards. This was getting ridiculous. It was a silly dream that meant nothing, but she had never felt so vulnerable around the vampires, especially as Mason had seemingly picked up on something so quickly.

She's soon interrupted from her thoughts by a voice coming from behind her.

"What's the matter with you?"

She turns to find Mason casually leaning against the wall near the door, an unlit cigarette pinched between his fingers.

"What do you mean? Nothing's the matter with me." The heat creeping up her face says otherwise.

"There's definitely something going on. Apart from the obvious blush every time you look at me, your heart rate increases so much it's almost defening."

"I honestly don't know what you're talking about."

She makes her way towards the door, desperately trying to escape the utter embarrassment of this moment or hoping that maybe the ground will open up and swallow her on the way.

"Thinking you chose the wrong vampire?" he teases moving in front of her to lean on the doorframe.

"Absolutely not," she replies, insulted just by the suggestion. "Mason, please can you just let it go."

"I'd love to, but he'll notice. That's if he hasn't already."

She knows he's right and she lets out a long sigh. "It's really embarrassing, and I don't want Nate to find out about it."

"Maybe telling me will help, and I'm far too intrigued to let this go. Especially when I know it's got something to do with me," he smirks again.

She rolls her eyes at him and shakes her head. "I had a dream last night..."

"That you were in bed with me?"

"What?! Why would you just jump to that conclusion. Are you really that full of yourself?"

"But I'm right though?"

"Well yes, I mean, no. I don't know. You know what dreams are like—vampires dream right? Well I know you don't sleep much, but...anyway that's beside the point," she says trying to get herself back on track. "In dreams, sometimes things are a little fuzzy—people don't always look like they do in real life."

"How do you know it was me then?"

"Because the person I was...with had grey eyes."

"It wasn't me," he states confidently.

"And how would you know that exactly?" she asks with a furrowed brow.

"Because even dream me would've been the best you've ever had. You'd definitely remember."

She can't stop herself from letting out a laugh. "You really are sure of yourself aren't you."

He shrugs. "Just stating a fact," he replies with a hint of smugness.

"Well luckily my alarm woke me up before things really got started."

"If that's the case, then why are you being all weird about it?"

"Because I feel guilty. Nate is the only person I look at like that and I don't want to be having dreams involving someone else."

He seems to ponder for a moment as he takes a seat at the table and lights his cigarette. She seats herself at the opposite end of the table, still very much not a fan of his heavy smoking.

He catches her glancing at the glowing stick between his fingers and takes one long drag before stubbing it out in an ashtray placed at the centre of the table.

She doesn't say anything, but gives him a small smile in thanks.

"You know what I think the problem is? Nate isn't satisfying you. So dream you is looking elsewhere, because let's face it, real you is too much of a goody two shoes."

"That's not the case at all," she frowns. "Nate and I haven't even...we haven't..."

He watches in amusement for a moment as she struggles to think of how to word it, then finally puts her out of her misery. "You haven't screwed," he states bluntly. "Oh yes, we're all fully aware of that."

She tuts as she turns bright red. "Well that's just great. Thanks."

He grins at her awkwardness as she tries to compose herself.

"Has he always been like this?" she asks.

"Like what? Slow as fuck to get to the good stuff?"

She struggles to contain a laugh at Mason's crassness. "Not exactly how I would put it, but yes."

"Always. Although he does seem to be extra slow with you."

She feels her face fall.

"I'd take that as a compliment. The thing with Nate is that he'll want it to be all perfect and romantic and shit..." his faces scrunches up in disgust at the thought of all that effort. "...but he's immortal—he has time to wait, whereas you are literally decaying by the minute."

"Nice," she rolls her eyes at him, while trying to suppress a smile.

"Again, I'm just stating a fact."

She can't help but grin at him.

"If you want to do it, just tell him. I very much doubt he'll say no."

"That's not very romantic though is it?"

"Who cares about it being romantic? You're just satisfying a need. Romance wastes too much time, time that could be spent having fun."

"Well I happen to enjoy a bit of romance," she defends.

"More fool you," he smiles. "Seriously though, just talk to him before he starts to think something's wrong."

She gives him a nod. "Okay, I will."

She walks over to the door, turning back before she leaves. "Thank you."

"I would say you're welcome, but I don't want you to make a habit of talking to me about this relationship crap."

"Could've fooled me," she smiles. "I think you secretly enjoy it."

"Yeah, okay," he scoffs. "Off you go," he gestures towards the door, before lighting another cigarette.

She heads back to the living room, where she finds Nate reading alone. He looks towards the door as she walks in and instantly places the book down before standing to greet her.

"Hi," he presses a kiss to her lips. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything's fine."

"Are you sure? I feel like you've been acting a little strangely today. You know you can talk to me about anything don't you?" he says, taking her hand in his.

"I know. It's just that this particular thing is a little embarrassing."

"You don't need to feel embarrassed around me Kira. Please tell me what's on your mind."

"Well...you know how much I love our time together don't you, and I love how sweet and gentlemanly you are..." He looks mildly concerned about the direction of the conversation and she smiles to reassure him. "...But we've been together a while now and I've lived here for several weeks. I guess I just thought that by now we would have...taken the next step." She blushes for what feels like the hundredth time that day.

"Oh. Yes I know what you're saying. It's not that I haven't wanted to—you do know know that I want to don't you?"

"Yes, I mean, you do definitely want to?"

"Of course. Kira you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. The thought has definitely entered my mind on many occasions."

Her heart rate increases immediately and Nate tries to disguise a smile in response.

"I think I was waiting for a perfect moment, but the longer we wait, the more pressure I've been putting on myself to choose the right time." He pulls her in close, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I didn't mean for this much time to pass, but I'm more than happy to rectify it right now, if you'd like?"

"I don't want to ruin any plans you had," she replies, desperately trying not to jump on him right there.

He shakes his head. "I could wait for a perfect moment, make romantic plans, but in all honesty, the moment will be perfect no matter what, as long as I'm sharing it with you."

She lets out a sigh almost melting on the spot. "How are you real?"

He chuckles. "I ask myself that question about you every day."

How does almost everything that comes out of his mouth make her feel as though her heart may burst?

"Do you want to?" he whispers in her ear.

"I really really do, but I don't want it to happen just because I've said about it. That's not how I'd been imagining it."

"And how have you been imagining it?" he asks, kissing down her neck.

She closes her eyes as she enjoys the sensation. "I don't know. Just a little more spontaneous maybe."

He pulls his face back to look at her. "Okay. Now isn't the right time then, but I promise you it'll be very soon."

"I'm gonna go have a shower and probably just get into bed." It'll have to be a cold one she thinks.

"Okay, I hope you dream of me Kira," he says, kissing the back of her hand and she's almost certain that she will be.

A little while later she lies in bed tossing and turning, unable to stop thinking about him.

Her shower did nothing to extinguish the raging desire she currently has for Nate. Why the hell she didn't just drag him back to her room she'll never know. This was utter torture.

About half an hour has passed when she hears a knock on her door.

Please be Nate, please be Nate is all that's going through her mind as she scrambles out of bed.

Her prayers are answered as she opens the door to find his handsome face smiling back at her.

"Sorry Kira, I hope I didn't wake you."

"No you didn't, it's okay," she's trying to be calm and casual, but she doesn't need a vampires hyper senses to know her heart is almost bursting out of her chest. She's not fooling anyone.

"I umm," he pauses to smile, "couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Same. I mean thinking about you obviously."

He smiles broadly at her sudden nervousness.

"I know it's a little sooner than you were probably expecting, but if it's okay, I wish to spend the night with you. I don't want to wait any longer."

"Yes." She's sure it's the fastest she's ever answered a question in her life, but she doesn't care how eager it makes her seem. If she doesn't have him right now, she's certain she'll actually explode.

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His face lights up with a huge grin and she grabs him, pulling him into the room and kicking the door shut behind them.

Part 2

[s-ewell]

Hi @dierosenrot !! Here’s my gift to you for the @loveinwayhaven exchange! I had a lot of fun with this and hope I was able to do Agatha justice! ❤️

(open for better quality!)

[romaniangothic]

nate and theo bcs i have brain worms <3

[honourlight]

sehya getting nate ready for his first pride!!💖

[greyhands]

Some warmups I drew this week, featuring Nate and my (very short XD) Detective !