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Pulling from THIS PROMPT LIST I’ll be doing the 31 Days of Wayhaven, or at least giving it a good go!

All prompts will be about my Canon-Detective, Malia Corvidae (Mason Romancer, Nate BFF)

Day 006 Prompt: Bite Synopsis: When Mason meets Bobby, Malia has to think of a creative distraction, exceedingly quickly, to help Mason, Unit Bravo and the supernatural community as a whole, remain hidden from the local reporter.

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Day Six: Bite

She just wants to know where they stand, but Adam is bad at feelings and has trouble answering.

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“Why are you dragging me outside at so late an hour?” Adam complains as I pull him out onto the roof.

“Oh, I don’t want to hear it,” I scoff. “Besides, it’s not like you would be sleeping.”

“But you should be,” he counters.

Shrugging, I raise my hands in a “whatever” gesture. “Eh, I don’t sleep much, anyway. Bipolar, remember?” I remind him.

“You still have not answered my question,” he points out.

“Just shut up and look at the damn sky.” Rolling my eyes, I sit down and dangle my feet off the edge of the roof.

“You should be careful,” he warns, sitting next to me. “A fall from this height would gravely injure you.”

“I’ll be fine,” I insist. “Besides, with your reflexes, you would grab me before I even fell in the first place.” When he doesn’t respond, I turn my attention back to the sky, admiring the stars.

“What, exactly, am I supposed to be seeing?”

I sigh. “Be patient. Just wait a second.” After a moment, a streak of light traverses the sky. “There!” I exclaim, pointing excitedly. “Did you see it?”

Adam hums in response. “Is there a reason you’re showing me a meteor shower?”

“You’ve seemed stressed lately,” I explain as another comet flashes across the sky. “I thought this might help you relax.”

“I appreciate the sentiment,” Adam replies. “But I am fine.”

I bite my tongue, attempting to refrain from making one of my usual smart-ass remarks. Adam seems to notice my struggle, glancing over at me and heaving a sigh. “If there is something on your mind, you should say it.”

Scowling, I cross my arms over my chest. “You’re exhausting, you know that?”

“Perhaps you should spend less time concerning yourself with my welfare and more time worrying about your own,” he shoots back, but there’s no bite to his tone.

Sighing, I gaze up at him. “Is that really what you want?” I ask tiredly. “Because I can try, if you tell me to. I can’t promise it’ll work, but I’ll make the effort if that’s what you truly want.”

Adam frowns, looking away. “It… would be easier if you did,” he says hesitantly, “for the both of us.”

“But is it what you want?” I press.

He turns back to me, eyes pleading. “It doesn’t matter what I want,” he whispers, sounding defeated.

“Of course it does.” I give a soft smile. “If you do, then I can do that, but if not, I can keep waiting,” I admit, barely louder than a whisper. “It would be worth it. So tell me, Adam: do you really want me to leave you alone?”

“No,” he breathes, almost desperately, voice so quiet I almost think I imagined it. “No, I don’t.”

Swallowing hard, I nod, ignoring the fluttering in my stomach and trying to collect my thoughts so I can form a coherent response. “Okay then,” I say finally, turning back to look at the comets. I lean my head on his shoulder. “I’ll keep waiting.”

It takes him a moment to respond, and for a second I worry I’ve scared him off again, but then I feel him relax into me. “Okay,” he repeats, and I can’t hold back my smile.

Day Ten: Costume

Unit Bravo gets ready for a Halloween party. Laughs are had. Another self-insert, once again featuring a Nate-romancing detective. Okay, so this is wicked late but I’ve been depressed as shit and haven’t been doing anything so whatever I guess.

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When I walk into the room, Felix takes one look at me before doubling over in laughter. “Tha-that’s the b-best co-costume I’ve ever s-seen!” he gasps through his laughter, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Glad you like it,” I say with a wink, smiling.

Nate fights a smile. “It is accurate,” he notes.

“Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get prescription aviators, so I’m kinda blind right now.” I shrug. “Totally worth it, though.”

Mason enters the room and snorts when he sees me. “Nice,” he comments.

“You like it?” I grin.

Mason chuckles. “He’s gonna kill you, you know.”

“It’ll be worth it,” I say, laughing.

“What the hell are you supposed to be?” Mason scoffs, glancing at Felix.

Felix huffs, crossing his arms. “Obviously I’m Nick Fury.”

I smile. “I’m so glad I got you into Marvel movies.”

“I thought Nick Fury was supposed to be a badass,” Mason quips.

“Hey!” Felix responds in mock offense.

Mason shrugs. “Could be worse,” he admits, turning his attention to Nate with a smirk. “At least you’re not matching your girlfriend.”

“What girlfriend?” Felix mutters.

“Hey, just because Nate can pull off dressing like an actual cop doesn’t mean you have to be jealous,” Lauren teases, walking into the room wearing an orange prisoner jumpsuit. She stops next to Nate, who smiles and puts an arm around her. “Besides, at least he’s wearing a costume. It is a costume party, after all.”

“Hey, I’m wearing a costume,” Mason says, lighting a cigarette. “I’m an undercover cop.” He nods at me with a smirk, acknowledging my idea.

Lauren rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “You would give him an idea to get out of dressing up,” she says to me.

“What can I say?” I put my hands up. “I’m all for finding ways to do things with the least amount of effort possible!”

“How am I attracted to you?” I hear from behind me, and I turn in time to see Adam enter the room, looking very uncomfortable.

“Because I’m awesome and my weirdness is oddly endearing,” I tell him, shrugging as I give him a smile.

Felix takes one look at his costume and starts laughing so hard he cries. He’s joined by Mason, who is actually laughing, not just a chuckle. Lauren buries her head in Nate’s arm to hide her smile, and even Nate can’t stop the corners of his mouth from twitching.

“Sam, Adam, between the two of your costumes, this might be the best night of my life!” Felix exclaims, wiping his eyes.

Adam takes a closer look at me, his eyes narrowing. “You didn’t….”

I smile widely. “I’m Commanding Agent du Mortain!” I say proudly, struggling not to laugh. The real Commanding Agent du Mortain lets out a loud groan.

“And what are you, Adam?” Felix asks before bursting into laughter again.

Adam groans again before saying something quietly.

“What’s that?” Mason asks, smirking. “I didn’t catch that.”

“I said I’m a vampire!” Adam says sharply, turning to glare at him. Felix howls with laughter, Mason chuckling beside him.

“Come on, guys!” Lauren says, trying not to laugh. “We’re going to be late, and Tina will never let me hear the end of it!”

Adam groans for a third time, rubbing a hand over his face as everyone follows Lauren and Nate out the door. I grab Adam’s hand and lace my fingers through his, leaning my head against his shoulder. “I think you look very hot as a vampire,” I state matter-of-factly.

“I am a vampire,” he points out, frowning.

I grin. “Did I stutter?”

He shakes his head with a small smile, letting go of my hand to wrap an arm around me. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

Adam hums in agreement, kissing the top of my head as we follow the others out the door. “I do,” he admits.

I nestle my head into his shoulder, unable to keep the smile off of my face. “I love you, too, Adam.”

Day Five: Echo

Nightmares are not a new concept to Adam, but the ones involving her are.

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It’s not often that Adam has a decent night’s sleep. Luckily, he doesn’t need much, because he rarely has a night where he tries to sleep that doesn’t result in him bolting upright in the early hours of the morning, heart pounding from the remnants of a nightmare.

Lately, new nightmares have joined the mix of repetitive horrors, with many of his more recent ones involving Sam; between the events with Murphy and the recent revelation of the large Trapper bounty on her head, it isn’t hard to see why.

Tonight, he jerks awake with the echoes of her yells in his mind, having relived the fight with Murphy, the feeling of helplessness as the DMB floods his veins and the way he collapses in the street and how he hears her call after him even as he falls into unconsciousness and please don’t take her from me—

He throws the blankets off of him and rises to his feet, heading to the training room, because at times like this, that’s the only thing he can do. He has to train harder, be better, because that cannot happen again. He won’t allow it.

He punches the training dummies until his knuckles are raw and bloodied, wood splintered across the room, and still he hears her cries for him, so he pushes himself harder, because he needs it to stop, it has to stop, why won’t it stop?

Many days pass before he allows himself to try to sleep again.

Day Nine: Twilight

To Adam’s horror, Felix discovers Twilight.

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When I first met the vampires of Unit Bravo, I was determined not to use all the Twilight jokes at once so I could space it out over a period of time.

I failed to account for the possibility of one of the vampires finding out about Twilight and taking it upon himself to make every possible Twilight-related joke he could.

“But seriously, can you imagine if we actually sparkled?” Felix laughs. “I don’t think Adam or Mason would ever walk outside in the sun for the rest of their existence!”

I choke on my water. “Dude, not while I’m taking a drink!”

Adam groans loudly for at least the sixth time in the past three minutes. “I cannot believe people actually found these books entertaining.”

“I know, right?” I shake my head. “Besides, Bella was so whiny, and completely useless!”

“You mean to say that you have actually read these books?” Adam looks at me in disbelief.

I shrug. “Hey, I just wanted to see what everyone was talking about!” I protest. “And anyway, I’m pretty sure I just said I didn’t like them.”

“I know what you mean.” Nate smiles at me. “It can be difficult to stop reading, even if you strongly dislike the book.”

Mason snorts. “You would agree.” He takes another puff of his cigarette.

“I’m glad we don’t sparkle, though,” Felix comments. “I would hate to have to avoid the sunlight unless there was no one else around.”

“That would be unfortunate,” Nate agrees.

There’s a few moments of silence, and Adam begins to relax slightly, before Felix continues. “But come on, Adam, you have to admit it would be cool to be able to read minds or something.”

Adam lets out another groan. “Why are you like this?” he moans.

Felix sticks out his tongue at the commanding agent. “You love me anyways.”

“Why?” Adam laments again as Felix and I dissolve into laughter.

Day Eight: Ghost

Adam is forced to watch TV. He is not amused.

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“What are you watching?” Adam asks as he walks into the room.

“Sam’s showing me this show called Supernatural!” Felix says excitedly. “It’s basically like us if we were human and all the supernatural was evil.”

I hastily interrupt, noticing the way Adam tenses at the end of Felix’s sentence. “Not all of them are evil,” I quickly add. “But Sam and Dean hunt down the ones that kill people. It’s actually interesting to see the way the show portrays each supernatural and compare it to the real thing, now that I actually know they exist.”

“They’re hunting a ghost right now,” Felix explains, eyes glued to the screen. “Well, multiple ghosts, really. That guy is trying to keep everyone in this room because they blocked it off with salt, which ghosts can’t get past, and those guys are trying to dig up the bodies so they can burn the bones and get rid of the ghosts. Normally Sam and Dean do it, but that guy is actually a prophet except he didn’t know it so he wrote down everything he was seeing and made it into a book series, and this is actually a convention, and those two guys who are digging up the graves are pretending to be Sam and Dean because they like the books, and—”

“That is ridiculous,” Adam states, raising an eyebrow. “And you enjoy this?”

“Yeah!” Felix and I exclaim at the same time.

“My favorite is Dean,” Felix says. “He’s hilarious.”

“I like Castiel. He’s an angel,” I tell Adam. “Like from Christian theology. He joined in Season Four when he was sent to help Sam and Dean stop Lucifer from rising.”

“Except that didn’t really work out,” Felix explains. “Turns out the other angels wanted the apocalypse to happen so they let Lucifer rise, so now Sam, Dean, and Cas are trying to stop the apocalypse.”

Adam looks at Felix and me blankly. “And you enjoy this?” he repeats.

“You should watch it!” I tell him. “We can start from season one. It’s awesome, I promise!”

“Yeah, Adam.” Felix nods. “Watch it with us!”

“Please?” I plead.

Felix joins in. “Please? Please! Please please please pleasepleasepleaseple—”

“All right!” Adam exclaims, groaning. “I’ll watch it with you as long as you both stop talking.”

“Yay!” Cheering, Felix grabs the remote and goes back to the first season, selecting the first episode. Adam grudgingly sits down on the couch beside me, groaning again.

Grinning, I nudge him with my elbow. “I promise you’ll like it.”

“I blame you for this,” he tells me, frowning.

“Shh!” Felix hisses. “It’s starting!”

Adam turns his attention to the screen, rolling his eyes. I bite back a laugh before doing the same.

Day Seven: Creature

Felix finds a spider and decides to have some fun. Adam comes to the rescue. Fun fact, that story about moving to New Hampshire is 100% true.

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Climbing over the back of the couch, I let out a shout of alarm. “Get away, get away!”

Adam comes running. “Are you all right?”

Shivering, I hurry over to him to hide behind his back. “Adam, make him stop!” I whine.

Felix grins. “It’s not going to hurt you, just look!” he exclaims, holding out his hand to show me the spider he found.

“Felix, enough!” Adam barks. “Go release it outside.”

“Aw, you’re no fun,” Felix complains. “It’s all right, little guy, it’s not your fault.” He leaves the room, still talking to the spider in his hand.

Peeking out from behind Adam, I make sure Felix isn’t coming back. “He’s really gone, right?”

Adam heaves a sigh. “Yes.”

I step around to face Adam, shuddering. “God, I hate spiders.”

“You do not strike me at the type to be squeamish around bugs,” Adam notes.

“I wasn’t at first,” I tell him. “When I was two, we moved to New Hampshire, and the first night in the new house, my mom gave me a bath. My grandma, knowing I literally wasn’t afraid of anything, decided to play a prank on me and throw a fake spider into the tub, thinking it would just be a joke. Well, jokes on her, because it scared the absolute shit out of me, and twenty years later, I am still afraid of spiders. Thanks, Mammy!”

Adam’s lips twitch. “You mean to say this is all because of a practical joke gone wrong?”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I narrow my eyes at him. “Oh, go on, laugh away,” I say. “You know you want to.”

“I would never do such a thing,” he says lightly, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Yeah, right.” I give up on trying to keep a straight face and let out a laugh. “Come on, let’s get out of here before Felix comes back. We can go train or something so he won’t bother us.”

“You really do not like spiders, do you? I think this is the first time you have willingly suggested training.”

“Oh, shut it,” I tell him, walking down the hallway. “It’s not like I’ve ever hidden my aversion to physical activity.”

He actually laughs this time, and I take a moment to appreciate the sound. “You have not,” he agrees, still smiling.

I shoot him a grin. “Well, clearly all you have to do is threaten me with a spider,” I joke.

Adam nods. “I will remember that for next time,” he remarks, walking past me as I stop in my tracks, dread washing over me as the realization of what I’ve just done sinks in.

I stare after him in horror. “No, wait, I was just kidding!” I call, running after him. “Adam!”