Purpose: to post fun snippets of fic I've thought up that I have no real desire or intentions of fleshing out fully. Essentially, this blog is to keep me from loading down my AO3 with too much nonsense. It's also where any interactive fiction/video game nonsense goes.
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(The) Arcana Game | (The) Wayhaven Chronicles | Zombies Run!
I made the switch from google docs to ellipsus a few months ago, which means I just sorta threw all my old documents into a folder to forget about. Today I was looking for a specific fic I'd been working on, and in my search, I found a little WIP I'd been working on last December on the side, just for fun. There's not much to it, but it's my favorite flavor (N/M/Detective Love Triangle) and I thought a few others may get a kick out of some of the Drama.
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âMason.â Nate says his name like it weighs on him heavily. âI love her. I am in love with her.â
Now he flinches. âWhy are you telling me this?â
âBecause I want to give you every chance to say the same,â Nate says. The words take Mason several long moments to absorb.
âThe same?â Mason shakes his head and rolls his eyes. âYouâve lost it.â
A growl rises from Nateâs throat, the sound jerking Mason up by the chin to look at his old friend. Frustration isnât a rare expression on Nateâs face, but this is definitely different.
âIf you donât, or canât, then Iâm not going to wait around forever. I will ask her to be with me,â Nate says, every word dripping with warning.
Hands shaking once more, Mason jerks his shoulder, dislodging Nateâs hand. âThen go for it.â
While the game overall is still very much in progress, I have AT LAST, finished Nat and Kira's date. From start to finish, there is probably...3 minutes of game play I'd wager. Funny how much time goes in and how little seems to come out >:T
But here it is! In all its glory. Follow that link to my itch.io. The game should play in your browser, and it's been pretty mobile friendly according to my play tester fiancee.
I've had to rejig some planning, as I realized in finishing up Nat's portion, doing Ava next will be much easier than starting Felix. So my current intentions are to 1) squash any bugs people find in Nat's route 2) create all assets for Ava's route 3) make the events and cutscenes for Ava's 'date' 4) rinse and repeat for Felix (though his date has most of the needed assets already) 5) same for Mason
I suspect I won't really have time to do anything more than Ava before my work schedule really starts ramping up next week, so we'll have to see if Felix and Mason even get made. Cross your fingers!
Thanks again @summerinwayhaven for putting this event on! It's a lot of thankless work, so I want to express my true gratitude that you took on running this event!
So, I'm down to the wire on this one, but here's what I've made so far for Felix's date in the little game I'm making.
The pool is....not super robust at this point BUT it's sort of mostly done. I've really loved spending time the past few days making Felix's room. Drawing all his little expressions was a good time as well, but I definitely need to add more!
Thanks again to @summerinwayhaven for doing this event!!
I'm still messing around trying to make a Wayhaven game in RPG Maker! My goal is to have a very simple, very cute 'game' where you get to go into Unit Bravo's rooms, click on some stuff, and have a little cut scene 'date', as either Kira or Barbie. Nothing fancy or involved, it's mostly just taking a lot of time because I'm making the assets from scratch, to varying degrees of success.
SO! In honor the first prompt for the Summer in Wayhaven event, I thought it would be cute for the date with Nat to include going to an ice cream shop! Here are some screenshots I've taken. Once the Nat date is complete I'll make a post with a link to my itch.io for the game itself so you guys can play if you want!
EDIT: I forgot to mention! Natâs outfit is based on @crownleys art of Nate and Nat in sexy summer outfits.
This...technically isn't writing, but I feel like it still fits in on this blog.
I've been tooling around in RPG maker, just trying to figure out how it works. So here's a little...spaghetti-at-the-wall game I've put together.
Currently I'm only using the assets available, but I do really hope to learn how to put in my own assets so I can make everyone look a bit more...like themselves. If I can really figure this thing out, I'd love to recreate some of my favorite scenes from book 1, or maybe my own fic? Not sure yet. In any case, I'm just eager to play with it more.
Does anyone remember plotbunnies? I feel like I'm dealing with a herd of them lately, all dragging me in different directions. I've finally managed to ignore most of them to finish this part. Also, I didn't intend for any of these 'chapters' to be longer than 2k words, but this one got hefty. That's one reason I ended up needing to cut it in half, but also because then I get an excuse to make the next part some Adam/Farah fluff <3
Anyway, here's Wonderwall.
Summary: Barbie's good at her job. She's just really, really bad at people.
Word Count: 3,791
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Book 1, Wayhaven, A few miles into the woods
âSo, you must be fromâŠthe 1700s,â Kira says. Barbie blinks, jerking her head up from the map in her hands to stare at her new friend.
âNot even remotely close,â Barbie says with a laugh. âWhat makes you think that?â
â1800s?â Kira asks.
Despite the two or so hours theyâve been hiking through the dense foliage of protected land surrounding the town of Wayhaven, Kiraâs showing no sign of being tired. At worst, sheâs a bit flushed, and even that can be attributed to the brisk wind blowing through periodically. She is, as ever, perky and bright and potentially a bit bored now if sheâs to the point of interrogating Barbie on her ages.
Barbie presses down on a smile and shakes hear head. âKira, honestly. Iâm not that old.â
âI just assumed, given the lack of GPS,â Kira says with a cheeky shrug.
Barbie laughs again, this time loud enough that Nat and Mason glance back at them. She gives them no mind though, and especially not Mason, regardless of how annoyed he is at every reminder that sheâs still there. Itâs his own fault for not saying anything when Adam paired himself with Farah to keep an eye on them from a distance. Allegedly to ensure no one gets the drop on their party. Neither of them have been close enough to see for almost an hour now.
âI am perfectly capable of using technology,â Barbie says, slyly adding, âNot all of us struggle so severely with it.â
Nat gives a quiet huff ahead that has Kira covering her mouth to stop a giggle from coming out. Eyes shining, Kira points to the compass in Barbieâs other hand.
âOkay, so why this set up then?â
Barbie carefully adjusts her hold on the map in her hand, doing her best to not damage the yellowed paper.
âFor one, knowing how to navigate without computers is an excellent skill to have and keep sharp,â Barbie says. Kira nods along. âFor another, this map is from somewhere in the 60s and hasnât been uploaded to Wayhavenâs digital database. Which, the online database is a mess by the way. Someone really ought to sort it out.â
âYou have access to the database?â Kira asks with a disbelieving sputter. Barbie nods.
âPart of the Agency partnering with the local authorities, of course.â
âOf course,â Kira mutters. With sigh, she asks, âAlright, so then whoâs older, you or the map?â
Fond as she is of the detective, Barbie still pretends to check the map for something to but a little time before she has to respond. Most of Kiraâs questions to this point have hit Barbie in something of a tender emotional area. She hasnât had to talk about or think so deeply on her condition before now, not really. Mostly she does her best to pretend sheâs still human. Over their time together these past few days though, Barbie finds Kiraâs curiosity charming more than grating. Enough so that the actual discomfort is minimal.
Still, Kira has gotten very bold with her nosiness, so Barbie gives her her best withering look. Kira holds her hands up.
âI canât help it, I want to know everything!â Kira says. A burst of fondness rushes through Barbieâs chest; had she not been exactly the same when she was a young 20-something? Learning about the supernatural world had been the greatest thing to ever happen to her back then. Itâs why she left everything else behind to join the Agency, even though theyâd been so damned reluctant. Probably mostly because of the repeated trespassing.
âI suppose it canât be helped,â Barbie grimaces. âNot after the comment you made about my vintage clothing.â
Itâs Barbieâs own fault for falling so far out of style. With her looking the way she does now though, she doesnât much enjoy venturing out amongst humans. She hasnât been shopping for new clothes before today in probablyâŠ30 years? Sheâs meticulous with her clothing care, so itâs hardly as if she needs new clothes very often, much as she used to absolutely adore shopping.
Kiraâs cheek go apple red and she stammers out, âIâIâm still really sorry about that. I love vintage clothing, my clothes are mostly Edwardian inspired but around here thatâs very strange so when I saw someone else who might have my same hobbyââ
Barbie shifts the compass and map to one hand so she can give Kiraâs shoulder a squeeze.
âI am teasing you,â Barbie assures her. âIn a friendly way.â
âRight, of course.â Kira runs a hand over her hair.
âFucksâ sake,â Mason snaps, turning to approach with a glare. âCan you focus on the fucking mission for once? Iâd like to get this done and over with.â
âI am currently navigating us,â Barbie says, nose wrinkled as she waves the map at him. âItâs not as if youâre doing anything productive, unless you count stomping around like a maniac.â
In a flash, Nat is there, seamlessly sliding herself between them. Her presence alone gets Mason to take a half step away, and the look she gives him seems to convey some sort of message that gets him to lower his hackles.
To Barbie, she asks, âAre you certain this is the way to Murphyâs base? Weâve been at this for quite some time without seeing much.â
Barbie pauses to consider her answer carefully, as this was the question she was hoping no one would ask. Being known as a bit of an investigative genius usually does a lot for her ability to work without being questioned. Having not worked with Unit Bravo in such a long time has clearly deteriorated their faith in her abilities though. As much as it makes sense, she still resents that this particular doubt has come from Nat, and in front of Mason no less.
Thereâs nothing for it, she has to answer.
âI heavily suspect so,â she replies. It is, unfortunately, the most honest answer she can give, as well as the only one she can risk with Mason staring at her.
Natâs eyes fall shut and she takes in a quiet breath. On the exhale, she opens her eyes with a pleading look.
âWhat do you mean by heavily suspect?â Nat asks. Mason growls with irritation, stomps closer, and snatches the map right out of Barbieâs hand. She squawks indignantly.
âBe careful with that! Itâs very old, and I need to return it in perfect condition so no one knows I took it!â Barbie shouts. Kira gives Barbie a look of exasperation.
âYou stole city property?â Kira asks, hands on her hips. Her eyebrows draw close together, mouth set in a shallow frown. Then, one eyebrow lifts incredulously. âHow exactly would they know you took it?â
âWell, I signed in before going into the records office, of course,â Barbie says, waving her off. Kira lets out a short, amused laugh and shakes her head, making the long strawberry blonde rope of hair braided down her back swing back and forth.
By this point Mason is done poring over the map and tosses it back at her. Barbie scrambles, just barely catching it. He turns to Nat and says, âThereâs no buildings within 15 miles. Waste of fucking time.â
âI know what Iâm doing,â she insists. âEven if thereâs no building on this map, that doesnât mean there isnât something there. I have a very good feeling about this area. All my research has given a strong impression that thereâs a building or hub of some sort out here.â
Nat and Mason share a look that she doesnât like one bit. With care, Nat says, âPerhaps weâd be better off returning to town for now and doing a bit more research beforeââ
âIâm not going back,â Barbie snaps, furious. There is little she hates more than being treated like an idiot. âIf you want to go, then go. I donât need any of you to do my job.â
âYou donât seem to need anyone,â Mason says, crossing his arms and leaning against a tree trunk.
Heâs right. Absolutely right. Barbie doesnât need anyone, particularly him. Despite the truth in his words, sheâs still pretty ticked off about it.
âAlways a smart ass comment, never a smart solution,â Barbie shoots back. He growls, baring his teeth, but no fang. Kira gets between them, blocking her view of herâŠof Mason.
Kira brushes her fingertips down Natâs sleeve, just briefly, before dropping her hand back to her side. Nat startles at the touch, her eyes wide, throat working. Barbie doesnât remember Nat ever being quite so touch averse. Then again, things happen even when one isnât around to witness them. Perhaps Natâs gone through some sort of ordeal again. Like when that gorgon dumped her the week of Valentineâs day.
Kira says, âIâd like to see this through. Barbieâs been working on this for a while. Even if she doesnât have concrete proof, I think sheâs probably onto something. Besides, Iâve grown up here my whole life and I still find places Iâve never seen before.â
Nat chews her lip, no doubt unsure of making such a call without Adam there to hold her hand. As if she can hear the thought, Nat glances to Barbie, which makes her feel immediately ashamed. Even if sheâs horribly irate today, thatâs no reason to bite Natâs head off about it. Nat is lovely, even if her team could use a bit of polish.
Taking a steadying breath that somehow makes her feel lightheaded, Barbie says, âI truly have no problem pursuing this on my own. If I find something, Iâll call and mark it on the map for the team.â
âAnd if you find the rogue?â Mason asks. Barbie presses her lips into a hard line, her heart giving a weak jolt. Itâs a possibility she has been willfully ignoring thus far.
âThat would be...less than ideal,â Barbie says, but offers no real plan of action for that potential situation. Mostly because she has no idea what sheâd do. Experience says sheâd likely freeze up on the spot, but the optimist in her hopes sheâd at least attempt to run away, for all the good it would do her.
Fear settles in her chest, but even so, she finds her desire to prove her theory on the rogue dubbed Murphyâs hideout. What heâs doing to people would require him to have some sort of steady base where heâs storing his equipment and a source of electricity. Anywhere like that would maybe even has his notes on what procedure heâs attempting.
âSo youâre looking to get yourself killed,â Mason accuses.
Barbieâs fingers tighten on the map and she frowns deeply. Much as she hates her life every single second of every single day, rarely has she considered ending it. The very thought terrifies her. Besides, her brother would be left alone at that point, and she can hardly excuse doing that now.
âKiraâs right,â Nat says at long last. She smiles down at their dear detective. âItâs worth trying. We lose nothing either way.â
âExactly,â Kira says happily, her pulse beating just a bit faster as she and Nat share a long look. Itâs really lovely to meet someone as friendly as Kira. Itâs also lovely to have someone on her side when Unit Bravo seems so primed to be against her. âOkay Babs, where to?â
She turns around and holds the map up so Kira and Nat can see it over her shoulder. Though she didnât dare use pencil on the old paper, she traces the mental line she had drawn of their path with the tip of a fingernail.
âThis way,â she says. Kira hums.
âBut where exactly are we heading?â she asks. Barbie curves the line sheâs drawing, bringing it around in a slow loop before tapping on the spot where Murphy is most likely hiding. Kira gives her a questioning look and says, âWeâve already passed that.â
âYes butâŠâ Barbie trails off, suddenly choked up by the realization that they all think sheâs messed this whole thing up. They must think sheâs an idiot, and a stubborn one at that.
Itâs true that the path sheâs chosen is massively inefficient. Theyâll end up hiking nearly an hour longer than if they take the straightforward path. She has no evidence or reason to continue going around the suspected base other than this deep, gut feeling she has. Itâs bad enough that she also has no evidence or reason to believe the base will be where she says it will be.
Gut feelings and instincts arenât Barbieâs strong point. She canât trust her own first reaction to most things, as her knee jerk reaction is almost always an illogical one. Freeze in place when threatened with danger. Faint at the sight of blood. Lash out and isolate herself during the hardest transition period of her ever elongating life.
Trying to ask the three of them to put their trust in her to go out to this area is already pushing her luck. She knows she wonât win them over on taking the illogical path as well. So she gives that one up. Her eyelid twitches.
âOf course. That makes sense. Weâll take the shorter route,â Barbie grits out.
She canât quite bring herself to relinquish the map, but Kira doesnât need one to lead the way. Itâs clear in the way she moves through the foliage and barely-there paths that sheâs familiar with every rock, tree, and bush they pass. She seems so entirely at ease that Barbie feels a sharp stab of jealousy; has she ever felt so comfortable? So certain in both herself and othersâ belief in her?
Well, perhaps in herself. Barbie can hardly help thinking sheâs often right.
As they grow closer, Barbieâs chest feels tighter. Her heart picks up itâs pace and her limbs feel shaky. Sheâs reminded entirely of the way she feels when she knows sheâll have to drink soon, an unpleasant reminder that only makes the tumultuous feelings bubbling up inside her all the worse.
âAre you alright, Barbie?â Nat asks. Barbie pulls her new hiking jacket more securely around herself and scowls. Worse than feeling like this is having anyone else notice or, God forbid, comment on it. She already hates being seen like this, let alone inspected.
âI am fine,â she says, hearing the robot way it comes out with no ability to change it. Kira glances over her shoulder, slowing.
âDo we need to stop?â Kira asks with so much concern it makes Barbie want to fold herself up and get stuffed into an envelope.
âNo, I am fine.â
Mason snorts. âWhat, being told youâre wrong sending you into some kind of shock?â
âOf course not,â Barbie says, attempting to sound unbothered, just as she has since she arrived. Her facade is slipping more and more with each attempt though. âIâm more than aware that I amâŠwrong about things, at least as much as any other person.â
Masonâs grin both irritates and excites her. âAll said without gagging or anything. Good job, swââ
âWould you shut up?â she snaps. Thereâs pressure in her gums, around her canines, so she grits her teeth to try and hold back the fangs that desperately want to show. Even after such a long time bearing this existence, she hasnât managed to gain the control she should have over her own body, and itâs always horribly embarrassing to be caught with her fangs out. It doesnât help that her stomach is starting to ache with hunger.
Perhaps this is why sheâs feeling so odd. It may be that ignoring her bodyâs signals is easier in the comfortable, familiar environment of the archives. Out here, everything prickles.
Nat presses her mouth into a hard line, then turns and says, âMason, perhaps you can drop back a bit and take up the rear?â
Shockingly, he does so, letting Barbie step past him without commentary. Probably heâs delighted to be left alone, where he doesnât have to so much as pretend to care for anyone but himself. Perhaps thatâs why he was picking a fight with her, hoping Nat would separate him from the rest of them. She wouldnât put it past him.
Her irritation distracts her for a while as they walk, kept well fed by the feeling of Masonâs eyes boring through her head. Eventually though, that odd not-right sensation from before returns with a vengeance. She hesitates, glancing in the direction of the path sheâd wanted to take, where the not-right feeling didnât exist.
âSo,â Nat says brightly, her voice reminding Barbie to keep up. Thereâs no point in her going down any other path than the one the team has decided to follow. Despite her earlier declaration, Barbie doesnât actually fancy getting lost out here alone, even if sheâs technically one of the scarier things in the forest. Barring every other vampire within a 50 mile radius, of course.
Kira glances her way (which is a bit to the left and quite a lot up) and says, âSo?â
âRight, um. Sheâs doing well,â Kira says with a bit too much effort. Turning to look ahead for the right direction, she adds, âWe havenât spent much time together since I got back from the Agency.â
Nat hums. âYes, I imagine weâre keeping you too busy.â
âI guess so,â Kira says with a shrug. âItâs also partially because sheâs too nosy for her own good. If I spend more than five minutes with her she starts badgering me for information on you, the investigation, the victimsâŠâ
âAh.â Natâs expression twists into something sorrowful. âThat must be very hard. You shouldnât have to hide such things from the one you love most.â
âThis way,â Kira says sharply, jamming a finger ahead. âJust down this slope.â
Slightly hidden by some unruly blackberry brambles is a narrow decline down to the forest roughly 15 meters below, and not far from their destination. There are rocks of various sizes, from basketball to Kiraâs car sized. The ground is uneven, mostly held together by tangled tree roots and a prayer. There are plenty of flat, foot sized spots that create a horrible staircase downward. Barbie sways very slightly on her feet and has to look away.
Nat looks down. âHm. Itâs a bit damp.â
âDamp is hardly the worst part of this,â Barbie says, unable to even feign a hint of enthusiasm. Kira waves them both off.
âOh youâll be fine, youâve all got way longer legs than me. You can probably just go from step to step, while Iâll have to shimmy down the rocks.â She says this with a bright smile, as if sheâs actually quite looking forward to the climb. Barbie is desperately fascinated by their detective, but there is undeniably something wrong with her.
Nat steps up, brows creased. She reaches out as if to touch Kiraâs shoulder, but doesnât. Oddly, she simply hovers her hand over her shoulder instead. Kira reacts just the same as if Nat has touched her though, glancing all the way up at her with a questioning look.
âI think I should go first,â Nat says, then gives a soft, smooth smile. The same one that usually leads to her getting whatever it is sheâs asking for. Her brown eyes sparkle with warmth. âJust to be safe.â
Kira steps aside, gesturing for her to go ahead. âAlright, Iâll follow you then.â
Natâs smile falters for the barest second before she steps past them to lead the way.
âAnd Iâll follow you,â Barbie says, giving the path a nervous look. Sure, even if she does fall from this height sheâll be just fine. It wonât kill her, not even close. That doesnât make her any less wary of pain. Sheâd thought, back when she first turned, that her fear of pain and injury might fade over time. After all, Unit Bravo never seemed to let such things deter them when she worked with them. But no, she still winces and flinches at even the barest hint of pain or danger. It seems they are simply very different creatures than she.
Kira reaches a hand out, palm up. Mystified, Barbie tentatively places hers on top of it, blinking as Kira laces their fingers together.
âIâve got you,â Kira promises.
Brave Kira. So delicately human, but so unafraid. So sure of herself. Barbie canât help a smile.
âThat reassures me a little,â she admits. Kira gives her hand a squeeze.
They proceed that way, with Nat in front, the Kira and Barbie, and just behind them Mason. He drops carelessly from step to step with his hands deep in his jacket pockets. Despite how he lumbers around, Mason is actually quite nimble. Heâll certainly be bored waiting for the rest of them to tiptoe their way down.
The next step is quite steep, far enough down that Barbie hesitates to let herself down. Kira smiles up and holds her hand out again.
âYou can lean on me,â Kira says, encouragingly. Barbie has to remind herself not to bite off her lipstick. Nat turns, blanching.
âPerhaps I should help,â Nat says, walking back up toward them. Kira looks over her shoulder at the other woman, a scowl threatening to show on her face.
âItâs fine,â Kira assures her.
Barbie, embarrassed and upset. Undeterred, Natalie, itâs fine.â
She can handle being given a hand down, for fuckâs sake. Itâs like they all think sheâll black out and go insane with bloodlust from simple proximity. Foolishness.
Undeterred, Nat hurries as Barbie borrows Kiraâs strength to step down. As Barbieâs new boots find solid ground, Nat jumps up onto a nearby boulder, green with moss. Very slick moss.
Kiraâs eyes widen. She releases Barbie and turns toward the other vampire. âNatââ
Nat seems to realize her error just a moment after Kira, her shoe slipping and sending her off kilter. Knowing sheâll be fine, Barbie doesnât move at all to help. Unfortunately, Kiraâs all-too-human instinct to help kicks in, and she jumps down to the next stone, her hands striking out to fist in the front of Natâs leather jacket.
For a moment, it seems that Kiraâs efforts will pay off. Her shoes slide forward as Nat manages to keep her balance long enough to grasp at a low hanging branch near Kiraâs shoulder. For a moment, they hang there, barely more than their toes holding them in place.
Thanks to @grapecaseschoices for tagging me! I want to tag @swordsandspectacles @mysterycyclone and @crownleys
I'm still chugging away on Vampire Divorce Court. I was struggling with it for a bit, but after reworking the outline (and realizing I'm not 80% done with Book 1 the way I thought I was) it feels a lot smoother. Here's Barbie leading everyone on a wild goose chase!
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âWhat do you mean by heavily suspect?â Nat asks. Mason growls with irritation, stomps closer, and snatches the map right out of Barbieâs hand. She squawks indignantly.
âBe careful with that! Itâs very old, and I need to return it in perfect condition so no one knows I took it!â Barbie shouts. Kira gives Barbie a withering look.
âYou stole city property?â Kira asks, hands on her hips. âHow exactly would they know you took it?â
âWell, I signed in before going into the records office, of course,â Barbie says, waving her off. Kira lets out a short, amused laugh and shakes her head, making the long strawberry blonde rope of hair braided down her back swing back and forth.
By this point Mason is done poring over the map and tosses it back at her. Barbie scrambles, just barely catching it. He turns to Nat and says, âThereâs no fucking buildings within 15 miles.â
Vampire Divorce Court - The Real Monster is the Friends Who Divorced Us Along the Way
[drags self in] I did it...
Life has been a bit all over the place. I've had this one written for a while, but I've been letting it marinate because I wasn't super happy with how I had it. I did make a few little revisions tonight and I like it more now, but I do still find there's just....there's SOMETHING here that I want to wiggle around into a better configuration.
Maybe I'm just craving a Farah/Adam scene and have yet to really write one. Making a note to self to add one in soon.
Summary: Farah doesn't know what to make of Barbie, but sometimes the best way to see inside a wasp's nest is to hit it with a baseball bat at Mach Fuckthousand.
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word count: 2,221
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Book 1, Wayhaven, Martyâs Outdoor Store and Bike Rental
Wayhaven is completely, ridiculously boring. Alaska wasnât exactly much better, but the lack of humans meant Farah didnât have to think so hard about pretending to be human. Wayhaven has enough humans around that Farahâs always got to be thinking about which behaviors are too strange for humans to shrug off. Itâs totally exhausting.
At least the store theyâre in now isnât super busy. The owner is around, heâd poked his head out when they came walking in, only to tell Kira to knock on his office door when they want to check out. Then heâd disappeared inside said office, followed by the sounds of a TV coming through the door. Other than that though, itâs just Farah, Kira, and Barbie in the whole store.
Apparently, this store is meant specifically for doing stuff outside, liking hiking and fishing and stuff. Farah still canât get over how much stuff there is on Earth. It seems like humans are always buying things. She goes to a display of sunglasses, spinning it around until she finds a pair of dark aviator style sunglasses. Her reflection is grinning back at her in the opaque lenses.
âAre you going to get anything?â Kira asks, appearing beside her. Farah looks around at the various displays of clothes. Mostly a lot of boring shades of orange, brown, and gray, unflattering fits, and that awful plastic fabric that makes the worst sound imaginable when it touches itself. Farah wrinkles her nose.
âNah, I think Iâm good,â she says. Kira presses her lips together, but Farah can feel the humor radiating off her.
Even if Wayhaven isnât Farahâs favorite place, Kiraâs definitely worth sticking around a while longer for. Sheâs even called Farah her friend a few times.
âI feel very much the same,â Barbie says from a few feet away as she picks through a shoe display the same way one might pick through a bush for scorpions. She holds up a pair of chunky brown boots and sighs. âNone of these are veryâŠin line with my style.â
âItâs not really about style though, is it?â Kira walks over to help Barbie, Farah hanging back to casually continue browsing the sunglasses. She meant what she said about not buying anything though. If she did buy sunglasses, sheâd have no excuse to steal Adamâs, which would really kill one of her favorite sources of fun. Looking at the sunglasses does give her the excuse of not helping with Barbieâs current dilemma though.
While the past few days have been absolutely mindnumbingly boring with basically nothing to do other than hunch over the same old files and pictures again, Farah hadnât really jumped at the opportunity to accompany Kira to help Barbie find clothes for their upcoming hike through Wayhavenâs vast woodland. Normally she loves a side quest on boring missions, especially with someone fun like Kira. The addition of Barbie definitely put a damper on the prospect though.
Apparently, Barbie hadnât bothered bringing anything other than two pairs of heels, several tight dresses, and a few suit jackets for this trip. Not that Farah has anything against her sticking to her personal fashion style. None of Unit Bravo (save Adam) really has anything that would be particularly outdoorsy either, but none of them would be thrilled to run around outside in one of Barbieâs usual outfits. Seeing Adamâs expression as Barbie explained theyâd have to wait for her to find new clothes before the outing sheâd demanded to go on was really freaking priceless. She laughs to herself even now just thinking about it.
Though Barbie has provided Farah with a bit of unintentional entertainment, Farah doesnât really know what to make of her either. Farah had opinions on Barbie before they met, based on what sheâs been told about her. The woman herself hasnât done too much to disprove what anyone has said about her. Adam finds Barbie irritating and egotistical, but apparently his opinion on her has been exactly that since before she left Mason. Nat likes Barbie, but sort of diplomatically avoids actually saying much about her. Mason doesnât talk about her at all. He doesnât really like when anyone else does either.
âThese should be suitable,â Barbie says, twisting her heel around to look down at the clunky brown boot wrapped around her foot. Her nose is wrinkled, because itâs a truly ugly shoe. She then looks up and around. âI suppose clothes will need to be next.â
âSure you donât want to do some shopping too?â Kira asks Farah playfully. Farah grins.
âNah, I couldnât step on your fun,â Farah says with a laugh. Kira gives a shake of her head, then goes off to link arms with Barbie, leading her over to the pants. Farah follows, because sheâs supposed to, but also because if she has to babysit their special little human, she may as well get a better read on Masonâs ex.
She knows how everyone else feels about Barbie, but BarbieâŠwell, sheâs a bit of a tangled mess. OrâŠLess of a mess and more like a beehive, zipping around looking for a bear to sting. Itâs hard to get past all the buzzing to figure out whatâs going on past it.
What she did to Mason was pretty awful. Thereâs a lot that can get under his skin, but very little that inspires actual hurt. He doesnât care about most people enough for that. So what is it about Barbie that let her wiggle in so close to his heart? And why would she break it?
Thereâs a low buzz from behind, and Kira says, âOh, this is Tina.â
âDuty calls?â Farah asks, turning. Kira, phone in hand, gives a tired sigh and smiles, then jerks her thumb behind her.
âIâll just be over there to take this,â she says. Then haltingly, she adds, âMaybe help Babs? She seems to be struggling.â
Farahâs expression falls. âOh, uh. Yeah.â
Kira swipes a finger across her phone to answer, then hurries away as she says, âTina? Everything okay?â
Technically, Kira isnât in charge of Farah. She doesnât have to help Barbie. Thereâs not exactly anything else to do though, and listening in on another report from the police station sounds even more dull than watching Barbie move hangers on the same rack again.
As she approaches, Barbie pulls out a tan button up and hums.
âThe green one you just had is better,â Farah says, causing Barbie to yelp and drop the shirt. She lays a hand over her heart, which is beating almost as fast as it should now.
âGood Lord, donât sneak up on me,â Barbie chastises before bending down to retrieve the shirt.
âWhat, you didnât hear me?â Farah laughs. Humans not hearing, sure. But Barbieâs just about as much a vampire as any of Unit Bravo.
âClearly not,â Barbie grumbles, returning to her slow, slow, slow shopping process.
âIs it because you donât drink blood?â Farah asks. The metal hanger Barbieâs sliding makes a gut curdling skreeeeech.
ââŠProbably,â Barbie replies, a twitch forming near one of her eyes. Farah tilts her head.
âSo why donât you then?â Farah asks. Barbie pauses. âYou know. Why donât you drinkââ
âHas no one told you to mind your own business before?â Barbie hisses. Farah grins.
âSure. Iâm terrible at it though. I heard you are too,â Farah says with a chuckle. âThough, that was before your grand transformation.â
âGrand is a word for it.â Barbie shudders. Farah frowns.
âSurely being a vampire isnât that bad,â Farah says. âDo you just refuse to drink because you want being a vampire to be a terrible as possible, to justify what you did to Mason?â
The buzzing of Barbieâs emotions turns into a low roar, crackling with electricity that leaves a tang in Farahâs mouth.
Barbie slams the hanger in her hand back onto the rack, turns to Farah, and draws herself up to her full height. She is tall, but itâs still not terribly intimidating considering she looks like a stiff wind would crack her into a hundred pieces. Not to mention she has to pause to push her fake glasses up her nose.
âStop talking about Mason,â Barbie demands. âStop asking about me being like this. I donât have a problem with you yet, but you are on your way to creating a problem.â
This feels like vindication, at least a little bit. Barbieâs been so detached about everything, especially about Mason, or least seemingly so. Now sheâs being sort of honest. She cares somewhere in there.
âYou definitely do have a problem with me,â Farah points out. Barbie frowns, ready to argue. âI mean, Iâm a monster too, arenât I?â
That comment has stuck with Farah since they first met, and though sheâs tried to move past it, it just wonât dislodge no matter what. So many people see Farah that way, and her team, without even getting to know them. Just because of what she is. It doesnât feel any better coming from another vampire.
Barbie flinches back, then growls.
âYes, yes you are,â Barbie says. âA monster. Just like Murphy. Just like Adam.â
Something snaps in Farah at that. âJust like you.â
âExactly!â Barbie yells.
The already quiet store goes absolutely silent. Even Kira, who was in the middle of a sentence on the phone, cuts herself off.
Barbieâs chest is heaving. Thereâs an odd, crazed look in her eyes. She slaps a hand over her mouth and turns away, but not before Farah catches sight of her fangs. Either Farah really managed to piss her off, or she has absolutely zero control over them. Either seems pretty likely.
A long, slender hand lands on Farahâs shoulder, giving a light squeeze.
Nat says, âI think thatâs enough.â
âYes, it is. I apologize,â Barbie says, the words muffled against her hand. She takes in a shaky breath. âIâll be over there.â
She goes off, high heels clicking off beat. Farah watches, frowning still as she shakes Natâs hand off. Nat sighs.
âFarah, please donât antagonize Barbie about this,â she pleads.
âShe isnât even trying to cope with it,â Farah says. She shakes her head, then looks up to Nat. âWas this how she was about vampirism when she and Mason were married? Like, before?â
Nat shakes her head, sadness clinging to her like raindrops. âNo, it isnât. She used to be fascinated by vampires, along with any other supernatural beings.â
âMakes sense,â Farah says with a sigh. âI doubt sheâd have been so tight with you guys otherwise.â
Nat makes a soft noise of agreement. âI didnâtâŠSheâs changed a lot, since then. If Iâd known the state sheâs in, I might not have suggested we ask her for help."
âShould she go back to France then?â Farah asks. A brief feeling of concern floods her, taking Farah off guard. Maybe she shouldnât be surprised. Sure, Barbieâs cold and mean and hurt her friend, butâŠsheâs clearly really going through it. Being here doesnât seem to be helping. Nat turns and Farah follows her gaze, all the way to where Kira is standing with Barbie, a hand rubbing her back gently as they talk. She could listen in if she wanted, but Farah focuses instead on Nat.
âTheyâve bonded quite well,â Nat says with a small, tight smile. âBarbieâs hard to dislodge from the people she cares for. I doubt sheâd go back even if we told her to.â
âIt canât be that hard,â Farah says pointedly. Nat shakes her head, but doesnât fight her on it. Farahâs not really keen on arguing anymore either. âWell, at least I can say I donât blame Barbie there. Kiraâs pretty great.â
âDo you think thatâll be a problem for her fiancee?â Farah asks. Nat scoffs and waves a hand delicately as if to shoo the very notion away.
âI highly doubt Kira has eyes for Barbie,â Nat says, a little too quickly. Farah grins, but suddenly Nat is refusing to look at her.
âRight, because sheâs got them for someone else,â Farah says. Nat doesnât respond. Fair enough. Farah gives her a break, if only because that whole thing is probably going to get really messy. Well, it would, if they werenât leaving Wayhaven as soon as they track down Murphy.
A pang of sadness has Farah blinking hard; she doesnât actually want to leave. As boring as this town can be, Farah has gotten used to the dynamic Kira brings to the team. She likes seeing their detective every day. Kira even likes some of the same TV shows Farah does, and itâs WAY better watching stuff with someone else than by herself. Plus, sheâs funny and tough and great to hang around. Itâs going to really suck not seeing her anymore.
âIâm gonna miss her,â Farah admits. Nat puts an arm around her and draws her in close.
âIt will certainly be hard to say goodbye,â Nat says, sounding melancholic. âItâs for the best though. She deserves to live a normal life. Once sheâs safe, itâs best if we leave her to it.â
Farah leans against her, wondering how many times Nat has told herself that in the hopes of believing it eventually.
I just reblogged a post on my main that made me immediately start hallucinating another Barbie/Mason AU. I'm not actually writing it all out here but I am throwing the concept down so I can come back and chew on it later.
Barbie and Mason meet one another a hundred or so years ago, both human. They butt heads at first, but through a shared interest (music, considering Mishka said some time ago that M can play an upright bass and Barbie plays piano and drums) manage to find harmony. I don't think they ever manage to get married in this one, but they have a ton of sexual tension that they probably manage to release one time.
Because after that, Mason just...disappears. No one knows where he went, what happened, nothing. Someone suggests he ran off because he and Barbie finally sealed the deal and he wasn't interested in making an honest woman of her. 1) Barbie doesn't buy that and 2) she's never known when to leave well enough alone. Plus, she's always had an interest in the occult, so she definitely starts digging into it. Maybe there'd even been rumors recently of some strange happenings, so she's already got it on the brain.
Somewhere in the next few decades, she finds her proof that the supernatural world exists and supernatural beings live among humans. She finds the Agency, but they just try mind wiping her. Maybe succeed. I've always liked toying with the idea of Barbie, no special blood to help her, managing to undo any mind wiping through pure spite.
Well, knowing the Agency won't help her find her lost lover, she seeks out a supernatural who can turn her immortal. She's in her 70s now for god's sake, it's only getting harder to do this shit and she knows any kind of change will just be riskier as she ages. There's no way she risking dying before solving this mystery either. So, she turns. Probably into a fairy.
And she continues looking. Eventually, there's a lot of murmuring in the supernatural community that people are moving into Wayhaven, a little town in Nowhere, Massachusetts (which is where @crownleys and I like to imagine it). Intrigued, Barbie decides to scope it out. Being in the middle of Book 3, she ends up snatched by some Trappers and sold to the auctioneer. Sucks, but then she's busted out! Yippie!
And as she's biting the head off someone from the Agency about them being gatekeeping, hamfisted, short sighted assholes...she looks over and sees him. After almost a hundred years, that's Mason. That's the man she fell in love with, lost, and spent all this time looking for.
She IMMEDIATELY books it out of there.
At a certain point, she had to stop mourning Mason even as she looked for him. She stopped feeling wretched, she stopped feeling like she was dying whenever she thought about what might be happening to him (or thinking that he may well just be dead at this point), and she just started living. Sure, she made it her life goal to find him, but that's just kind of Barbie. She's like a dog with a bone. She doesn't let go.
Now though, she has to face the fact that she...kind of already got over all of this. She hadn't actually considered what she might do when she finally finds Mason. Especially because, in her mind, if he's alive...why didn't he ever try to find her?
She does still move to Wayhaven. A nice little house, small yard, small garden. She takes up some work with the library and starts vaguely plotting out how she could oust the mayor.
At some point, before book 4 starts, she runs into Mason again. She's surprised it hasn't happened before, but Mason's not much into townie life. She bolsters her courage and approaches him, ready to hear from the horse's mouth exactly why he disappeared all those years ago.
Naturally, Mason's like "who the fuck are you". It doesn't take much for Barbie to realize his memories have been fucked with, Mason's extremely weirded out, then practically panics upon realizing she knew him from before he was a vampire. He does not want her to somehow break the walls in his mind. I imagine Unit Bravo isn't too far off, Nat and Ava managing to separate them, even as Barbie's SHOUTING at Mason, very much hoping to make him remember her.
The Agency is naturally furious, they didn't realize Barbie had gone and turned immortal. Barbie is sat down and has the situation with Mason explained. She needs to stay away from him. For his own sake.
(She does not do that)
(But neither does he)
He doesn't want to remember her, he doesn't want to break anything in his head. He's content the way he is, especially given that he's not fucking interested in romance.
Barbie can accept that. No romance, fine. No reminding him of the past, fine. They can just pretend to be the perfect strangers they are to Mason. And Mason, unable to figure out just why he would even risk this for someone he does not know...he agrees.
Naturally this all has to be a secret, because Nat and Ava would sooner shoot Barbie out of a cannon straight into the sun than let Mason fuck himself up over her.
That's all I've got, but I'm just kicking my feet and making my little dolls run around in my mind now.
kissing each other breathless for barbie x mason, please đ„°đ„° (~agentnatesewell)
BLESS. I feel very spoiled with this one, those are my little chew toys. I love a reason to put them in dramatic situations.
Mason/Barbie: 14 kissing each other breathless
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Wayhaven, Post-book 3, Wayhaven High School, Sunday Afternoon
It wasnât supposed to go like this.
Distantly, Barbie can hear the sounds of fighting, shouting, and impact of breaking furniture from the front of the administration office. Her heart pounds painfully in her chest, so loud she tries to cover it with her hands. Surely their human attackers wouldnât hear it, wouldnât be able to find her in her hiding spot behind the principalâs desk, but fear makes her completely illogical.
After what feels like an eternity of being a tight little ball with her muscles cramping, the fighting stops. She lets out a low breath and waits for Mason to come get her. Sheâs never really enjoyed seeing the bodies after a fight, even if theyâre always kept carefully alive.
âThink itâs dead?â asks a gruff, unfamiliar voice. Barbie freezes. Another one snorts while at least two more laugh.
âNah, youâve never fought a blood sucker. Resilient fuckers, they are,â a second voice says.
The first voice makes a noise of disbelief. âEven bleeding like that?â
Barbie has to slap a hand over her mouth to stop a scream from coming out. Oh Mason.
âGotta remove the head,â says another. âDo we have a saw?â
She has to get up. She has to get up. She has to get up. If she stays here, theyâll kill him.
But what can she do against 5 Trappers all on her own? Sheâs no fighter. She can barely manage keeping up with Kiraâs cool down routine! If she goes in to stop them, sheâs dead, or as good as.
But she canât sign off on them killing Mason just for that.
Her mind whirs, then stops on a solution; draw them off. Theyâll want her blood, her infinitely valuable blood. Surely theyâll be greedy enough to leave Mason behind for the chance to catch her, now that her vampire bodyguard is downed. Oh God, she hopes theyâll all follow her.
Shaking in every limb, she slips off her heels and stands up. Distantly, she can hear the Trappers arguing about the mess.
ââyou really think the cops wonât be sniffing around after this?â
âWhat, the backwater pigs in this town?â Thereâs a snort of a laugh. âLet âem sniff. For now, finish this off and find the bitch.â
She swallows hard, grabbing a hefty textbook on best teaching practices in her hands. Hard cover.
âAlright, grab its hair.â
Forcing herself out of her hiding spot, Barbie steps out of the principalâs office, only pausing long enough to figure out where to aim before chucking the book with all her (pitiful) might. And misses the Trappers entirely. While the book ends up soaring diagonally into one of the officeâs plaster walls, it at least manages to startle the group of them hunching over Masonâs unmoving body.
The stare at one another, Barbie nearly as surprised as they are. Then she sucks in a deep, wavering breath.
âFuck you!â she shouts.
âGet her!â the Trappers reply.
The office suites are U shaped, with the principalâs office being in an outer corner at the bottom. Barbie sprints away, heading for the second entrance, pulling rolling carts and side tables with houseplants down to block the path as best she can. Wearing a pencil skirt and office casual blazer means her mobility is restricted, on top of her being out of shape, so she needs every advantage she can get.
Slamming out of the offices and into the open lobby area of the school, Barbie quickly tries to assess her best exit strategy. Unfortunately, the sounds of heavy boots behind her means the best she comes up with is run like hell. Choking on her fear, Barbie makes the questionable choice of going for the stairs, only realizing her error when sheâs panting halfway up them. The Trappers are at the bottom, shoving past one another to get to her first.
Her muscles tense, and then alarmingly, relax. Thereâs no point in continuing to run really. Theyâre going to catch her. All sheâll do is delay it by a few seconds.
Barbie batters against her own desire to give up and let herself be taken away. This is what got her taken by Murphy. This is what allowed him to inject Mason with liquid DMB. If she gives up, the Trappers will just have her AND kill Mason.
She stumbles, her pantyhose slipping on the smooth tiles, just as sheâs nearing the top of the stairs. One of the Trappers leaps and grabs her by the ankle, his fist completely encircling it. With a shriek, she kicks out, and to her surprise she actually manages to make contact with his face. Blood gushes from his nose and heâs thrown back, falling down. The sight of the blood makes Barbie feel faint, but she forces herself to take the opportunity presented to her. Particularly given that the fallen manâs flailing limbs have managed to slow the other behind him.
Scrambling, Barbie runs for the nearest open classroom and slams the door shut. Thereâs no lock, but her hands are shaking so badly she doubts sheâd be able to manipulate even a simple button lock at this point. Chest heaving, Barbie throws her hands down on every surface, looking for anything that could even possibly be a weapon. She didnât bother with a Volt, she rarely does, especially given that this was just supposed to be a simple, low risk investigation.
Barbieâs hands touch something hard and cold. A trophy! She grips it by the base. Academic decathlon. Kids after her own heart.
She hears more yelling. It wonât be long before theyâre on her. She shuffles closer to the door, pressing herself against the wall. As soon as one of them comes in, sheâs going to bash them in the head with the trophy and close her eyes so she canât see if they bleed or end up with a caved in skull. The last thing she needs is to pass out now.
Several moments pass, the yelling stops and murmuring begins. Barbie tries to quiet her frantic gasping, tightening her grip on her chosen weapon and psyching herself up. Throwing the book didnât feel deadly, and the kick had been pure reflex. Deliberately hurting someone feels so different, but she has to. She has to.
The door opens and a figure steps in. She lifts the trophy up over her head.
âAaargh!â Barbie yells, eyes closing as she brings it down, hoping to God her aim is true.
âWhaâBarbie?!â A hand grabs her wrist, stopping her attack before it can really begin.
She opens her eyes to see Mason, whole and hale and very confused. Her grip goes slack immediately, the trophy crashing to the ground as she lets out a yell in pure relief. Mason grunts as she throws herself at him, crushing herself against his chest.
âOh God, youâre alright,â she says. Mason doesnât hesitate to puts his arms around her, which she certainly needs at this point.
âIâm fine,â he says, angry, but not with her. âDid they hurt yâmmf.â
She grabs his face and pulls him down for a kiss, and then another, neither particularly pleasurable given the force behind it, but she can hardly help herself. The pain of it is nothing compared to the pure shot of dizzying relief that heâs alive and his beautiful head is attached to his beautiful shoulders. And sheâs alive! Sheâs alive and not being bled out for profit.
Eventually Mason manages to wrangle her kisses into something softer and neater, moving his mouth against hers in a way that tames the frantic monster in her chest and makes it purr. Humming, she buries a hand in his silky soft waves, using the other to grip the back of his shirt. When she tugs at it, he pulls back with a sharp breath.
âSweetheart, nothing would make me happier than fucking you senseless right now,â Mason says, jerking a thumb out the door, âbut those guys wonât be unconscious forever.â
âOh, thatâs quite a mood killer,â Barbie frowns. She reaches into her blaze and pulls out her phone. âIâll call Ava.â
As Barbieâs hitting the button to dial her, Mason ducks down and hoists her over his shoulder. Barbie yelps.
âOh Mason, not this again,â she complains, wriggling against his hold. âNo woman wants to be treated like a sack of potatoes!â
He chuckles in response.
Then a voice comes from the other end of the phone. ââŠBarbara.â
Oops. Barbie pinches the bridge of her nose. âYes. Ava. Sorry. We ran into trouble.â
She explains it all as Mason carries her down another flight of stairs and out to the empty parking lot. The rest of them team is gathered and on their way, along with some other agents to assist with clean up duty. Barbie is, delightfully, instructed to go to the warehouse with Mason, who is finally putting her down next to her car.
âWe still need to figure out what the source of those rumors is,â Barbie says with a grimace as she dusts herself off. Mason tosses his hair with a snort. She clicks her tongue. âMason, itâs not as if Trappers showing up means there still arenât alarming signs ofâŠofâŠâ She trails off, finding herself slowly bracketed in by strong arms and a chiseled chest. Swallowing hard, she plants her hands on that very same chest, letting her palms enjoy the way it feels beneath them.
ââŠI need my shoes,â she adds quietly. Mason rolls his eyes.
âYou wonât need anything at all if you let me distract you,â he says with a purr.
âHow do you go from nearly being murdered in cold blood to completely libidinous within mere minutes?â Barbie demands. Mason chuckles, leaning closer.
âI could ask the same of you,â he says, nuzzling in against her neck to lay feather light kisses against her sensitive skin. âI can smell you, Barbie.â
Well, damn him. And herself. She can hardly deny that.
âFine, you may have your way with me, but weâre coming back tonight to keep investigating,â she says, pretending with all her might to be long suffering and not a sex crazed lunatic in designer clothes. Mason gives her an unconvinced look.
âTry not to leave any wet spots on the seats,â Mason tells her before going around to the passenger side. Barbie gapes. How absolutely vulgar.
đI love Barbie and Felix. I do imagine their trajectory relationship-wise is...not strictly in line with how the romance goes canonically. I love canon, don't get me wrong, but I love to play with it even more.
Anyway, I'm throwing this in the AU I have with @crownleys where her MC Kira is the detective and Rebecca's kid, Barbie's been working for the Agency for a while and is in her mid-to-late 30s, which causes her a bit of friction with romancing Felix. They're in pretty different places in life and it's a struggle to get on the same page.
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Felix/Barbie: 16 nose kisses
Wayhaven, post-book 3, a sunny beach several hours away from town
Itâs been a few years since the last time Barbie was able to lay out on warm, sandy beach. She settles in on her stomach on her fluffy beach towel, using her arms as a cushion for her head. The sound of the waves lapping at the shore, gulls calling out, and children playing creates a lovely melody just for her enjoyment.
âI donât supposed youâd need help putting sunscreen on?â Felix asks. Barbie lifts her head and her sunglasses to look up at him. The youngest of Unit Bravoâs team stands tall and proud, wearing a very loud pair of neon colored board shorts. No shirt.
Swallowing hard, Barbie says, âWhat are you doing here?â
âWow, what a warm welcome,â he pouts, crossing his arms. âI thought youâd be happy to see me.â
Barbie bites down on her lower lip to hold back a smile. âOf course I am, Felix. Just surprised. I thought everyone would be busy what with Kiraâs training at the agency and everyone else doingâŠpatrols and paperwork and such.â
âUgh, yeah.â Felix flops down on the sand beside her, scooting close until heâs under the shade of her umbrella. He flashes a toothy grin. âThatâs why I volunteered to come keep an eye on you.â
Barbie nearly rolls her eyes, but considering sheâs still wearing a few bruises from that awful auction, she refrains.
âSo Iâm an excuse to get out of work, and youâre upset I wasnât happier to see you?â Barbie arches an eyebrow, feeling a pang of genuine disappointment.
âAw, Babs, itâs not like that,â Felix says. He wiggles so heâs laying out beside her, unbothered by the sand covering his skin. âYou know how I feel about you.â
Yes, she knows exactly how he feels. Heâs made it abundantly clear many times. The real trouble is her own feelings. She looks down and toys with a loose thread on her towel. Heâd been open about having a sweet little crush on her from the moment they met while working on the Murphy case. What heâd said before they went to the auction though. That really threw her for a loop and she hasnât quite stopped looping about it.
âYour hearts beating really fast,â Felix says. She swats his arm.
âDonât tease me.â She wets her lips, Felixâs eyes laser focus on the motion of her tongue. No doubt her heard how that made her heart skip a beat. âFelix, IâŠâ
He reaches out to squeeze her hand and says, âNo, donât. Donât say anything.â
She blinks. âYouâŠdonât want me to?â
âNah, not until youâre ready,â he says with a soft smile. âYou know, if you ever are.â
âI think I will be,â she says. âBut, Felix, you donât have to wait around for me.â
âWhy wouldnât I?â He brings her hand up and kisses her knuckles, amber eyes sparkling brilliantly. The warmth of his soft lips on her skin makes her ever whirring mind come to an abrupt stop. God, she wishes she was ready now.
Felix would be so easy to fall in love with. She already does love him, on some level, but itâs not the same as what Felix has expressed. What he wants. He wants to be her boyfriend, to jump head first into commitment butâŠ
But despite being a vampire with several decades on her, heâs so painfully young. And he wonât ever catch up to her. Sheâs already been married and divorced once. If she has another relationship, she wants kids from it. Sheâs ready to settle in, whether with someone else or alone. Would Felix ever be content with that, having his wings clipped before heâs really gotten to soar?
âI just want you to be happy, and I want me to be happy.â Mustering up a smile, she says, âIf we can both be happy together, then thatâs when Iâll be ready.â
Felix takes this in with careful consideration, for longer than Barbie expected he might. For Felix, this all seems to come so easily. He doesnât understand why itâs complicated, why Barbie makes it complicated.
His thumb soothes over the back of her hand, and he says, âSorry, Babs. I just still donât see why you think we wouldnât be happy. I mean, I know youâre eager to see about sexual compatibility butâŠThatâs not the only reason, is it?â
Barbie blanches. Sex has been a very fraught topic, and Barbie had certainly drawn her line in the sand about it. Itâs an important aspect of relationships for her, for life. After nearly a decade of bad sex with her ex husband, sheâd sworn to never put up with it again.
âIf youâre asking whether Iâd be willing to date if we have sex first, then no,â Barbie says. Wincing, she adds, âAndâŠIâm sorry I said that in the beginning.â
Felix gives her a weak smile. âItâs alright.â
She hadnât known about Felixâs own hang ups when sheâd first insisted on sleeping together before any kind of commitment, how heâd been left feeling used and abandoned by previous lovers.
They lay there for a while, hand in hand, listening to the ambience of the beach. A warm breeze runs through, washing over them with the scent of salt, seaweed, andâŠsomething sweet. Felix glances at her.
âRecognize that?â he asks. Barbie nods.
âWaffle cones,â she says.
âWhatâs that?â
Barbie sits up, eager to explain. âItâs a thin, sweet batter thatâs pressed then molded into a cone. You usually put ice cream in them.â
âOh! Yeah, Iâve seen those.â Felix sits up and dusts his chest free of sand, a motion Barbie tries really, really hard to not stare at. He catches her doing it anyway and gives her a smirk. âYou want some?â
âHuh?â she asks, jerking her gaze back to his face. After what she just said about not only being interested in sex, she really canât keep ogling the man. At least he doesnât seem to mind, if the way he angles his body as he leans back is any indication.
âIce cream?â he says with a teasing lilt to his voice.
Barbie considers it. âHave you ever had it?â
âOnce, and it was way too sweet,â he says, wrinkling his nose. Then he shrugs. âBut you like it, right?â
âI love ice cream.â Barbie reaches into her bag and tugs out her wallet. âIâll get you one as well, if you want to try again.â
âNah. Let me get it though,â he says. Barbie arches an eyebrow.
âDo you have a wallet?â she asks.
âI do,â he says, but as he pats his pockets, his expression goes sheepish. âUh, back at the warehouse.â
She giggles and slips a few bills from her wallet and hands it to him. âMint chocolate chip."
He gives her a wink and a salute (with the wrong hand), then darts off in the direction of the sweet smell. Barbie chuckles, noting that there are a few children all heading in the same direction with money clenched in their fists. No doubt on the same mission.
She settles back in and takes a moment to let her mind settle as well. Oh Felix. If theyâd met when she was youngerâŠBut Felix wasnât in this world back then. Maybe the timing would never be right for them, no matter what. Thatâs just not fair. Barbie would be okay with knowing love isnât in the cards for her, but having Felix so determined that he wants to wait for her, putting so much into his feelings isnât right.
No. She wonât let him waste his time, waiting around only to be left broken hearted. Even if it means maybe she wonât get exactly what she wants. Compromise has never been easy for Barbie, but Felix is worth it. He seems to think they can both be happy, at least. Maybe she can trust him enough for that.
As sheâs still in the midst of trying to make things work in her head, Felix comes back. She moves so they can both sit on the towel, grimacing when he tries to hand her the ice cream cone. Long, green rivers of ice cream are dripping down the entire thing.
âSorry,â he says. âI didnât know they would melt so fast.â
âIâve got it,â Barbie replies, taking his wrist delicately and leaning in to suck at the melted liquid at the top of the cone. Felixâs eyes are wide when she sits back and takes the cone. At least, she tries to take it. He pulls it out of reach when she does.
âI can keep holding it,â he says. When Barbie gives him a look, he waggles his eyebrows. âWhat, itâs a good look on you.â
âDidnât I say no teasing?â Barbie huffs. Felix bats his eyelashes innocently.
âWell, itâll also keep your hands from getting sticky or dirty,â he points out. Barbie makes a considering noise.
âThatâs true,â she says, tapping her chin. âVery well. You can hold it.â
âThanks so much, Babs,â Felix coos. Barbie rolls her eyes.
âI suppose youâd like a thank you as well,â she says. Felix brightens. She crooks a finger and, hesitantly, he leans forward. With careful movements, she presses a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose. Felix sits back, a bit dumbfounded.
âI was definitely expecting something different,â he admits.
âDisappointed?â Barbie asks before grabbing his hand to get another taste of her ice cream. Felix laughs.
For the kisses ask! Barbie/Kira for 54, MeantĂĄn/Fi for 47, Fi/Emmrich for 31? Whichever tickles your fancy!
You spoil me <3
I had the best of intentions on doing all three, but I'll have to save the last one for another time.
Barbie/Kira for 54: sleepy kisses
The Wayhaven Chronicles, Book 3, In the SUV after the auction
All things considered, it wasnât the worst night of Kiraâs life. Sure, she was mind whammied in a cell for most of the night and Barbie was almost bled dry in front of an audience, but despite it all, sheâs okay. Barbieâs okay.
She lets out a low, deep breath of relief and rubs at her throat, which Murphy had once nearly ripped out. Thereâs still some scarring there, but thankfully no one had pressed too hard for details when she said sheâd rather not talk about it. Verda and Tina still throw her desperately worried looks from time to time, but itâs fine. Itâll be fine.
The SUV finally draws to a stop after what feels like an eternity. Ava meets Kiraâs eye in the rearview mirror, before adjusting it to look more closely at Barbie. Barbie, whose head is resting on Kiraâs shoulder, sound asleep. The height difference means sheâs practically folded herself to manage it, but every time Kira had tried to rouse her Barbie had just limply smacked at her and grunted.
âI can get her inside,â Kira assures the commanding agent. Ava nods and kills the engine.
âGood work tonight,â she says, addressing the team as a whole. Farah pops up from the third row, grinning.
âYeah, good job bashing the auctioneer over the head and dragging him straight over to us, Kiki,â Farah says. Kiraâs cheeks flush up and she waves her off.
âWell, someone had to stop him,â she mutters. Sheâs not prone to violence usually, but she canât lie and say she didnât get any satisfaction out of knocking that awful man out. The number of people he hurtâŠPlus, heâd put his slimy hands all over Kiraâs wife and that just wonât stand.
On Kiraâs other side, Morgan chuckles. âJust wish I couldâve seen it.â
âI think you mean you wish you could have been there to help Kira?â Nate suggests from the front seat. Morgan blinks.
âNo, I wanted to see Kira beat a guy up,â she says. Nate sighs.
Ava shakes her head, squeezes his thigh, and says, âEveryone is on a break for the next day at least. Letâs go get some rest.â
Nate melts, throwing her a loving look before moving to do just that. Morgan follows suit, Farah throwing herself over the back of the second row seats to follow her out. Ava gives Kira one more look before stepping out. Kira feels a burst of fondness for all of them. She loves this team.
With that though, Kira is left alone with Barbie in the dark cab of the SUV. She takes Barbieâs hand, toying with the stack of rings on her finger. Theyâd gotten married pretty quick after college. Probably too quick by most standards. Neither of their careers had really taken off at that point and they were broke as a joke. It had taken months for Kira to scrape together the funds to pay for the engagement ring. Itâs probably the least flashy part of Barbieâs outfit, but sheâd insisted on wearing it anyway.
Leaning up, Kira nuzzles against Barbieâs jaw. Again, she gets smacked and grunted at.
âBabs, come on, weâre home,â Kira says. Barbie rouses a bit then.
âHome?â she asks, rubbing at her eye and smearing already smeared makeup. Sheâs a complete mess now, after everything, but Kira still canât help but find her stunning.
âWell, the warehouse,â Kira corrects. Itâs not the house, but itâs a home of sorts. Both of them have grown more comfortable there over time. Barbie hums and tugs Kira closer to nuzzles against her neck. Her long eyelashes flutter against Kiraâs skin and she squeaks, writhing. âNooo, that tickles!â
Barbie gives a low chuckle at that. âMm, but youâre so warm, my dove.â
âLetâs go be warm inside,â Kira insists, batting at Barbie until she relent. When she pulls back, sheâs smiling down at Kira before turning to hide a yawn behind her hand.
âNot a bad idea. Ugh, I donât want to shower,â Barbie whines, as she gets out of the car. Kira follows quickly, able to manuever better than Barbie can thanks to the Agency suit sheâd put on. Poor Barbie had broken a heel at some point and is now walking around barefoot, except for the light covering of pantyhose.
âYouâll be really upset if we get in bed dirty,â Kira reminds her. Barbie loops their arms together as they head inside.
âI know,â she says. âSo youâll have to make it all up to me.â
Kira lets out a surprised laugh. âMe? What in the world did I do?â
âYou didnât wake me up with a kiss,â Barbie replies with a sniff. Kira bites down on a smile.
âAh, of course.â She tugs them to a stop. âThen let me fix that now.â
Itâs adorable how giddy Barbie gets about kisses, even now. She leans in slightly as Kira goes up on tiptoe to bring their mouths together. Barbie hums softly, sliding a hand behind Kiraâs skull to cradle it. All the tension left in Kira melts away and she nearly sways when her heels hit the ground again.
âI really should have woken you up with a kiss,â Kira says. Barbie gives her a smug smile.
âDonât forget this tomorrow morning,â she says. Then, looking up at a rapidly lightening sky, corrects herself with, âOr rather this morning.â
âGood morning, my princess. How are you doing this morning?â Fi asks, kicking the door to their bedroom closed. From the bed, MeantĂĄn groans and throws an arm across her eyes, her long, red curls splayed out against the pillows like a flaming halo.
âWho can even tell what time it is here? Thereâs always light.â she grouses. Fi laughs, shaking their head. Their wavy brown hair tickles just below their chin now. What with the world going to absolute shit, there hasnât been time for a haircut. With their free hand, they rub at their jaw; they could use a shave too.
Later though. For now, they have better things to focus on.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Fi leans over to press a kiss to MeantĂĄnâs forehead. She moves her arm just enough to peer at them over it.
âWe donât even have a window in here,â Fi reminds her. Then, looking over at the ocean of fish on the other side of the glass wall says, âWell, a window that looks into the actual Fade at least.â
âI can still tell,â MeantĂĄn says.
âSo I take it you didnât sleep then,â Fi says, worry fluttering through them. MeantĂĄnâs been having a rough time of it, more than most. She shrugs and cups their cheek in her hand.
âI rested enough.â Her gaze drops to their jacket, specifically their pocket. âWhat did you bring me?â
âWho says I have anything for you?â Fi grins when she pinches their cheek. âAlright, perhaps I did bring you something.â
âWhere from?â MeantĂĄn asks. What with having nearly opposite sleep schedules, they tend to spend their time apart using Solasâ eluvian to explore the world.
âRivain,â Fi replies. They pull out a large, round fruit from their pocket. âItâs a mango. We get them in Treviso sometimes. Have you had one before?â
âIâve seen them,â MeantĂĄn says, sitting up with interest in her eyes. âI canât say Iâve eaten one though.â
âNot surprising, for a dog lord. Itâs pretty colorful after all,â Fi says, earning a smack to the arm that makes them laugh.
âDo I have to peel it myself?â MeantĂĄn asks, pouting slightly. Fi coos and rests a hand on her stomach. Though MeantĂĄn has reported feeling movement, Fi will have to wait a few weeks more for that.
âTheyâre a bit too juicy to do that here,â they admit. âI was coming to see if youâd join me for breakfast. Or I can cut it and bring it back in here.â
MeantĂĄn practically throws the blankets off herself. âAbsolutely not, Iâm sick of laying in bed.â
Fi laughs and watches as she slides off the mattress. Sheâs long and lean, and though sheâs been disappointed by her lack of a baby bump, itâs certainly made moving around easier than it would be otherwise. Fi canât help but be grateful it isnât painting a huge target on her back. This isnât exactly the best of times to be starting a family, but the moment they were both aware of it, they couldnât turn back.
Life waits for no one and nothing. Not even megalomaniac elvhen gods.
Meatan give a long, luxurious stretch, her shirt (Fiâs shirt, theyâd been wondering where it got to) riding up to expose her stomach. Without even thinking about it, Fi reaches out to pull her closer. She makes a curious noise, then smiles when she realizes whatâs caught their attention.
âYou didnât say good morning,â she points out. Fi lets out a short huff.
âGood morning, little one,â they say. They hold the hem of the shirt up, then lean in to press a soft kiss to MeantĂĄnâs stomach. She giggles.
âFi, youâre too fuzzy for that, it tickles,â she says, reaching down to rub at their jaw. They lean into the touch happily.
âBreakfast and a shave it is then,â they replies in a happy murmur. With a finger hooked under their chin, MeantĂĄn tilts their head back and leans down to catch their mouth in a slow, soft kiss.
âBreakfast, bed again, and then a shave,â she says. When they lift an eyebrow, she adds, âYou were gone all night. I missed you.â
Fi shakes their head; she certainly missed part of them. Not that they arenât delighted to oblige.
âAnything her highness wishes,â they reply, earning a fond eyeroll before MeantĂĄn tugs them to their feet and starts dragging them for the door.
Man, writing has been a hell of a task lately. This has been marinating in my docs for a while, because I like having two parts done before posting one, but...Yeah, I'm doing it now. I've got the next one done, though it needs a bit of work. I'm still figuring out the outline for part 10. Part of me feels like I need to go back and replay the games a bit, just so I'm not constantly second guessing if I've written them OOC or what.
Anyway! I did have fun with this part. Mason and Barbie barking at one another while getting absolutely zero communication done is very fun for me. Plus, I love Kira.
Summary: Mason really wishes he could backpedal on the whole Barbie-coming-to-help thing.
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Book 1, Haleyâs Bakery, early morning
Thereâs not much good about this mission, but Mason can at least appreciate that Barbie seems to want to be away from him as much as he wants to be away from her. Sheâd been gone when he came down for his break from babysitting the detective just a few hours after snapping at one another. He couldnât catch her scent at all either, so she mustâve left right after heâd gone inside. No telling where she went or what she was doing, only that Adam had determined someone needs to keep an eye on her. Masonâs glad the commanding agent chose to tackle that project himself.
Heâs doubly glad that Farah had elected to leave the subject well alone as they wandered the quiet town. That didnât stop her from chattering about anything and everything else, but Masonâs more than used to tuning other people out. That is, until she suddenly says, âAdamâs texted.â
âWhat about?â Mason grunts. Heâd just dug out his carton of smokes, but finding only a quarter left inside, he shoves it back into his pocket. The sky is just starting to turn pink, the quiet buzz of life starting to grow around them. If heâs going to make it through the day, heâll need to ration them out.
âWeâre going to meet up with him, and then weâre going to go meet up with Nat, Kira andâŠWell, you know.â Farah eyes him, but he doesnât give her anything to read off. Other than annoyance, but thatâs practically nothing. âThink you can manage it?â
âShut up,â he snaps. Farah snorts and shrugs.
âAlright. Come on, he said heâd meet us near that park in the bougie part of town.â She flounces off, her enthusiasm to meet up with Adam grating against his dread for meeting up with everyone else.
Adam is waiting for them when they arrive, and after greeting Farah, he looks to Mason. At Mason. Like heâs making sure there are no cracks. Mason just takes it until Adam leads the way to wherever theyâre going. He hadnât been listening when Adam told them.
While heâd denied needing anyone to arrange shifts so he doesnât have to be around Barbie, Mason is starting to regret that now. Itâs done though, so he just has to suck it up until itâs done and she leaves. Adam falls back as they approach the bakery, and Mason nearly does too when he spots the back of Barbieâs head through the huge windows.
Farah looks up at him when his next step is off cadence, but he pretends not to notice and keeps going. Itâs not as if talking about it will help anything, no matter what she and Nat think. He pushes through the door, Adam catching it as Farah slips through, following the both of them in.
Thereâs only one enormous table in the place, but luckily no other customers. Natâs on one side, facing the door, while Kira and Barbie are hip to hip on the other side. A fact that has Adam growling quietly. Admittedly, Mason has his own hesitations at the sight. No vampire thatâs as hungry as Barbie has to be should be anywhere near humans. Let alone the human theyâre supposed to be protecting.
Mason heads straight for the chair at Natâs side, throwing himself down on it, while Farah takes the one next to him. Adam doesnât bother, standing tall with his arms crossed right behind Barbieâs chair. She doesnât look at him though, nor does she look at Mason. She continues the conversation as if she hasnât even noticed either of them at all. Fine by him.
The rest of them talk, but Mason isnât paying attention to what theyâre saying. Heâs doing his best to tune everything out. Itâs damn near impossible though. Ever since she arrived in this town, Mason swears he can feel her, despite the ways in which sheâs changed.
She smells different now. Indescribably so, considering he can still recognize her scent as being distinctly Barbie. Her heartbeat is quiet and sluggish, enough to be alarming for a human, but it may as well be a drum beating against the inside of his head. Loud enough that he barely notices the baker woman coming up behind them all.
âAnything I can get you?â she asks, terribly cheerful as she wipes her sugar dusted hands against her apron. Mason turns to glare, but pauses first to look her up and down. Her heart beats fast, faster still when she meets Masonâs eye.
âWeâre fine,â Barbie says, her voice slicing through the moment. Her eyes are wide behind her glasses when Mason looks over, like she managed to surprise herself with the vitriol in her voice. âI meanâŠWeâWeâreââ
Nat jumps in to fix the situation. She turns to the baker and smiles. âWe donât need a thing, but thank you.â
The baker looks confused, stuck between offense at Barbieâs response and flustered at Natâs. She settles on an awkward smile, a nod, and beats a hasty retreat for the kitchen.
âWow,â Farah says with a snicker. âI see how you managed to charm Masonâs pants off.â
âThatâs hardly a difficult task,â Barbie mutters, staring down as she folds and unfolds a paper napkin on the table in front of her. Mason leans forward against the table, but heâs cut off from responding by Nat.
âKira had a question,â Nat says, gripping the conversation in an iron fist before it can go down the drain any further.
The detective, cradling a mug of something dark and bitter in her hands, hesitates for a moment as if forgetting the question herself after that whole exchange.
âUm. Yeah. I guess I was just wondering aboutâŠâ She looks over toward the counter, but Mason can already hear the baker starting up an industrial mixer in the back. None of this will be overheard. Kira pulls her long, strawberry blond braid over her shoulder, twirling it around a finger as she talks. âThe thralls that attacked us. You said theyâre people, right? Humans?â
Nat nods. âResidents of Wayhaven, in fact.â
Kiraâs face scrunches up unhappily. âBut no oneâs been reported missing.â
âThey wouldnât be,â Mason says. âHe canât control them without being at full strength.â
âAt night,â Barbie elaborates before Kira can ask. âOtherwise theyâre just themselves. Normal humans, living their lives.â
âAnd they donât know what heâs done to them?â Kira asks.
âNot a clue,â Farah replies. She shifts, uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.
âWell, I want to check on them,â Kira says, jaw set.
âWe are already keeping an eye on them,â Adam says, his tone saying without words that that should be the end of the conversation. Kira dismisses this idea and continues.
âItâs my job to keep them safe,â she says, turning to look up at him. âI know I havenât done a stellar job so far, but that doesnât mean I can just shrug off my duties and give up.â
âIâll go with you,â Barbie says, gently laying a hand on Kiraâs. Every other vampire stiffens at the gesture. âIâd like to get an idea of the sort of people Murphy has been targeting, and if there may be a connection to be found there. Where he found them may be an indicator of the locations heâs been working around.â
Kira beams, way too grateful for whatâs being offered. Adamâs eyes shift behind his sunglasses, looking quickly between them as he realizes heâs rapidly losing control of the situation.
âMason,â he says sharply. Masonâs shoulders drop.
âSeriously?â he asks. Adam stares at him.
âItâs fine,â Kira says, giving Mason a concerned look that he curls a lip at. She shakes her head at him. âBarbie will be with me, I donât need another babysitter.â
âYeah, Babs being with you is like, the whole problem,â Farah says. Barbie flinches, looking away as if she hasnât heard when Kira gives her a questioning look.
Unsure of what possesses him to do so, Mason interferes. âYeah, you need a real babysitter. So one of us.â He gestures as briefly as he can manage to the rest of Unit Bravo.
At his side, Farah starts peering at him closely, and he can practically feel how sheâs trying to pry at him. So he throws an elbow into her side, making her squawk indignantly.
âIâm not a field agent,â Barbie adds on across the table, eager to pounce on the opportunity Masonâs given her. âI wouldnât be of much help in a dangerous situation.â
Surprised, Kira says, âReally? But youâre also aâŠâ
Looking nauseated, Barbie holds a hand up and shakes her head. âIâve never been good at physical activities, and thatâs as true now as it ever was.â
âAll but one, at least,â Mason says. That earns him a swift side kick to the ankle from Nat, along with a stern glare. He growls at her for it, but doesnât retaliate. No need to start breaking shit and get yelled at for that too.
Kiraâs hiding her distaste with a very quick swig from her mug, while Barbie goes a pale pink, her sluggish heartbeat picking up its pace for a moment. He doesnât think about why she doesnât blush as deeply as she used to.
âAs much as Iâm certain Kira and everyone else here appreciates your insight, shall we keep things professional?â Barbie grits out. Mason just grins toothily, enjoying how it makes her let out a frustrated sound and push back from the table. Kira scrambles to follow her lead, pausing only to dust the crumbs from her skirt.
As Mason is hauling himself up, he hears keys jangle in Barbieâs hand. The idea of being stuck in a car with her and the detective makes him want to scratch all his skin off. âIâll meet you there.â
âNaturally,â Barbie says breezily as she walks past, as if he was being presumptuous by suggesting there was any other option.
Why does he even fucking bother?
***
Book 1, Near the outskirts of Wayhaven, Mid-morning
They show up when he's on his second cigarette. Kira wrinkles her nose as soon as sheâs close enough to catch the smell.
âPut that out,â Barbie demands, frowning at him.
âYou're one to talk,â Mason says, taking a long, deliberate drag.
âI refrain from doing it around anyone it can damage,â she replies, jerking her chin toward the detective. He cannot summon enough of a fuck to give, considering heâs not exactly huffing in her face. Barbie flinches, the way she does every time he meets her eye, but she doesnât back down.
Mason sighs and stubs the cigarette against the bottom of his boot before flicking it into the bushes. Kira watches it sail through the air, glares at him, and then stomps off to go fetch it. Barbie crosses her arms and arches a drawn on eyebrow at him.
âAre we here to watch thralls or skip around the woods?â Mason snaps. From behind a bush, Kira pops her head around with a chastising expression.
âWe could be watching them already if I didn't have to chase down your litter.â At Masonâs impatient groan, she adds, âThis is protected land!â
âThat must be part of why this place is so lovely,â Barbie says, as if she has ever gone hiking or appreciated nature in her life. Mason leans back against a tree, doing his best to ignore the way the bark digs into his skin.
âOh, Wayhavenâs the best!â Kira exclaims, again unseen as she hunts. Eventually she emerges, cigarette butt in hand. Barbie holds her hand out toward her, a cotton, embroidered handkerchief laid over top of it. Kira delicately places the cigarette there, and Barbie folds it up before slipping it all into her pocket.
âCan we go now?â Mason huffs. Barbie flutters a hand at him.
âWell go on, youâre the one who knows where to go,â she urges.
He remembers a time where he liked her decisiveness, the way she didnât hold back on telling him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it. Now though, it rankles. Heâs tired of every goddamn thing being on Barbieâs terms.
The women exchange glances, and Barbie says, âWell?â
Fuming, Mason swings around and stomps onward. Itâs not a real path, but by this point he knows the path of least resistance through the uneven earth and brush. He pushes a branch sticking out in front of him out of the way, letting it go once heâs past it. It swings back, and there are dual yelps of surprise behind him, followed by a sharp, âMason!â
He smiles to himself and hastens his pace, if only to hear Barbie grumbling as she tries to keep up while wearing heels and a tight dress. The detective isnât nearly as thrown off, which he almost finds respectable.
Eventually they come to the spot Masonâs used on and off for the past week to keep an eye on the thralls here. Not all of them live in this area, but two are neighbors. Probably targeted for the ease of it all. He crouches down, settling in for a long, boring watch when Kira emerges with Barbie stumbling along behind her.
âHave you spotted them already?â Kira asks. Mason nods and gestures to houses below.
âThe ones there, with the red brick,â he says. âThe other two are on opposite ends of town, but these ones are easy to watch.â
The detective comes close, smelling distinctly of fragranced soap. It makes his nose itch and his eyes water, but he does his best to ignore it. Eventually, after watching squint for several seconds, he realizes she canât see the thralls moving around in their houses through the windows.
âTheyâre in there,â he says. He canât hear anything at this distance, not over the wind in the leaves.
âWhat are they doing?â Kira asks. This though, she aims at Barbie.
âI canât see either,â Barbie replies.
âBut youâreâŠâ Kira trails off, then gives a sheepish smile. âSorry, I know you said youâre different.â
Understatement of the fucking year, there. Mason doesnât say it out loud, but Barbie glares at him anyway like she already knows thatâs what heâs thinking. He doesnât like that she still knows him well enough for that, while he feels like he hardly knows her at all anymore.
Before the quiet can settle in, Kira asks, âIs that why you wear glasses?â
Barbie laughs, the noise like a punch to the gut. âOh God, no. These are fake, just plain glass in frames. They actually make it harder to see sometimes.â
âOh,â Kira says. Itâs clear she has a thousand questions, while Barbie seems to regret saying as much as she did.
âYou know, Iâve never actually seen a thrall before, so this expedition is quite exciting,â Barbie says quickly. While it doesnât wipe away the curiosity in the detectiveâs eye, she follows Barbieâs lead anyway.
âNever?â Kira asks. Barbie shakes her head.
âNo. Not even in all the time I worked with Unit Bravo.â
âSo you worked with them before?â Kira asks. Barbie looks at Mason again, but he isnât offering any easy answers this time. So she sighs and nods.
âYes, I work with a variety of teams who need my help, but I used to work most closely with Unit Bravo before I was transferred,â she says.
That makes Mason snort. âReally? Youâre calling it a transfer?â
âDo you really want to get into this right here, right now?â Barbie snaps, her gaze cutting over to Kira and back again. Having her stand over him, looking down her nose with every hair in place makes Mason itch all over. He stands, just to put himself on equal footing with her.
âI donât give a fuck if the detective hears about it, and youâre the one who brought it up in front of her,â Mason says. Barbie rolls her eyes and it makes Masonâs head start spinning.
âPerhaps I donât feel the need to air out my dirty laundry. Though Lord knows you probably have!â Barbie shouts. Mason steps closer, nearly bouncing Kira out of the way.
âGuys, easy,â she says as she scrambles to her feet, but neither vampire is really hearing her.
âWhat the fuck does that mean?â Mason demands. Barbie meets his eye fully.
âYou have no shame and no decorum,â she says. He blinks.
âIs that news to you?â he asks.
âDonât speak to me so flippantly,â Barbie says. Mason snorts.
âYou think Iâm flippant? What about you?â
âWhat about me?â Barbie crosses her arms.
âAt least I actually give a damn about the people Iâm supposed to care about,â Mason says. âYou canât handle your goddamn vanity being wounded to the point of running to another fucking continent to hide away.â
Barbie moves then, arm coming up before freezing somewhere just above her hip. She closes her eyes, breathing deep as she pinches her nose with the hand she was certainly about to slap him with. Mason almost wishes sheâd tried, even if heâs not sure exactly what heâd do about it.
âMason, if you think the only problem I have with being a vampire is looking like this,â she says, as if sheâs some sort of horrible, mangled thing, âthen divorcing you really was the best thing I couldâve done.â
Before Mason can even begin to come up with something to say to that, Kira shoves her way between them.
âOkay, come on. Enough. Youâre just finding things to argue about.â She looks between them, keenly taking in all this new information, while also wanting to stop either of them from continuing. Which is just as well, as Masonâs throat has gone so dry he doubts he could say much anyway.
To hell with this, Adam can come babysit if he really wants someone to watch the detective.
Of course, before he can even will himself to move, Barbie steps away first.
âI doubt I can glean much just from observing them as they are now,â she says, fussing with the buttons on her coat. âIâd be better off completing the files the Agency wants on them, which I can do with my laptop and a printer.â
âI have a printer at my apartment,â Kira says after a moment. âYou can use that one.â
âWonderful,â Barbie says flatly. Sheâs gone the next moment, stumbling back through the trees.
Mason curls and uncurls his fingers, itching to run after her andâŠ
And what? What the fuck does he even want with her anymore? He thought nothing. It should be nothing.
Everything is too bright, too cold, and too damn much. He turns away to settle back on his haunches, ostensibly to observe the thralls, but if he's being truly honest with himself he isn't absorbing a damned thing. The detective settles in beside him, wrapping her arms around her knees.
âThat wasâŠa lot,â Kira says haltingly. Mason snorts.
âThatâs nothing.â One of the last conversations they had before she ran off, he and Barbie had screamed so loud at one another that Elidor had had to use his magic to separate them. At least Barbie wasnât cursing his name down for the next century.
âStill, arguing with someone you used to be with canât be fun.â
Mason rolls his eyes. âYouâre a real genius, huh?â
âI guess she hasnât always been a vampire?â Kira asks. Mason ignores her, but that doesnât stop the detective from continuing. âIâd ask her, but she seems to get upset when she has to talk about being one. That plus some of what you guys just saidâŠâ
âNo, she was turned,â Mason says, suddenly too fucking tired to tell Kira to mind her business. Answering her questions will, with any luck, get her to shut up faster.
âDid you know each other as humans?â
âNo. I was a vampire, she was human when we met.â Mason stands again, stomping his feet to try and get some feeling back into them. Bloody fucking cold. Itâs always worse this close to the ocean.
âBut she turned before you two broke up,â Kira says. Itâs not a question, so Mason doesnât answer. Besides, he doesnât really want to even think about Barbie turning, let alone talk about it. If he had his way, sheâd be just as human now as she was then. Nearing the end of her life, sure, but not miserable in her existence either. Itâs what heâd been preparing himself to deal with ever since they decided to give being a couple a try.
âWhat does any of this have to do with the thralls?â Mason snaps. Kira shrugs. Just when he thinks thatâs the end of that, she piped up again.
âHow do you turn people into thralls?â
Mason scoffs. âI donât. I canât. Only natural vampires can. And no, Iâm not explaining anything else about that.â
To his surprise, the detectiveâs response to his acerbic words is to laugh. She rests her chin on her knees.
âThatâs fine,â she says. âI donât mind sitting in silence.â
Relief floods him, as thatâs all heâs really wanted the whole time. Even if the silence isnât really silence, between the wind, the birds, and the squirrels darting around barking at one another, itâs better. He can think more clearly. Even the sound of Kiraâs breathing isnât so bothersome.
As time stretches on, he finds the presence of Kira in general isnât as bothersome as it once was. He might even enjoy it a bit.
Vampire Divorce Court - Projection is a Hell of a Drug
Oh my god, I've started struggling. I've had this part and part 8 done for a few days now, but I realized that at the point I'm writing about Book 1, Murphy's like this [] close to yoinking the detective. There's not a lot between M taking the detective to the thralls and the detective getting snatched. I was really having a hard time figuring out where I could add in some decent scenes of Kira and Barbie getting to know one another, showing Nat and Kira having Tension, Farah and Adam eyefucking in the bg....It felt like there just wasn't any time!
But then I remembered canon has no hold on me, I can just make shit up. So that's what I plan to do from part 9 onward! Yeehaw!
Summary: Kira thinks Nat is great, but waking up to the other woman in her apartment feels like playing hackysack with a grenade.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
Word Count: 1,337
Book 1, Kiraâs apartment, 5:00 am
Itâs dark and quiet when Kira wakes up. She hasnât experienced that in a while. Not the dark thing, sheâs always been an early riser, but it hasnât been very quiet in her apartment for a while. Even though Unit Bravo doesnât spend all their time hanging around her apartment while sheâs sleeping, thereâs usually at least two of them. Itâs actually kind of comforting sometimes, waking up and falling back asleep to the sounds of quiet, familiar chatting coming from the next room.
The fact that itâs quiet quiet actually puts her on edge. She blinks up at the dark ceiling, rolling over to check the time on her phone; 5 am. Thatâs still prime vampire time. Kira slides off her bed and tosses her silk lined bonnet behind her, letting her waist length strawberry blonde hair fall around her in a curtain. Shaking it out, she pads as quietly as she can to the bedroom door, pulling it open and peeking out into the living room.
Seated in Kiraâs favorite little antique arm chair is Nat, a book open in her lap. One ankle rests on her knee. She looks breathtaking even in the dim light of the lamp on the side table beside her.
Almost like she can hear the thought, Nat looks up and smiles. âOh, Kira. GoodâŠâ She pauses, lifting her wrist to check her watch, ââŠmorning.â
âGood morning,â Kira says, holding in the fondness that rushes through her. Then she looks more closely at what Natâs reading, and the floor falls out from beneath her. âIs that one of mine?â
âOh, yes it is,â Nat says, looking sheepish in the face of Kiraâs dismay. âI apologize, I didnât want to reread any of the ones I brought yet again. Do you mind?â
Kira nearly shouts YES, until she realizes which book it is that Natâs reading. A romance book, but not one of her smuttier ones. If she recalls correctly, that book in particular tends to fade to black when spicier scenes come up. Sighing with relief, Kira waves her off.
âOh no, feel free.â She looks around, just to be sure theyâre actually alone. âWhere are the others?â
Itâs not the first time Kira has woken up to only one of the vampires playing guard dog. She canât help but feel a bit more on edge about it with Nat though. If Bobby had any idea about any of thisâŠDread runs down Kiraâs bad in thick, cold ribbons.
âFarah and Mason are on a rest period. Theyâll join us in a few hours,â Nat replies.
Kira nods. "And Adam?â
âHeâsâŠwith Barbie,â Nat says haltingly. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, though its short enough that a piece falls right back to curl against the line of her jaw. Kira tries not to look too incredulous, but canât really help it.
âDoing what?â Kira peeks out the window. Sleepy Wayhaven is still dreaming. Nothing at all to see.
âIâm not entirely sure, if Iâm honest.â Nat shrugs nonchalantly. âBarbie tends to have her own reasons for what she does. And Adam is simply keeping an eye on her.â
Kira wonders if this has anything to do with Barbieâs certainty that sheâd find Murphy within a day. Though Kira had little hope of Barbie actually managing it, it wouldnât surprise her if Barbieâs ego had been wounded to end the day with so little to go on. Kira understands the urge to work relentlessly, until some sort of progress has been made. Still, thereâs only so far anyone can push themselves.
âSo what, Barbie doesnât sleep?â Kira asks. Nat goes uncharacteristically awkward. Thatâs been kind of a theme ever since the researcher showed up. This is a specific sort of awkward, considering quiet though. Kira snaps. âOh, I get it. Sheâs a supernatural. A vampire?â
Nat looks relieved to not have to say it herself. âYes, she is.â
âThat explains why sheâs worked with you guys before then,â Kira says. There had been humans working at the facility sheâd âvisitedâ, but it was far more often that she saw people who were certainly some kind of supernatural being. Barbie looks nearly as human as the other vampires, except forâŠwell. The way she looks. Kira presses her lips together, not really willing to ask about that.
There is one question sheâs been holding in that she canât resist asking now though. âSo, she and MasonâŠTheyâre exes?â
If Nat thinks this is a nosy question, she doesnât show it, only giving a small, amused smile. âYes, they are. Itâs still a sore topic though, as Iâm sure you can tell.â
âYeah.â Kira shakes her head. âItâs a shame they have to work together now.â
Nat stands, taking the book back to Kiraâs shelf. âOh I donât know. I think this is the perfect reason for them to work things out. Without this mission, they may well have avoided one another for the rest of their lives.â
âI donât blame them for that,â Kira says, crossing her arms. Nat glances at her as she finds the right spot to slot the book.
âNo?â
âNo!â Kira laughs. âI mean, they broke up for a reason, right? That should say it all.â
Nat pauses, her eye lingering on the diamond ring bound to Kiraâs finger. âThey also fell in love for a reason.â
âIf it was enough, theyâd still be together. Itâs probably better they both just get over it and move on. Everyone deserves to find real happiness, not be stuck with someone just because theyâve invested so much time in the relationship,â Kira argues. Nat says nothing to that, choosing instead to busy herself tidying up Kiraâs coffee table. Thereâs not really anything to tidy on it though, so she mostly ends up pushing the coasters into a new formation.
Kira gives herself a mental kick. What is wrong with her? Why is she pushing so hard on this? After all, she and Bobby are an example of a broken up couple getting back together and making things work. She rubs a finger along the band of her ring.
âIâm sorry, this isnât really worth arguing over,â Kira says. Nat looks up, her smile just a touch strained.
âItâs certainly interesting to hear different perspectives on thing,â Nat says. She straightens up and runs a hand over her button up shirt; a pale pink one today, with little blue birds dotted all over. Very different from her usual earth tones. It makes Kira starkly aware of her own attire; a thin cotton chemise. Sure, itâs ankle length, but Kira feels horribly under dressed nonetheless. If Nat has noticed or thought anything of it, she doesnât let on. âI think I started it anyway. Can I give my apology in the form of breakfast?â
Kira gives a short laugh, quickly crossing her arms to better hide her chest. Not that she has a lot of that, but still. âWell, thatâs hard to argue against, but I think I have to decline. I wanted to go on a run. Eating beforehand just makes me nauseated.â
âAh, yes, Iâd forgotten,â Nat says, slipping her hands in her pockets. âWell, perhaps after?â
âSure,â Kira says, desperately grateful that Nat isnât one to hold hard feelings. Even if Kira was being unreasonable. âWe can go to Haleyâs bakery. Itâs close enough to walk to, and I love her pastries.â
Nat brightens considerably at that news. Then she cocks her head, swinging it toward the door. âOh, thatâs Barbie coming.â
âTell her she can join us,â Kira says as she heads into her bedroom to get changed into something more substantial and easier to run in. Having Barbie there will be nice. She hasnât gotten to know the other woman very well, but despite her oddities, Kira gets the feeling theyâll get along.
Plus, as time goes on, Kira feels more and more like being alone with Nat is a terrible idea.
Vampire Divorce Court - It's Not a Hit Piece it's a Hit Frag Grenade
After throwing some spaghetti at the walls about this fic with @crownleys I decided to go back and change somethings up. I was really struggling with how to spice things up for Kira and Nat's romance (as currently it felt more or less like I was just rehashing Book 1 without adding anything, which I felt was boring and not fair to her). Then she suggested having Kira and Bobby be (unhappily) engaged. Well. There's the spice I was looking for đ„
(So be forewarned. There won't be any outright cheating, but Kira's already got one foot out the door of the relationship and her growing feelings for Nat make things go a little faster. Not inherently a motivator for Kira to leave Bobby ((Bobby ensures Kira would do it regardless of any other potential romantic partners)) but certainly a motivator for her to reflect on her relationship with Bobby.)
Anyway, you can probably see I've restructured the order of things a bit to better fit this. This part will take place after Mason and Adam's conversation in the SUV before meeting Kira, and before the conversation that leads to Barbie coming to help with the investigation into Murphy.
Without further ado.
Summary: Kira has never taken the easy route through life, best exemplified by her deciding to get engaged to the worst person in the world. Who is bringing her some dinner to make up for writing an article that makes her look stupid.
Word Count: 1,600
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
Book 1, Kiraâs office, two hours before the night patrol
Every time Kira thinks sheâs finally got a good grip on what sheâs doing with her life, something happens to tip the whole thing on itâs head and make her feel all of four years old. She rubs a hand over her face, trying to remove the images of Garrett and Kate Hayes from her mind. How in the world is she supposed to handle all of this? She never thought being a detective in Wayhaven would be a cushy job, but she certainly didnât think sheâd have two murders dropped in her lap to ease her into her new role.
As rattled and upset as she is about the Mayorâs demands that she patrol tonight, she doubts she'd have gotten much sleep anyway. Patrolling will give her something to do that isnât going over the same evidence the same way over and over again. And again.
From beyond her office, the doors to the station open and Douglas lets out a sleepy, âOh, hello Bobby.â
Kira pinches the bridge of her nose and braces herself.
âHello, Angel,â comes a husky purr from her open doorway. When she can bring herself to do so, Kira looks up.
Bobby Marks is and always has been remarkably attractive. Kira can remember the very first time sheâd laid eyes on Bobby in middle school, and how sheâd slipped little love notes into the other girlsâ locker anonymously. It was a long standing crush that sheâd felt so lucky to have reciprocated during their senior year of high school. Looking at her now, Kira tries and tries to draw up those same giddy feelings she had back then.
âHey,â she says, unable to inject any life into her flat tone. Bobbyâs pretty face scrunches up.
âHey yourself,â she says, sashaying over and holding up a white paper bag. âI happened to notice your car still here and thought youâd like some dinner.â
âThanks,â Kira says, hoping the bag is from the Vietnamese place where they both order the same thing, rather than the Italian place where Bobby always orders her own favorite meal that Kira hates. Bobbyâs eyebrows draw together and she huffs delicately.
âWhat is with you?â she asks, one hand on her hip, the other shaking the bag of takeout food. âIâm being really nice and thoughtful, like you asked.â
âWere you being very thoughtful when you wrote that hit piece for the paper about how Iâm bungling up this investigation?â Kira shoots back. Bobby rears back as if Kira had just slapped her.
âHit piece?â Bobby blinks her big, blue eyes. âAngel, I was merely informing the good people of Wayhaven about the goings on. They deserve to know that there are shady people handling this investigation, and poorly at that.â
âYou mean my motherâs specialized team of elite government agents?â Kira says slowly. Bobby arches a well plucked brow.
âThe very same mother you canât stand, yes.â Bobby inspects the sparkling diamond ring on her finger that Kira had quickly scrounged up her savings to buy after Bobbyâs surprise proposal. âDid you even tell her about us?â
âYes,â Kira says, which is mostly true. Sure, Rebecca had noticed the ring herself, and if she hadnât Kira wouldnât have said anything. But Rebecca asked, Kira answered, and therefore technically Rebecca has been told.
Itâs also so, so far from the point that Kiraâs mad at herself for even answering the question. She stands up and rounds the desk, reaching past Bobby to close the door to her office.
âDonât get excited,â she warns when Bobby starts to smile. âIâm pissed, Roberta.â
âOh dear, the full name?â Bobby flutters a hand over her heart. âAngel, come on. Iâm a reporter. Itâs my job to report.â
âAnd itâs your job to put my job at risk?â Kira demands, jerking the blinds shut, blocking out at least three pairs of curious eyes from further in the station. Sheâs glad the blinds had been updated along with the rest of the station. If they were still the nicotine stained ones Detective Reele had up before, she surely wouldâve yanked them off entirely.
Bobby leans against the wall and gives Kira a disbelieving look. âHonestly, Angel, exaggeration isnât an attractive look on you.â
âI am not exaggerating, the mayor already called to ream me out about it. He more than implied heâll remove me from my position entirely if I donât get you to shut up,â Kira snaps. That, thankfully, gives Bobby pause.
ââŠSurely heâd have no grounds, considering Iâm just sharing freely available information,â she says after a long moment of chewing it over. Kira groans.
âBobby, that doesnât matter and you know it. He doesnât need a good reason. Besides which, spreading freely available information isnât the same as deliberate fear mongering,â Kira says, trying like hell to get her fiancee to understand. It always feels like these conversations are a bit like trying to rock climb when someoneâs dumping soapy water on her head though. If Bobby doesnât want to understand, she just wonât.
Bobby shakes her head, her luscious tresses shimmering in the lamp light. âGarret Hayes was mutilated, I donât need to say more to make that terrifying.â
Just as Kiraâs about to cede the point, she pauses. Hearing Bobby say it aloud gives her a realization that simply reading the words hadnât.
âHow did you know that?â Kira asks. Bobby cocks her head.
âThat Garretâs been murdered?â
âThat he was mutilated. We didnât release that information, and no one but myself, Unit Bravo, and my officers wouldâve seen him uncovered,â Kira says. Bingo. For just a moment, thereâs a flash of panic on Bobbyâs face before she can school it. Anger flashes through Kira, white hot and vicious. âBobby, I swear toââ
âDonât be angry, Angel,â Bobby says, shifting and trying her best to look sheepish and innocent. She drags the toe of her shoe delicately in a circle on the floor. âI just asked Douglas what information he had, is it really my fault that he told me more than you wanted him to?â
Oh. Oh Kiraâs going to kill him. With her bare hands wrapped around his skinny neck. Sheâll need a stool to do it, but once she finds one sheâs going to kill him.
She lets her head fall on her desk and wills it to just eat her. Eventually, Bobby clicks her tongue and says, âHonestly, the dramatics arenât necessary.â
âDonât.â
âAlright, alright.â Bobby steps closer. Kira peers up in time to see her drop the bag of food on the table, then move so her fingers hover around the buttons on her blouse. She slowly, deliberately slides one open, revealing a hint of cleavage and a dark, lacy bra. âWell, maybe I could make it all up to you when you come home tonight?â
Kira swallows hard. Her eyes are drawn in like a magnet, stuck on Bobby teasing the next button down. For a delirious moment Kira forgets herself entirely, until she shifts and her hand brushes against the report from Verda on Garretâs autopsy. It works better than a cold bucket of water.
Kira shakes her head. âNo. I canât come over tonight.â
âAnd why not?â Bobby asks, offended. She drops her hands to her curvy hips, hugged tight by her pencil skirt.
âI have to patrol tonight. The mayor demanded it after your article put everyone on edge,â Kira replies.
With some actual, genuine concern in her voice, Bobby asks, âA night patrol? With who? You donât have a partner anymore.â
âUnit Bravo have kindly volunteered to help me,â Kira says, feeling a genuine wave of gratitude for that fact. Sheâs never been easy to scare, but Kira has to admit that wandering around on her own when thereâs a murderer on the loose doesnât make her feel great.
Bobby, on the other hand, looks more upset than she had when she thought Kira was doing it alone.
âSeriously? Who even are these people?â Bobby demands. Kira stands up, hands planted on her desk.
âTheyâre the people who are helping me solve this case.â With a sigh, she says, âAnyway, I wonât be done until late and Iâd rather just go straight to bed after.â
Arms crossed in a way that pushes her breasts up and together, Bobby pouts. âSee, this is just another reason for you to move in with me, Angel.â
âNot this againââ
âWeâre engaged!â Bobby exclaims, throwing her hands up.
âYes, I recall,â Kira says, holding down a sudden wave of nausea. Sheâd been excited when Bobby proposed the day Captain Sung told her sheâd be taking over for Detective Reele. She thinks she was at least. She had to have been excited. After all, itâs been three years since they got back together. The next thing to do is get married. âIf you recall, my first day on the job started with Wayhavenâs first murder in decades since my fatherâs, swiftly followed by the second just today. Iâm up to my gills here, Bobby, this is not the time.â
Bobby gives a frustrated growl, shoves the bag of food closer to Kira, and says, âFine. Go off and play hero then. Itâs probably the only chance youâll ever get.â
With that last barb, Bobby turns on her heel and storms out. Kira waits until she hears the doors to the station open and close again, then finally takes a deep breath, her shoulders coming down. She reaches for the bag of food and peeks inside.