#And what if there is a massive quangle

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For the prompts fae dating fluffy please.

Fake or Date?

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There was no ship attached so I created one based on something that has been tickling the back of my brain for a while now. Set in a universe I've been thinking about where the Time Quangle was manipulated by a group of billionaires, but one extra was created so all the Intrepid Heroes get sent into New York to defeat the billionaires.

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“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

“It is not!” Fig hisses, yanking at Adaine’s arm. “See? People are already paying attention to us more than anything else in here. Riz will be able to get in and out of that family’s restaurant in minutes.”

“I am unsure anyone is going to be that interested on the two of us going on a – a – a presumed date in that douchebag’s restaurant,” Adaine says. She wants to reach out and grab Fig’s hand, but she’s not sure if she’s allowed to. Even if this is al supposed to look real.

“The douchebag's parents’ restaurant,” Fig corrects. She boops Adaine on the nose and, frankly, it’s a little startling. Adaine’s not used to be prodded like this, in a romantic kind of way. She’s not sure how she feels about it, which is strange all by itself. Usually she hates it. “Come on. Hold my hand.”

Adaine feels herself turn a bit pink, all the way to the tips of her ears, and it’s hard to walk into the restaurant even though people are talking. Maybe that’s actually why it’s hard. “Or,” Fig says slowly. She slides her arm around Adaine’s waist and leans in, lips at Adaine’s ear. “Ayda likes it when I hold her close when it’s busy like this.”

“Should we really be discussing your girlfriend while we’re undercover as going on a date?” Adaine whispers. Fig’s hand is incredibly warm. It’s cozy.

“Ayda would love to have you on board, if you were up for it,” Fig says, and it’s so casual Adaine almost misses what she’s really saying. She’s stunned enough that she allows Fig to guide her to the little table, right in the middle of the restaurant, and enough eyes are on the two of them and hostess as they sit that no one even notices Riz duck into the kitchen. “But anyway,” Fig says loudly, “I’m so glad you agreed to come out with me. One date, and you’ll see.” Fig winks.

And Adaine, who rarely has this reaction, feels something uncommon but not fully unknown, flutter in her stomach.