#now will there be any hope for this hate-friendship in the end? Uh. well. we'll find out later Together!

[orcelito]

i really am so obsessed with how Double Agent Midvalley is gonna change the vibes with Wolfwood too. like Midvalley and Wolfwood ALREADY have some vibes due to their fight(s) in the manga. but now theyre both double agents but in different directions. two Relatively normal guys who wanted nothing to do with this battle between the angels & are STUCK HERE

also imagining that spiderman meme if/when they ever find out about each other lmfao. like what do you MEAN youre a double agent too?!? what do you MEAN!!!! IT'S FOR HIM!!!!!!!!!!??!?

Yeah.

[remusluvr]

i've got soul but i'm not a soldier | remus lupin

summary: Remus can't stay away from you anymore. You can't either. content: fem reader, p in v, lovey-dovey ness, love confessions, mentions of eating (directed towards Remus, nothing bad though), unprotected sex, unedited note: based off this request

"Where are you going?"

He's laid out on your couch, face turned to the tv until you walk into the room. He looks comfortable and you wish you could change out of your dress into sweatpants and curl up with him. But you can't so you shake the thought off, finishing putting in your earrings.

"Out, Wyatt asked me on a date. We're going to that new restaurant downtown." He sits up on the couch, hands rubbing down the length of his thighs.

"Will you come back tonight?"

"Oh, uh, I'm not sure. You know I don't mind you staying here. Don't feel like you need to leave." He hums in response, eyeing you as you search for your purse and wallet. His arm is thrown around the back of the couch as he watches you in your pretty black dress and pretty shoes. The clacking against the floor warms his soul.

"I don't like Wyatt-"

You roll your eyes. You've already had this conversation - "It doesn't matter if you like Wyatt, Remus. I like him." and "Well, it should matter what your best friend thinks."

"-Why can't you just stay with me? Quality friend bonding. We can even watch that stupid movie you like."

"Hard offer to decline but I'm already running a little late so we'll have to put a pin in this conversation." Walking over to him, he leans his head back on the couch. You lean down and kiss his forehead, leaving a bit of your lipstick on the skin. Your thumb rubs it away. "I'll see you later."

And with that, you leave. It used to be easier to get you to cancel dates and stay with him the whole night. You used to jump at the opportunity but now it's like you're jumping away from him. Maybe you are, maybe you're tired of liking him as more than friends should like the other so you're putting a stop to it.

He's left all alone on your couch. Secretly, he hopes your date crashes and burns.

You laugh all the way through dinner and practically plan your second date right then and there. He's just the type of guy you like. Handsome, intelligent, tall, sweet.

And at the end of the night, Wyatt walks you to the door, kisses you on the cheek, and tells you he'll call. Remus sees this from his position on the balcony, cigarette held idly between his fingers. He also sees the way you deflate after he walks away. Was it not a good date? Did Wyatt treat you badly?

"Have fun?" he asks, walking back in through the screen door. You startle, clutching at your chest as you mess with the buckle on your shoes.

"I did. We had a good time."

Remus wants to scream. He wants to be the one taking you on a date so badly. Everything inside of him yells at him to grow a pair, to finally bite the bullet. But, he can't bring himself to risk your friendship. You mean too much to him.

His heart is weighed down. The last thing he wants is for you to get into a relationship. It'll ruin everything. He won't be able to stay over as much, won't be able to hold you when you're having a bad day, won't be able to do any of the things he loves doing with you.

Wyatt's good for you, he'll make you happy. It's what you keep telling yourself in your head. You hate that you can't get Remus out of your head.

Remus feels erratic like he's clutching at straws with you, trying to get you to like him back. And you feel crazy for even thinking of him as more than a friend. You feel like a bad friend.

"Do you need help with those?" he laughs, watching the way you're still struggling to get the clasp of your shoe undone. Laughing, you kick your foot out towards him and he joins you on the floor. His nimble fingers are a much better fit for the job than your shaky ones. His hands rub your foot before working on the other one.

How are you supposed to not love him?

You thank him with a kiss on the cheek. He swoons, making you giggle at him.

"You look very pretty," he whispers, helping you stand up. Your face grows hot at his compliment as you wave him off, trekking back to your bedroom to change into your pajamas and wash your face for the night. He follows you. "I mean it. Wyatt's a lucky guy."

You don't say anything as you get ready for bed. He loves this time of the night, loves how comfortable you feel with him. And he especially loves the way he can pretend you're his. The moment is so domestic that it makes him feel dizzy and when you crawl onto the bed beside him, he digs himself deeper into his hole.

"Did you eat?" you ask, getting comfortable under your blankets. He shakes his head and you scold him, "Remus. You need food. You're always such a grouch when you don't eat."

"I am not the grouch when I don't eat. You are," he bites back, fingers poking at your side. You take offense, sitting up to look at him better.

"Why must you be so mean to me?" you tease, fake-crying so he'll feel bad. It works as it always does, and he cradles you into his arms, hand stroking your hair.

He knows you're faking, anyone in their right mind would know you're faking but it gives him an excuse to touch you. And you like the way he gets so protective over you. Nothing could ever affect you in this moment. His heart twists and his mouth moves faster than he can think.

"I'm glad we know each other."

"You're such a sap," you giggle, pulling your face away from his chest.

"Only for you." His tongue darts out, wetting his lips as you settle yourself into his neck. Your breath tickles him but he doesn't mind. The moment is so delicate he's afraid any movement could shatter it. "I feel like I'm losing you."

"Why? Because I went on a date?"

"Kinda, Wyatt's going to take you from me. But, also just cause I feel like you have been acting differently toward me."

Remus is right. You have been acting sort of differently. You don't reach out to him much, he's usually the one that just shows up on your doorstep.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to." You do mean to. It's easier to get over your feelings for someone if you have less contact with them. Maybe it doesn't exactly work if when you are with that person you act like this. All cuddly and wanting for him.

Wyatt was supposed to be a new start. He was a boy that actually liked you and that wanted to be with you. He was kind and loved to hear you ramble. He was respectful and handsome. You should like Wyatt, but you can't get Remus out of your head. You never have been and you never will, you fear.

"(Y/N)?" he asks after you've grown quiet for longer than usual. You hum. He tries to calm the shake in his body. "Please don't see him again."

"What?" you ask, sitting up, still in his lap.

"Please don't go on another date with him." He knows he sounds pathetic, begging for you, but he can't help it.

"Remus, why?" His hair is messy and he looks adorable.

"I can't see you with him. You shouldn't be with him. He's not right for you and I think you know that." You do know that. He swallows his fear as he continues on, "It's not fair that I can't have you. You mean everything to me and I can't see you with him. It hurts too much."

You're silent and his brain is screaming at him. His face is on fire as you look at him. He's an idiot. Why did he say anything? His throat burns with the threat of incoming tears and he swallows hard, pushing them away.

"I won't see him again." The look on his face melts you. It's one of confusion mixed with relief. You lean forward to ease his confusion, pressing your lips to his. He takes you willingly, hands holding your face. You whine when he pulls away first, chasing after his lips as he catches his breath.

You have a stupid smile on your face. He mirrors your expression as his head tips back against your headboard.

"You look pretty," you whisper, kissing at the exposed skin of his neck. His hands have a firm grip on your hips. You smile against his skin when he whimpers at your nibbling. "So, so pretty."

"Y-you should look at yourself," he whispers back, eyes shut as you kiss behind his ear. He can't believe his luck. He has the girl he's wanted since school in his lap, calling him pretty and biting at his ear. He must've died and gone to heaven for this to be happening.

"I wish you had said something sooner. Or I wish I had told you. Never would've even thought about another guy."

Yeah, he has to be dead.

"Lily's been nagging me to just tell you. She doesn't like Wyatt either," you mumble, enjoying the way he's so intoxicated on you. He likes your boldness. It doesn't happen often but the rush from your love confessions must have you giddy. You press kisses along his jawline, stopping at his lips. "You mean so much to me, was just scared that you'd freak out and leave me, y'know."

"Yeah, I get that," he sighs, deepening the kiss. His hand holds the back of your head to keep your face to his. It makes you feel shy. You know the perfect way to really kill him but you've never seen Remus in this light before and the knowledge of that strikes you down. He's left to be the bolder one, flipping you over and pressing you against your pillows.

You're panting into his mouth and he's loving every single second of it. He loves to be in control, loves having you yearning for more underneath him. Any composure he thought he had is gone when you pant out, "All I could think about on my date was hoping you were here when I got back."

He moans into your mouth, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. He's a goner. And despite the fact that he wants to do this right, he can't stop imagining what it would be like to fuck you. He can't though, not yet. He's got one chance and he won't fuck it up.

"You're making this very hard, sweetheart." He knows exactly what he'll do. He'll start with a nice date to a restaurant of your choice, maybe a walk or a drive after to somewhere with a nice view where he will kiss you chastely, and then when you return to either one of your apartments (yours preferably, he's been having a pest problem. the pests being James and Sirius) where he'll fuck you, like a gentleman.

"This?" you ask, voice smooth and sultry as your hand reaches down, palming him over his sweatpants. His plan flies out the window. Your fingers dip into the waistline of his pants, pulling lightly. "Want them off."

"Needy girl," he chastises as though he isn't already on the brink of cumming in his pants. He moves off the bed, removing his pants and boxers before laying back down, allowing you to crawl back over to him, hand wrapping around his cock.

He's definitely died.

You're glad that you don't have any roommates right now with how loud Remus is being. You love it. These are the only sounds you want to hear for the rest of your life. He hates that all the focus is on him.

He reaches out, pulling at the bottom of your shirt. You relent, releasing Remus from your grip to pull your shirt over your head. He sucks in a breath at the lacy bra you're wearing. You must have kept it on after your date.

A tinge of jealousy rushes through his veins at the thought of you wearing it for someone else. It quickly simmers out once he remembers that you're all his now. He smiles, pulling you to sit on his lap again.

"Rem," you sigh when he pulls the cups of your bra down, leaning in to pull one of your nipples between his teeth. He loves the squeak he gets out of you and the way you grind your hips down onto him. "Don't tease me, please."

"You make me so happy." He doesn't know where all this gooeyness is coming from. He's always felt it but the fact that he can say it aloud now has him keening. He watches the flush take over your cheeks as his hands settle on your hips, helping you move against him.

There are a lot of things Remus wants to do to you. He's glad that he has so much time to do them all with you.

It's difficult to focus when you can feel him underneath you. You're so wet that you're sure he'd be able to just slip right inside you, no prep needed. You test your luck, pushing your underwear to the side and guiding him with your hand.

"Oh my fucking god," he whines when you sink down on him. He holds you down, not letting you move. You lean forward, pressing kisses on his face. It's not helping. He needs to cum so bad and the feel of your wet cunt has only increased that feeling by tenfold.

"Let me move, I wanna make you feel good." It takes him a moment but he lets you take the lead, letting his head drop back against the headboard as he watches you. He can never go back to how you were before. He needs this at every moment of every day. "A-ah, you're so big."

"Doing s-such a good job, bunny." That's a new nickname. You like it. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck as you fuck yourself back on him. His hands grip your ass, spreading you open so you can really feel all of him. "So, so perfect for me."

He feels your lips pecking at his neck again and his arms wrap around you, taking complete control as he bounces you down on him. You don't have any time to warn him that you're about to cum before you're cumming. It pushes him right over the edge and he cums inside of you.

"Shit," he groans when he can think again. You're putty in his hands, letting his limp cock rest inside of you, no want to move any time soon. He pushes your face up with a few fingers at your chin. Your eyes are so heavy that they're barely open. He's proud of himself. "I'm sorry, baby."

"What?" you worry, eyes flying open. Did he think this was a mistake? Were you only a fuck to him? You can't go back now, not when you know how good he fucks you.

"I didn't mean to finish inside." Your heart rate returns to normal and you drop back down onto his shoulder, shrugging. You like it. His brain is spinning. His hands rub soothing circles on your back before he's working you off of him, cooing when you hiss at the overstimulation of him pulling out.

"Love you, Rem," you mumble as he helps you get comfortable in bed. He can't resist pressing a kiss to your forehead before reaching over and turning your lamp off.

"Love you too."

[enquire]

Hello again! Dunno when you’ll be back online, but when you do return, could you tell me of any potential DRA ships you have? Additionally, do you plan to make them canon or ship-tease them in your pony AU?

Hello again! :D

I hope you're ready for an info dump because I have a lot of thoughts about class 79!

Ships... the age old question...

I'm honestly not the kind of person who gets heavily invested into a lot of ships. That being said, I do enjoy them a lot, especially when it involves a cast I am as attached to as class 79! And one of those handful of ships I am highly invested in is a DRA ship, lol. (It's Kinjomae... and to be honest, a really big part of my DRA special interest is filled by those two characters, and Utsuro, in general if not together)

Kinjo and Yuki tend to end up being with central roles in most of my DRA related thoughts, art, and writing, it just kind of sneaks in, regardless, somewhere.

I like interpreting them in a queer platonic or more ace-leaning relationship as well. Not always, but I've made a habit of it. So yeah they're going to have a relationship of some sort in this au too.

To specify, I am referring to DRA1 Yuki; I don't really ship the real Yuki and Tsurugi together. To me, they are two very distinct characters with different personalities from each other despite their similarities, not just memories... I won't get into all that (a post for another day perhaps) but in context of Kinjomae, only one of them is his Yuki, who knows and cares for him.

Exploring the relationship between Tsurugi and (actual) Yuki Maeda is still super interesting though, and I can understand why people ship it, there's loads of interesting places to go with it.

Also, I'm the kind of fan who can be swayed to accept almost any pairing or headcanon, especially in the context of the respective work (art/writing, etc) I really think it's possible to execute pretty much anything in a convincing manner if done well, and that applies to ships and stuff. Are there some ships and/or headcanons that give me the ick? Yup. Are there some I just don't like? Yeah. It just takes a lot for me to really get to a level where I hate something.

Uh, let's see... there are a few other ships I tend to immediately think of, even if I'm not as invested!

Ayame/Akane (may or may not be teased or explored in the pony au)

Satsuki/Haru (they'll probably be canon, I mean... it's satsuki and haru)

Rei/Teruya (I love their dynamic, regardless of the type of relationship they have)

Utsuro/Akane (they are super fascinating and it would feel remiss not to include this one in some manner)

I'm not sure yet what I'll do in this AU with everyone, we'll see. Including friend groups: I want to make more 'mane 6' type groups from the rest of the cast but I haven't finalized any of them besides the main one yet.

That's one of the things that makes me love class 79 so much; they feel very real to me, individually and how they all interact with each other. I'm invested in them as a group, and in all the little friendships and groups within the class. So I might spend more time thinking about them in terms of friendships and other relationships than pairings, except for Kinjo and Yuki of course.

My favorites of those are:

☀︎ haru, satsuki, and teruya

tsurugi, yamato, and mikako

teruya, tsurugi, and rei

best siblings yamato and mikako

the if only group: teruya, tsurugi, rei, yuki, akane, yamato, and mikako. (who also happen be most of the mane 6 for my pony au, and are my favorite characters along with Utsuro, pretty much.)

I love this cast a lot if you couldn't tell by now.

My least favorites are Mitch and Kizuna, though. I don't dislike them, but Kizuna in particular I am really neutral toward compared to everyone else.

I feel like I just... don't have a grasp on what kind of character she is at all? Her story in the game combined with her FTEs left me pretty conflicted about her. It feels like there were many opportunities to give more insight into her, but none of them worked for me.

I mean, we get to meet her mom, and even that didn't give me any more insight into her childhood or personality at all... which is kind of hard to ignore when the time we spend (or being told about via FTES) with Ando, Keisuke, Ryutaro, and Midori all give their respective family members more context and anchors we didn't have before. Plus the tiniest whiff of Juu we get speaks volumes for Tsurugi's upbringing, it is very easy to fill in the blanks.

As much as it is a tradition to hate on Mitch, I don't really hate him as a character: he works perfectly well for the kind of role he's meant to fill, (I mean, he's designed to be a case 1 killer first and foremost) and personally, I find it a lot easier to add layers to him than Kizuna because he has a base I can wrap my head around, unlike Kizuna, even if it is a really simple one.

Anyways...

As a bonus, here are some of my favorite rarepairs:

mitch/uehara

teruya/uehara

teruya/haru

almost any rei pairings (I usually pass on the very gloomy and incoming divorce vibes of tsurugi/rei though) maybe partially because I (personally) have difficulties seeing Tsurugi being in relationships with women. Sorry, but I can't undo it. He's just gay in my eyes. And/or ace and homoromantic.

I think that's the end of my thoughts for now. Thanks for prompting another ramble I appreciate it.

⋆⁺₊⋆ see ya later ! ⋆⁺₊⋆

[valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn]

So... spoilery review of MoM after the cut (and you know me, it's going to get long).

I have like a thousand thoughts about this movie. My main concern was Stephen's characterization and that was fine, I liked it and they didn't ruin it which leaves me satisfied. But everything else? It felt like a punch in the gut.

So I have a lot of negative thoughts but let's start with the good ones first.

The Positives

Stephen's characterizarion is fine. He's snarky, he's kind, he's brave, he's so prepared to always help and be of assistance, he's such a diva with the way he left the wedding and changed into his robes mid-air, he's sweet and amazingly selfless (and I'm tired of no one ever acknowleding that in the movies, well, except America maybe). I love him dearly - and OMG that reverence to Wong? I had a huge smile on my face when he did that, that's my boy! (Come on, tell me again how arrogant he is).

I LOVED America. Every single scene she was in, oh she's absolutely wonderful. I really hope we'll see her again because she's fantastic. Her portals opening in the form of a star was pretty cute, too.

I'm happy they kept Wong as the Sorcerer Supreme, by the way. All hail Wong!

They mentioned Donna. They did. Oh boy, they did, I'm so happy. I was expecting a flashback or something but I would have probably shed tears so it's better that way.

Regarding the Illuminati, what a waste. Easily forgotten but this is the positive part of the post so I'll just say that I loved how Charles ignored everyone and showed some faith in Stephen (about damn time someone does!) and he said the line, he said the line™! (Not to be too nitpicky here but uh, Stephen didn't stumble and he didn't lose his way either so the line doesn't really make any sense since it doesn't apply to him but I'll let that slide because I LOVE that line).

And I'm going to put this in the positive side of things because I'm petty as all hell: I saw Peggy die after she said a bunch of words that DO NOT BELONG TO HER. And it was wonderful. I (silently) clapped in fact. Yes, I hate her. And yes, I was alone and no one saw me doing it lol

I suspect Charlize is Clea, right? I'm looking forward to that. Charlize Theron and Benedict Cumberbatch? YES PLEASE.

The Negatives

I had been tagging my posts for months with "Keep Waldron away from Stephen" for a damn reason. And I was right. At least there's a silver lining to it all: he didn't ruin Loki because he hated him, he ruined Loki because Waldron is a terrible writer.

First off, I will never forgive them for healing his hands.

(So as it turns out I was wrong about his hands and they didn't fix them which makes me very happy. What I wrote in this 1st part is removed now)

Second, I knew Waldron wouldn't understand his relationship with Christine. It's one of the BEST things about DS1, that they love each other so much but know they can't be together, it works in the origin movie because they arrive at a mutual understanding together - and they still keep that love for each other no matter what happens. But of course how the hell is Michael "kiss your fucking sister" Waldron going to understand platonic love? And friendship? Of course he doesn't! They spent the whole freaking movie linking Stephen's happiness to Christine which is so damn frustrating as if he couldn't find happiness in so many other ways, with any kind of relationship, through achievements, etc.

Especially when in the end they're not going to end up together anyway! What's the point, then? If you want to explore why Stephen isn't happy then do it, go back and truly dive deep into his life because the answer is right there. They mentioned Donna, and that's fine, but what about also talking about how that hurt him, changed him, shaped him, why he doesn't have any friends not even in Kamar-Taj, to the point of going to the wedding alone, not telling Wong about it either... you want to talk about his lack of happiness? That's awesome! But why is it that the only way Waldron refers to it is through (lack of) romance?

Third, the whole damn movie I kept thinking that Wanda was going through another WandaVision and Stephen was being given the Loki treatment. Wanda has no fucking arc whatsoever, she keeps saying "my boys" every 2 minutes when at the end of her series she understood what she had done was wrong and she has never wanted to hurt people willingly! Look, I really would love a chat with Waldron to explain to him the difference between morally grey vs villain because he doesn't get it. And at the end she's killed? Oh no, worse, she kills herself?

What's the point of her wanting to travel to the multiverse to her boys when she could just create another Hex with just her and her kids? And her descend to villainy is so sudden, as well. She left Westview accepting that she had been wrong, taking responsibility for it, apologizing for it, and she left to be alone with the Darkhold. And yes I know it corrupts people (I remember AoS and Aida) but still, Wanda was NEVER a villain. And if the point they wanted to make was that the book had corrupted her they could have done it so much better.

Also, I was under the impression Wanda was a Nexus being? I'm probably wrong but I was surprised there were variants of her in the multiverse.

And speaking of variants... Stephen's variants they're all evil, on the top of being arrogant of course, we shall never forget calling him that in every movie otherwise people might forget. And that chat with the Illuminati where they were basically telling him he's a piece of shit because the Stephen of their universe did something wrong... uh so are we blaming 616 Stephen for shit the 838 Stephen had done? It's the Loki series all over again!

Fourth, Peggy freaking Carter again. Look, it's a damn insult to Steve's character that they gave her his "I can do this all day". Shame on Feige, on Marvel, on Waldron, and anyone who had a say on that. How dare you give that line to a woman who willingly hired a nazi who had tortured and ruined Bucky's life to work for Shield and the American government. How dare you take that line from a man who spent his life fighting fascism and defending civil rights and protecting the weak and give it to someone who worked with nazis. Oh and they called her the first Avenger!

Fifth and last. Queer rep, huh? Absolutely non-existent. Well, America says she had two moms, that's what Disney and Marvel call representation. It's unacceptable that America Chavez, a character who has been a huge icon for the queers, has her sexuality completely erased in this movie. Not a damn word.

No wait, there's another, sixth. Stephen can read sanskrit but I'm supposed to believe he doesn't speak nor understand Spanish? Don't make me laugh.

There's probably more I haven't mentioned but this got long enough. Overall I'll give the movie a 5/10 only for not ruining Stephen's characterization + because I love America + both Christines were absolutely wonderful + Wong is still the Sorcerer Supreme. No more than 5 because Stephen is not the centre of the story and he's sidelined for the most part, and they turned Wanda into something she's not.

And one last thing that's not related to MoM but I feel like sharing: they showed the L&T teaser and the new Avatar trailer. The latter got a higher cheer than the former. Make of that what you wish...

[iwritethat]

Dick Grayson: Fine Cuisine

Summary: Fluff

• Dick is unprepared for a family meal but your offer your fine expertise and have the whole family asking questions about you.

Warnings: Mature language

A/N: Hello lovlies! I’ve missed you all so much, I hope this helps a bit and there’s so much more I could add onto this so please enjoy and lemme know how you all are~

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It started with a family dinner.

As many curious situations do in retrospect, but with a family of vigilantes whose relationship ties have frayed, intermingled and been resewn makes for more interesting get-togethers compared to most.

One thing they could all agree on though? Dick Grayson cannot cook.

"I can't believe that, they just assume it's going to end in a takeout?" Came your amused voice as you placed a coffee on your kitchen island that Dick was currently seated - or rather slumped at.

"It's because the last two times I've hosted something like this, takeout has saved my ass." The ravenette embarrassingly clarifies, voice trailing off toward the end and did his best to avoid looking at you.

Dick Grayson was technically a neighbour, albeit living a few floors below your more lavish (and expensive) apartment suite. After moving into the complex on the same day, you quickly excavated the common ground to build a solid foundation for friendship - as such, meet-ups like these became a regular thing, switching apartments each time.

"Then, I'll help you out." You proudly confirmed, gesturing to your grand kitchen which was the sole reason you’d brought the place - one of the many things Dick envied about your luxurious living area compared to the standardised version of his own, though on an Officers salary he couldn’t afford something like this.

"Ah (Y/n) no, I can't let you do that!” Came his instant reply, hands waving defensively as he adamantaly brainstormed another excuse. “Plus you'll be working that night."

"True, but that doesn't mean I can't set you up beforehand. We'll start tomorrow, I'll teach you a recipe."

———

As previously planned, Dick turned up at your door rather nervously even though he’d been around you many times - not once had he demonstrated a serious negative flaw to his character in order to impress you, but cooking was one of them and you were about to witness chaos that’d likely dispel any romantic inclination he hoped you held for him.

“Ready?”

“No.”

With a playful laugh, you rolled your eyes and pulled the male into your kitchen noting how he was likely tired from his shift at Blüdhavens Police Department earlier that afternoon so a good meal should do wonders. Maybe it’d give him a better nights sleep too? The acrobat never seemed to obtain many of those for some unknown reason, apparently it’s ‘too noisy’ in the city.

“Oh and you can host in my apartment, it’s bigger and I’ll have all the equipment you need. You already have a spare key anyway.”

“You’re really amazing, I don’t deserve you - y’know that?” There were deeper feelings involved in that seemily offhanded thank you, ones relating to his role as Nightwing and his past mistakes which all remained a hated secret from you.

It started well, Dick following along with ease and you concluded that he picked things up fast with how observant he was which sped up the process. The main course he’d nailed with your guidance and so, you decided to move onto dessert.

“Now we add cocoa powder to th-“ You’d froze, mouth open out of surprise with the substances dusting your lips, cheek and part of your left collar bone - the offender in question mirroring your expression, albeit holding back his laughter due to his colossal misjudgement.

“I - I didn’t think it’d go everywhere when I ripped the packet open...”

“You don’t ever rip the packet, you tear it gently!” Came your dangerously mischievous correction, licking the sweet substance from your lips before flicking the currently non-chocolate brownie covered spoon at him with flecks landing on the side of his face.

“Oh, it’s on!”

This ensued an all out war, the two of you ducking and dodging oncoming attacks as you danced around the kitchen island with varying results of accuracy until Dick decided to slide over the marble surface and capture you in his arms.

His embrace faltered slightly as your back hit the island during your feeble attempt to get away, finding yourself trapped between him and the cool surface too enthralled in the carefree antics to notice the proximity. A beat of silence passed once the atmosphere had settled, Dick releasing a breathy chuckle with his grip around your waist loosening slightly as you looked up with a victorious smirk - he took the opportunity to lean forward slightly as if testing the waters and careful to note any kind of reaction you replied with.

However, there was a lack of trust as all is fair in love and war, hence your devious reasoning to close the gap some more and with the softness of his warm breath dancing on your lips you swiftly leaned past his whilst dragging your tongue across his cheek. Dick pulled back instantly, a mix of disgust and offence in his eyes as you spoke.

“Needs more sugar.”

“I’m sweet enough as it is thank you, you’d know that if you’d have just kissed me instead of betraying me like that!” Dick wittily snapped back, admiring the melodious laughter that escaped you at his response.

“I’m sure you do, speaking of - these brownies should last until the dinner so you won’t have to make them again on the day alright? I’ll get everything ready so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“I guess you’d taste pretty sweet too.” Though referencing your kind nature, you couldn’t help but lightly punch him in the shoulder.

———

Regardless of Dicks wistful prayers, the deadline had finally arrived and his family would be sporadically arriving in a matter of hours - so help him.

"All the ingredients are on the counter - do not use anything else - and I've detailed the instructions on the whiteboard in case you forget anything." You pointed to each item as you spoke, donning a jacket before barely making it past the kitchen doorframe due to your neighbours dramatically desperate pleas.

"Can't you just stay? And do it with me?"

"I have to go to work." You laughed at his antics, the man looking like a lost puppy amidst your vast collection of kitchen utensils.

"Work will survive without you, c'mon you wouldn't lose out on much - I'll even pay for the trouble."

That, truly caused you to hesitate with a look of sheer bemusement, a mischievous glint dancing in your irises that mocked his claim almost as much as your sardonic tone.

"If you truly knew my job and paycheck then you'd take that back.” With that, you were quick to flip to a more cheerful voice as you waved goodbye to a pouting Grayson. “Anyway, you'll be fine and tell me how it went once I get back~"

"Wait (Y/n) h-"

The slam of the front door echoed your departure leaving a Dick feeling more lost than ever, the kitchen seemingly quadrupling in size now.

Bruce arrived first along with Damian, Cass, Duke and Alfred. Then there was Tim who’d apparently travelled from Titans tower and finally Jason who’d sauntered in fashionably late as predicted but only by 5 minutes. Each baffled by the sudden change of location which only intensified when the host brought out plates of home cooked dinner.

"..."

"This... this isn't take out..."

"No, it's actual food.” Dick confirmed almost offended and words laced with a hint of underlying sarcasm. “That I made myself."

"Okay, so uh - is it edible then?" Jason quipped back, smirking at his elder brother in a smug manner that only he could achieve.

"Would you just eat it? I went through a lot of stress and effort for this."

Dick encouraging everyone as he sat down, the action only bemusing the members of his family more as they complied to his wishes with varying degrees of hesitance from each of them. Damian trusted Dick the most, but he patiently waited for his father to finish his mouthful before even touching his own dish.

"Wow, this is incredible, the flavour and everything - Dick what happened to you?!" Duke enthusiastically mocked and continued to devour the meal with a sense of radiance which contrasted to Cassandras pure silence as she savoured every tasteful mouthful.

"Grayson, there is no way you are solely responsible for this cuisine." Damian suspiciously raised a brow at the older hero, tentatively laying his cutlery elegantly on the now clear plate.

"Thank you, and maybe I had some assistance from my neighbour."

“Thank you for dinner Dick, it was surprisingly delicious and please give our thanks to your mysterious friend too.” Bruce knowingly added, proud of his protégés accomplishments - though minor in comparison to Alfreds glowing exterior.

“I told you there was hope Master Bruce.”

"Bro, they left a whole list of instructions so you wouldn't mess up and hey, call if you need anything. Sounds like a plan -" Jason, who had waited until everyone was finished explored your kitchen in hopes of finding some evidence as to who their saviour was.

"Jason no! They're working!"

"It‘s an emergency, you’ve been replaced by a clone with adequate cooking skills!” Tim wittily added once leaning against the kitchen doorframe to observe the scene with Damian inspecting the whiteboard before questioning it’s purpose.

“Why leave this if they couldn't answer then?"

"That's the point, she will answer and I don't want to disturb her right now. They've done enough for me already." Dick painfully sighed, strategically slapping Jason’s phone into the air and catching it with his other hand in one swift motion much to the irritation of the latter.

"Hold up - she?" Duke cut in now, holding his hands out for emphasis and subtlety fishing for elaboration.

"Are you dating...?” Jason hummed, taking a moment to analyse Dicks reaction prior to cementing his assumption. “No, but you want to, right?"

“We are not -“

“You want to date someone?” Cass innocently inquired now walking in with a pile of plates, Bruce and Alfred following in afterwards with clean up of their own.

“I mean I -“

“I’ve seen enough of your crushes to know you have one, you’re already flustered by thinking about them romantically.” Bruce effortlessly deducted, Alfred nodding in agreement whilst commencing the washing up.

“You can’t just call me out like that Bats, after everything with been through too.” Dick feigned betrayal, a hand on his heart whilst Bruce shook his head.

“Oh yeah, how long did he wait for Starfire and Barbara though?” Tim jokingly nudged Jason who chuckled at the small dig, though charismatic and charming - when real feelings were involved, Dick Grayson wasn’t one to straightforwardly act on them.

“Real mature guys.”

“I think you should tell her.” Was the sincere voice of reason, Cassandras kind smile enough to silence the devilish remarks of his brothers who now shrugged in defeat.

“We could help...”

———

Miraculously, you'd attained reservations at the most eloquent restaurant in Gotham, located in the more luxurious district of the wealthy. As a result, it served only the finest gourmet cuisine and had waiting lists longer than any other, so much so that even Bruce Wayne had yet to successfully book a place at the establishment.

You had given him the news when he’d recounted the events of his family dinner (skipping over certain discussions) and how they were grateful for your generosity.

Now, you'd asked Dick for how many he'd like seated at the table so you could finalise the arrangements - he knew you worked there, meaning staff privileges were likely applied in this situation but he was still left speechless.

Gawking at the skyrocketing prices, Dick now understood how much missing one day of work would seriously cost you - he definitely couldn't have afforded your time that night after all.

"So, you say you're paying for this?"

With a painstaking hum of agreement, the eldest nodded with a hint of concern detected on his features, fortunately Bruce had come prepared with his own credit card (just in case). Although his family could be provoking and frivolous toward one another, they were also respectful in situations like these and wouldn't run the bill up too high like certain members would if Bruce had been footing the bill. Dick had a charismatic bond with all of them in that sense.

Meanwhile, you handled everything in your kitchen of organised chaos as the orders came pouring in, including that of Dicks table who you had yet to formerly greet.

"This is cereal..." The head waiter meant it more of a question than a statement, looking to you with upmost uncertainty due to the simplicity of the dish compared to those on your signature menu.

Did they even stock Lucky Charms with the ingredients? The answer was no, you’d intentionally bought them purely for this very day and scenario.

"I know, I know - please serve it to my neighbour on Table 12, he'll get it." You humourously assured the man who seemed to have more to say but didn’t wish to argue with higher authority.

"Ah, Chef..." Your sous chef called moments later, overlooking the scene with mild skeptism before realising the nature of your scheme.

"Hm?"

"You do realise he is currently seated with Mr Bruce Wayne, don't you?" Upon processing that unprecedented information you immediately bolted - hot on the trail of the waiter with a weak promise in your wake.

"What?! I thought he'd bring his friends along not his- oh god, I just sent them cereal- shit, I'll be right back!"

With strategy and precision, you carefully intercepted the tray only seconds before it’d be placed in front of the empty seat of Dick Grayson - the man in question probably taking a bathroom break.

"Aha, pardon me, this was an incorrect order on my part, please forgive the interruption." You bowed with an apology, disappearing in hopes the remainder of the party hadn’t the time to fully decipher the mistake.

Of course, unbeknownst to you, this was a table full of detectives who constantly observed even the most trivial of details.

"Was that... cereal?"

The night followed on as planned, yourself wrapped up in cooking and supervising throughout the night with the only interruption coming from the waiting staff informing you that Table 12 would like to meet the Chef. Such a gesture was commonplace for you, customers regarded as strangers being much less intimidating than your neighbours family - you couldn’t comprehend why, it’s not like you were dating him or anything but their auras just radiated strength.

"Good evening, I'm glad to hear you -" Arriving at the table, you weren’t given the chance to finish before Dick had stood to greet you with a warm smile gently brushing your upper arm once deciding against hugging you out of habit.

"Hey, (Y/n). You didn’t come over this morning, everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine Dick I just had to readjust a menu." You waved his worries off with a grateful nod, hands on your hips in accomplishment as you expected to resume natural conversation with him.

"Okay okay, compliments to you, the food was immaculate - but how do you know our brother?" A youthful male bearing a white streak through his hair cut in, genuine sincerity in his tone when offering his praise before incredulously gesturing to Dick.

"He's my neighbour."

"I - he's a what now?" Duke shook his head in disbelief, looking between you both rather unconvinced.

"Are you kidding me Grayson?!" Tim was next, the most exasperated out of the whole table as he pinched the bridge of his nose whilst Dick quizzically scanned each of his company for insight.

"What...?"

"You got cooking lessons from one of the top Chefs in the whole damn country, you're friends with her, and you didn't even know who she was?!" The slimly built youth exclaimed, apparently knowledgeable in regards to the culinary world and had read of your famous reputation.

“(Y/n) (L/n) owns this restaurant Dick. Also, thank for the other week, the recipe was lovely.” Bruce politely added, nodding to you with a smile.

“You didn’t say that, you only said you worked here.” Dick turned to you now, in a feeble attempt to justify his lack of acknowledgment to your renowned status.

“Well, I do. In my defence you never asked, I mean my apartment and kitchen are rather fancy - that didn’t come on minimum wage.” You replied a matter-of-factly with an air of confidence to your voice.

"Are we forgetting that this is also the chef who was going to serve Richard cereal?" At the remark from Duke, a heated flush adorned your skin due to the embarrassment of being caught - the whole table breaking into collective chuckles.

"You were? - Wow that's such a dick move!" Dick was openly laughing at your failed attempt at humour, lightly nudging your side as you pushed him away in playful defence.

"Shut up! I didn't realise you were with your family, or else I wouldn't have done it."

Jason immediately waved that claim off, cheekily smirking at you as he spoke. “Oh no, I'm so glad you did, honestly it's the main reason I like you right now."

“That and you spared us the horror of Graysons cooking.” Damian conviently inputted, conniving grin sent to his favourite brother.

“You’re welcome, ah I apologise but I should get back to work so please excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you all.” Taking a calculating glance over the expanse of exquisite tables and order exchanges you thought it best to return to your duties with a gracious smile and started toward the kitchen.

“Can I drop by tonight, I won’t be able to afford any thank you gifts after this but I’ll bring you a coffee?” Dick cheerily inquired, causing you to spin on your heel with a shy laugh and confirmation of his proposal.

“Don’t worry, this is my treat. You guys don’t have to pay for anything so enjoy the rest of your evening.” With that you were once again swept up into the busy atmosphere beyond the kitchen doors.

The table remained quiet for a few moments, Dick sitting down and looking to them almost as if searching for their impressions of you only to be met with bemused, impressed and mischievous gazes.

Not for you, oh no - these were shamelessly directed at a now enamoured Dick Grayson.

“Please marry her.”

[spencers-dria]

Lost in a Daydream

Someone to Stay Ch. 14

Content/Trigger Warnings: darker topics on death and mentions of alcohol

You step into your patients room, closing the door gently behind you. The palliative care nurse is already in the room, breaking the news to the husband.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Gray. I know you love Cristina very much. This is a difficult time, and we are here to help you through it in any way we can."

"Help?! You're not helping!" He yells as he stands up, pushing the nurses hand off his shoulder.

"If you were really helping you'd be saving her not letting her die!" Tears start to stream down his face as he clenches his fists, his face red with anger.

"I know it's hard to understand. There's nothing else that can be done. It's been 30 days on the ventilator. Do you remember the paperwork she filled out? She didn't want to live like this."

"Don't you dare tell me what my wife wanted! And I don't care about any damn paperwork! I'm her husband, and I should get final say!"

His body language has definitely become more aggressive. You step in to help diffuse the tension, and act as backup if needed. You quickly page the charge nurse, before things escalate. You'd rather have too much help than not enough.

"I know you're hurting Mr. Gray. We truly are sorry. But your wife made legally binding choices, and we have to honor her wishes. We will help you through every step and make her as comfortable as possible."

"I've heard enough! I'm not gonna stick around here to watch you people kill my wife!"

He storms out pushing past both of you, nearly knocking over the charge nurse on her way into the room.

The three of you share a look, knowing how hard this can be on families. You get ready to continue the process, making sure you stick by Cristina Gray's side so she's not alone.

A couple hours later, it's the end of shift and you're completely beat, emotionally and physically. Luckily you made plans for a girls night, and if anyone can cheer you up, it's Penelope Garcia.

You arrive at Penelope's apartment to find that Aunt JJ and Emily have already arrived. They're all sitting around chatting with full wine glasses. 10 things I Hate About You is on in the background, a classic. You plop down on the couch, reaching over to the coffee table to pour yourself a glass of wine.

"Long day, huh?" Emily asks, looking genuinely concerned.

"Yeah we had to let a patient go. The family didn't take it too well."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." JJ says while wrapping an arm around you to give you a comforting squeeze.

Penelope gets up from her seat to embrace you in a hug. You needed that.

You take in a deep breath before responding. "Thank you, all of you. But I'll be ok, I'm pretty used to it. Tonight I just want to relax, and have fun!"

"Well in that case, how are things going with Spencer?" Emily raises her eyebrows, giving you a smirk.

"Emily!" JJ chastises her, giving her a look of exasperation.

You laugh it off. "No it's okay. We're good friends. We are uh... well we are planning a trip. He's never been to The Wizarding World in Orlando. So..."

You feel your face start to burn as the three of them give you knowing looks, JJ included.

"But you like him right?" Penelope pipes up.

Your eyes go wide and you know you've turned completely red. "I don't uhhm...well I don't..."

You bury your face in your hands, gripping at your hair. You finally breath the words out. "I don't know." It's the closest you've come to acknowledging that there might be something between the two of you.

"Well, I will say this, he's a wonderful guy. And the two of you seem to really enjoy your time together. Now if you don't feel that way, that's fine too. There's no pressure."

How is it that Aunt JJ can always put you completely at ease. You look up at her with a nervous smile.

The other two chime in "Yeah no pressure!" "We're just being nosy!"

Penelope whispers a little to loudly to Emily "They'd be really cute together though..."

"I know right!" Emily grins.

You can't help but giggle, a smile breaking through on your face. It wasn't the worst idea.

"I wanted to kiss him the other day, I think."

That got their attention. They've now gathered around you, prodding for more information.

Penelope insisting you tell the whole story of what happened. You recount how he showed up at your door, calling you pretty when you felt you looked your worst. You explained how the two of you had laid closer for the movie, how having your head on his shoulder made your heart race.

"So, when are you going to tell him?" JJ asks.

"Oh! Oh no...I couldn't. I can't! There's no way he would ever..."

Emily cuts you off. "Yes there is way he would ever." She laughs, rolling her eyes. "You're gorgeous and kind and funny. Based on the way he looks at you, it's a pretty sure bet he knows all of that to be true."

"The way he l-looks at me?" You falter at the thought. You'd never noticed anything.

"Oh my gosh yes!" Penelope squeals. "He looks at you like you're the best thing he's ever seen, like he'd do anything for you. It's straight out of a romance novel."

You feel your face turning red again, as you swallow the growing lump in your throat. The thought of talking to Spencer about any of this really does a number on your anxiety.

"We'll see. I'll just...well maybe he'll say something."

"Have you met Spencer?" Emily jests giving you a look that says that's a stretch.

You just laugh it off. Now that you think about it, you've been growing feelings for him for weeks now. You'd even admit to feeling something at Rossi's dinner party. But you were just now coming to terms with this. You've barely processed it yourself. You're definitely not ready to dump it all on Spencer.

Attention slowly turns back to the movie as the other three continue sipping on their wine, chatting about what a great match Kat and Patrick make. But your thoughts are anywhere but the movie. You find yourself imaging what it would be like to date Spencer. He's already such a wonderful friend,

you can't help but wonder how he would act in the role of boyfriend. You wonder what it would be like to kiss him. He's probably so shy and timid, knowing Spencer. He's such a sweetheart. The thought has you smiling to yourself.

The other three ladies notice your attention is elsewhere as the see the look on your face. They all exchange knowing looks and smiles.

————————————————————

Spencer POV:

Since the girls were having a night together, Morgan insisted we do something as well. Somehow we landed on the gym, which I certainly did not vote for. Hotch and Rossi both had plans so it's just me and Morgan. After dragging me to several different machines, he finally lets us take a water break.

"You're getting better at keeping up pretty boy. I remember when you first started and you couldn't make it through more than 5 minutes," he laughs.

I roll my eyes but decide to take it as a compliment.

"You gotta keep in shape for the ladies am I right? Or should I say lady?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me a huge grin on his face.

"I don't know what you're taking about." I look at the wall in front of me as I sit to do some stretches, avoiding his gaze at all cost.

"Oh c'mon don't play dumb with me man. I've seen the way you look at Y/N. And don't you two spend all your free time together?"

"Morgan, no! We're just friends!"

"Oh okay. You're telling me, you've honestly never thought about dating her?"

I open my mouth to respond but nothing comes out. He's not wrong. I sit there for a minute, thinking about all the times the thought had crossed my mind. I remember the butterflies I felt when we were sitting in the coffee shop together. I think about all the movie nights where I had to stop myself from grabbing her hand. Then there was the night at the bar, when it was all I could do not to lean in and kiss her as she danced with me. I must look completely lost in a day dream because Morgan sees the look on my face before responding.

"Yeah that's what I thought pretty boy."

I jump back up and make my way over to the weights, which I usually do my best to avoid. Weights are more of Morgan's arena. I put all my frustrations about not understanding my own feelings into every rep. Morgan walks over to spot me, hell bent on continuing the conversation.

"So how are you going to ask her out?"

I set the weights down, wiping the sweat off my head with a towel and running my fingers through my hair.

"You think I should ask her out?" My voices raises a few pitches, out of nervousness.

"Heck yeah! She'd be crazy to say no to a great guy like you!"

I roll my eyes, giving him a quick shove as I can't help but laugh. Derek may pick on me a lot, but he always has my back. His confidence in me boosts my own confidence a bit.

"I don't want to mess things up. She's my best friend..."

He sits down beside me, taking a serious tone.

"You two have gotten pretty close. If the two of you are as tight knit as you seem, I wouldn't worry about that. Either she'll say no and you'll both let it go, continuing a great friendship..."

"Or?" I question, worry covering my face.

"Or she'll say yes and the two of you will have a wonderful wedding."

And Morgan is back at it again. I roll my eyes at him as I stand to head to the locker room. But as I walk away, I can't stop smiling.

I decide to bounce some ideas off of him, about what I could do for a first date. I don't want to just do dinner and a movie. I want it to be special and unique just like her. After we throw out a couple ideas Morgan finally asks "Well why don't you use something the two of you have done or talked about? Or maybe something she told you about herself? When did you first start having feelings for her? That could be a good place to start."

I think back to when she joined me for phantasmagoria and we spent the evening in the coffee shop/music store. She told me how wrapped up her feelings were in music. An idea starts to blossom and I quickly tell Morgan, hoping to work through all the details. It has to be perfect. If it works out like I plan, I can ask her out and have our first date all at once. I want to show her how much I care, and I can't think of a better way to do it.

[fal-carrington]

Just The Two of Us Pt.3

Pairing: Kamilah x Mc x Adrian

(Part 1) (Part 2)

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Disclaimer: All the characters belongs to PB

Prompt: After the last night fighting against Gaius, before his fall, he puts his plan into execution, changing the lives of Adrian, Kamilah and Mia forever. Friendships may end, a heart may be broken and a new love may arise. In the end who will win the girl's heart? 

Thunder crept through the black skies, and heavy rain fell outside, leaving drops of water on the glass windows as the temperature outside fell more and more. Mia kept her eyes on the window watching the rain fall, her arms crossed trying to warm herself in her white wool sweater, she was in Kamilah's beautiful and elegant office at Ahmanet Financial. That night Kamilah had asked her to go to her office so that both could discuss an important issue, she had not said exactly what, but something in the back of the girl's mind said that her life would change even more. She sighed impatiently. She had already paced through the office, watched every item, every object carefully for the entire time she was there waiting for Kamilah. Eight months had passed since the blonde had moved to Kamilah's house. Living with Kamilah was a different experience than she had imagined. Both had different schedules, which means they hardly saw each other at home. Kamilah was never present, which look like Mia lived alone, at least two or three hours of the day Kamilah would return home to shower and change clothes and return to her company. Which gave Mia the impression that the vampire was avoiding her. Her cell phone vibrated at that moment, Mia took it out of her pocket and checked it out. A new message. Adrian. The girl felt her chest tighten at the sight of that name on the screen. Adrian... The love of her life. They hadn’t talk since their broke up. Whatever it was... She had to find out. "I miss you. Deeply. Every day.” She read the message. "...You are here. Great.” Mia heard Kamilah's voice behind her, closing the office door behind her. The girl blocked the cell phone and put it in her pocket, turning to the vampire queen. "Yeah... You called me. It seemed urgent.” The blonde bit her lips anxiously. Kamilah stood in front of the door, studying her silently. From the way she looked at her, it seemed to Mia that she knew... She knew Mia was hiding something. Kamilah nodded silently and went to her private bar. "Do you want something to drink?" Kamilah asked. "Whatever you have is fine for me." Mia replied trying to sound casual. Kamilah made the drinks silently. When she finished, she approached the girl and handed her a glass of whiskey. "I apologize for making you wait. I was at an important meeting." 

"It’s fine." She shook her head. Kamilah sat down on the black leather sofa, pensive. "Please, sit down." She gestured and Mia did, sitting a few inches away from Kamilah. "You must be wondering why I called you here tonight, which could be so important." Kamilah's eyes turned to the girl, warm, hot as fire. Mia could smell the perfume radiating from the CEO's suit.

"... It is true that we married in difficult circumstances for both of us. It was not something planned, it was not something any of us could have some kind of control over. It just happened.” Kamilah said quietly, as if she was looking for the right words to say. "I have to confess that the only time marriage arose in my mind was when I was still young and idealistic in my time in Egypt. But of course this never happened... until now. " "Uh, for me too. My mother always dreamed about my wedding day, I think she always imagined that I would end up marrying Connor, and... Well, it did not work out. My parents knew about Adrian, but... I told them we broke up. I did not mention the wedding, of course. I'm still trying to find a way to tell.” She scratched uncomfortable her neck. "I see," Kamilah said. Mia kept her green eyes glued to Kamilah, still trying to understand what the CEO was trying to say with all that. "What happened between us that night... It's forever. It brought consequences for both of us. You and I were married in a supernatural ceremony, and we will not be able to undo this, I thought of making things legal. So I talked to my lawyers and I decided to make things right." "What does that mean?" Mia asked confused. Kamilah reached into her jacket, pulling out a velvet box. Mia could see the Tiffany and Co's insignia in the box. She opened her mouth, speechless. "This... is what I think it is?" She stammered, pointing to the little box. "Lily told me how you always dreamed of winning a Tiffany's ring. So I bought this for you, I hope you like it.” She opened the box revealing a gorgeous ring with a large white diamond on it. "I want you to marry me at civil. A real marriage for both of us." Kamilah took a deep breath, looking into her eyes with an unexpected vulnerability in those brown eyes. "The ring is... The ring is beautiful," Mia said shocked. Yes, she had always dreamed of winning a Tiffany's ring, but she never thought it would ever come true. "I spent almost a century building this company. My image... It's very important to me, Mia. The media always see me as inaccessible, and at some point I would have to change some things. As the head of this company, my image is everything. If you agree to marry me, this will only benefit you. I can give you at least 5% a month so you can do whatever you want with that money.” "I do not want your money. I never wanted that, I told you that I want to work and be independent.” Mia shook her head and held the briefcase to her, Kamilah stopped raising her hand. "I never said it was what you wanted. If you are my wife, legally, you can have anything you want, protection, comfort, I can give you a much better health plan, you can have everything you ever wanted." Kamilah said "In the other hand... You will go to some dances, and charity parties with me, as well as other commitments."

"So, you want me to play the perfect wife as return?" Mia concluded.

"I'm not imprisoning you. You can get involved with anyone you want, as long as you are discreet about your affairs and it is not published in any newspaper or magazine. You are young. Look at this as a contract and we'll both be happy with this deal." 

Mia remained silent, pondering. The chances of her ever having a bit of affection on Kamilah's part were high, but there was nothing she could do. Both were already married and bonded, and staying away from Kamilah was not an option. Then, suddenly Adrian show up at the corner of her mind.

“But... What about Adrian?” She asked uncertain, Kamilah’s perfect brows furrowed, she changed her posture.

“What about him?”

“This will... This will kill him. Even more than the bounding cerimony we did.”

“I know, but there’s not another way for the both of us, we all know that.” Kamilah said contemplative.

“This will be a lot worse than that. That night we both were forced into that wedding, now we are doing this by our choice. We are making this official, the whole world is going to know that I’m your wife, not his. He’s going to think... He’s going to think—” Mia was unable to continue, Kamilah stared at her patiently.

“What he’s going to think?” Kamilah asked. “...That you have feelings for me? We both know it’s isn’t true.” Kamilah said. “Leave Adrian with me, but this... This is about you and me and our contract.” Kamilah took a deep breath.

“Can you stop talking about this like a negotiation? I’m not your client or one of your employees! I’m your blood wife”

“Mortals...” Kamilah cursed under her breath. “Adrian may have your heart, but I have your hand and that’s all that I need. What do you want, Mia?" Kamilah asked.

“Oh, god... I’m going to break his heart doing this.” Mia felt the hot tears streaming down her cheeks, she quickly wiped, trying to hide from Kamilah, but Kamilah was quick enough to notice. "I sign the papers, but I want something," Mia said finally, Kamilah sighed patiently.

"Which is?" Mia looked at those deep brown eyes, timidly.

"The only thing I want from you, to agree to do this, if it's all right for you, I'd really like to get your last name, because... I've never had the surname of someone who cares about me. I know you said that you don’t. But... You saved my life in that temple, and I know how much it cost you, and if it's enough for you to hate me for the rest of eternity, whatever, I do not want your money, your property, your last name is the only thing I need it.” Mia took courage and said those words staring at Kamilah, who in response seemed to have taken a punch in the face, she had actually caught the queen by surprise.

“As you wish.” Kamilah answered coolly back. 

Mia held out her hand to Kamilah, who stared at it at first, not understanding, but then sighed, rolling her eyes, taking the ring and putting the girl's left hand. "It's absolutely beautiful," Mia said looking at the ring. "Just like you," Kamilah replied, causing the girl to look at her.

And there Mia was at the city hall at the end of that afternoon, waiting for Kamilah to show up. Mia should know better than that. She struggled with the pros and cons of this situation, after all, she was already married to Kamilah, she just wanted to legalize things, after all Kamilah was a public figure, and had an image to watch over, that is, Kamilah was only thinking about her business, as always. Deep in her mind, came the image of Adrian and how much he was suffering from it all. Poor Adrian.

The city hall was crowded with people, Mia looked around the long line that stretched down the hall, waiting for Kamilah. The girl bit her lips, her fingers tracing a long pattern on the fabric of her white dress. She waited at the end of the line, watching couples of their own free will marry. Couples in love. Lily was there uneasy beside her, Mia obviously called her as her bridesmaid, Lily anxiously clapped the sole of her boot on the floor.

"I can not believe this is happening," Lily said with a smile. "You're really getting married, and this time it's not going to be a ceremony by an evil priest." Mia sighed, definitely her best friend was more anxious about this than she was. It was all Kamilah's idea. Mia could remember perfectly when Kamilah proposed this, a civil marriage. A real wedding in front of the judge. It was not exactly a romantic proposal for marriage, it was just another contract for Kamilah.

"Have you told your parents yet?" Lily asked.

"Uh, not really. I plan on telling them in person, I guess it's not the kind of thing you say on the phone,” Mia said. "Where is she?" She looked out the back door, waiting for Kamilah to appear.

"Do not worry, she'll show up. So... After today you are officially rich. Can I call you Mrs Sayeed?” Lily teased a smile from Mia's face.

"Kamilah's last name is the only thing I'm going to get out of all this mess," Mia said, remembering her past conversation with Kamilah.

"Anxious?" Lily asked.

"It's not exactly the wedding of my dreams, but rather a little. Do you think I'm doing the right thing?"

"She'll take care of you, love is a thing that builds up over time, Mia," Lily said. Mia shook her head.

"I'm not expecting Kamilah's love." Mia smiled shyly. Lily took hold of her hand, squeezing a little bit. Mia's attention was drawn to the city hall doors when Kamilah appeared, absurdly beautiful as ever, wearing a black suit and a blue social shirt, her hair and makeup always beyond perfection. There was something about Kamilah which intimidated her and attracted her at the same time. Kamilah walked to Mia and Lily with impeccable confidence attracting glances, she was talking to someone on the phone besides her was a woman in a impeccable suit.

"... Postpone my next meeting in forty minutes, I have an appointment now that requires my attention." Kamilah said for the woman, she hung up her cell phone and looked at Mia from above. "... You look very decent today." She praised her unexpectedly. Mia opened her mouth staring at the tall woman in front of her, speechless.

"Uh...Thank you? Who’s that?." She asked curious.

“Mia that’s my assistant Karen.” Kamilah did the introductions.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs Sayeed.” Karen gave Mia a handshake with a half smile.

“I’m not—” Mia opened her mouth to say something, she wasn’t used to be called like that and probably would never be. “...Nice to meet you too, Karen.” Kamilah gave a half smile.

"What are you doing in line?" Kamilah pointed at the staff.

"Waiting our turn," Mia replied as if it were obvious.

"Nonsense. Let's go. They're waiting for us.” Kamilah stepped out of the line and passed those people cutting the line.

"Kamilah, we can not cut the line!" Mia hurried to catch up. A man standing in front of the judge's office doors clasped Kamilah's hand with a smile on his face.

"We were waiting for your arrival, Mrs Sayeed. This way.” Mia and Lily exchanged glances as he guided them into the cabinet. They were greeted by a gray-haired old man wearing a black tunic, he smiled amiably and squeezed Kamilah's hand.

"How are you, Gilbert?" Kamilah smiled for the first time that day.

"Very well, I thank you for your generous contribution to our new forum pavilion, Kamilah."

"Just doing my duty."

"And is that lovely lady that I heard so much about it?" He squeezed Mia's hand, which smiled shyly in response. "She's really beautiful as you told me." Mia looked at her blankly. Kamilah scratched her throat.

"Can we start this? I have an important meeting in a few minutes."

"Sure, sure." Mia took her place in front of Kamilah, Kamilah reached out and took the girl's hands, at the same instant Mia felt the heat radiating from Kamilah, that electric current running through her body. The judge had already begun his speech about love and the duties of each couple. Kamilah's brown eyes studied her patiently, bottomless, drawing her ever closer. Mia ignored the treacherous thoughts that invaded her mind, she loved Adrian, only Adrian, but she was marrying Kamilah, it was no more than an act, a facade, having to play the CEO's perfect wife was her next mission and she hated every minute of it. As time passed, and they both listened to the judge's sermon, making their vows and promising things they would probably never do, Kamilah took a box from inside her jacket, Mia watched as she opened it and handed it to Lily as she picked up a pure gold ring .

"You bought rings," Mia said as she saw the ring in Kamilah's hand.

"Of course I bought it. Did you really think I was going to let you wear that horrible ring that Jameson arranged?” Kamilah took her hand from the old ring and replaced it with the new one. Mia did the same with her, putting the ring in Kamilah's hand, making the same promises she had made weeks ago.

"...You may now kiss the bride," the judge nodded to Kamilah. Mia waited for Kamilah to say it was not necessary, as she did the last time, but Kamilah surprised her as she took a step forward with her eyes still locked on Mia, touching the girl's cheek gently with her hand and lowering herself to the height of Mia to kiss her. Mia felt Kamilah's hot lips against hers, suddenly all that energy, that warmth, that attraction returned, she could feel how much Kamilah was holding on that kiss, standing on tiptoe and wrapping her arms around the neck of the CEO.

“YAY!” Lily screamed bursting confetti into the two, making them both look back to her.

"Lily! I told you not to do this here.” Mia called her attention.

"Sorry, sorry."

"All right, I'll get someone to clean it up," the judge said quietly. Mia smiled at him ungraciously. Kamilah stepped away before Mia could even protest, leaving a quick kiss on Mia's lips. Mia moistened her lips, still looking uncomfortably at her. Both signed the papers, after the bureaucracy they were dismissed. Mia followed Kamilah out of the room, who was cleaning her suit.

"I took so many pictures," Lily said excitedly looking at her cell phone as she walked them both out of the office.

"That was a lot faster than I thought," Kamilah said, adjusting her suit, her eyes on the marriage certificate.

"Yeah... quick," Mia said absently.

"How are you feeling?" Kamilah asked.

"I'm pretty sure you do not mind the answer," Mia replied, folding her arms, Kamilah rolled her eyes impatiently. "About our contract marriage? Well... It's confusing, strange, I don’t know, I—"

"...Since we arrived you keep insisting on complaining about everything, I've let things go faster, you in my point of view, you're earning as much as me with all of this," Kamilah said coldly.

"Uh, guys..." Lily called them.

"You're never satisfied with anything, you mortals are so selfish." Kamilah said trying to keep her voice down. Mia opened her mouth in revolt.

"Do not you dare start with that, Kamilah—" She pointed at the beautiful tall woman in front of her.

"Guys, I know you both love to fight, but who called those reporters?" Lily pointed to the glass doors, drawing their attention.

“I’m going to call the car.” Karen said.

"Oh, fuck," Mia said as she noticed the crowd of reporters crowding at the door. "What do we do? How did they know about us?!"

"This was supposed to be an intimate ceremony, clearly is not anymore." Kamilah said quietly. She brought her face closer to Mia's, giving her a wry smile. "Better get used to the attention, Mrs Sayeed, because today it's from here to worse."

Raines Corp

The elevator doors of Raines Corp opened, giving way to Kamilah, the vampire queen entered gracefully, being received by the new secretary of Adrian.

"Hey... Can I help?" The new girl asked, stammering as she got a cool look from the CEO, who walked into the boardroom where the Council met that night.

"I apologize for my delay," she said as she sat down to her usual seat. All the council members were already there.

“Nonsense, we were just waiting for our majesty coming back from her wedding.” Adrian answered angry.

“He knows.” Kamilah thought to herself.

"Look who it is, if not the newest bride." Priya gave a mischievous laugh, resting her elbows on the table. "How was the wedding? Tell me, does Mia is a good kisser? Oh, I suppose I should ask Adrian that too, don’t I? They both know the answer."

"Congratulations Kamilah, she's a catch." Lester smiled at her, receiving a angrily glance from Kamilah.

"That's enough," Adrian said, standing up and adjusting his suit. "I believe we have more important issues to discuss."

"Yes, such as how Kamilah's honeymoon is going to be," Priya pointed out. "It's okay to be jealous of Mia, Adrian, I’m as well. You were not the only one who wanted Mia just for you. "

"Shut your mouth before I cut your throat," Kamilah muttered.

"I can not believe I left Brooklyn to hear three bitter children quarreling." The Baron cursed.

"Right, right." Jax stood and stood beside Adrian. "I believe we have things more important than Kamilah's marriage to be discussed, for example, how we are going to distribute the clans to end the hordes of ferals in the city."

And there was three hours of discussion and no progress. When all the council members left the room, there remained only Adrian and Kamilah, who sat at the table, Adrian with his eyes on the glass, without looking at her.

"Adrian..." Kamilah started to speak, but was interrupted by he.

"How can you?" He raised his eyes, revealing a pained expression on his face, Kamilah opened her mouth to answer, but she could not. "How can you betray me like this? You. You are my best friend and sister. After all these years—"

"I had no other choice," Kamilah said.

"WE ALL HAVE A CHOICE!" He shouted, raising his voice. Kamilah remained calm looking at him. "You chose to marry her behind my back, and now the whole world knows, the whole world knows that she belongs to you."

"Oh, please. We were already married, I just legalized what was already done. You and I both know that there is no love in this marriage. I do not love her and she does not love me, we are not even sleeping in the same bed, I spend most of the week in my company."

"What's the story?"

"I met her at a business meeting, I called her for a drink weeks later. We fell in love, and we started dating in a few months, we married at an intimate ceremony in New York. The media loves these things."

“You did not even bother giving her a perfect marriage.” Adrian said disgusted.

"No, but I minded giving her a home, a better life," Kamilah replied. “What happens inside that house is my and her business, Adrian." Kamilah said.

"What did you offer her to accept that?" He asked standing up.

"All she could ever want."

"Except love," Adrian said coldly.

"She just asked for one thing, Adrian. And I gave her what she asked for."

"What?!"

"My last name." Adrian's eyebrows furrowed, and his look of anger shifted to hurt in a matter of seconds.

"Then that's it? A marriage of appearances? How do you think she'll live with that, Kamilah? This is not life for her, You can live on a facade, but Mia will not, keep that in mind Kamilah. You stolen my one true chance of redemption and married her, I will never forgive you for this and neither do she.”

“I can live with her hatred.” Kamilah said coldly.

Ahmanet Financial

It was an intense night at Kamilah's company, the CEO had just left a complicated business meeting with a Korean company, she had to use extreme methods to get a deal closed, and there was another one within the next hour. Her fight with Adrian had given her so much to think, deep down she felt horrible in all this situation, her disgust for Gaius had grown even more, if it was still possible. Kamilah sighed as she leaned back in her chair, checking the last reports she had received. The queen just wanted peace. A minute of peace and silence. She had even asked Karen not to let anyone bother her in her office.

When in that moment of peace was interrupted by the doors of the office bursting open, giving way for a rebellious Mia, followed by Karen.

"Kamilah!" That little blond creature with green eyes radiating fury, stared at the CEO as if ready to leap on her neck.

"I'm sorry, Mrs Sayeed, I tried to stop her." Karen tried to apologize in vain. Kamilah held up a hand to silence her.

"It's okay, Karen. Can you leave me alone with my wife, please?” Karen nodded as she walked out of her office as soon as she entered.

"You and I have something serious to discuss." Mia pointed at her angrily.

"Well, it should be for you to come into my office like you were at your house," Kamilah said patiently, taking a deep breath to keep calm.

"Oh, I have a good reason." Mia took the control of Kamilah's desk and turned on the plasma tv glued to the wall. "Us." She passed through channels and they all had a picture of Kamilah and Mia with the media popping out saying about how the dreamy CEO of The United States had married a young girl. "I got a heated call from my parents, they saw the news, they were so fucking angry with me, how could I marry so young and not tell anyone, not invite anyone from my family! My mother almost killed me on the phone! And my Nana... Oh my nana, when she finds out she will be so upset” Mia paced back and forth, running her hand through her blond hair, nervously.

"Oh, that's what this is about." Kamilah closed her notebook, not caring.

"Kamilah, that's very serious!" Mia stopped to approach the CEO's desk. "They're pissed as hell! I have to fix it! "

"Yes, you do. In the meantime try to avoid going into my office like that." Mia stopped in her tracks to look at Kamilah.

"What? You’re not taking the subject of family seriously?" Mia laughed.

"Did I say something funny?" Kamilah frowned. "Deal with this Mia." Kamilah shrugged, unbothered.

"No, you and I are going to solve this. We're in this together now.” The girl leaned her hands on the CEO's desk.

"Mia, they're your responsibility." Kamilah took a long breath. "I will not take sides to settle a fight between mortals."

"No, now you listen to me. You're not going to threw this on me, this I will not solve on my own. You agreed to that, you agreed to marry me. By the time you agreed to that, you became part of this family too, they are our family.” Kamilah opened her mouth to argue, but Mia interrupted her. "And I do not want to hear you say you do not mind, because from now on you and I are going to do it, whether you want it or not." She stared into Kamilah's deep brown eyes, which were returned by a cautious look from the CEO.

"Mia O'Connell Sayeed, are you challenging me?" Kamilah sat up in her chair resting both hands on her desk, her face inches from Mia's.

"Yes. I am,” Mia confronted her back.

"A bold choice, many people who chose this did not survive." Kamilah said between her teeth.

"Let's see then." Mia stood up, not taking her eyes off Kamilah. "You'll meet my parents and my family, and this discussion is over." She said taking her coat and going to the doors of Kamilah's office, leaving her angry and alone.

A dangerous combination.