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Tale of Two Queens Pt.1

@maydaybranwen It had started with a ball. Rulers of different magical dimensions were always getting together, forming alliances with other rulers and most of all making enemies. It was natural process that was bound to happen when you had a bunch powerful people, who were suspicious of everyone else, and Sarah could see why such things were necessary. She just didn't understand why Jareth would want to form an alliance. He was a powerful ruler, his magic old and powerful just like the dimension he ruled, so there shouldn't have been any reason to form an alliance with someone he didn't like. When Sarah had voiced her concerns to him, Jareth had simply given her a frustratingly charming smile, and asked her about her newest spell. Which had lead to an argument, with Sarah admittedly doing much of the arguing, as she tried to get information out of her husband. At the end of the night, she laid satisfied in Jareth arms after a nice round of angry sex, while he did his best to explain the politics surroundings magical dimensions. That had lead to another discussion in which Jareth had admitted that he only wanted to form an alliance for her sake. “Sarah, I know you might not think it's a big deal but I have never taken a wife in all my years as a ruler, and the fact that my wife is a human may need to rulers viewing me as-” “Weak,” she finished his sentence for him, a small frown forming on her face. “Somebody might see our marriage the perfect opportunity to invade our home” Sarah finished of her statement with a sigh. Slowly her hand reached out to caress Jareth face. “Fine,” she said giving him a small smile. “We'll go to the stupid ball but…” She raised her finger to his lips, silencing any objections, “I get to pick the rulers we form an alliance with.” In response to her terms, Jareth took the hand that was against his mouth and gave it a small kiss. “Whatever, will make my queen happy.” ~ Sam had learned many things since becoming Loki’s wife, most of which included her new duties as a queen and had a long set of traditions in which she had to follow. However, other things she had to learn through experience, especially the most personal rule of all; never question her husband. It was a rule that she had kept close to her heart after a month of their marriage. So when Loki stated that they would be attending a ball, she didn't put up a fuss or demand more information, her only response was to nod her head. Sam had occasionally wondered if other relationships were like theirs, did all queens have to question their husbands unconditionally or be constantly obedient. She had a sinking feeling that the answer was “no”, but it's wasn't like she was going to bring this up to Loki, especially when she owed him so much. He had saved her, taken her in when her whole family and village had been destroyed, and eventually loved her enough to marry her. The god had did all of this despite the fact that she wasn't royalty and couldn't even remember her past, and for that Sam would forever remain grateful. Keeping her silence and making sure her husband stayed happy was the least that she could after he had sacrificed so much from her. “What are you thinking about love?” The god called out, interrupting Sam’s musing. He had been staring at her the entire time, watching her reaction for a hint of disappointment. “Would you rather stay home.” There was a certain tone in his voice that sent Sam on edge, it was almost like he was testing her. “Of course not my love, I was just thinking about the dress I was going to wear,” she replied, a small smile on her face. Loki narrowed his eyes at her, his eyes never leaving her face, almost as if searching for a hint of malice in her face. Sam lowered her gaze to the table, his gaze was too intense for her to handle and at any second it felt as she was going to combust. She didn't look up when she heard the god get up from his chair, or when he came to stand by her side. It only came up when Loki placed his fingers under her chin and tilted it up to look at him; Sam quickly closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for a slap that was sure to come for lying to god. However, instead of a harsh blow that she was accustomed to, Sam was greeted with a soft kiss. It caught her off guard, but she quickly melted into the kiss, eager to soak up in the rare affection her husband was offering. When Loki broke away, Sam couldn't help but to be a little disappointed but didn't say anything, she was lucky that Loki was offering her this much love. “Thank you…” she whispered, a warm smile spreading on her face In response to her words of gratitude, Loki took Sam’s hand into his and gave it a small kiss. “Whatever, will make my queen happy.”

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@maydayfoxface Sam could easily say that the worse thing about being an omega were the stupid alphas that were always trying to mate with her or Wanda. It was frustrating to say the least; politicians, kings, queens and all sorts of people would come over trying to convince Fury to give up his daughters in the hopes of making a deal or possible alliance with the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Luckily, Fury was an overprotective alpha and wouldn't give up his children up just to anybody and made sure that all of their suitors knew that, besides Coulson would kill him if he decided to marry off his only two omega children. However, some alphas couldn't just take a hint; which was why she was currently trying to get an alpha to leave her home. Sam hadn't meant to let him inside in the first place; she had been reading a book when she had heard a knock on the door, thinking that it was one of her siblings she had opened the door, the next thing she knew an unknown alpha was coming into her home, sniffing out the place and demanding to speak to her. After that everything went downhill. Apparently he was a foreign politician that had seen them at a banquet, and had convinced himself that the best way to woo an omega was to barge into their house and break their phone so they couldn't contact anyone. “I swear to God if you don't get out of my house I'm going to make you regret ever seeing my face,” Sam stated, her voice coming out calm and collected. “Just because you're an alpha doesn't mean I can't take you down.” He didn't reply, instead a smirk formed on his face as he took a step towards her; he obviously thought she was joking or trying to bluff her way out until her family returned home. San let out a sigh, it looked like she was going have to fight him. As he walked closer, she took a deep breath, trying to calm down before the fight. Sometimes she really hated being a omega. ~~ Clary never liked attending her family banquets, they were always jammed pack with people trying to get into her parents good grace; either to do a business venture with her dad or trying to arrange a marriage between her and their alpha child. That's why when she would always sleep away until the event was over, her family never commented on it, realizing that she was just trying to get away from the overbearing alphas and honestly she was glad for their support. However, it look like that she wouldn't be able to get any peace tonight; at first she had thought that she had managed to slip away from the party unnoticed, that was until she caught the scent of two alphas following behind her. Clary picked her pace, weaving in and out until corridors as she tried to lose them but the two alphas were right on her scent, and soon she found that was nowhere else to go. Turning around she narrowed her eyes at the two alphas that had been trailing her, they were both big and tall. They both had smug looks on their faces and Clary couldn't wait to wipe it off, if they thought she was going to be an easy target then they had another thing coming. She was just as dangerous as any other alpha, and by the end of the night not only would these two would know but the rest of the guest attending the party. She was just about to open her mouth to give the two alphas a fair warning, when a soft voice spoke out. “Two against one, now this seems really unfair. Do you think we should step in and help Wanda?” The two alphas froze at the words before turning around, they hadn't notice anybody following them and at first they assumed that maybe the new people would be betas but instead was greeted by the sight of two omega females. “But then it would be three against one,” Wanda replied, tilting her head to side. “They might complain and said we ganged up on them or some other horrible lie.” Sam pursed her lips, thinking about her sister comment. “You're right, maybe only one of us should take them. Do you want to draw straws to see who goes?” Wanda was about to reply when she heard growl coming from the alphas, it seemed like they weren't fond of being talked to as if they were insignificant, and had taken their attention away from Clary and directed towards the two women. The two sisters couldn't help but to give each other a satisfied smirk. “I can handle the both of them myself,” Wanda replied, there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Besides aren't you still healing from fighting that other alpha?” Sam let out a sigh, “We'll if you insist,” she shrugged her shoulders taking a step back. “Try not to hurt them to badly…” The redhead gave her a grin before turning her full attention on the two alphas that were slowly approaching them. “I'll try not to damage them to badly,” red energy was forming around her hand as she spoke and the omega couldn't help the excitement in her voice. ~~ The fight was short. In all honesty it shouldn't have been called a fight, it was more of Wanda showing off her powers while the two alphas scrambled to get away from her. Still it got the job done, and Wanda was left with a deep feeling of satisfaction, while Sam looked on with an amused grin. Clary stood shocked, she couldn't really comprehend what had just happened. Having to fight alphas were a normal but being rescued by a couple of omegas was different, not bad, but just out of her range of normal. The two women were beautiful; they carried themselves with an air of confidence and grace that was uncommon for most omegas even in their current society. “Are you okay?” A gentle voice broke Clary’s trance and she snapped her head up to look at the woman who had called out to her. The woman was even more gorgeous up close, her hair was done up in curls that framed her face perfectly. The only blemish was a large purple bruise on her face but make up had been carefully applied to the area in such a way that it looked more like a mark of triumph. “I'm okay,” stated trying to look calm. At this point they probably thought there was something wrong with her by her lack of response. “Thank you for the help.” The woman gave her a small smile, “Don't thank us,” she replied, motioning for the other woman to come closer. “We genuinely love to mess with alphas.” “It's true,” the other woman said stepping forward a smile on her face. Her hair was pulled up in a bun, and while she didn't have any blemishes, she did have a wild look in her eyes like she wouldn't mind hunting the two alphas down and making their life a living hell. “My name is Wanda and this is Sam,” she said pointing to her sister. “I'm Clary,” she stated, trying to find something else to say before they decided to leave. It wasn't everyday that she got to meet unmated omegas even if they were older than her and she wanted to enjoy the moment while it lasted. “How did you guys get here? I assumed that nobody would come this way.” A smirk appeared on Wanda’s face at the question and she placed her arm around Clary’s shoulder. “Well….we actually came to deliver a message to you from our brother.” “Bucky’s an alph and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable or scare you off, so he asked us to do it instead,” Sam added. “So we followed your scent along with the other two alphas here.” “Oh…” She really didn't know how to reply to that information. The fact that a alpha wanted to go out on a date with her wasn't surprising, after so many years she was use to them asking her parents for permission. However, the fact that he was asking her directly instead of her parents and had even went through the extra work of sending out his sisters to make sure she was comfortable meant a lot to her. “I'll accept his request,” Clary was surprised at how calm her voice sounded despite the fact she was so nervous. “Umm...do you mind me asking where you got that bruise from?” Wanda had a huge smile on her face at her answer, and Sam immediately went to work searching through her handbag for a pen and paper. “Great, I'll give you his number so you guys can finalize the details,” finding the material she was looking for, she quickly scribbled down Bucky's number. At Clary’s last question she couldn't help but to give the girl a smile. “I got into a fight with an alpha and won,” she said proudly, handing the paper to Clary. “You should have seen the alpha after I got done with him, I bet he won't break into another person's house again.” Clary looked at the woman with a mixture of both shock and admiration. She had taken down a number of alphas on her own but there was something different about actually hearing another omega proudly state that fact themselves. Her parents would love Sam, especially her mana and mom, and with a start Clary realized that it would be in her best interest to introduce them to Sam in the future. “Thank you,” Clary clutched the paper in her hand, she would need her siblings help if she wanted this to work. “I should be getting back now but I hope to meet you guys soon,” she didn't give them anytime to reply before she was gone, leaving the two omegas standing there. ~~ It was easier to convince her siblings to go along with the plan then Clary thought. Apparently her siblings had found some people as potential partners and after further discussion they realized that the people they're into were all siblings. At first this made everything seems easier, they could all court their intended mate at the same time but then they found out that the people they were the children of Coulson and Fury. Which created a whole new wave of problems, their parents definitely didn't trust Fury or SHIELD and Fury wasn't particularly amiable to their parents either. So, they needed a solution and they needed it fast and that solution came in the form of Sam. She was the only one out of the siblings who were not dating, and if they could get their parents to court her then they wouldn't be able to interfere in their children's love life. Which was why they had made a great deal of effort to convince their parents to all attend the annual fundraiser for Gotham’s orphanages. After a lot of research, they found out that Sam spent a lot of time doing community work, and while their parents might be weary of Fury and SHIELD, they would have a hard time trying to find a fault in a genuinely good person. So once their parents had finally agreed to come, Clary had made it her mission to get Sam to attend the fundraiser alone. Now it was ten minutes into the event and the children were nervous with exception of Damian who didn't know what was going on with his siblings. Sam was due to arrive any moment and they were hoping that this plan didn't blow up in their face o r they would be in deep shit with their parents. “Clary is that you?” They all froze at the sound of that voice but relaxed once they figured out who it was, they were a little confused on how she was able to sneak up them but decided to ignore it. Clary gave the woman a warm smile, “I'm so happy to see you!” she exclaimed, taking Sam's hand and bringing her over to meet there rest of the children. “These are my siblings, their really excited to see you.” Sam nodded her head, a smile instantly formed on her face when Clary mentioned her family. “My siblings talked so much about you guys in the last couple of weeks. It almost feel like I know you already,” she stated. A small frown formed on her face and she turned to Clary, “If your siblings are all here then I don't understand why you needed me. I assumed you didn't want be alone at this event.” “Well…. I actually wanted you here for a different reason.” At Sam's questioning gaze, she quickly tried to find reason that didn't basically boil down to I need you to date my parents so I can date your brother. “Actually, we need your help,” Dick said coming to Clary’s defense. “Both of our parents have a bad history together, so our parents are not really going go be happy that we're dating your siblings.” “We thought it would be better if they knew somebody from your family that was unbiased, and since you're the only one who is not taken we thought it should be you,” J.J added. Sam frowned at them, “I really don't mind helping you but couldn't you just have told me on the phone?” She asked. “I didn't really have to be here for you to tell me this.” “We wanted to meet our parents in person,” Clary quickly stated. “I know this is an inconvenience Sam but we really need your help.” The children held their breath as Sam seemed to think about her answer but it wasn't long before the omega finally gave in, “Fine,” she said, crossing her arms. “Where are your parents?”

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I GOTTA DO THE BROTP MAN CHARLIE AND LENA MAN

so leave a brotp/platonic ship in my ask and i’ll tell you:

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: BOTH MAN. THEY’RE NOTORIOUS FOR IT

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: I feel like Lena would, but just kisses his cheek. That or she mines gagging

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: CHARLIE GETS LENA. He’s the only one who won’t kick her ass into next week.

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: Again, Charlie gives Lena. He’s the one who taught her all men fear sleeping on the couch 😂

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: Probably Charlie. But he’d get the kids to do it so he won’t be blamed

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: CHARLIE BECAUSE HES A BIGGER BABY THAN LENA

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: CHARLIE starts, Lena wins. But only because he’s too busy laughing

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: FUCKING. CHARLIE. ONCE HE GETS USED TO HER AND HOTH HES SO GOING TO TEASE THEM MERCILESSLY

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                      I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

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Damian was horrified, he didn’t know what to expect when he decided to listen to his classmates rambling. It wasn’t like he had done  so in the past, and he considered most of what they had to say as rubbish but at the mention of Santa Claus he had perked up, taking the time to intrude into their conversation.

That was when everything went to hell, one girl had mentioned seeing her mom kissing Santa Claus, which prompted another classmate to talk about his one experience in that situation. Soon the whole class was recounting tells of Santa kissing their moms or sometimes even their daddy’s.

It was in that instant that Damian came to a couple of conclusions; first, Santa was a serial molester; Second, he targeted mother’s or at least people who took on the maternal role in the family.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, Talia would kill there’d suited man before he even thought of approaching her and there wasn’t anybody in his family that fit that role. However, there was one person that could possibly count and with a growing sense a dread Damian realized that Sam was in danger.

It was obvious that she would the fat jolly old man’s next target; while she technically wasn’t their mom, Sam defiantly fitted all the requirements of a motherly figure. She cooked, always provided him and his siblings a form of comfort, tucked him into bed and tell him stories, and most importantly of all she was dating his father, a strong indicator of her kind and loving nature.

Damian was no fool, and while he looked up too and admired his father he knew that Sam could do better when it came to terms of securing a romantic relationship, but instead she chose his.  , and he knew this would propel Santa to see her as the perfect conquest to his series of affairs.

It was with that thought that Damian came to a decision, he was going to kill Santa Claus

“Bruce told me that you’ve become interested in Santa,” Sam said as she picked him up from school. “If there’s something you’re really interested in, you can write a letter to Santa and I’ll give it to him personally.”

Damian froze at words, it had been days since he found out about Santa’s evil ways, and while he still hadn’t been able to come up with a plan to stop him, he knew that Sam meeting him so early could only lead to disaster.

“No, I don’t want you to deliver a letter to him,” he said with a shake of his head. “I plan on speaking to him personally.”

“Oh, so you want to see him at the mall,” Sam replied. “I can take you there tomorrow, after I get off from work.”

Damian narrowed his eyes, “He’s at the mall,” he asked, a small frown on his face. This was an unexpected development, but it all made sense, Santa would need a wider range to pick out his targets.

“Yes, he’s there every year,” Sam said stopping the car. “I’m surprised you haven’t seen him before…” her voice trailed off as she stopped the engine.

Sam shook her head, before opening up the car door. “Come on, let’s get your father before he works himself into a comma.”

Damian nodded his head, barely paying attention to Sam’s words, a plan was already forming in his mind.  

“Tomorrow”, he thought with a smile. “Tomorrow, I’ll kill Santa.”

To say Damian was excited, would be an understatement, he was so close to completing his mission and ending Santa’s reign of terror.

Sam had picked him up, just like she had promised and it wasn’t long before they had pulled into the Gotham’s mall.

Sam had chatted about any and everything on their way to Santa Claus, and Damian could feel his love for the woman grow. If he had any hesitations about killing Santa before, they were easily banished and replaced with a warm protectiveness for his new mother. Santa would take this person away from him, and for that exact reason he had to die.

The plan was simple enough, he would sit on the old fool’s lap and when he bent down down to hear what Damian wanted for christmas, he’ll slit the man’s throat with the knife in his pocket.

It would be a easy victory. Sam might be a little horrified when he killed the man, but was she knew that it was to protect her, she’ll understand.

However, he didn’t count on Sam noticing the glint of the knife as he pulled it out of his pocket, and he defiantly didn’t count on her grabbing him at the last moment before he could cut Santa’s throat.

Sam held him tightly to her both, blocking the knife from an curious onlookers, she gave Santa and his elves a tight lip smile and a quick apology before making her way outside.

She didn’t stop until they made it to the car, and she didn’t say a word until the had pulled out the parking not away from the possibilities of murdering Santa’s.

“We’re going to your father’s office, and when we get there you’re going to explain to us why you attempted to murder Santa Claus,” her voice was calm but her grip on the steering wheel was enough to murder a man.

Damian pouted at her words, not only was his chance to kill Santa was taken away, and now Sam was mad at him or worse disappointed.

Bruce expected a lot of things when his girlfriend marched in with his disappointed son, maybe he found out Santa was really just an old smelly guy or Santa wasn’t  available today because he was sick.

He never expected to hear that his youngest son had attempted to murder Santa Claus, and he never expected to guess his reasoning was to protect his adopted mother from whom believed to be a serial molester.

If the situation wasn’t so serious he would’ve  laugh, but instead stilled his face face into a neutral expression, as he tried to explain that Santa wasn’t a molester that targeted people in committed relationships.

However, Sam beat him to the punch, “Damian I understand your concern but the situation has already been handled.”

“It has?” Damian asked, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “But what about all those parents?”

“The man targeting those people wasn’t the real Santa, he was an imposter who used Santa’s name to carry out his evil actions,” Sam lied. “The Justice League captured him last year, so you don’t have to worry about him coming after me.”

Damian frowned at the explanation, it explained everything but he still had to be sure. “So, Santa isn’t going to take you away?,” he asked slowly.

“Correct, but if you’re still concerned, you can come sleep with me and your father on Christmas eve,” she said. “To ensure that I’m fully protected.”

Damian nodded his head, a new plan was already forming in his head on how to make sure that Sam was perfectly protected inside their home.

Without saying a word Damian got up from his chair, and left the office he would need to get supplies if this was going to be successful.

It wasn’t until the door closed behind him that Bruce started laughing, Sam gave him a glare, her hands placed on her hips as he continued to laugh.

“That is not funny,” she said. “I almost had a heart attack when I saw the knife and Damian could have actually killed him.”

“But he didn’t,” Bruce said tugging on her arm gently until she sat on his lap. “Besides, I find it really adorable that he wanted to protect you.”

“Of course you would,” Sam mumbled, “It’s not like you have to deal with him trying to cut Santa’s throat.”

Bruce hummed in reply, “True, but I doubt he’ll try that again.” His hand slid underneath Sam’s shirt until it was resting on her ribcage. “I’m actually hoping that this can distract him for at least an hour, while we have a little Christmas fun of our own.”

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Shaylee pattered up to Wes, piggy bank in one hand, the other she used to tug at the end of his shirt. "Daddy! Daddy!" she called for his attention, excitedly. "C'mon! I wanna go get Mama's Christmas Present!"

Wes had just been cleaning up after having made the two a big breakfast, and would have startled if he wasn’t so used to Shaylee in the house nowadays. 

He grinned down at his daughter once he proclaimed what she wanted and lifted her high, high into the air. “Oh yeah, cub? What do you have in mind?”

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                                           New Beginnings Pt.1

     @maydayfoxface​

Ari had always considered her mother's stories to be nothing but fantasies, something that can be explained by the hyperactive imagination of a woman who had never truly learned how to outgrow her childhood.

That was until monsters started to attack them, and then she was to force to accept the fact that, yes, her mother's stories were real, and that apparently she and her brother was the children of the Goblin King. At first, she had tried to deny the fact but as more monsters had come after them she couldn't pretend that her mother was crazy and her brother was just fucking with her.

She was the daughter of the Goblin King.

The statement brought a frown to her face; she didn't know how to feel about that fact or her father for the matter. She had never had met the man and technically it was his fault that they were being hunted down; however, if it wasn't for him, they wouldn't have ever met Eros and Val.

The two teens had been a great help to them so far, they would have probably had died a long time ago if it wasn't for them. Ari couldn't help but to be grateful towards them, and after a while she had considered them her friends. Which is how she found herself standing in the middle of a large ballroom.

It had started off simple enough, Zane had asked a question about their family and the next thing she knew the twins were giving them an extensive details about their birth.

Zane had believed in their story instantly, theirs didn't seem to be a single thought in his mind  that Eros and Val wasn't royalty from another dimension. Ari on the other hand needed a lot of convincing before she would believe it, but the next thing she knew she was being lead around their castle.

"This concludes the tour of our humble home," Val stated dryly. "As you can see we are in fact royalty and heirs to our mother's throne."

Eros flashed his sister a look but Zane was too busy gaping at everything to notice, Ari on the other hand did not and raised her hands in mock surrender.

"Okay okay, sorry for denying your royal blood," she said. "It just seemed like a little too much, you're already a Wayne and apparently royalty at the same time."

Eros shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah it might seem strange to others but this is our reality," he said. "Hey now that you're here, do you want to see our mom. She’s currently conducting business but I'm sure she won't mind."

Zane eyes widen, "A-are you sure? I wouldn't want to make her angry," he cleared his throat. "We're not even suppose to be here."

"It's fine," Val waved him off. "She's always going on and on about bringing you guys over, and she probably already sensed our presence when we stepped out of the portal."

"You told her about us?" A look of confusion was plastered on Ari's face.

"Yeah, she's very interested in meeting you guys," Val added. "It's not everyday that you find magical twins and she thinks your presence will be a good influence on us."

Ari snorted, "Well she's going to be hugely disappointed when she  meets us."

"I seriously doubt it," Eros said. "The only one that had ever managed to fully disappoint her was our-"

"Sperm donor," Val interjected shooting her brother a glare. "And trust me, nobody is as bad as him. So you guys are safe."

~

Beautiful

That was the first thought that came to Ariella's mind when she saw the friends' mother. She had already knew that the woman was beautiful, you couldn't walk anywhere without seeing her spread across a magazine or rocking the runway in the latest fashion trends. However, seeing her up close and personal was a whole new experience that she was convinced that she would never get use to, and for a second she wondered if meeting the other Wayne members would feel the same way.

"I thought you guys weren't planning to come over," a soft voice mumbled, breaking Ari from her musings. "Should I be concerned by your sudden appearance?"

Sam stood over a huge book, a look of concentration on her face as she tried to read the ancient text. When she finally raised her head there were dark circle under eyes, and it looked as if she hadn't slept in days.

Eros stepped forward, a look of concern on his face. "Mom...are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she said waving away his concerns. "I just haven't gotten much sleep lately but after a night of rest I should be fine."

Eros raised an eyebrow, "And why haven't you've been sleeping?"

"Oh...for a couple of reasons," Sam replied placing her hand on her hip. "One of them is the fact that you're dating that pop star and haven't invited him over to dinner."

Eros face turned red at the statement, "How do you know about that?"

Sam crossed her arms, "He was present at all of your fashion shows, and you wouldn't believe how uncomfortable it is to watch someone stare at your child like a piece of meat."

At this point Eros had decided to avoid all eye contact with his mother, he could hear his sister snickering behind him, and for a moment he wished he was capable of dissolving through concrete.

Sam must have picked up on his distress because she quickly changed the topic, "Nevermind just invite him over to a dinner  between the three of us." She gave them a small smile before directing her attention to the two newcomers, "I presume that you two are Ariella and Zane."

They both nodded their heads in unison but did not speak, meeting a friend's parent was intimidating on its own but when that parent was a celebrity (and a queen), there was a new level of fear.

“I've been looking forward to seeing you both,but first please have a seat.” Sam motioned towards a table, there was tray filled with sandwiches, cake and other deserts that made the teens mouths water; at the center stood a elegant tea pot made out of crystals and gems.

Ari stood rooted at the spot, she knew that the table wasn't there when the first walked in but here it was now, standing right in front of them surrounded by five comfortable chairs.

Sam was the first to sit down with Val and Eros joint her soon after, before she knew it she was sitting down in one of the chairs next to her brother.

“I know that you two must be frightened,” Sam started pouring the  tea into her cup. “One day you both were normal teenagers and suddenly you have powers and people are trying to kill you.”

Ariella eyes widen, finally there was someone that understood how fucked up her life had gotten. Maybe she would be able to take these powers away, and make her life normal again.

“I can not take away your powers,” she had noticed the expression on the girl's face and from previous conversations she had with her children, she had a guest to what Ariella was thinking.

“Taking ways your powers would drive you insane,” Sam said shaking her head.  “For better or worse they are apart of you and I would have to violently rip them out of your body.”

Sam gave them a look at pity, “Besides you will need your powers, if you're going to survive.”

“Survive what?” Zane asked looking towards his friends, they both shrugged their shoulders, their mother's words were new to their ears also.

“I'm not sure,” Sam gripped her teacup tightly. “I'm just know that there is a lot going on in the magical world, and the balance is shifting rapidly.”

She let out a sigh. “Whatever is going on, you four will be apart of it and the fate of world will rest on your ability to work together as a team.”

It was silence after that, they didn't know what to say about the information that the Queen had gave them but by the looks of it she was serious.

The south clink of the cup meeting the table broke the silence, and for a moment it looked like Sam was debating on saying something before finally making up her mind.

“I'm sorry that I can't help, but once this starts I won't be around,” she spoke softly, and Eros could there was a touch of sadness in her eyes.

“Will you be busy trying to solve another problem?” He asked, wondering what could be big enough to take their mother away.

Sam shook her head, there were tears brimming at the corners of her eyes and she looked ready to break down. “I'll be dead.”

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                                                Bound by Blood Pt.3

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As a Bruce looked at the witch perform her spell, it was at that moment that he realized that he was going to die; he had underestimated her powers and now he and his family was going to pay the ultimate price. As the light in her hand grew brighter, Bruce closed his eyes, praying to god that the witch would at least spare his children. The next time he opened his eyes, Sam shot the beam of energy at him.

Bruce woke to the feeling of soft satin sheets and a washcloth being gently pressed up against his forehead.

“You're lucky that I didn't kill.”

His eyes shot open at those words and he came face to face with the witch that had threatened him earlier. He wanted to grab her by the neck and rip her throat out but his body wouldn't move and he realized that the witch had a smile on her face.

“Don't worry about your lack of body movement, it's just a small spell that I placed on you until I could determine if you're a threat or not,” She said placing the washcloth back into the bowl.

“Your children are out hunting with Damian, they probably won't be back for another hour” She stated looking down at the vampire. “That gives me enough time to probe your mind and determine your fate.”

Sam place her hand on Bruce's head, “I would advise you to relax,” her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “This hurts a lot.”

Damian didn't know what to think of his siblings, his mom had seemed slightly on edge when she introduced him to them and when he had asked about his- no their father, she had given him a strained smile before telling them to go off hunting.

His siblings had agreed willingly to the suggestion, and Damian had a sinking suspicion that their lack of protest had a lot to do with Sam’s power.

He wondered what his mom was discussing with his father, they had never talked about his biological family and honestly Damian didn’t want to know about them. Even when Sam had offered to search for information on his family he had refused, it didn't matter who his father was; he had his mom and that's was the only thing that had matter.

Now he found himself standing in the middle of the forest with his mind-controlled siblings, and suddenly everything had become confusing.

Overall they were nice and even Damian had to admit that he saw a physical family resemblance between them, but that's where it ended. He didn't know anything about them, and the only thing that he could be certain off was that they shared the same father, everything was mystery that he would have to figure out for himself.

“So you lived with a witch?” The question brought Damian out of his musings and he stared at Clary with a blank expression before replying.

“Yes I've lived with a witch,” he said. Narrowing get his eyes at the girl, he gave her a small glare, “is that a problem?”

“Of course not,” Dick quickly rushed in to stop the situation from going down hill. “It’s just weird, witches are hunters of the supernatural.”

“We honestly expected to find half dead from tortured or something,” Clary added. “However, not only had she been taking care of you, she  also decided to name you as her heir.”

“Of course she did,” Damian said puffing out chest in pride. “I'm her son and highly skilled at using magic.”

Tim scrunched up his nose, “She teaching you how to use magic? Why would you need that you're already a vampire.”

“Well I'm joining her coven in about a week, so I need to know magic in order to be a proper member,” Damian shrugged.

There was no response after the words left his mouth, the children just stared at him a mixture of horror and fear on their faces.

“When they finally made it back to the castle, they were greeted by Sam and Bruce. Sam had a smile on her face but Bruce like kind of sick and he kept shooting Sam suspicious glances.

“Did you guys have a good hunt?” Sam asked, once they were close enough. “Or should I give you more time.”

“No, we’re fine,” Damian replied, sensing his siblings hesitation to answer.

Sam clapped her hands, “Good! I've talked to your father and we both agreed that it would be for the best if you got to know your family before coming to a decision.”

Bruce nodded his head, “So we'll be staying here for the summer, and Damian will decide if he wants to stay with Sam or come live with us.”

“I've already sent someone out to alert Alfred and bring back your clothing; However, until they arrive I've already contacted a seamstress to get you fitted in new clothes.”

The children wanted to protest at the strange demands but one look from Bruce silenced them.

“Okay, now that's out of the way I'll show you guys to your room,” Sam replied breaking the tense silence. “I hope you guys don't mind the decor.”

“Mom is everything okay?” Damian asked as he crawled into Sam’s bed. Normally he would try to sleep in his own room, but on nights like these he found it better to take comfort in his guardian’s warm embrace.

“No,” the word rolled off her tongue in a whisper, for a moment she had considered lying to him but she knew that would only make him irritated.

Damian frowned at her response, “Is it because of the arrival of my family or your magic?”

“And little bit of both,” she admitted letting out a small sigh. “Your father's unexpected arrival has caused me to be slightly...stressed, and my mental state affects my ability to control magic,” she explained.

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be, I'm just little worried about losing you to them,” she said gathering him in her arms. “I might be a witch but I can't force you to stay with me, so the thought that they can take you scares me.”

“But I'm not leaving you for them,” Damian wrinkled his nose at the thought.

“You might think that now but even if have to admit that there is a lot more they could offer you than I can,” Sam said. “Especially when it comes to being a vampire.”

“So what, you're the one that raised me,” Damian stated, “even if I want to know more about my own kind that doesn't mean I'm leaving you?”

Sam gave him a small smile, “promise?”

“Promise.”

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“I look so fat in this. I look fat in everything.” Leeloo to Lena

“You do not.” Lena insisted, crossing her arms over her chest. “You look gorgeous, ok? You always look gorgeous and you always will. Even if you get wrinkles as an old lady or get a little meat on your bones. It’s ok, because you won’t ever look horrible or fat. You will always look like Leeloo.”