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mochinek0 · 4 months

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Family Secrets

Damian couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen pieces of that costume when he lived in the League, but never did he expect to see his mother, disguised, in Paris! He carefully kept an eye on her as she walked into a bakery. He felt his own breath hitch as a young girl came and hugged her.

"Nonna!" she cried.

'Grandmother?'

"Hello, My Leetle Fairy." his mother replied, hugging her back.

"Are you having fun on your travels?" the girl questioned, "Where did you go this time?"

"Egypt." his mother declared.

The girl smiled, "Did you see the pyramids?"

His mother brought out a keychain of a pyramid and handed it to the girl.

"It's great!" the girl smiled, "I'll keep it on my desk so when I see it, I can think of you."

"I wish you could come with me." the disguised Talia declared.

"Maybe when I'm older?" the young girl answered.

Talia tapped the young girl's nose, "Possibly, but we know very well how hard you work."

"Mom!" announced a man, who seemed the size of Bane, "How are you?"

Damian watched on in shock. He was aware that his mother was much older than she appeared. Hearing someone around his father's age, refer to his mother as a maternal figure was unsettling.

"I'm fine, Tom." she answered.

"Would you like to put your bag down and rest?" he asked.

"Nonsense." his mother replied, "I may look older, but I'm fine. I wanted to see if Marinetta would like to take a ride around the city with me."

"Yes!" the girl cried.

Damian watched as they both got on a motorcycle and drove off.

It took awhile, but Damian finally spotted them near the Seine, eating ice cream. The girl was looking down at something, in her lap. His mother's eyes connected with his and he knew he had made her.

"I'll be right back." Gina spoke, kissing Marinette on the head.

Gina walked in Damian's direction.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"Do you plan to kidnap her, Mother?" Damian questioned.

"Of course not!" Gina snapped.

"Who is she?" he asked.

Talia sighed, "Your niece; she's your age."

"So the man who called you mother-"Damian began.

"Your grandfather wanted me out of the way. He was looking for a male successor to take over." Talia began to explain, "He kicked me out of the League, briefly, and I had some semblance of a normal life. I fell in love with a baker. Tom is our son, before I ever met your father. Essentially, he is your older brother."

She sighed, "Everyhting was fine and I was happy, until he sent someone to exterminate us. Before I killed him, I learned my death was a test. Kill me and become successor to the League. I returned with his head and threw it at your grandfather's feet. He looked at me and said he would allow me back on one condition."

"What was it?" Damian asked.

"I had to leave my family." she admitted, "I said I understood and would be back in three months. I knew he would never stop coming after us."

"Why three months?" her son questioned, "You were already there. Did they not know of the League?"

"Tom was getting married and no, my family knew nothing about the League. I returned and told my family I would be 'traveling in my old age'. A few years after he got married, I came back to a three year old granddaughter. Your grandfather found out and forbid my return."

"Grandfather is dead." Damian spoke.-changing subject

"I've been stopping in more." she declared, "They aren't like us. They're not like your father. They know nothing about my past, aside from divorcing a man, who made me happy. I tell them I'm traveling around the word. I wear a wig and makeup. At some point, I will have to stop visiting all together since anyone else will grow old and pass on. The League........you lose sense of time when there. Two years ago, I thought she was still three. She was turning fourteen."

"What about the man?" her son asked.

Talia smiled, "Reminds me of your grandfather, actually. He's all about 'traditions', so perhaps it was for the best."

"Nonna!" Marinette cried out.

"Please, Damian, leave them alone." his mother whispered.

Damian watched as his mother walked away. He had never known her to beg for something.

"My Leetle Fairy, are you ready to go back home?" Gina asked, "Do you have new inspiration for your designs? I can't wait to see the clothes you create this time."

Damian watched as the girl put her sketchbook away.

'Clothes? Designs?'

He smiled softly. She was an artist, like him. He watched as his mother got on the motorcycle with his niece. What surprised him was seeing his niece glare at him. Damian chuckled.

'Mother may not see it, but she is a lot like them. A little fairy.'

"Damian, a Fairy is someone who helps people who are lost in the dark. It's not always in a literal sense; it can be figurative."

The young Al-Ghul turned and walked in the opposite direction.

'Fairy is a suitable name for my niece. I wonder how Mother would feel learning her true nature? A Fae who lures in her prey.'

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lexxwithbooks · 1 year

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stricktlyco · 3 months

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Godmersham Park by Gill Hornby

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magical-mistakes-vm · 20 days

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"No worries, Elmar, I have made challenge regarding Mahala. As such, she will come home with me." Balor gave no one time to react before he strode quickly from the room, leaving the others to try and catch up. He was grinning as he made his way down the hall. It was game time.

"The fuck you will," Vollrath replied, and almost jogged after Balor. He grabbed his brother, and brought him to a stop in the hallway. Elmar and Baldur weren't sure if they should step in or just go grab Mahala and run. "She is going nowhere with you."

"So, she does mean something to you?" He'd known it. Baldur had been covering for his brother. Balor broke out laughing, then calmed and leaned towards Vollrath. "She needs away from emotional stress and raw power unrestrained in the air. You're a live wire of both right now, little brother. " Balor tipped his head and raised his brows, waiting for Vollrath to try and argue. “And I still give challenge, so…she is coming home with me.” His grin grew wide.

"She doesn't even know you. After all she's gone through she should either go home alone, or with one of us. Do you really want to inflict Coven politics on her after what you know she’s gone through today? Just to be a complete asshole to me?" Vollrath could not even say why he did not want her alone with Balor other than jealousy. Unlike his two friends, it would not be beneath his brother to sabotage things with Mahala. He was ready to resort to violence to stop his brother.

Balor led a faction of the Coven that leaned towards darker magic. They butted heads regarding this frequently via email, but was one of the reasons it had been so long since a face to face meeting had taken place. Not only could Balor cause a rift between him and Mahala, he could lead her down that path. The thought of either of those made Vollrath’s heart hurt in his chest.

"Let her decide." Balor knew he was playing with fire there, but he also wanted to make sure this was not Stockholm Syndrome or some undue influence. He'd never known Vollrath to do that, but something was definitely off with the whole situation. If nothing was being done to cause her to choose his brother, he would abide by the female’s decision.

Vollrath didn't like it, but he also didn't want to keep fighting with him. "Fine. But what she decides is final." The men shook in agreement.

When the four men made it back to Vollrath’s office, it was clear Mahala was tired and really did need rest. On the walk there, Elmar shared his suspicion that she was still suffering a concussion. While he could force total healing, without knowing exactly what you WERE healing, you could do more harm than good. So he had been mitigating symptoms more than anything and trying to boost her natural healing magic.

"Sweetheart," Vollrath started, and from the beginning she could tell something was wrong, "there is a possibility that you may have a concussion. You shouldn't be alone tonight, and someone needs to keep you awake. So, you have an interesting assortment of warlocks to choose from. Baldur, Elmar, myself, or my brother, Balor. I believe you met earlier."

Mahala looked at all four of them in turn. Was this a joke? Maybe a test? How was she supposed to decide on one of them? After at least a full minute, she sighed heavily and closed her eyes. What had she done to deserve such a day? Maybe this was a hallucination and she had yet to wake up in Vollrath’s arms on his couch. Unfortunately, she wasn’t that lucky.

"I have not totally forgiven Elmar and Baldur for their behavior earlier, " she started as she slowly opened her eyes. Mahala wanted to fall into Vollrath’s arms, to feel his lips on hers again, to talk more as they had the night before. However, he was irritated, and she could feel the same pressure in her head as earlier but not as strong. As the day had worn on, she had learned to differentiate the vibration of each man, and it was Vollrath affecting her currently.

Paying no mind to the others in the room, Mahala walked over till she was right in front of Vollrath. Her hands slightly clasped the lapels of his suit coat. "I need you to trust me. You get jealous and mad after one night spent talking, and I get the migraine from hell from it. You're doing it again." A soft sigh escaped her slightly parted lips as her gaze fell to the middle of his chest.

"Löwin, he's still getting used to you having gotten under his skin." Balor interjected, garnering looks from the other four assembled. "He trusts you, he doesn't trust me." His brows rose as he tipped his head towards his brother with an annoyed smirk that narrowed his eyes slightly.

Mahala looked back and forth confused. She felt like she was being set up by being asked to choose who she was leaving with, and she wasn't liking it. "Then why even offer you as an option? What is going on here?" Vollrath tried to put his hands on her lower back as a sign of affection, but now she pushed him off. "No, I feel pushed and pulled like this is some kind of game, and I don't like it. You're all four fucked up."

Pushing away from Vollrath, Mahala strode quickly from the room, tears streaming down her cheeks. Vollrath quickly followed, not sure what he was going to say to make anything better, but knowing that he couldn’t leave her alone. Her tears were already shredding his heart. Fuck, what did he do now?

Balor was right behind his brother with Baldur on his heels, Elmar bringing up the rear. None of them wanted Mahala alone or upset. It was clear that the day's events, plus the familial issues between the brothers, had brought about a situation that needed handled, and needed handled NOW.

"Mahala, wait." Vollrath lightly touched her arm as he caught up with her in the hall. He didn't want to grab her. She'd been jerked around enough by Jonathan earlier, but he wanted her attention. "I think you misunderstood."

She stopped and spun to face him, upset etched on every part of her face and laced through her voice. "Then explain. Do you trust me? Him? What is going on, Vollrath?" Her eyes searched his face, imploring him to give her an answer that made sense, to ease the ache in her heart and eradicate the feeling she'd been a fool.

He sighed, running his hands lightly over her upper arms. "Yes, I trust you. After all we discussed last night, I would hope you would know that. I also have no reason to demand or expect anything from you." Vollrath stepped closer, still wondering where the foreign feelings of protectiveness and possessiveness came from. "Do I trust Balor to keep you safe and take care of you? Yes. Do I think he'd also tell you one sided truths and try to put me in a bad light? Also yes." One hand rose to cup the side of her face while the other found the small of her back to pull her closer to him. "We already know there is something pulling us together, little witch. I'm sorry if my fumbling of handling it is causing you pain. I don't want that, and I don't want you pushed away."

The other three men had stopped a few feet away. Balor wanted to step in, not to cause his brother problems, but because he had a clearer picture of what was transpiring; and also the complications of who she was. There were things he doubted Vollrath knew, things he needed to if he was to be with Mahala and protect her. Unfortunately, he also knew if he even tried to utter a sentence at the moment, he would most likely end up with a broken jaw courtesy of the brother he’d be trying to help.

"I…I just feel so confused with all that has gone on. Last night with us. Then today here, not only with Baldur and Elmar, but with Jonathan too." As she had earlier, Mahala’s hands gently held the lapels to his suit coat. "I don't understand what is going on. Not with us. Not with your friends. Not with any of this." Her eyes slowly closed as she choked back a half sob. Her heart hurt almost as much as her head.

“My brother is not easy to figure out, Löwin.” Balor said from a distance, he might have decided to interject, but not to get in his brother’s reach. “He’s still trying to figure it out himself, and he’s not the best with patience.” The death glare that Balor was getting would make most men wither, but he was not afraid of Vollrath lashing out at him from a distance. For one thing, his brother knew he was right, also, Vollrath had to be wondering what Balor knew that he didn’t.

“You aren’t helping.” Vollrath’s jaw locked and he closed his eyes, focusing on breathing and not hitting Balor. He would keep following Mahala if she kept trying to run away, but he would prefer not to have to.

“I’m not trying to. I’m trying to let her know what she’s in for. After all, you haven’t been paying attention.” Now Balor was just smug and all four of the others were looking at him quite annoyed. He wasn’t going to share anything any sooner than he had to. Watching his brother trying to figure it out was much more entertaining for him, and currently Vollrath couldn’t be much more frustrated.

Mahala took a breath, pulled away from Vollrath, turned and strode over to Balor quickly. The sound of her hand impacting the side of his face seemed to echo off of the walls of the hallway, as the other three men stood there with eyes widening, Baldur’s jaw actually going slack as well. For his part, Balor looked no less stunned than the others that she had not only challenged him, but physically assaulted him. He might be at least six inches taller than her, but Mahala went toe to toe with Balor and stared directly into his eyes, her face only inches from his. Her chest rose and fell with her breath for a full minute before she spoke as she fought to get control of her own anger, fuck everyone else in the room.

“I honestly don’t give one single fuck what your problem is with your own brother, but if it concerns me then I do. So either spit it out in plain fucking English or get the fuck out of here. I’m losing patience with you and for some reason it seems like the other three in this hallway won’t confront you, so I damn well will.” Her back was straight, her head erect, and she didn’t flinch from the icy blue eyes that seemed to be trying to bore a hole in her. She wasn’t sure why Vollrath, Baldur, and Elmar were intimidated by him, but she wasn’t. That could be a mistake, given she had no clue how powerful of a warlock he was, but it was her mistake to make. She’d certainly made enough mistakes in the last twenty-four hours, what was one more?

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tv-moments · 2 months

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A Murder at the End of the World

“Chapter 4: Family Secrets”

Director: Zal Batmanglij

DoP: Charlotte Bruus Christensen

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sunthroughdarkclouds · 4 months

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Parker Posey, House of Yes (1997)

#parker posey #indie movie #indie film #secrets #family secrets

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usaonetwothree · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Cobra Kai (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Johnny Lawrence, Robby Keene, Terry Silver, Bobby Brown (Karate Kid) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Terry Silver is His Own Warning, Johnny Lawrence has Magic Healing Powers, Cobra Kai AU, Cobra Kai Season 5 Spoilers, Terminal Illness Terry Silver, Hurt Johnny Lawrence, Robby Keene Needs A Hug Series: Part 2 of With Great Power..., Part 1 of Whumptober 2023 Summary:

Fill for Whumptober 2023 Day 6: Made to Watch. Sequel to With Great Power...

Silver uses Robby as leverage to get Johnny to heal him.

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*shows up to Whumptober 13 days late with a Starbucks and whump fic!!*

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #cobra kai #cobra kai au #johnny lawrence #robby keene #terry silver #bobby brown #usa123 #ao3 #my fic #family secrets

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coolnessgraphed · 2 years

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#breaking bad #poetry #family secrets #coolness graphed #significant other #things to hide from your significant other #charts #relationships #superheroes #graphs #new mexico #secret family #gifts #hiding presents #cool graphs #funny charts #infographics

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mimilind · 1 year

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Matched From Birth (Complete)

Summary: An arranged marriage could solve everything: Legolas' post-war melancholy, Lasriel's dream of freedom and a family, her mother's exile, King Thranduil's dark secret. But turning childhood friendship into love is not as easy as they thought - and neither is begetting an heir.

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Pairings: Legolas x OC, Thranduil x secret character

Rating: M

Tags: Arranged Marriage, Humor, Weddings, Falling In Love, Thranduil's A+ Parenting, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Post-War, Fourth Age, Post-Canon, Family Secrets, Slow Burn, Absent Parents, Drinking, Hurt/Comfort, Books, Legolas & Gimli Friendship, Sea-longing (Tolkien), Fandom Blind, Wedding Night, First Time, idiots to lovers, Legolas' A+ Husbanding, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Female Friendship, Personal Growth, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Healing

Warnings: Pregnancy (mentioned, not a pregnancy fic)

Word Count: 105 K

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#legolas #thranduil #legolas x oc #thranduil x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #lotr #hobbit #arranged marriage #wedding #wedding night #secrets #family secrets #lee pace #orlando bloom #legolas fanfiction #thranduil fanfiction #Matched From Birth

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wangxianficrecs · 1 year

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a fork in the road by dragongirlG

a fork in the road

by dragongirlG

M, <1k, Wen Zhuliu

Summary: The day that Zhao Zhuliu turns fifteen and receives his courtesy name, his father pulls him aside and says, "There is a secret you must know." A Wen Zhuliu origin story, in which Zhao Zhuliu inherits his late mother's core-melting ability and promises his father he will never use it. When he breaks this vow, both of them suffer the consequences. He finds an unexpected savior in Wen Ruohan.

Kay's comments: I have a weakness for Wen Zhuliu and I'm always curious how people make up his origin story, so I really enjoyed this one! Heart-breaking for Wen Zhuliu and ah, it makes so much sense!

Excerpt: And Zhao Zhuliu's throat grows tight with fear. For in addition to his golden core--pulsing bright and strong within him—there is something else he has noticed in his lower dantian. A dark hunger that flows sinuously alongside his spiritual energy—never hurting it, or corrupting it (not yet, not yet)—but desiring it with a hunger that never seems to cease. "You know," says his father from the shadows. "You have it." Zhao Zhuliu nods slowly. "Yes," he says, barely a whisper.

pov wen zhuliu, graphic depictions of violence, murder, assault, father-son relationship, family secrets, canon compliant, golden core destruction, whump, @dragongirlg-fics

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kind-hufflepuff · 1 year

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HORT OF BLOODBROOK FROM SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

#aesthetic #school for evil #school for good and evil #sge books #sge aesthetic #sge #hort of bloodbrook #hort aesthetic #fairytale #evil #villan #family secrets #son of Wendy Darling

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lotro-tooltips-daily · 2 months

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#lotro #quest nodes #cape of umbar #heavy ruby necklace #the necklace is ancient and ornate. it feels wrong somehow. it may be your imagination but it seems to be drawing the dead to you #family secrets #find the yâshalam family necklace

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haikuku · 2 years

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Feral Child

Silently, I sit alone amongst the chaos, afraid to make a sound. The shades are drawn, but the TV is on, giving away my presence. Heart pounding, I hold my breath, praying that they’ll soon go away. There’s someone at the door, and I dare not invite them in.

Who are they? Why are they here? What do they want? What if they knew of the squalor hidden inside these walls? Please just leave me alone, do not intrude, go on with your day. There’s someone at the door, but this life is all I know.

--haikuku (20 September 2022)

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magical-mistakes-vm · 5 months

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“Other than the fact that she has no clue what she’s doing and needs your help with the magical part, she really doesn’t need you standing up for herself, does she?” Baldur asked once they were in the kitchenette on the top floor. He was impressed, which didn’t happen often. Most women looked at the three powerful warlocks to defend them and played “damsel in distress” to get attention, but it seemed that Mahala was not the usual female in any way.

“No, she doesn’t. You can see she has a voice of her own, and isn’t afraid of using it; you can imagine that last night I too was put in my place at least once. Once she knows how to control her powers, use potions, craft runes, and encant spells, she’ll be almost as powerful as the three of us. With her stubbornness and tenacity, she will be a force to be reckoned with. I’m honestly glad she is on our side. I wasn’t being glib when I said she’s going to be my assistant.” He cast a look over at Baldur with a smirk, then turned back to the reason he was there. Vollrath filled the mug in his hand with hot water and poured in some sugar. He remembered how she liked her coffee, so he was hoping she liked tea just as sweet.

“Das Lionessa Der Nachtnebel, hearing her roar was interesting…” Elmar said, making Baldur look at him then start shaking his head. Elmar raised his brows and started smirking. There was no doubt in his mind, not after how Vollrath kept acting around her.

“No. You’re joking. No, right? Very funny.” Baldur rolled his eyes, assuming Elmar was just being an ass again. “Don’t even start with that just because Vol finally has found a woman he is…falling in love with? And can stand his grouchy ass, let alone stand UP to his grouchy ass.” Even he was finding it hard to define what the fuck he had been watching in Vollrath’s office. Elmar couldn’t be right; could he?

“Might want to tell the ancients and ancestors that, and be prepared for an argument. Her mother called her “little lioness”, and I think you just saw she can roar even without using any powers. She had no problem standing up to me last night, even when I was trying to make her back down; and she just set you two in your place without even having to raise her voice. He’s the second one to call her that in less than 24 hours, and I hadn’t thought about that prophecy for…years.” Vollrath turned around and leaned back against the counter. He had hoped that one of them would correct him on his feelings, but instead Elmar had reinforced it. Now he was sure of it.

“Come on, Baldur, it’s pretty clear and logical. It would explain what's going on with Vol.” Elmar gestured to Vollrath with his head. ”Think about it, Mr. Freeze here suddenly thaws over a random unknown and untrained witch he just met last night? Spent the night with her and not in a sexual way. That is hardly the man we have known since we were kids.. Unless….” He raised his brows, tilted his head, and grinned.

Baldur looked between them. “You really think she is? Seriously?” His brows drew together as he considered it. They were both making too much sense. If she was, then there was a lot of shit that was about to go down. He’d stand by his friends through whatever, but it could get very ugly.

“I think she is.” Vollrath didn’t hesitate, as he bobbed the tea bag in the scalding water. He’d done a lot of thinking, and it made sense. It also made everything that was happening make sense.

“I’m going to go with that as well.” Elmar said. “Who else could thaw the Ice King and get him to kiss…" he grabbed his chest as he felt the wind suddenly knocked out of him. Shaking his head, he looked at the other two. "Please tell me that was one of you two being an ass?"

Vollrath said nothing but set down the mug and immediately took off out of the room at a dead sprint with the other two men on his heels. Since it hadn't been any of the three of them, that meant there was only one room on the floor that it could have come from, Vollrath’s office. None of them knew who had caused it, but there was no way it was good. It had been a great use of power, and no one in the building should be doing that for any reason.

The scene in the office brought Vollrath to an abrupt halt, but Baldur and Elmar split up both to avoid him and due to what they were witnessing in front of them. The conference table was overturned and a Coven warlock, Jonathan, was on the ground near one end. Mahala was in the back corner of the office behind Vollrath’s desk, huddled up in Vollrath’s suit coat and trying to become one with the carpet. Her dark hair hung in front of her face like a curtain, hiding her eyes from view, but it was clear she was shaking. Baldur slowly approached Mahala, putting himself in front of her so he was all she could see, while Elmar was over with Johnathan.

"Would someone like to tell me what the fuck just went on in here?" Vollrath demanded in a voice that left no doubt that he was enraged. This was one instance that being the Master Warlock of the Coven had its major drawbacks. He couldn’t be the one to go to Mahala, he had to remain impartial until he knew what happened. His heart was back in that corner and now Baldur had blocked his view; he was hating that all he could see was Baldur's back. Worry lanced through him with each step his friend took, but he knew that the woman that he was coming to love…yes, love was the word for it…was in good hands.

"That damn sneaky bitch attacked me." Jonathan announced in a clearly irritated and confrontational tone, trying to move away from Elmar, whose brow creased at the declaration. Vollrath’s head whipped to look at him at Jonatha’s declaration, pinning him with an intense stare. "Came in to deliver reports on the progress of the Marshall project and she was rifling through your desk. When I tried to stop her, well you see what she did!" His arms gestured to the disaster the room was now in.

Elmar’s eyes met Vollrath’s and he shook his head. Two and two were equalling six, and the powerful warlock didn't like it. If she had that kind of control and knowledge, why would she have not guarded earlier? Why get to the point of passing out over Vollrath’s jealousy? No, Jonathan's story wasn't right. Elmar may have just met Mahala, but he would take her side instantly over what had been said by a warlock that had been in the Coven for decades. There was more going on, and until he knew what that more was, he wasn’t going to accept that as the story. He had been in a position of leadership too long.

"Band him." Vollrath ordered, not needing Elmar to actually say that he didn’t believe Jonathan. It had been clear on his friend’s face. He didn’t believe the other warlock either. Something wasn’t adding up with his story, based on the woman he knew and the way he’d said it happened. Mahala might have the power to have destroyed his office, and more, but she didn’t have the knowledge of HOW to do it. Her training hadn’t started yet.

Vollrath turned his attention to Bladur, who was still very slowly approaching Mahala. He could only see Baldur’s back, which frustrated him and made him wonder what was going on for his friend to be moving so slowly. Was there something he didn’t know? "Bal?"

"Working on it. Don't want on my ass, V. I don’t believe his story, but she can still kick me." Baldur called over his shoulder, then turned his attention back to Mahala who was trying her best to disappear into Vollrath’s suit coat. While he didn’t believe what Jonathan said was the complete truth, something had caused chaos in Vollrath’s office, and Mahala did have a shit ton of raw power. If she was defending herself she may have done it without realizing it. There had to be some explanation and he needed to keep her calm and trusting him enough to find out what it was..

Finally closer to her, he crouched down, still making sure that he was all she could see. An enraged Vollrath was intimidating even to him; since she was already scared, it was the last thing she needed. "Look at me, babygirl. That's it. You're safe. We're back from the other room. Can you tell me what happened?" She shook her head and Baldur wanted to hit something. Why wouldn't she talk? If she was refusing to cooperate, it was going to make things exponentially harder. "Mahala, you've got to tell your…." He stopped when he realized that she was sobbing and gesturing to her throat, but there was no sound. She wasn't refusing to tell him, she literally couldn’t. FUCK! If Vollrath was mad about the teasing, this was going to send him into an apoplectic fit.

"Vollrath, would you please take Jonathan down to containment? I think Elmar and I will be fine here." Baldur prayed his friend didn't come over to find out why he wanted him out of the room. He reached out his fingers to brush just the tips of Mahala’s as they rested on the floor. He needed her to know he wasn’t going to hurt her and also to remain calm till Vollrath was out of the room. They'd fix what was wrong, but he needed Vollrath not to be losing his shit at the time.

"Why?" Something was wrong, Baldur wasn’t telling him something, and Vollrath didn’t like it. He couldn’t hear Mahala talking to his friend. He only had heard Baldur’s voice. With the slight confrontation earlier, he was sure he should be able to hear her. What were they hiding from him?

"Trust me." Baldur closed his eyes and prayed to the ancients to help them. “Just please take him out of the room.” He leaned forward and laced his fingers with Mahala’s keeping his eyes on hers. They would figure out how to fix this, but he needed Vollrath out of the room so they could.

Jonathan started to protest the request by saying that he was being treated like the guilty one when she had attacked him; and that seemed all Vollrath needed to get him to drag the warlock from the room. Now Baldur and Elmar only had a short time till he'd be back to figure out what was wrong and fix it. No doubt Vollrath would be as quick as possible since he couldn’t have missed something was very wrong.

"She can't make a sound." Baldur scooped the frightened woman up off of the floor and took her over to the couch. "If it's not her boyfriend trying to give her a stroke, one of his employees is trying to kill her." Gently he once more laid her down.

"Trust us, sweetheart. We may be assholes, but we would never purposefully hurt you, and Vol will lose his mind if you're badly hurt. We’re going to figure out how to fix whatever is wrong." Elmar gently took her hands to get them to release Vollrath’s jacket. When it fell open, both warlocks swore under their breath. Her entire throat was a mottled purple and red bruise. "I'd say she hit him in self defense. That is an ugly bruise." Elmar’s words came out slow as he took in what was in front of him and tried not to follow Vollrath down to containment.

"Good bet." Baldur sighed as he agreed, his finger gently traced over the skin of her throat. The bruise was beginning to swell, but held no residual magic that he could detect "I can't find any magic tether or spell remaining. Enchantment of some kind? He's got a wrought iron band on, he can't be holding her by force. See if you can find something over in the mess. Vol's going to be back any second and it’s going to get ugly fast." He saw Elmar’s shadow move as the other warlock went to try and see if he could find a talisman or other object.

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Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam, Young Justice 98, Titans

Summary: Laney Hausler is currently attending classes at Metropolis University when he sees a boy with his face in the library. At first, he thinks he's seeing things. Later, he starts to realize something strange is going on.

Conner Kent lives off-campus with his friends, but he sees a boy who eerily resembles him, and he hires a private investigator to look into the life of his doppelganger.

Chapters: 10/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent, Conner Kent, Eddie Bloomberg, Rose Wilson, Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark, Cissie King-Jones, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Meloni Thawne, Vic Sage, Slade Wilson

Relationships: Past KonBart, Clois

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, No Powers AU, Found Family, Family Secrets, No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Complicated Relationships, University AU, Roommates, Private Investigator, Twins, Multiple POV, First Person POV, Psychological Drama, Complicated Relationships, Unrequited Love, Platonic Relationships

Chapter Ten: Sick Day (Conner's POV)

I woke up sweating, draping an arm over my forehead. I saw Bart stumble out of bed from the corner of my eye, leaning forward with his face in his hands. I couldn’t speak to him even if I wanted to. I watched as he turned the fan up. I tossed my blankets aside, wiping the sweat from my brow. The room was pitch black, save for a glow-in-the-dark painting Bart hung on his side of the room. Someone knocked on the door, and I glanced at Bart. “I turned the fan on… You can get the door,” Bart mumbled. I flipped him off while leaving my bed and let Cassie in. She entered our room in a jacket and sweats.

“Who turned the AC on?” Cassie asked. “It’s freezing.”

“I feel like shit,” Bart muttered.

“Are you guys sick?” Cassie questioned. She pulled her shirt over her mouth and nose.

I got out of bed and passed Cassie to use the bathroom. I got dizzy and placed a steadying hand on the wall while I used the bathroom. “Conner, we gotta turn the AC off,” Cissie requested through the door.

“Okay. Hey, Cissie? Can you put two cups of ice in our room?”I asked.

“I can do that… What’s going on with you and Bart?” Cissie questioned. I flushed and washed my hands. I opened the door while I watched Cissie return with the ice.

“Something about our childhood came up… It’s not important—.”

“Hmm… It is, though. You’ve been at each other’s throats for weeks now. And you were so excited to share a room—.” I took the cups from her and headed to the bedroom.

“Don’t worry about it,” I interrupted. I gave Bart a cup and I lay in bed, chewing the ice before pouring my water into the cup. I took an Advil and went to bed. I woke up because I didn’t feel right in my chest. I opened my eyes.

Bart lay staring at me, trembling in the cold. “Can I come over there or was I stupid for asking?”I questioned.

“Please… I can’t get warm,” Bart whispered. I got out of bed and climbed over Bart, wrapping an arm around him. I moved his bangs from his forehead as he shook.

“Shhh… I got you. I got you,” I whispered as a single tear slid down my cheek.

“Conner? What’s wrong?” Bart asked. He didn’t have to look at me to know. I pulled him closer.

“My heart felt funny, but I’m okay,” I whispered.

Bart held onto my arm. “I’m sorry… Conner, I’m so sorry. Please don’t be mad at me anymore,” Bart whimpered.

I smiled, pressing my forehead to his neck. “Okay… But only because I miss my best friend,” I confessed. I could feel him smiling at that. “I’m not even—. I wanted you to believe me.”

“I’m willing to compromise. If you see him again, I’ll believe you. I know you won’t lie just to prove a point,” Bart suggested. I smiled against his neck and nodded. “How’s Reed?”

“He’s good,” I replied.

“Are you gonna take him to the homecoming thingie?” Bart asked.

“Oh—. No, we’re not—. We’re not dating, Bart. Reed and I are just—. We’re hooking up. It’s noncommittal. I’m not looking for anything serious right now,” I replied. Bart turned to me, and my breath caught.

“Why are you so scared of commitment?” Bart questioned. “Reed’s nice. I think he—. He cares about you.”

“I care about him, too… But Bart, I’m not sure we have anything going for us outside of the physical stuff. What about you? I thought you were seeing some girl from your hometown?” I asked. I needed to take the heat off of myself.

“Carol is—. I—. We haven’t talked since we slept together—.”

“You and Carol fucked?” I whispered loudly. Bart covered my mouth.

“Shut up. Shut up,” Bart whispered, “I blew it. I know I did. Carol said she’d be busy for a while, and we haven’t spoken since. It was terrible.”

“It was bad?” I questioned. “What do you mean? What happened?”

“Not much. I was in my head, and I—.” Bart shook his head and turned away from me.

“Hey… I’m not making fun of you. Did I ever tell you about the time I tried bondage with a girl in Smallville?”I asked. Bart sat up and looked at me. “She tied me to her headboard, but she couldn’t get me loose, so I’m laying there like—. Like this.” I held my hands together above my head. “And she tried to cut me loose with scissors, but she cut my hand on accident, and she had work, so she left me there and her friend had to come and cut me loose.

“But he was about thirty minutes out, so I had to sit there with my arms above my head watching X-Files wearing nothing but a blanket. So, he gets there halfway through the episode and he’s laughing while he’s sawing me loose with a knife. And I’m mortified because he had to practically straddle me—.” Bart giggled.

“Tell me you didn’t,” Bart whispered. I nodded before covering my face.

“He was cool about it, but I never spoke to either of them again after that,” I replied.

“I said someone else’s—.”

“Bart, no,” I whispered. Bart nodded. “But you’ve—. Never mind. Bart, which movie did you watch all four this week?”

“No. I watched Desert Hearts and Lilies,” Bart replied, “Did you watch all four?”

“Yeah. I wanna—. I wanna make something that feels like one of those movies… Like I think I’m gonna write about desire and self-denial,” I replied. Bart propped himself up on his elbow and smiled as I rambled. “I’m talking too much, huh?”

“Yeah,” Bart nodded. “But I wanna know one thing. What are you talking to my mom about?”

I ran a hand over my face and lay on my back. “I love your mom. She’s great. I like to throw ideas at her sometimes. Mel’s awesome. She called me yesterday to talk about her friend she met at the school,” I replied.

“Did she send you pictures of them hanging out in the breakroom?”Bart smiled.

“Yeah, your mom is so cute. I love that she’s just some adorable woman in her thirties and her seventy-year-old best friend. Also, why is she so good at taking pictures?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah. Thad is teaching her,” Bart replied. He covered his mouth and yawned.

“I can’t smell anything. My nose is stuffed,” I whispered.

“It’s rude,” Bart mumbled as he shut his eyes. “Thanks for cuddling up. And thanks for not taking our stuff out on my mom.”

I nodded, wrapping my arms around him as I shut my eyes. “I don’t care how mad I get, I’ll never turn down sleeping in your bed. You’ve got the softest blankets,” I whispered. Bart didn’t answer. His chest steadily rose and fell. I fell into a deep sleep immediately after. I woke up once to Cissie changing out our ice cups, but she didn’t see me. I wondered what she thought. It didn’t change anything because Bart hadn’t changed his mind, and I didn’t want to convince him. Still, it felt good having him close again.

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