Summary: After a precious bundle changes reader’s life, she does everything in her power to leave the life she left behind. That is until her luck runs out and everything she once knew comes back all in one person.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of past life, mentions of gun use.
A/N: I told you all there would be more Lloyd coming from me! Now in series form and I pray that I can stick to it! I hope that you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥
Divider by @firefly-graphics
I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P
Another late day. Another day filled with meetings that half of which could have been an email. The mundane droning of quarterly outputs and fake promises from co-workers to do better was starting to get boring.
The meeting room filled with a mixture of eagerness and boredom lasted for another 30 minutes, feeling your phone buzz as you already knew what that meant.
You missed pick-up time again…
Luckily, you had help in that department. The deal was always that if you were going to be late coming home Lula would be in charge of pickup.
She would always make sure to text you that she successfully picked up the tiny person that drove you to sit in these boring meetings in the first place.
Liana, your precious baby girl changed your life in so many ways that you would forever be in her debt. Like her birth, the knowledge of her was a surprise to you.
The minute you heard the strong heartbeat on that monitor, you knew the life that you once had was over. She was the priority and you did everything in your power to change your life for the better.
Your previous life was no place for her to grow up. The fear that her father would take her under his wing was something that you feared.
And you feared nothing…
Not until you held all 8 pounds and 9 ounces of pure perfection in your arms. The second those two-toned eyes met yours, there was no turning back to what you used to be. The only fear that you had was one day she would learn who her father really was.
You were a mother and a mother only. Liana Skye was your whole entire world and you dared anyone to come within a foot of her.
She softened you in ways that you didn’t know you could be. Gave you the will to be patient, and compassionate, and whenever she laid eyes on you and that toothy grin came into sight, you were a goner.
Never did you want someone’s approval so bad until her. No one else mattered in the world and you did everything to make sure she was well taken care of.
Vetting the best nannies around, making sure she went to the best school that the city could offer — you were that mom. There wasn’t anything that she couldn’t ask for that you wouldn’t get for her.
Except…
You knew that the day would come when she would ask why she didn’t have a father like the rest of her classmates. To your reply, he was away… always away. Deep down you knew that was a lie.
But there was no way that you were going to crush your 4-year-old’s heart and tell her that she would never see him. You made sure of that.
You left your previous life behind, making sure that there was no lingering trace of you ever existing. It was like your old self never existed and you liked it that way.
Liana could never know who you were before you became her mommy. Her hero. Who you wanted her to know was the woman that you created. A character that you wrote all on your own.
This facade that you played so well was working for you and although you didn’t need to work, you had to keep up the appearances. No one in that city knew just how well off you were.
Thanks to your previous life, you racked in enough money to take care of you, Liana, and the generation after her. It definitely came with a great cost and there was no way that your precious baby would ever know what you had to do to make sure she would be set for life.
The sound of the laptop shutting signaled that the last meeting of the day was over and you were more than ready to drive home, take a hot shower, and snuggle with your whole entire world.
She was the spitting image of you, always amazed you at how you created such a beautiful little girl. Yet as you look into her eyes, you see you and her father combined and it sent a pang in your chest like no other.
You didn’t want to stay in the building any longer than you had to, gathering up your folders and depositing them on your desk as you grabbed your purse and keys to head out of the 128-floor building.
The sun had already begun to set, shades of oranges and purples filled the sky as you walked out of the building in the search for your car that always sat in the same spot every day.
The walk to the garage felt like hours but in reality, were minutes, you couldn’t wait to kiss those chubby cheeks that rose whenever she saw you.
Luck was on your side as you drove down the busy road, noticing the light traffic at that time of day. The universe knew that you needed to see your baby, making sure every traffic light that you met was green as the garden in your backyard.
You make a quick stop at the gas station, half a mile from home to fill up the almost empty tank, shooting Lula a text that you would be home in as little as 3 minutes.
Usually, you would get a fast text back but, not this time. It wasn’t of importance and you were sure that she was probably busy with Liana to answer right away. It didn’t matter to you in the slightest because she was the best at what she did.
You pumped and paid, getting back in the car, eyes focused on the straight road before turning the corner to get to your house. It was a community, one that you felt safe in.
Liana had friends that she had play dates with and you would be the best hostess to a group of kids almost every other weekend. Your little girl was quite the social butterfly, reminding yourself of you when you were her age.
But life had a funny way of changing a child no matter what age they were. Call it puberty or trauma. Each played a significant role in the path you chose before becoming a mother.
The lights outside were lit, smiling as you saw the inside of your house lit up like Christmas. Lula’s car was parked right beside your designated spot as usual.
Nothing was out of place… No reason to be alarmed at all. You take your belongings out of the car, taking two steps at a time to get to your front door. With ease you unlock the door, only when you emerged inside were you met with silence.
Your eyes scan the front room, not a piece of furniture was out of place. Could you have missed something in the communication with Lula? Checking the unread messages on your phone, you see the messages that you missed.
One stating that Liana hadn’t been feeling well and would be more than likely sleep when you got home. That alone caused a slow panic to arise. How didn’t you pay attention to that?
Quickly you toe off your heels, stepping more into the house as you begin to call out for Lula.
You begin to check the living room first, feet padding the wooden floor, “Lu?” Silence.
Turning towards the kitchen, there was something that was off. The smell of chicken noodle soup permeated the air and for the first time in a couple hours, you were famished.
Your stomach grumbled at the aromatic smell, knowing that Lula cooked everything just right. Making it further into the kitchen, relief washed over you as you see Lula sitting in the chair with her back facing.
Blowing out a breath you being to walk towards, “There you are. Is Lili okay?” the question lingering as you get closer. Usually, Lula would have turned around to see you by now but… nothing.
“Lu… You okay?”
It was apparent that as you got closer that something wasn’t right at all. Your eyes dart to every secret compartment, taking another step towards Lula.
Placing a hand on her shoulder, you call out to her again, “Lu?” concern lacing your tongue the minute you became face to face with her.
You shake her unconscious frame one.. Twice, before she slumps over. Panic courses through your nerves and that is when you knew something was entirely wrong.
Without hesitation, you grab at the kitchen drawer, pulling out a custom-made 9mm, not even stopping to see if Lula was breathing.
All you knew was that Liana could be in trouble and god help the person dumb enough to come in here.
Taking two steps at a time again, you wasted no time getting to her decorated door, one that she was proud to decorate herself. Except it was slightly cracked and her night light shone through.
Pushing open the door, you’re met with an image that would have warmed you in normal circumstances. In a perfect life, this was what you wanted.
But your life was less than perfect.
The arms wrapped around your daughter shouldn’t even be near her. He shouldn’t even be here. For the first time in — ever, fear as cold as ice ran through your veins.
“Hi cupcake,” his whispered tone reached over to you, your eyes looking over at Liana as she didn’t stir one bit.
The hand holding your weapon trembled, anger and fear lacing your nerves, “Whatever you want… let’s deal with it,” your breath rising and becoming deeper, keeping your eyes on him, “But not in front of her… not in front my baby”
“You mean our baby sweetie,” he smirks at your sharp intake of breath, chuckling softly as he keeps his voice low, “Didn’t think I would find out? It took me a while and well… You’re good.”
If it was one person you could never hide from… It was Lloyd Hansen. He knew your next move before you did. You knew his next move before he did.
But this… This move you didn’t think he would make so soon.
“Lloyd… Let her go… now”
“Not a chance sweet cheeks. You thought you could keep her from me?”
“Just let her go!” you spat between clenched teeth, almost raising your weapon. Lloyd had your world in his hands and you had no idea what he was going to do next.
Call it luck again or the universe. Lloyd looked down at a sleeping Liana, anger and conflict racing through his own veins. Those ocean green eyes looked at you, a frown on his face as he slowly laid Liana back down, making sure to cover her back up.
Just as carefully as he tucked her in, he carefully rose from her bed, making it over to you, “Lead the way cupcake, we have a lot to discuss…”
Masterlist
Warnings: 18+, cursing, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of stalking, fluffy uncle!Peter, fighting, scary themes, knives, frying pan, descriptions of someone having a nightmare.
Screams rang out, waking Peter from his deep slumber as he shot up from the couch where he slept. The moon’s light hits his face as he gasps, gripping his quickly rising chest - clad only in boxers. His ears rang just as loud as the blood-curdling screams did - echoing from where MJ slept in the main bedroom. Peter ran in his bare feet, stepping on toys as he crossed the threshold to where MJ was.
There she laid in bed, paralysed by fear as she screamed loudly - her eyes shut tightly as she clung to the sheets around her. Peter was panicking as he slowly approached her, placing his shaky hands on her shoulders as he started to gently try to shake her awake without scaring her more - whispering her name, “MJ - its Pete. You’re dreaming. You’re here with me, MJ.”
He’s breathless as he gently sits beside her as she wakes, gasping as her eyes open. Peter gulps, seeing hot tears falling from her beautiful, sad eyes as she sat up in front of where Peter was. MJ’s voice was hoarse, shaky as she spoke - eyes darting around the dark corners of the bedroom around her, “J- John… He - he’s gonna find me and he’s gonna finally do it. I - I - He - I keep dreaming of it. This time he told me he’d - John’s gonna do it.”
Her eyes flutter as more tears fall - heart racing loudly, beating like a drum in Peter’s ears as he hones in on her senses. She’s terrified. Her glazed eyes snap back to Peter. His doe eyes search hers, keeping his palms on either side of MJ’s shoulders as he asks, “He’s gonna finally do what?”
She was so scared, staring into Peter’s eyes as she silently cried. Peter’s stomach churns at her silence. He tries to keep calm, but his tone comes off stern as he asks, “What is he going to do, MJ?” Her face was stoic as she spoke frankly, “John is going to kill me if he finds me, Peter.”
It was so silent in the apartment as they both sat; Peter’s blood boiling as he heard MJ’s body recoiling into itself as she became more anxious. He watched as she clung to herself in some small attempt of feeling secure; something he imagined she had been used to doing since being with John.
That fucking monster.
Peter thought of what all John had put her through. MJ had drunkley shared some horror stories over drinks a few nights back and Peter hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. He replayed her words over and over - breaking his own heart as he would attempt to stop thinking about such horrible things. But he couldn’t. It had scarred him and he couldn’t imagine how badly it had scarred MJ.
Deep rage seems to boil over inside of Peter, feeling nauseous as he digests her cynical words. “MJ. I swear on my life - no he fucking won’t. He will regret the day he ever tries to come for you if that’s the case.” His tone is laced with pure resentment as he spoke. “If that motherfucker wants to try - sure, he can try me. But that’s all it’ll fucking be, MJ - a try.”
Peter wanted to pound John’s face in - wanted to beat him to a pulp for what he had done to MJ to make her still fear him after all this time.
His thoughts raced, dreaming of him having a reason to beat his best friend’s abuser until he was unrecognizable. Was he evil for it? For wanting justice? Was he the bad guy for imagining such a painful beating for such a monster of a human?
Peter hadn’t realized how livid he had grown until he felt her cold, shaking hand on his thigh, seeing her scared, eyes staring back at him. “I’m sorry, MJ - I just.. You’re my best friend. And - I - I will protect you always. Please always remember that you have me now. Please.”
She gives him a tired smile, “Thank you for coming to check on me, Peter..” Her heart still raced as her free hand clung to her oversized t-shirt she wore to bed. Peter could hear how fast the blood was rushing through her veins, wishing more than anything that it would be appropriate to hold her in his arms.
He wished he could tell her everything already, but she was healing. Even though she had already been there for a month, it still didn't feel right to Peter to put all of the multiverse and what that means for them onto MJ as she dealt with something so heavy. He didn’t want to fuck this up. He just wanted to do what he couldn’t do for Gwen. Peter just wanted to protect her. And god, would he do whatever it took to keep MJ out of harm's way.
His brown eyes gaze at MJ’s still shaking hand placed on his bare knee. Peter places his hand on top of hers as he looks into her eyes, calming his thoughts as he stares into her kind eyes, “I will always come to check on you,” Peter smirked. “You’re safe now. You don’t have to worry about anything now MJ. I will always come and save you.”
——
Early morning light poured into the kitchen, illuminating the apartment as Rose and MJ sat at the kitchen table. Tarzan played in the background as MJ held up a spoonful of baby food, making an absolutely ridiculous face as she began to count down, “1… 2… 3…”
Rose took a large bite from the spoon, somehow still getting sweet potato all over her chunky cheeks. She let out a long, “Mmm,” gaining a chuckle from MJ.
“Oh, so you’re a sweet potato fan, huh? Well, how about another bite?” MJ asked, bobbing her head to the music as she started to smile. She looked to the screen, watching as young Tarzan jumped from elephant to elephant before his transition into becoming a man.
She remembers her and Peter dancing and spinning each other around in circles as Tarzan played on the screen on May and Ben’s tv. “I’m gonna make you so dizzy you’re gonna see stars!” Peter’s small voice squeaked out as he gripped MJ’s dainty hands and continued to spin her around. “Nu-uh, Petey! Imma get you dizzy first!” They both fell onto the pillows they had sprawled out on the floor, giggling as their little heads spun, seeing stars.
MJ sighed contently as she turned back towards Rose. “Ya know, Rosey - your Uncle Peter and I loved this movie when we were little kids. It was actually what kinda made us buddies in the first place.” She scooped more food into the spoon as she continued, “We were like four or five whenever we met . And Tarzan was conveniently both of our favorite movies.” Rose took the spoon from MJ, shoving it towards her open mouth. MJ laughed loudly as she watched Rose feed herself.
“We also thought we were twins because we had the same missing teeth whenever we first met.” Peter walked out of the bathroom in sweatpants and a t-shirt, smiling at the sight around the kitchen table as he let out an exhale, “Well, looks like sweet potatoes were a hit.”
“Yes, they were. Also, I see you are still really good at eavesdropping,” she says with a small chuckle as Peter gasps, holding his chest - acting so hurt. “I’m just messing with you. How was your shift last night?”
“Oh- uh.. Good. It was good, yeah,” Peter stammered with an awkward shrug. “You know, nothing exciting ever happens in construction.”
“Yeah, except for that horrible black eye you got last week,” MJ retorted, taking a sharp inhale before she continued. “I’m sorry, Peter. I just - I just want you to be safe. And I think that they should at least apologize and acknowledge that you did get hurt on the job.”
Peter hated lying to MJ, especially after all that she has been through. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell her what he was actually doing at night. He just really wanted to change the subject.
He walked over to the table, brushing some of the baby’s wild curls from her forehead as he crouched down beside where she sat, shoving sweet potato into her tiny mouth. “Oohoo, Rosey Posey - you look so pretty in pink this morning. Are we watching John Hughes movies today to mark the occasion?” His brown eyes quickly glance towards MJ before looking back to the baby, “Does MJ get to join?”
MJ sighs as she looks at Rose, shaking her head as she leans back in the chair, “Nope. MJ’s gotta go find a job so she can stop bumming off of your sweet Uncle Peter.” MJ glances at Peter. “I actually have an interview a few blocks away at ten, I should actually probably get going.” She stands as she sees the time, starting to head towards the door.
“Hey - no, no, no,” Peter stood, knees cracking as he started to walk towards her. “MJ, you are not a bum.” She turned back towards Peter, bumping into his chest. They both froze, staring at the other in silence. MJ gazed up into Peter’s eyes, feeling her cheeks grow warm. Peter was no longer that prepubescent preteen that she had remembered from years ago. Peter had grown up to be an even more handsome man and wonderful human than she used to constantly daydream about. The kind of daydream that always ended in writing “Mrs. Peter Parker” in cursive over and over again in her diary.
Peter had been so kind to her, but she wasn’t stupid - she knew when someone had overstayed their welcome.
MJ gulps, patting her palm awkwardly on Peter’s shoulder as she begins to walk to the door, “Pete, you are so kind. You and Rose have both been so kind.. But, I have got to find a decent paying job so I can move on with my life and start over. I need a fresh start after everything.”
“Fine - but I really hope you feel comfortable enough to wait to move out until we have got you back on your feet financially,” Peter said, his tone defeated - confusing MJ as she watched his hopeful smile turn into an anxious frown. He knew it wasn’t right to stop her. “And wherever you live needs to be in a safer area of town. You - you’re going to stay in the city? Are you - are you moving - are you - I’m sorry. Are you planning to move, MJ?”
MJ couldn’t help but to give a small smile as she shook her head, ‘no’. Peter seemed to blink away the sadness in his eyes as he smiles at the woman. “You aren’t going to move out of the city?”
“Nah, Petey - can’t get rid of me that easily!” She joked, opening the door and waving at Rose, giving her best Terminator impression as she drops her voice and makes a silly voice, “I’ll be back.” She gives a big smile, “Bye you two. Have fun watching John Hughes movies! I’ll be home soon! I mean - I’ll be back soon!! Wish me luck!”
—-
To Peter Parker’s dismay, MJ got offered the job on the spot, sharing it with him as soon as she got back from the interview. “Peter! They said they loved my personality and want me to start next week! And the pay is so freaking good! Ah! I feel like my life is finally coming together!” She squealed, a large smile plastered across her face. “And I can get out of your hair and I can pay you rent for however long I’ve had to mooch off of you!”
Peter wanted so badly to be happy for MJ, but inside he was screaming. He gulped, clearing his throat before he spoke, “You don’t have to pay me, MJ. I want to take care of you. I mean - I, uh..”
“You want to take care of me?” MJ retorts, brows furrowing and smile dropping as she looks up to Peter’s doe eyes. He realized what he had said just as soon as it escaped his lips.
Of course he wanted to take care of her. Hell, he wanted to sweep her off of her feet. Peter wanted to wait on her hand and foot - meet every desire she had.
They stood, staring at each other in silence as Rose played on the floor.
Peter could hear MJ’s heart start to race as she looked up at him, gulping as she eagerly waited for his response.
“Well, you’re - you’re my childhood best friend. I would be rude to not - uh, help you,” Peter said, cringing at his delivery. Shaking his head as he spoke, “I just uh, I just wanted to make sure you are safe.. uh, man.”
MJ’s face dropped, as did her heart beat. “Yeah, thank you… man,” She gave him a weak smile before looking down at Rose, “Well hi, baby girl! What have you and Uncle Peter been up to?”
“Hey - MJ, c’mon..” his fingertips caress her arm as his brown eyes gaze down into hers. She scowled, whispering to Peter with tears in her eyes,“I am not a charity case, Peter.”
“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” he whispers, swallowing back tears as the lights started to flicker in the apartment.
Peter hones in on the electricity, unable to find its source as MJ walks away into the bathroom. “Well, shit,” he whispers under his breath, beginning to sit down on the ground with Rose as she stares up at him. “Oh, come on,” he gives her a face, “I promise, I didn’t mean it like that. I want MJ to stay, Rosey Pose..”
He can hear MJ crying as he listens in on her in the bathroom. He shakes his head as a tear falls onto his lap. Rose places her small hand in Peter’s as they sit in the living room floor driving Barbie dolls around on monster trucks.
——
Things had been weird between MJ and Peter for a week now. They became like two passing ships in the night - completely avoiding each other. Peter went on patrol more often, still claiming he had a random construction job that had suddenly needed him more and Rose had been put to bed hours ago, leaving MJ alone.
So there MJ stood in her pajamas, finishing up washing dishes for the evening so she could have some peace of mind about sleeping in a bed that she still doesn’t pay for. She washed the frying pan out with white vinegar, scrubbing the old burn marks from the pan as music played.
She heard rustling from behind her, turning towards the noise and noticing nothing out of the ordinary. “Weird,” she murmured as she turned back to wash the dishes, humming along to the music just as the door handle jiggled. Her head whips around to Rose’s room as she yelled, “Peter?”
The door handle jiggles again, MJ heart starts to race as she grips the frying pan in her hands as the water continues to run. “Peter?”
The door slammed open as a tall, burly man stumbles into the apartment. He was wearing a black suit and carrying knives in his gloved hands. “Where is she?” He growled.
“What are you talking about?” MJ gulped, staring wide-eyed at the man beginning to stalk towards her.
“Where is the baby?” The man spoke, showing the knives to MJ with a villainous smile as he neared where she stood in the kitchen, completely frozen in fear. “Tell me where the fucking baby is, bitch!”
Something burned deep in MJ’s chest as she gripped the black pan in her wet hands - feeling her body begin to vibrate.
The man was only a few feet away when MJ gritted her teeth, digging her heels into the ground as she turned towards him - landing a smack to his cheek with the frying pan she was clinging too.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” The man sprung up, chasing after MJ as she ran towards her cellphone, falling to the ground as the man tackled her. The phone fell too, thankfully face up. It was a fight as she tried to text Peter as the man stood to grab his knives.
She’s quick as she flips over onto her back - feeling as if she were running from John in their condo as she raises her legs and kicks he tall man in the shins. “You want to die?” He growled as MJ jumped up onto her feet, fists ready to go as she stared up at the man. “I have nothing to fucking lose. You aren’t getting to that baby unless you kill me first,” she says, gritting her teeth as the man started to charge her.
MJ ducked, running towards the butcher knives and grabbing one as the man sliced the back on her arm. She winced, turning backwards and quickly jabbing the knife at the stranger, slicing him on the forearm. He reared back, punching MJ in the face as she falls to the ground.
He turns, “only four doors to choose from. Too easy.” Just as he starts to walk towards the correct door MJ throws herself onto his back, stabbing him in the shoulder in the process. “I think the fuck not!”
She was thrown off of him with ease, hitting the floor with a thud. The strangers got on top of her, holding a knife above her chest as he smiled breathlessly.
A web shoots from across the room, coming from the windows - both the stranger and MJ turn, seeing none other than Spiderman standing in front of the window, his blue and red suit clinging to his chiseled body as he shot another web, this time knocking the knife from the man’s hands.
“Spider-Man?” MJ asked as she looked at the masked hero, the stranger’s hands immediately wrapping around her throat as he begins to choke her.
Spiderman shoots webs from his wrists, attaching to the walls before he throws himself across the room with ease, knocking the man off of MJ with a kick. “Who the fuck sent you here!” He screams at the man as he approached where he laid on the ground. “Huh? Who the fuck sent you here?!”
“Fuck you, Spiderman,” the man spat at him.
Spiderman shot a web at the man’s hand that was so clearly going for the small gun he had tucked away in his socks. “Nope.”
The man grunted as Spider-Man landed a brutal punch to the floor beside the man’s head, screaming, “Who fucking sent you!?”
“Wilson Fisk,” the man hissed.
Spiderman slammed both his fists on the floor, holding himself back from pummeling the man. His chest was heaving as he stood with clinched fists. “Get out.” He growled.
“What?” The man sat up, confusion washed over his face.
“I said get out, now.” Spider-Man spoke frankly as he pointed to the door. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
The man stood, stumbling out of the apartment as Spider-Man turned back to MJ, who was sitting in the floor staring up at him, “Peter?”
Peter took off his mask, unveiling himself to MJ - now the only person that knows his identity besides himself. “Hi…”
“Hi,” she whispers, in shock as she stared up at her handsome friend standing above her with his gloved hand extended. “So, you and I have a lot to talk about.”
—-
A/N: Was this a dumpster fire? There was so much groundwork needed for the rest of this story I was questioning my sanity and if I could actually still write fanfiction. Whoops. Hopefully it was coherent? Thank you @blooming-violets for being my friend and encouraging me. Thank you @withahappyrefrain for letting me bounce my wild ramblings off of you.
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Hello, party people! So I’ve finally finished writing the first season of Found, which means that I can get to casting people. Now, I did say that this was something that everyone can be a part of, so first thing’s first I need to tell you guys what you’ll be a part of...I guess?
So the first thing is that this is a super big project. (I don’t know why I’m doing this to myself.) The opportunity to be in it loads is there for people, or if you don’t have time with school / work / life, but still want to be in it, there are a hundred thousand smaller parts that you can have. If you are cast as a smaller role, don’t panic because with how long I want this to go on, the amount of canon characters and OC characters, there is a 100% chance that you can come back and do it again.
SO!
First of all, I need to know who even wants to be in it. So, send me a message with:
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Male / Female / NB - Role preference (You’re allowed to say that it doesn’t matter):
Long term - Short term role preference:
Link to your RP tag / Character page - Both?:
The option to send over raw video files to be turned into gifs is an option if you think you’ll have time to film, but not so much time to edit. Or if there are effects that you’re not sure how to do, ya boy will help you!
Writers, I didn’t forget about you!
@llaeyro is my co-writer for the entire Found series, but she does have a life to live as well. Much to my disapproval, just give me all of your attention Ami, gheez! But there is still the opportunity for people to write this with me, in addition to writing their own things which will be side stories based on the other characters in the series.
So, if you wanna write some scripts, help me write some scripts, write stories to be turned into script, write stories that will stay as stories let me know! I’ll need your:
Name:
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I’m hoping that this will be a super rad project that everyone in the community can be a part of. So....yeah. That’s it I guess. Another post will be on the way a little later about the characters in season one so you can get to know them a little a better.
Summary: After finally finding out reader’s whereabouts, Lloyd comes to make up for lost time, by any means necessary
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of past life, mentions of gun use, a smidge of violence, mentions of headshots, explicit language.
A/N: I’m back to this unhinged man! I enjoyed writing this after my long stint of not writing and I hope you all love it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥
Divider by @firefly-graphics
I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P
Flashback
You stare at the detailed brief, scanning over it twice… three times. The mission seemed like an easy feat, one that you felt needed no help on. But you were the newbie, a fresh face is what the director described.
Graduating at the top of your class, excelling is every single test, you were deemed overly qualified for the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Your skills were one to envy, with perfect scores on all targets, there was no better shooter than you. Even on your worst day, the best agent couldn’t even get close to you.
It took you a while to be seen by someone who actually respected your qualifications. But it was work unlike you had ever seen.
It didn’t matter the target that you were assigned. If it had a pulse, it wouldn’t be once Le silencieux came in and did what needed to be done.
News of your abilities circled around until An Agency decided to take you in. Promising you bigger targets with bigger pay. You would kill anyone. Almost.
Children were always off limits…
Something that the agency respected. Seeming as though they had other contractors that would do that side of the dirty work.
You didn’t need anybody to help you. Which was why as you look at the brief one more time, there was a point of contact. A supervisor that would be accompanying you on said mission.
Lloyd Hansen was a household name and when the agency needed effective work, he was the guy to call. That was up until you came along and he got wind of your talents.
If it wasn’t your job in Berlin that alerted him of your prowess, it was definitely your last job or taking out one of the top-paid tycoons on the West Coast of America.
Said to be the most untouchable mogul in the world, you decided to prove that theory otherwise. To the media, the cause of the death was natural causes.
But Lloyd knew better. He looked over the autopsy reports over and over. You left everything pristine and even he would roll his eyes at having to do extra work.
It didn’t take him much asking to be put to watch over you. With a record like yours, you didn’t need a babysitter.
He just wanted to have a front-row seat to just how good you were….
Present Day
Your fingers hit the numbers on the keypad quicker than you’ve ever moved, hearing the access notification. With no time to waste, you motion for Lloyd to enter, smelling the same scent that you knew so well.
As the door closes by your hand alone, silence fills the room. The tension was as loud as ever and you wanted nothing more than to quell the impending elephant in the room.
“Nice office ya got here munchkin,” Lloyd’s voice comes into play as she looks around the modern study.
Professional and well organized to the naked eye and you wanted to keep it that way.
Pleasantries weren’t something that you really had time for. The reason for your disappearance stood before you, that smug smirk on his face as he set his eyes on you.
It was maddening the way one look could annoy all the fibers in your being. He was the only one that could do that.
And nothing had changed from then to now.
Steel is held to your waist, not letting your finger slip from the trigger as you look over at Lloyd, the annoyance already rolling off you.
“You’re not here to talk interior decorating and I don’t have time to talk nice,” you say curtly, your feet planted in the same spot, “Now… What do you want?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Can never tell with you Lloyd. You’re not very good at context clues. Cut the shit.”
Lloyd stares into you, a soft smirk weighing on his lips as he pulls his gun from the holster, automatically making you draw yours.
“Easy there sharp shooter… I come in peace for the moment,” a grin spreading across his face as she sits on the edge of your desk.
You don’t trust him and he knows that by the way your gun is still pointing at him between the eyes.
He sits there on the desk, watching you… studying you even, looking at the slight changes of your compared to years ago.
Still as beautiful as he remembered but more… scared.
Like you finally had something or someone to lose…
If it was one thing you knew: Lloyd Hansen Never puts his gun down. For once, you decided to trust him. Whatever he wanted needed to be said now. No telling when exactly Lili would wake up.
With reluctance, you place your guns in their holsters, making sure you had easy access in case he had any ideas.
“Why are you here?”
“Colibri…”
“Don’t,” you say sharply, your voice not faltering, “You don’t get to call me that…”
A frown sets on his lips, the tick in his jaw evident as he clenches his fist, “You left… without a word. Care to explain that?”
You smirk, deciding to play him at his own game, “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Cute… real cute cupcake,” the deep chuckle coming from his throat, his eyes boring into yours, “You know… I hate broken families,” He starts off, raising from his makeshift seat and walking over to you.
His height towered over you but it didn’t matter. You were the only woman to ever to bring Lloyd Hansen to his knees. A feat that even the most notorious assassin couldn’t even do.
You never budged as he stalked closer, his cologne just barely kissing the insides of your nostrils.
Still bold with a hint of sweetness, just like the scent you got for him, courtesy of your many stays in France.
Lloyd bends just a little to meet your eye level, shamelessly breathing you in as he lets out a low groan, “Still as delicious as I remember… I would hate to have to slowly get my answer from you ma douce and you know I can take my time very well. Start talking.”
If an answer was all he wanted, then that’s what you would give. You had no problem hurting his feelings when he had his hands on Lili. That was his first and only strike.
You let out a steady breath, keeping eye contact with him as you began to speak, “It’s not rocket science. I got pregnant and knew the second that it was real that my old life was done. There was no way that I was going to bring a baby into this mess. She didn’t deserve to have an unhinged father like you,”
Lloyd stayed quiet, waiting for your next words. He knew you were far from finished.
“And I was right… Here you come and kill her nanny, break into her room, and demand answers. Dad of the freaking year.”
“Only two of those are right ma douce..”
He answers while holding up two fingers, his voice void of emotion. The desk becomes his seat again as she swings his leg over the front, staring at you once more.
“I would never kill our daughter’s nanny. She does need looking over after all. Since you think you know what kind of father I am, you would have known that.”
Your eyes begin to soften a bit, bringing fixing them back to how they were, “Never thought I’d see the day that you would have a moral compass. I’m touched,” you say flatly.
“I still don’t Colibri but, I’ll make an exception this time.”
A slow clap fills the room as you begin to mock him, “I should be honored huh? At least you care a little. I’ll give you that much. She’s still my daughter. The only thing you did was deposit a weak sample.”
“My ‘samples’ were what you used to crave at one point in time. You can play coy all you want but we both know the truth ma douce…”
No matter how wrong you wanted him to be, Lloyd was once all you cared about. All you yearned for. You knew deep down he could never love.
You blink away for a second, setting your sights back on him, “You’re right, there was a strong one out of the bunch. Ya did some good in that retrospect.”
“What can I say ma douce, I never disappoint…”
“And yet you’re still here… I told you what you wanted to know. You got what you wanted,” you knew this wasn’t going to be easy.
Lloyd was never easy…
He gives you a knowing look, the tick in his jaw back again as he grew more annoyed.
You needed him out of your house and far away from Liana… She didn’t need him and neither did you.
Without a second thought, you walk around him and sit in your rightful seat, blowing out a slow breath.
“I know you, Lloyd. The minute she would have been of age. You would have taken her and made her into your image. I’ve seen it before…”
There was no proof that Lloyd would have taken Lili down the same road as your father did. But, you weren’t going to take any chances.
You were made into a weapon far before you were even a teenager. Target practice, day in and day out, combat practice when you turned eight.
To say you had a sliver of a childhood would have been a lie. You never even wanted children for that sole purpose alone.
But your surprise child softened you the minute you heard her heart beating.
Loud snapping took you from your thoughts, Lloyd’s face almost touching yours.
“Whatever daddy issues you may have has nothing to do with me. You took time away from me and I’m ready to collect on it.”
“You won’t go near her again”
“Watch me.”
“We both know how this will end, Lloyd. Do you really want to do this?”
Lloyd leans up from you, standing up from the desk, his lips pulled in a thin line, “I’ll give you two options sweets. The easy way or the hard way.”
A chuckle erupts from your lips, stopping just as fast as it started.
“You know I love the hard way Lloyd and if that means putting a bullet through your fucking head, then I will.”
A soft knock interrupts you both as you stand up, only for your face to meet the desk hard as Lloyd crossed over to slam you down.
The soft knocking continues as you begin to struggle, feel the tight grip Lloyd has on your arm.
“Mommy?” a soft muffled voice comes from behind the door, causing your fight reaction to rise. But your strength is no match for the pressure Lloyd has on you.
Cold steel meets your temple, Lloyd’s breath, coasting over your ear, “As I said before… I hate broken families. But I’ll splatter your brains on this desk and make our daughter half an orphan,” you struggle against his hold as he slams you down again, the knocking continuing to ensue.
“Just a minute baby! Mommy’s coming,” your voice shakes, hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes.
The knocking stops, knowing that she’s waiting, you lift your head up a bit to listen to the man keeping you from your baby.
You relax a little eliciting a content sight from Lloyd, “That’s good… compliance is all I asked for. Now, you take your ass to that door so I can meet my daughter. You’ve wasted enough of my time so make it quick,” he spat, releasing you from his hold as you stood up and walk to the door.
As you turn the knob, the fear that you had the day Liana was born came back to you. All the running that you did still wasn’t enough. It was now or never and weren’t going to leave Lili in the hands of just Lloyd.
The door opens and her large stuffed rabbit meets your eyesight before she does. Her eyes are still low, sleep still apparent in her.
“You okay sweetie?” bending down to check the warmth of her forehead, “Still not feeling good?”
Lili shakes her head, hugging her rabbit as she looks behind you, “Mommy? Who’s that?”
The question that you never wanted to answer. But it was staring you right in the face and the last thing that you wanted to do was to lie to her.
The words were lost on your tongue as you know that this choice could make or break the only person in the world that truly loved you.
Your creation wanted answers and you wouldn’t make her wait and let her lose more sleep.
But it wasn’t you that answered the question. You didn’t even know that Lloyd was behind you until you heard a tone that was only ever meant for you.
Softness…
“Hi there Princess Liana… I think it’s time we formally met…”
