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[justadesibifangirl]

Hi may i request a lightwood family fanfiction where they had a sister but she was kidnapped at birth and they meet her years later and if you do can you include maryse a lot thank you so much if you do this

Reunited

Hey, sorry it took so long. I had it almost done, then it all deleted and I didn't have it backed up anywhere. I hope this is okay and thanks so much for my first request :)

This focuses mostly on Maryse and her kidnapped daughter (Ophelia Lightwood)

Everyone knew about the three Lightwood kids. But what people didn't know about, was the 4th.

Born 2 years after Isabelle Lightwood, black-haired, blue-eyed, star shape birthmarked Ophelia Lightwood was not even half an hour old - and had just been named - when she was snatched out of a sleeping Maryse Lightwood's arms.

Soon after, Maryse woke up to empty arms. She assumed the doctors had taken her for something. When almost 3 hours had passed, she realized something was wrong.

Eventually the doctors discovered that Ophelia wasn't even in the hospital anymore.

That she had been kidnapped.

When Maryse heard the news, she was devastated. She would never see Ophelia say her first word or take her first steps. She would never attend her rune ceremony.

And so, that night Maryse cried and cried for all she would never get to see. She didn't even know if Ophelia was still alive.

Robert had been out on a mission and when he got back, he was furious. When he learnt what happened, he blamed Maryse for it. And eventually she began to blame herself.

Izzy was very young and so didn't know Ophelia existed. All she knew was that once every year she would walk past an empty room and hear her mother's sobs.

Alec however, knew what had happened, and so every year like clockwork, when Ophelia's birthday came around, Maryse would clutch on to him as if he was the only thing grounding her - and maybe he was.

She would sob and sob.

It broke Alec's heart knowing he could do nothing and it broke Izzy's heart not knowing why her mother sounded so pained and heartbroken.

So when a transfer from the London Institute arrived, saying her name was Ophelia, Maryse walked out of the room almost immediately.

Ophelia turned, confused, to Izzy. "Did I do something?" She asked. "I don't think so." Izzy replied, equally as confused.

Alec sighed, knowing it was only fair that Ophelia should know why his mother was acting like this. And so he explained everything.

Ophelia thought it was a coincidence at first, but more and more coincidences started appearing.

She had always wondered why her parents were brunette with brown eyes, and she was dark haired with blue eyes. In finding out that the kidnapped Ophelia and her not only shared a name but a birthday, she had to admit it was a bit suspicious. The icing on the cake was when she saw a baby photo of Ophelia, taken just before she was kidnapped.

Ophelia gasped.

That baby was identical to her baby photos.

And that's how she found herself outside of Maryse's office. Deep breaths Ophelia. You can do this.

She raised her hand to knock, but the door swung open andshe stood face-to-face with Maryse.

"Ophelia. Come in." Maryse said, forcing a smile as she stared at an exact replica of her kidnapped daughter.

They both took a seat. "Um... Alec told me about your daughter." She started off nervously. Her hands shook and beads of sweat dotted her forehead.

"And?" Maryse snapped, glaring at her. This was obviously a sore subject for Maryse, but her attitude was not helping the girl in front of her who was trembling like a leaf. Maryse's gaze softened a bit before she gestured for Ophelia to go on.

"Um-uh- well... I think I'm your daughter." She blurted out. Maryse opened her mouth to say something, but Ophelia beat her to it.

"Just think about it. I look like a Lightwood, our birthdays are the same day, and my baby pictures look exactly like Ophelia in the one you have."

Maryse was about to snap at her, when she mulled it over.

"I suppose it does make sense." She admitted. "But I have to check one thing."

She lifted Ophelia's arm, inspecting her shoulder. Maryse saw the star shaped birthmark and tears filled her eyes.

"It is you." She said softly. "Mom?" Ophelia replied, tears filling her eyes as well. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault." Maryse said over and over.

Ophelia pulled her into a bone-crushing hug.

"I don't blame you for me getting kidnapped. It's not your fault. Who said it's your fault?" Ophelia wiped her mom's eyes. "Robert blames me." Maryse admitted.

"Mom?" She choked out through the lump in her throat. "Yes?" Maryse wiped tears from her eyes.

Ophelia choked out a laugh. "Your husband's an idiot."

Maryse pulled her daughter back into a hug and they stood there in each others arms just crying.

Mother and daughter, daughter and mother. Reunited.

[reallifepuppy]

Just a tiny little girl <3

[lilmisslilyyy]

[tcustodisart]

Wolfmom's daughter has been taken by Sharrans.

[bet-on-me-13]

Harley and Ivy meet Jazz while she's Interning at Arkham, and think she's their daughter from the Future. Somehow.

They're not wrong.

Turns out the Fentons decides to test a Prototype Ghost Portal one day 18 years ago and accidentally made a Time Portal instead. Deeming the experiment a Failure, they were just about to close it and start again when a Baby was launched out of it and into Jack's arms.

The moment he looked into her Eyes he knew he wanted to keep her. Maddie was much the same.

They did Try to return her at first, but turns out the Portal was Unstable and constantly shifting between dozens of different TimeZones, so they could never find where/when she came from. She could either be from Earth 18 years later, or Mars 5 Million Years Ago. No way to tell.

So without any other option they decided that she was their Daughter now.

It helped that she looked so much like them, and that both had been in the Lab for 9 Months straight building the Portal so nobody would question the sudden Baby. They just told the Hospital they had an At Home Delivery and officially made her their Daughter.

They raised her believing that she was their's Biologically, because after a while they honestly forgot she wasn't.

Now Jazz is working as an Intern at Arkham Asylum, and has met the 2 Patients she will be helping take care of.

Doctor Pamela Isley, and Doctor Harleen Quinzel. Aka, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn.

This should be an interesting internship.

[urbruisedgf]

🎀 My favourite position 🎀

[diejager]

Could you please do a platonic yandere Vladimir Makarov with teenage daughter reader? Where he finds out that he has a daughter and is watching her but after awhile he decided to kidnap her to keep her safe from anyone and anything.?

Cw: DARKFIC, protective dad, kidnapping, spoiling, isolation, platonic yandere, tell me if I missed any.

He hadn’t expected his drunken one night stand to come back to him seventeen years later, at the peak of his revolution and power in the world. It had left his mind by the end of the week, where he spent a night with a pretty woman that he’d approached in the joy and mirth of winning a seat in the political image of Russia, his seat secured and power promised. He was - felt - unstoppable at that point.

Then he learned he had a daughter, a sweet girl that looked like a perfect mix of him and your mother. Thrust into the beginning of your adulthood and the closing chapter of your childhood, you had grown so prettily, adorable and loving. You were perfect in his eyes. Receiving the love of a mother, being pampered by her with the little amount of money she could scrounge to send you to school and provide for you. She truly cared for you despite being a mistake, a regret that reminded her of their coupling years ago.

While he believed in receiving motherly affection, he didn’t like the way you lived. So poor and hungry, denied the riches and luxury of his name and money. He wouldn’t have you live like that. So he took you, flew down to your quaint home, dressed finely and followed by his entourage while he stared down your mother, waiting for you to come back home from school. He’d forgotten her name - your mother - but all that mattered was you. He knew your name, your hobbies and preferences, but he’d like to hear them from you, to know you by your own words and acts rather than the video surveillance and all the digging he had his men do. 

And when he saw you in person, standing anxiously before him, you looked much more beautiful before him than through his screen. He saw the apprehension in your eyes, the small frown that pinched as you fussed about your mother’s fearful expression, using yourself to protect her from him and his men, ignoring her pleas for you to stand behind her, to let her protect you. But you were fiercely protective and loyal, something he expected from his daughter, yet was still surprised by the depth of it, blindly loyal and faithfully protective to a fault. 

“This…” she didn’t know how to explain this situation, he could see it as plainly as the blackness of his suit, “He’s your father, sweetheart.”

Your face broke between pain, shock and disbelief, but none directed at her, only to him whom you glared so powerfully. You were still so determined to protect your mother, knowing that she hid him from you and had never tried to reach out to him —not that he could blame her, he wasn’t a merciful man, neither easily reachable, nor easy to face. 

He gave you his name and smiled, pulling the sweetest grin he could, seeming soft and tender for a ruthless man like him. All for his daughter, the gem that would inherit his empire. Ever so polite, you muttered your name, voice slightly shaky. You took after your mother, taking her last name rather than his, one that screamed power and danger, but he’d have it changed, no daughter of his wouldn’t be given the name Makarov.

He was satisfied with this, and with little need to stay here any longer, he stood and approached you, his hand calling yours to have you accompany him home. He would have you brought home, where you rightfully belonged. On a throne by his side, dressed in the best silk and fabric his money could gift you, given the best education and taught by the best academic in both English and Russian, and if possible, you’d be taught other arts: literature, ballet, piano, theatre and language. 

But he was… somewhat disappointed that you shook your head, declining his invitation to come willingly. He understood that you’d have to start over again, uprooted and starting anew in a strange world without your mother. Truly, he knew how that felt, but he’d grown, he became better and wanted the same for you: to be better and deserve better. 

“Mom!” your cries and scream hurt him, the sound chiseling at his heart, fighting him to return o your mother’s side.

His men held your mother back, careful not to harm her as per his words, he didn’t need her health jeopardised. He had plans of paying her for caring for you, giving her a monthly cheque to support herself, eternally grateful that she sacrifice everything for you. You were now under his care, protected under his watchful eyes and international spread of allies and influence.

“Don’t cry, милая,” he cradled you, seated on his lap as he wiped away your tears, his hushed but steady voice trying to soothe you, “We’re going home.”[darling]

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[lilmisslilyyy]

[urbruisedgf]

play with your pretty little princess <3

[urgrossdaughter]

i have an obsession with public groping fantasies recently. i just want my tits to be grabbed, my nipples pinched and pulled and played with. someone to rub their cock on my ass, taking my hand and making me stroke them until they cum, walking around with their cum on me uhdhdbdbdb

[reallifepuppy]

Don’t you love cherries? 🍒