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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Seeing Red | Ch. 27: Jake's secret ✍️📲

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: A N G S T, Jake's past, death, guns, dirty money, mentions of war... idk guys, this one has almost everything you can imagine.

A/N: IT'S FUCKING 04:30 AM I SAID I'LL PUBLISH IT TODAY AND HERE IT IS. THIS IS THE SECRET, BUT WE STILL HAVE A LONG ROAD AHEAD OF US, BABES.

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“I think I should start the story by telling you that Seresin isn’t my real surname.”

“Holy shit, what a way to start.” You mumble, grabbing a cushion to embrace while he tells you the story.

“Seresin is my mom’s maiden name. I was born as Jacob St. James.”

You hug the cushion tighter. “St. James. Sounds like a rich surname.”

Jake swallows, playing with the edge of his t-shirt. “Have you heard of the St. James Armament Corporation?”

"Of course, they're the ones who provide the Na-" You realize what he just said, the connection he’s implying. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“I wish I was.”

“Jake. SJAC is the biggest armament company in the States.” You state, as if he didn’t know already.

“And I’m their 17-year-old son that disappeared almost 20 years ago.” He confesses, his hands trembling.

You grab his hands, moving closer to him. “It’s okay. I’m here, okay? You’re not alone.”

He nods, and takes a deep breath. “Thank you.”

“You think you can go on? We can stop.” A part of you feels bad now. This is bigger than you have thought, and somehow it feels like it has just started.

He shakes his head, brings your hand to his lips, and kisses your knuckles. “I’m okay. I’m just… gonna pour it all out, and you interrupt me when you need it, okay?” You nod, and he presses his lips into a thin line.

It’s now or never.

Jacob St. James was born into a rich family. He had more money than he could ever spend. As the only child of Gregory St. James, Jake was supposed to become the perfect heir. His childhood wasn’t a normal one.

Normal children have crayons and coloring books. Jake had math books and private teachers.

Normal children play football with their friends. Jake’s only friend was his grandpa, James Seresin, a veteran. He had been a naval aviator all his life. Jake’s dream was to become like him, fly in the sky with his teammates, and help the world become a better place. But it was an impossible dream.

Normal children go to birthday parties. Jake was a prisoner in his own castle of glass.

Normal children get a car for their 16th birthday. Jake discovered that his father not only supplied weapons to the United States military branches, but also sold them to their enemies, who had been killing innocent people for years.

“Who do you mean by ‘enemies’?” You question, not liking where this is going.

“Anyone you can think of: Afghanistan, Iraq, Russia, mafias all around the world… He was the main supplier.”

“Iraq… as in Operation Iraqi Freedom?”

Jake nods. “I know your dad died there, sweets. I don’t know if it was one of my father’s weapons but…”

“Whatever your father did, it isn’t your fault.” You reassure him, running your fingers through his hair. “What did you do when you found out about this?”

“I tried to confront my him. I told him that I didn’t want to become the heir of a company that was behind so many murders. Innocent people were dying because of him. Men and women like my grandpa, people who fought to save this country and so many others, were dying because of him.”

“I’m sure he didn’t like it.”

Jake shakes his head and looks down. “That’s when it all became scary.”

Jake’s father only laughed at his words. You will do as you are told, he said. If I say ‘jump’, you’ll ask ‘how high?’, he said. You’re only a puppet, controlled by me, he said.

I’ll run away and I’ll become a pilot, like grandpa. I’ll help to save all the people you’re killing. I don’t want to live surrounded by dirty money.

Jake’s grandpa died in a mysterious car accident the next day.

“Oh dear god. How old were you?” You hug him close, as close as you can.

He wipes his tears with his free hand, the only one bringing you impossibly closer. “Seventeen.”

“You were just a kid…”

“And my father killed my grandpa as a warning. ‘You want to become something you’re not? That’s what happens’. He never said those words to me, but the message was clear.”

“Where was your mom?”

“My mom…” Jake takes a shaky breath in. Seeing him in such a state breaks your soul. “She blamed herself for everything bad that happened to me throughout my life. It took her a while to realize that my father didn’t marry her because he loved her; he married her because of her dad’s connections. My grandpa’s contacts with the Navy would help his armament company.”

“That’s horrible, Jake.”

“There’s nothing pretty in this story.”

Jake took months to figure out how to get out of his house and run away. But eventually, he got help from where he least expected it: his grandpa. He had been collecting information for years: guard shift changes, where the keys were, where the money was hidden, who could help him once he was out, how to get a car, everything he needed.

“He wanted you to be free.” You speak softly, playing with the collar of his shirt.

“He even left me his wings.”

“I’m sure he was an amazing man.”

Jake smiles. “I know he would have loved you.”

“Of course, I’m pretty lovable.”

Jake looks at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears and love. “Yeah, you are.”

You clear your throat, looking away. “Did you manage to run away?”

“My mom distracted my father long enough for me to escape. I changed my name, joined the Navy, and never contacted my family again. I received a letter once a year, on my birthday. Mom used them to tell me everything was okay. But… if she knew where I was…”

“So did your father.” You finish the sentence for him, feeling that this is when you come into the scene.

“I didn’t realize until much, much later.”

Everything was good for a while. He became a hell of an aviator, began to live his own life, and started to do things that he never thought he could. He went to parties, got drunk, and became a player—all the things one is supposed to do in their adolescent years, the ones that were stolen from him. Somewhere along the way, he found you.

“This is gonna sound ridiculous, but you were the first person I fell in love with." Jake explains, scratching the back of his neck. “Nobody ever explained to me why love was how you’re supposed to feel when it happens, not even my mom."

“That’s why you stayed around even though we weren’t actually together.” You recall how he agreed to that friends with benefits relationship right away.

“I thought that maybe, if I tried hard enough, you’d fall for me, too.” He chuckles. “And you did.”

“Yeah, I did.” You look at the streetlight outside the house, “They found me, right?”

“I made a mistake. I sent a photo of our wedding to my mom. And he found it. My mom sent a letter back, and I knew something was wrong because I got two letters from her in the same year.” Jake sighs, his head resting on the back of the sofa, and you find yourself hypnotized by the movement of his Adam's apple when he speaks. “She said that he was looking after me. I got a random message one morning, it said: ‘You don’t deserve to be happy’. I knew it was him. And I got so fucking scared that you could end up like my grandpa that I just made everyone believe that our marriage had ended.”

You close your eyes, tears running down your face. This is it. This is the truth. He had a good reason. He was protecting you. He has always been protecting you.

“He allowed me to be an aviator, but not to be happy.”

"And you went through this alone." He runs his fingers through your face, trying to get rid of the tears. "I'm sorry, Jake, this is… T-this is crazy."

"I know. But I need you to know that if I had known that I was leaving you and a little kid behind, I would have fought to keep you at my side." He pats his chest before opening his right front pocket and getting his wedding band from the inside. He carries it around? "I've seen your dog tags, sweets."

You pulled them out. The rings, separated three years ago, are reunited again. "I thought you would wear it with your dog tags as well."

"It would have led to unnecessary questions. But now…" He opens the chain of his dog tags, sliding the ring before closing it. "I can do this."

You chuckle, trying to assimilate everything. "This is a lot."

"I know… I've been preparing myself for a month. But you… it has to be overwhelming."

"Is it safe for me and Liam to be here?"

Jake nods. "Mav called an old NCIS friend. Is helping me prove that my father killed my grandpa. This friend has shown every guard at the base the faces of the people who cannot enter the base under any circumstances. As long as we're here, we're safe."

Yeah, that's true. This is probably the safest place you could be right now.

"So that's why you're trying to get Liam everything he wants? Because you didn't have anything?"

He sighs, playing with the engagement ring in your dog tags. Liam has the same face when he plays with them. Like father, like son. "I lived in a castle of glass that had everything and nothing at the same time."

You grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. "Jake you're not your father, you know. You just came back from the ER with me because he had an ear infection."

"I know I'm not like him, Red. But I missed a lot of things" He softly moves your hand from his face.

"That's not true. You want to see his first steps? Hear his first words? I have videos. I recorded everything I could." You tell him, getting up and turning a light on so you can search your laptop.

"Why? I mean, I guess it was to have memories of that, right?"

"I recorded everything for you, Jake. In case you came back." You sheepishly admit, sitting down next to him.

You open your laptop and search for a folder named 'Liam'. There's almost a hundred videos, if not more. From his very first days, to last month's beach day. You play the first video, pushing the laptop in front of Jake.

And now he knows how it feels to see his kid take his first steps. How excited he was on his first birthday. How he loves to play with Lady. How his first word was 'baba' and his second 'dada'. Red must have talked about him every single day for him to be his second word. He sees Liam's face covered in chocolate the first time he eats ice cream. How he loved the sea and the sand. How much he loves his mom—a brilliant smile on his face every time she says something to him.

And he also sees that same feeling in your eyes. Devotion. Pure love and devotion.

"Thank you, Red. For showing me this, for raising him alone… You're the best mother ever." Red hands him a box of tissues, and he chuckles but takes a few and cleans his face. "I'm a crybaby."

"I think you're allowed to cry, cowboy. I used to say to Liam that his dad was a superhero who had to stay away from his wife and son to protect them, and that’s literally what you did. You protected us."

He looks at you. You're practically sitting in his lap. Your puffy eyes look at him with a familiar glint in them. The one you had the first time he said that he loved you. The same glimpse of devotion that he has seen in those videos. Maybe not everything is lost.

"I'm going to sound like an idiot, but I need you to go home." You mention closing the laptop.

He blinks a few times. "Wait, what? You want me to leave?"

"Yeah, because right now I could kiss you, and I don't trust myself when I'm around you." You mutter, getting up from the couch and moving to the door.

"Okay, but… now that you know that I didn't want to leave you, would you consider giving me another chance?"

"We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"

He takes out his phone, looks at the time, and shows it to you. "It's already tomorrow."

You frown. "Is that a picture of me and Liam?"

He nods. "There are a few of them; they change each time I unlock it."

You can't fight anymore. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you pull him close to you, kissing him like you've been wanting for the last month. For the last three years. It becomes desperate, with your whole body curving into his. His hands fly to your hips, pulling you even closer if it's possible. He bites your lip, making you gasp and moan at the same time, and before he can explore the insides of your mouth with his tongue, you pull away.

"You still need to go, Jake."

He nods. "Okay. I'll come back tomorrow morning."

"Goodnight, Jake," you say as you open the door for him.

"Goodnight, sweets." He stays there until you close the door, then walks to his car. He smiles like an idiot all the time. Once he is inside, he gets a text.

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qvid-pro-qvo · 1 year

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bluebonnet boy

pairing: bradley bradshaw x jake seresin

rating: teen

word count: 1610

the bluebonnets make jake feel more than sentimental, memories of a time when he could just forget. He's glad he gets the chance to do it again with bradley.

the content warning is mainly that jake grapples a tiny bit with his sexuality, but his family is accepting in this one. the main fear is that they won't like bradley.

link to AO3.

Jake doesn't know why they've stopped. The road is nothing but dirt before and dirt behind. It's not time for a potty break, so he can't get the sour snacks that make his jaw tingle. There's nothing out here.

Nothing but the flowers, and who cares about flowers?

One shout from his sister, and now they're stranded. His mama and Jeanie wade through the purpley petals, looking a little like they're walking on water, and him and his dad watch them coo at the flowering buds for what feels like hours. He huffs out a frustrated noise and kicks at the dirt, and his dad huffs right back and leans against the truck.

"Oh, I wish we had a camera, Bobby, we never get to see the bluebonnets this early in the season," his mama calls back to them, before stopping when she sees Jake thud his toe on the ground. "Jacob, stop kickin' up dust before you stain your church jeans."

He can hear his sister's laugh. His dad huffs again, and when he looks over, the toothpick in his mouth flips as he smirks down at his youngest. "What do we say, son?"

"Yes, Mama," he mutters, but kicks the ground once more for good measure.

At first he's upset at them. They're supposed to be going home. They should be home by now, so Jake can finish the chores he couldn't finish this morning, so he can ride with his dad for the daily dose of the property.

But then his mom turns around once more, a few of the flowers in her arms. Jeanie has a stalk in her hair, and it shines bright against her blonde pigtails. And when they come closer, and closer, and closer, one of the buds gets plucked from his mom's fingers and placed in her hair, too. A gentle hand from his father, something he's never seen before. He smiles at her, soft and sweet, and she blushes like she's in high school like Jeanie.

For that moment, he forgets. Forgets about the stuff that seems to never stop racing around in his brain, school and summer work on the farm and Nick Holden in his class. Forgets about the questions and the fears and the way he squirms at night because of those thoughts, about what his parents will think, about what everyone will think.

Forgets about being anything other than the fact that he kinda wishes he had their old camera, too.

Soon enough, they're on the road again. They really should be getting home. But the whole rest of the ride, Jake's eyes stay on the side of the road, hoping against hope they can stop and smell the flowers again.

"Holy shit."

Jake's got one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the window. They've been on this dirt road for hours, because that's the only kind of road this deep into texas. For about two of those hours, his grip has slowly gotten tighter and tighter, and for about thirty minutes his palm has been cramping and his knuckles have been white.

All he's been able to think about is this day. Flying in with Bradley at his side, making the long, long drive to the Middle of Nowhere, Texas to show off his partner. If someone had asked young Jake if that would've even been possible, he probably would've laughed before he cried at the though.

But it happened. The pieces came together, and now Jake has about half an hour left in that long, long drive, the end destination his mama's homecooked meals and his dad's stern gaze. What comes after that is a mystery, but the fact they want to meet Bradley at all...

Bradley's exclamation next to him manages to snag his attention, though, pulls him out of the spiral. He gets out of his own head enough to look over out Bradley's window. But instead of seeing roadkill, or something dangerous, what Jake sees takes his breath away.

It's a sea, an ocean, really. He doesn't know why he didn't see it sooner, considering the whole side of the road is a field of blue. tall flowers, swaying gentle in the spring breeze, stretch along the shoulder and deep into the pastures beyond.

"Holy shit," Bradley says again. His face is basically plastered to the window.

"Yeah," Jake agrees, still a little breathless as his foot gently comes off the accelerator. As they slow, the petals come into clearer view, the vibrant color stark against the green grass just below. "I forgot it's the season for them."

"The season?" Bradley asks, turning to face Jake with his mouth a little open. "You get these all the time?"

And when Jake shrugs, Bradley just raises a brow. "Bluebonnets? Every spring."

Bradley seems enamored. "Holy shit," he mutters again, for the third time, and goes back to his former position, face against the glass as the blue flowers pass them by. And in that moment, Jake remembers, and wants desperately to forget.

"Let's go see 'em," he says. starts putting his foot on the brake, slows them down to a crawl after checking his rearview. Bradley glances back at him with wide eyes, but Jake just gives him a little smile as they roll to a stop. "C'mon. They won't bite."

"But your parents might," he says to Jake, concern creeping into his tone. Jake's fingers tighten a bit on the wheel at the mention of them, even as he puts the truck in park. Bradley always plays at not being nervous, but this is different. This is meeting the folks. "Aren't they expecting us?"

It's the sight of the purpley petals once more, the way they seem to shimmer and shine that allows a deep breath. "Yeah, but we're almost home," he tells the other man, reaching over to squeeze his thigh. "And... I think they'll understand."

Jake pops open his door. The sun shines down on them. Fluffy white clouds meander through the sky. He comes around the truck to open Bradley's door, a dumb habit from their first date that's lingered because of the grin Bradley's gives him every time, and this time is no different, the smile perhaps even a little wider than usual because of the novelty of the flowers around them.

"And they say chivalry is dead," the other man teases.

"It's called southern hospitality," Jake shoots back. Bradley snorts.

Together they wade through the waves of petals, slow and steady, doing their best not to knock over the stalks. Bradley is quick to shoot ahead, though, each new flower seemingly more vibrant than the last. He squats low to breathe in the smell of them, and Jake smiles at the sight. Bradley's curls, peeking out over top of rows and rows of flowers. For a moment, he wishes he had a camera, and then remembers the smartphone technology he gets to carry with him every damn day.

"God bless the geniuses," he mutters to himself, and with a smile starts snapping pictures.

One after the other after the other. Photo after photo after photo. Bradley seems transfixed, moving what looks like a mile ahead before slowly making his way back. He poses goodnaturedly a few times, too, a great one of a bluebonnet right over his thick mustache quickly getting sent to Javy and Phoenix. But soon he seems to forget the lens is even there, just stopping and standing and staring at the landscape around him, and soon Jake forgets too, the camera abandoned in favor of just watching and savoring the moment he's in.

It feels good to take a moment to forget. To forget about the stress of the life they lead. To forget about the missions they almost don't come back from, to forget about the expectations of parents and how best to defy them. To forget about introducing a boyfriend and just remembering the fact that he's a boyfriend at all. So jake closes his eyes and lets himself forget, and when he opens them again Bradley's right beside him again, fingers tangled in his and the sun shining down on them both.

"We should get going," he tells Jake, giving a small smile.

Jake sighs and squints through the sunshine, squeezes Bradley's hand tight. "Yeah. guess we should. Let me grab some for my mama. I'll meet you back in the truck."

Bradley nods, lets go of his fingers. Jake gathers a bundle in his arms, lets the smell surround him as he wanders back, lingers as the anxieties slowly start to creep back in. He opens the door for Bradley, passes off the bluebonnets to the other man once he's seated in the passenger seat.

"Can you keep 'em in your lap?" he asks him, and Bradley hums.

"I think I can manage."

Jake turns away, then, to get back to the driver's side, but a familiar touch to his shoulder brings him back for a kiss, and a gentle touch drops a flower behind his ear.

"Most of them, anyway," Bradley clarifies. "I think that one belongs right there."

His smile is warm, and he kisses Jake again. Jake lets him, because he can, and because the weight of the flower seems to push everything else to the wayside, every worry and every fret melting away.

Bradley takes some pictures, too. Once they're really back on the road, their brief stop stretching for stolen kisses and light laughter. And although Jake knows it was time for them to leave the bluebonnets behind, he's damn glad they took the time to stop and smell them.

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Father, Son & The Holy Shit // Jake Seresin

Chapter Two: [Father, Son & Artificial Constructs] Bradley hears from his ex, your mother. You’re heading to North Island for the summer. Jake is immediately hooked on the young Bradshaw girl who’s dating his son.

Warning: Jake Seresin x F!Bradshaw Reader. Suggestive themes. Unspecified Age gap. Gaslighting/manipulation. Moral outrage. 18+

Word Count: 5.4k

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Bradley Bradshaw was a lot of things. He was a great friend, the life of the party. He was a dedicated aviator, decorated in fact. He was a pretty decent piano player and an amateur cook—he could make any dish involving instant ramen look restaurant quality. Soft boiled egg, green onions, little drizzle of sweet soy and all.

But a good father was probably something that from time to time had been rubbed off that list—then written back over with pencil. Then rubbed off again, written again, so forth and so on.

“She wants to spend the summer getting to know her father Bradley.” Claire sighed out in frustration on the other end of the line as Bradley held his phone up to his ear as he showered. He let the stream of scalding hot water cascade down his body—the motion of his other hand that had been wrapped around his length slowed to a begrudged halt as the conversation shifted from hellos and how are yours? To you. “She’s in college now—hell I don’t even think you’ve seen her since she was a freshman in high school.”

Claire Littleton had been the girl Bradley Bradshaw lost his virginity to back when they were just a mere seventeen years old. It was both their first time. They didn’t know what they were doing and they sure as hell thought they were oh so in love. Up until the pregnancy test showed up with the brightest pink positive sign the pair of them had ever seen and neither of them knew what the fuck they were doing. They were both still kids themselves. How could they possibly have a child?

“I’ve just been re-stationed Clarie. I don't think it’s a good idea, I’ve barely unpacked.” Claire knew Bradley was in the shower, she could hear the water running, she could hear the echo in his voice, she could picture the steam radiating from his body as she closed her eyes and willed away the imagery of her daughter's father standing in the shower—naked and tan and toned and— “Hello? Clarie?”

“Sorry, yeah I’m here.” Clarie brought her mind back to reality as she pushed herself up off the desk she was leaning on, sitting behind the computer at the reception desk at the doctor's office she worked at. “Her boyfriend’s apparently spending the summer in North Island interning for some Commander, I think it’s his dad from what I can recall her mentioning.” Clarie explained briefly as she looked around at the empty waiting room—there was still ten minutes till opening.

Bradley chuckled softly to himself as he looked up to the ceiling, son of a bitch. She knew he was in North Island. Claire always kept tabs on where her favourite flightless bird was in the world. It made Bradley feel like at least there was one person roaming the earth that gave a damn. Well—besides Maverick that was.

“You already knew I’d been reposted, didn’t you?” Clarie didn’t answer straight away but Bradley knew she was smiling on the other end of the line—he could see her clear as day in his mind as he closed his eyes, biting her bottom lip trying to hide back a shit eating grin. “Who’s Y/n dating Clarie?”

“He’s nice, his mothers young, think we can relate on that note.” Clarie knew the last name would drive a hot iron into Bradley’s side. They had never been on the best of terms. “And I don’t want you taking it out on the kid because of who his father is alright?” Bradley had told Clarie a million times about a guy of the name Jake Seresin, she knew of her ex’s distaste for the man even before he did what no one ever expected of him and saved Bradley’s life a few years back.

Rooster felt like he had no choice but to play nice nowadays—Hangman had saved his life and for that he was grateful. But it still didn’t mean the guy didn’t have an ego the size of Mt Everest.

Commander Jake Seresin had gotten the band back together. He was Mirimars newest Commander and he knew the exact people he wanted on sight.

Bradley, unfortunately for himself, was one of them.

“Oh god don’t tell me she’s dating Kian Seresin—“ Bradley could have smashed his head against the tiles of his shower. Anyone but that kid. Anyone but a Seresin. Jake was never gonna let Bradley live it down. Couldn’t it have been a Floyd or a Trance or even a fucking Garcia! “No—no fucking way.”

“They’ve been dating for over a year now Roos—“ Clarie was trying to soften the blow the best she could but it was to no avail. She heard the water shut off and sighed. “You’re overreacting, you’re daughter wants to spend time with you over the summer break and you’re—“

“No, she wants to spend time with her boyfriend in North Island and is gonna use me as an excuse to do so.”

“So? At least she wants to see you, Rooster, there’s plenty of dads out there who don’t see their daughters anymore because they grew up and decided the bare minimum wasn’t enough.” Now Claire did have a point, Bradley knew he hadn’t been the most present dad in your life.

But he cared.

“You had over a year to tell me she's dating a Seresin and couldn’t send me a text? An email perhaps, hell I probably would’ve been happy with a messenger pigeon!” Bradley huffed as he stepped out of the shower, holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he wrapped a clean towel around his waist. The hard on he’d tried to give some attention to was long gone now. It wasn’t the first time Clarie Littleton had given Bradley blue balls and it probably wasn’t going to be the last. “For the love of god Clarie I don’t even like working with the guy, now you wanna tell me my daughters dating his son?”

Everyone knew Jake had a kid, a son. Kian. Much like Bradley he had him young. The two shared that and their love for the navy in common. They had both been young, dumb and oh so in love. The only difference between the pair was that unlike Bradley and Clarie who both decided amicably that they knew they could both have a successful future apart than together, Jake had married the supposed love of his life the second it was legal.

Bradley and Clarie both did their best to raise you, but there came a point where Bradley had to give up his share of the custody agreement so he could focus on his career.

“Bradley, your daughter will be in town at the end of the week, she either stays with you or she’ll stay with Kian and his dad.” Claire groaned on the other end of the line as she placed her forehead on the countertop. “And she wants to stay with you! So stop worrying about someone else’s son and use what time you’ve been given here to get to know your daughter in her adult life.”

Jake Seresin had married his highschool sweetheart Nacy only three weeks after they both turned eighteen, which was six months after Kian was born. For Jake that was now three failed marriages ago and a handful of divorce settlements later. Bradley had never been more thankful to have someone like Clarie in his life—a support system he could trust no matter what.

And someone to call late at night, you know—for when he was feeling overworked and under fucked.

“Yeah—fine fine.” Bradley conceded as he looked at himself in the mirror, he did his best to be a good dad. And it wasn’t that he didn’t want to see you, it was just he thought you were a hell of a lot better off without him. “And for the record I was at her highschool graduation, and I saw her before I came out to North Island two years ago, I’ve got that picture of the three of us hanging in the hall.”

It was Claire’s turn to chuckle, the memory had slipped her mind. Bradley Bradshaw was a good dad, he just wasn’t around that much. He paid his fair share and then some over the years, helped Clarie settle into her new life in San Francisco just after you were three and he allowed her to live a life separate from him. They shared their love for you though, and spent their entire lives pinning for one another. Bradley had always been there for anything and everything you and your mother needed.

But not a lot of people knew Bradley had a daughter, it was just something that Bradley wanted to keep all to himself if he could. Some people knew. Pete, Natasha, Jake. Guess he was in on this and just hadn’t bothered to mention he knew for a whole ass year that his son was dating a Bradshaw. But it wasn’t like Jake and Bradley texted.

“Oh my apologies, step aside for father of the year.” There was always a part of Clarie Littleton that wondered what life would have been life if she had wanted to be the Navy wife. What a life with Bradley could have been like.

“Eat me Claire—“ Bradley wondered too. It was one of the main reasons he never really settled down with anyone else. He tried, lord knows he did. But he felt a guilt inside his soul that if he was gonna settle down with anyone it was gonna be with Clarie. It would be a disservice to you and your mother if he found love anywhere else. He had all the love he needed.

It was just unconventional.

“I’m sure you’d love that Bradshaw.” Clarie replied as she sat up in her chair. “Listen I gotta go, but you should call her, plan ahead and let her know you want her there—she’s not a kid anymore, but she’ll always be your baby girl.” Claire never hesitated to keep Bradley in-line and he always listened—always. Phoenix was convinced if Clarie called Rooster tomorrow and said she loved him he’d marry her on the spot. And he would. “Love you Bradshaw, take care of yourself.”

“Yeah love you too—“ Bradley heard the dial tone ring in his ear before he had a chance to finish his sentence. So he left it at that and placed his phone down on the vanity. “More than you think you know Littleton.”

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“All I’m saying is good and bad, right and wrong are just artificial constructs designed by society to kinda keep everyone in check.” Kian tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as turned down the street you’d told him to turn. Your dad had given you his new address at the beginning of the week after he called. You knew your mum put him up to it, but you knew he had some of his own intention behind it. “And then you add religious beliefs into the mix and suddenly it’s on for young and old.”

“All religion is just a foolish answer to a foolish question—“ You repeated before your boyfriend could, you’d heard him say it a million times. “I think it’s this one, pull up baby.” Kian was a man of science, not a man of faith by any means. He was a man of the mind, not of the body and soul.

You knew it was your father’s home simply because of the Blue Bronco sitting in the drive. He loved that thing almost as much as your mum loved her rock climbing. You had vivid memories of beach days and sandy floor mats whenever you saw the damn thing. The butterflies in your stomach only fluttered with anticipation as Kian turned into the drive and parked behind the tried and true mode of transportation Bradley Bradshaw swore by.

“Is that dear old pops sitting on the porch?” Kian chuckled as he parked the car, you were out of the car in seconds as Bradley stood from where he’d been perched waiting for your imminent arrival.

“Hi stranger!” You beamed as you made your way over. Bradley chuckled as he placed a hand over his heart and faked weak in the knees. “Still got that stupendous mustache I see?” Bradley faked a shot to the heart.m as he laughed.

“You mother didn’t mention you got so big—“ He took you in for a warm embrace as he spun you around and picked you up off your feet. “Far out kid what’s it been? Two? Three years?”

“Uh yeah something like that, right before you reposted out here for that detachment.” You replied as your dad placed you back down. Kian cleared his throat softly as he rounded the car, not wanting to interrupt the moment. You smiled at your boyfriend then back at your dad. “Dad, this is Kian Seresin, my boyfriend.”

“I remember—“ Bradley smiled as he shook Kians hand. “Yeah you were probably like four the last time I saw you man, on your mum's hip at one of our first Naval Galas.”

“It’s good to finally meet you sir.” Kian shook your fathers hand with a smile that couldn’t be faked or forced, he was delighted in every aspect to meet the man the myth that was your father Bradley Bradshaw—Although he’d met him in his less than formative years. “Claire and Y/n have mentioned nothing but the best.”

“That’s a damn lie son, don’t I know it.” Bradley chuckled as he pulled his hand back and tapped Kian a few times on the shoulder. “Come on, I promised your dad we’d meet up at the Hard Deck for dinner, so get your stuff settled and we’ll head over.” It was self flagellation really, Rooster didn’t have any intention of playing happy family with Jake, but you looked happy and Bradley didn’t want anything to come between you and the happiness you deserved.

“Uh what’s the Hard Deck?” You asked as you walked with Kian back around to the trunk, watching as he and your dad grabbed your bags and walked back up to the house. The home that Kian would spend the first night with you in. Your dads place, before you'd stay the night at his dads.

“It’s a bar.” Kian and your dad both said in unison. Turns out Kian and his father had a closer relationship than you did with yours. You and Bradley spoke often enough—Kain and Jake spoke almost every other day.

“Oh, well alright then, I’m pretty pumped to meet your dad.” You trailed behind Kian. He stopped in his tracks to place a gentle kiss to your cheek. “We can play the who’s dads more of a deadbeat than the other.” Bradley looked at you as if you’d stabbed him in the heart, was he a good dad? Probably not but he sure wasn’t a deadbeat.

“Uh, hands down mine.” Kian chuckled. Bradley raised an all knowing eyebrow. He sure wasn’t wrong. “But you’re free to make your own judge of character.”

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Jake Seresin was a lot of things. He’d been told from a few different sources that he was a bit of a prick, a scumbag—an overachiever who’d step over anyone and do anything in his power to be the best. He was a loyalist to the game that was the US Naval hierarchy and all he ever wanted was to be at the top of the pyramid.

“This really pains you, doesn’t it Bradshaw?” But there was something Jake Seresin wasn't all that good at. He was a damn good aviator and he on occasion could understand the concept of what the definition of a team was. But Jake wasn’t a good father and worse off, he wasn’t a good husband.

“More than you could possibly imagine Seresin—“ Bradley bit his tongue as he shook Jake's hand in a friendly gesture of gratitude. Despite their differences the two were amicable on a good day. The Hard Deck hadn’t changed in the two years that had passed since Bradley and Jake flew together on the Uranium mission that saw Jake's career skyrocket into the stratosphere. Hell Bradley was still a lieutenant to Jake’s Commander ranking.

“Ah, but isn't young love a virtue.” Jake chuckled as he let go of Roosters hand. The pair had only been back in North Island for roughly a week and a bit before their respective spawn were chewing at their heels.

“Not when a Seresins involved, that’s for sure.” Bradley mumbled under his breath, but sure enough Jake heard the jab. With three failed marriages, a slu of settlements and a child he treated more like a friend than a son, Jake Seresin knew nothing of love. He wasn’t capable of it. He’d burnt his first marriage down just for the fun of it and he’d built two more back up just to watch it all fall apart again. All three times, Jake had been at fault.

But he’d never claimed to be a good man—so the thought of the broken hearts club that cried themselves to sleep that he had coincidentally formed, didn’t really keep him up at night.

“Kian, are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?” Jake smiled as he finally turned his attention to you as you stood with your arm wrapped around Kains. “I’ve heard far too much about this beautiful young woman for her to still be a stranger.” The pair of you had been waiting for Jake and Bradley to greet each other.

“Dad this is Y/n Bradshaw, Y/n this is my dad, Commander Jake Seresin.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You smiled politely as you reached out to shake your boyfriend's dads hand. His eyes roamed your body like you had something he desired and for a moment you felt like you’d been put on display at some art exhibition. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All good things I hope?” Jake sent you that signature smirk Kian had. It was a Seresin staple apparently. “How’s mother hen doing these days? Clarie? Isn’t it Rooster?”

Jake could feel Rooster burning a hole into the side of his shit eating smile at the mere mention of your mother. Bradley had only told Jake about you and about Clarie, your mother, after the egotistical jerk saved his life. It was a can of worms he wished he never cracked open.

“She’s good! Yeah her art is really starting to take off now!” You beamed as you looked at your dad who just had this light in his eye as you spoke about your mother. “She’s doing really well for herself, I keep telling her that she needs to quit that stupid doctors receptionist gig she’s got and just focus on her painting but she won’t. Doesn’t believe she could make it on just her talent alone.” You explained to the three men who stood around you.

“I’m gonna grab us all a round of drinks—“ Kian mentioned in the lull of conversation. “Rooster? You want a beer?”

“I’ll get a Canadian Club thanks kid.” Kain nodded, committing the request to memory. Your dad drank Canadian club. Perfect. Noted.

“Dad?”

“Just a budweiser buddy.” Jake said as he drank in the sight of you like he’d been walking in the desert for days without water. “Y/n? Drink of choice?”

“Gin Sour—“ Both Bradley and Kian mentioned at the same time. For an absentee father Bradley Bradshaw still knew his only daughter pretty well. “Come on, tables this way.” Bradley huffed a little under his breath as you turned to follow him.

If you hadn’t been so nervous you probably wouldn’t have noticed, but there was nothing unnoticeable about the way Commander Seresin moved his hand up your back to guide you over to the table. Your heart nearly jumped from your chest at the feeling of his touch.

His hand sat perfectly against the small of your back like he’d done it a hundred times and would continue to do it a thousand more. He made it seem so innocent at first so you didn’t react as you followed your dad. You let him guide you—innocently enough, towards the booth tucked away in the corner of the Hard Deck.

“How about you sit across from dear old dad sweetheart?” Jake suggested as he watched Rooster slide into the booth seat closest to the wall. “That way I can sit across from Kian and can keep an eye on Rooster here.”

“You don’t wanna sit next to me Hangman?” Bradley chuckled as he shook his head. “I’m slightly offended.”

“Can’t help it if your cologne makes me uncomfortable.” Jake played his decisions off like they were barely even thoughts. But unbeknownst to all they were calculated and cunning. Jake still had his hand pressed to the small of your back as you stood near the booth. “Well, slide on in, we don’t have all night now do we kid.”

Jake waited for the right moment, he waited until you were sliding into the booth to trail his hand across the expanse of your lower back down your ass. You kept a straight face as you felt the presence of his hand over the pocket of your jeans, collecting something in the process rather slyly.

You cleared your throat as you fixed yourself up and situated yourself across from your dad. He’d seen nothing, and soon enough Kian was returning with the drinks he’d ordered.

“Some lady at the bar said she’d give me twenty dollars if I told you Rooster was the better pilot.”

“I’ll give you fifty just to shut up.” Jake snapped back without a second of hesitation in his voice. Every person at the table laughed, including yourself. It felt normal. It felt right to finally be meeting your boyfriend’s father—you’d been together for just over a year now and the whole aspect of your distant dads just seemed so untangable. But sitting across from your dad and next to Kians made your heart swell. The normality of it all brought a warm comfort to your soul.

Except you were pretty sure he just copped a feel.

“So what’re you studying Kian?” Bradley asked as he chowed down on his steak and veg. Kian finished his mouthful before answering as he looked over at you. There was something in the way his son looked at you that caught Jake's curiosity.

There was a look of lesser than he didn’t quite like behind his son's eyes. It would’ve gone unnoticed if you didn’t look down at your food to avoid the glare. You twirled your fork around in the pasta you were eating, filling in time as Kian fronted the career path he’d chosen.

The one he liked to practice on you.

“I’m studying Psychology—“ Before Kian could ramble on about what paths he wanted to travel down and what specialty he wanted to work towards Jake cleared his throat and wiped his mouth with the napkin before him. He’d heard his son talk about college enough.

“What about you sweetie?” He turned all his attention to you as you sat meekly in the corner, trapped between the wall and your boyfriend's dad. “What’s my hopefully daughter in law planning to be in the near distant future.”

There was something in that tone Jake used when he coined you sweetie: something sinister, something secretive and dangerous.

“Oh when you say it out loud it makes me wanna cry.” Rooster groaned, he still hadn’t wrapped his head around the fact he was sitting with Jake and his son at a family dinner. All you did was laugh a little at your dad, he was doing his best to make it through the night. You appreciated the effort. You appreciated him.

“I’m studying exercise physiology.” Through the corner of Jake's eyes he saw Kian roll his slightly at your statement. What was so wrong with that? “I uh—eventually wanna get to a point where I can do a masters in musculoskeletal physiotherapy—help people with neurological pathways that might be blocked, spinal injuries and stuff.” Your mother told you to shoot for the moon and far beyond, Bradley had been the one who paid for your college tuition. Together they were pretty good at supporting you emotionally and financially.

Kian however, well—he didn’t really see physiotherapy as a real solution to a major problem that was the overburdened and understaffed health care system. He didn’t care all that much for allied health.

“Because running track will pay the bills babe—“ Kian chuckled softly to himself as he took another bite of his steak. Bradley frowned, he didn’t like that one bit. Neither did Jake for a matter of fact.

His hand slowly but surely crept up your thigh under the table. He took a sip of his beer and raised a steady brow as Bradley cleared his throat—unaware of that fact Jake's hand was resting utop your knee, creeping closer and closer to your core. You’d frozen in your place as you kept your cool—surely he wasn’t. You were misinterpreting things.

The slight touch of your ass before and now this?

“Well I don’t know about you guys but I need another drink.” You smiled as you remembered how to breathe again as Jake removed his hand from your jean clad thigh. “Dad, you want another? Kian?” Jake was quick to stand to let you out, there was a look he didn’t quite like written in the lines on your face. “Did you want another Budweiser Mr Seresin?”

“Jake, or Hangman, please—“ There was a certain amount of list that dropped from Jakes tongue at the idea of hearing you call him Mr. Seresin over and over again as the idea of having his way with you ran rampant in his kind. “And sure thing sweetheart.” He smiled as you pressed your lips together and nodded softly.

“I’ll be right back, I’ll probably step outside to call mum too.” Once you were gone, Jake turned to his son and smacked him right upside the head. Kian gasped as he rubbed at the back of his head. All Bradley did was watch the interaction unfold—it wasn’t often he got to see Jake be a parent and sometimes it was pretty comical to watch.

“Ow! What the hell was that for!?”

“Don’t diminish your girlfriend like that.” Jake argued. “For a Bradshaw she doesn’t seem half bad and you just shit all over her college education like a fuckwit.” Rooster was speechless, he never expected Jake to defend you like that, ever. He kinda felt a little chuffed at that.

“Didn’t you cheat on two of your three wives?” Kian fired back as Bradley choked on his final sip of Canadian Club. “That’s pretty diminishing if you ask me.”

He wasn’t wrong. And boy did Jake hate that his son was far too much like him.

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As you stood on the front veranda of the Hard Deck, you took in the sight of a few Naval Aviators that had just arrived. You could hear laughter and chatter dripping out from inside the bar but you were pretty content in your own peace for a moment.

“So—“ Jake didn’t mean to spook you, but as he watched with lustful eyes as you jumped and let out a small audible gasp, he held his hands up beside his head. Holding in his right the vape he’d pulled from your jean pocket before. “Does Kian know you smoke?” He tossed it your way, you caught it in both your palms before tapping it in the railing.

“Yeah, he knows it's only when my anxiety gets bad.” You tried to explain. “When I feel under duress.” You shrugged your shoulders and pressed your lips together into a fine line. “I told him I was gonna quit after summer break.”

“Those things are full of carcinogens.” You agreed with a silent nod, took a hit, breathed in the flavored vapor before exhaling slowly only to take a drink of your third cocktail of the night. “I’m sorry for what my son said about your degree.” Jake admitted as he stood beside you with his hands in his pockets. “It was a little outta line.”

“The really ironic thing is he’s the one who’s studying psychology and can’t see how peaceful life becomes when you decide you no longer have the energy to argue.” You explained. “How peaceful life becomes when you’re okay with being misunderstood.” Jake wasn’t too sure what you were getting at but regardless he listened intently. “People only understand from their level of perception Mr Seresin—and quite frankly no argument is worth damaging my mental health over, including but not limited to Kians opinion on physiotherapists.”

“You two doing okay?”

“We’re fine—“ You lied through your teeth. This summer was all about trying to salvage the love you shared for one another. “We’re just going through a small rough patch.”

“Ah, well unfortunately for Kian he doesn’t have the best role models to look up to in terms of relationships.” You chuckled softly as you took another sip of your drink and turned your attention to Jake. “But there's no excuse to treat such a fine young woman like yourself with disrespect.” You didn’t reply straight away, you stood in the silence on the front veranda of the Hard Deck with your boyfriend's dad for a moment until you heard a loud cry of cheers coming from inside. “Kain and Rooster are having a dart comp—“ Jake mentioned briefly as his eyes never left yours, the distance between the two of you was next to nothing and the alcohol in your veins made you brave.

Braver than usual.

“Why did you touch my ass inside?” You asked through a slur, you thought you knew what you were doing but then again you never really dank. So there was a pretty good chance it had hit you pretty hard.

“I don't recall doing that sweetheart—“ Jake scoffed as he reached out to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “I wouldn’t do that, but I’m sorry if I simply grazed you when I was sliding in behind you.” Jake was hard, his jeans were straining tight against his length as he throbbed inside his boxer briefs. You were really something.

“How’d you get my vape then?” You asked through a coy smile and battered eyelashes that made Jake want to shove you down to your knees then and there. “If you didn’t touch my ass?”

“It fell out of your back pocket.” Jake had to grit his teeth together in order to maintain a level head as you walked your fingers up his chest. Slowly. “Careful there sweetheart you might give me the wrong impression.”

“And what about when you touched my knee?” You continued as you reached back to pick up your drink. Taking another sip, Jake could smell the alcohol on your breath and he knew that you were inebriated. Perfect.

“Friendly gestures aren’t welcome I see?” Jake tried once again to play his actions down to mere exaggerations on your behalf. He almost had you believing that it was all in your head. “You’ve got a little something on your—?” He paused, tapping at his lower lip to suggest you had something there. “Here I’ll get it.”

Before you could protest, Commander Seresin, your boyfriend's dad, was running the pad of his thumb slowly across your bottom lip. He paused as he collected the alcoholic foam.

“You know for a Bradshaw you really are a pretty little thing aren’t you.” He didn’t mean to be so forward, but then again if you were intoxicated he could spin this whatever way he pleased come the morning. This never happened. It was all in your head.

“I’ve been told that a time or two.” You smiled softly.

“Hopefully my son knows how lucky he is, or else someone might just snatch you up.” Jake removed his thumb from where he’d been tilting your chin up towards his gaze. There was just something about you.

He needed to be inside you.

“Someone being?” You pressed, wondering what he could possibly say next. Wondering if this was really all in your head or if you had actually been flirting with your boyfriend's dad and he with you. Jake's answer set your nerve ending alight. You didn’t know how to process what he said before he turned on his heels and left you there standing on the veranda of the Hard Deck alone.

“Me—“

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Father, Son & The Holy Shit // Jake Seresin

Prologue: [Father, Son & Suck My Dick Seresin.] At a funeral that couldn’t have come soon enough, you relive what could possibly be described as the most devastating tragedy of your entire life. Jake Hangman Seresin.

Warnings: Jake Seresin x Bradshaw!reader. Age Gap. Funeral gathering. Angst! Dark & Mature themes. 18+ Minors do not engage.

Author Note: Thankyou @seresinsaint for encouraging me to be a little fucked up.

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You never thought this day would come. In your mind, it was ten years overdue. Tens years long long overdue. But even though you’d been praying for this day to come—willing it into existence, it still felt so surreal.

Commander Jake Hangman Seresin was dead. And you couldn’t wait for the soil to set so you could dance on top of his grave.

There was not an ounce of you that felt a single bit of remorse. But regardless, you trailed behind your father, now Admiral Bradley Rooster Bradshaw. Chief of naval operations and chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

“Where’s dad?” Tilly, your ten year old asked softly as she looked up at you and asked as politely as she possibly could. Dressed in a black dress that matched your own, she was the spitting image of you. Only she had those sinful emerald eyes.

You could tell your dad was on the lookout for him too, knowing that it had been just shy of three years since the two of you were in a room together. He was usually the middle man, the mediator in all this. Today was going to be interesting.

“He’s around here somewhere baby.” You paused in your stride as you made it to the bottom of the hill at Wayne Richards Memorial Cemetery. You couldn’t do this, you thought you could but you just couldn’t. “Dad—“ You choked out and Rooster turned on his heels to see how not okay you were. “Can you take Tilly up to Kian please? I—I just need a minute.” He didn’t need to ask if you were alright, he knew you weren’t—but this day wasn’t about you.

It was about Jake Seresin.

“Come on Tilly girl, let's give your mum some space for five, your Dads gonna want you to stamp grandpa’s wings in.” Nothing about that sentence was fucking normal. Nothing about your family dynamic was fucking normal. But you let your dad, Rooster—lead your daughter up the grassy hill towards the funeral gathering.

Turns out Commander Seresin was a pretty loved guy. But that love didn’t run through your veins. No way no how. The only reason you agreed to attend was to see it for yourself. That he was dead and buried and couldn’t mess your life up anymore than he already had. You had so much going for yourself, you were a good person with a bright future.

Except for the past ten years you’d been in and out of rehabilitation and AA meetings that it all just fell through your fingertips. You were, however, a good mother.

“Fuck this.” You sighed and you lit a cigarette, holding it between your lips as you flicked your lighter and lit a flame that soon enough, ignited the cancer stick you prayed would give you some sort of incurable disease that would ultimately take you out of this hell. Knowing your luck you’d live a long and fruitful life—oh how god placed his strongest battles on his weakest soldiers shoulders.

“Those things’ll kill you, you know.” You heard a familiar voice creeping up behind you as you stood at the bottom of the hill, watching car after car attend the funeral of a man that ruined your fucking life.

They’d never know.

“Unfortunately, I’m not that lucky.” You sighed as you blew a plume of smoke up and away from the face of a man you knew hated your very existence. He gestured for the cigarette between your fingers, reluctantly you handed it to him. Thinking he was going to take a puff.

Kian Seresin brought the cigarette up to his lips, turned to look at you—before he dropped it to the grass below and crushed it with his shoe. A shoe that was damn near as black as your soul.

“Ass—“

“Tilly doesn’t need you full of carcinogens.” He hissed. Placing his hands into the front pockets of his slacks. You simply took another cigarette from your purse and lit it all the same. “Y/n—“ You kept eye contact the entire time. “For fuck sake.” Kian sighed, he hated you smoking—always had.

“Free country Kian.” You shrugged. “How you holding up anyway?” You didn’t care. You hadn’t cared about Kian in years, the same way he didn’t care about you. For Tilly you remained passive. You co-parented enough to make it believable that the two of you could stand together alone in a room without blowing each other’s brains out. But that’s exactly why you didn’t spend time together.

Because you both would.

“As well as I can be.” He replied. You knew it was coming. He always had a need to remind you. It was his thing, your therapist told you that it was a coping mechanism—to throw all the blame on you. “You know, for a guy who’s girlfriend fucked his dad.” Ah. Yep. There it was.

“Good one, never heard that one before.” You snapped back. Walking with Kian up towards where he’d lay his father to rest. “I thought you of all people would be pretty chuffed he kicked the bucket.”

“I am.” Kian replied as he played with his suit jacket. “Guy cost me more money in therapy than he could ever repay.” That was probably the one thing the two of you ever agreed upon. “But uh, even after all these years I still stay up thinking about it.” You knew what Kian was referring to because the same thing kept you up. It had kept you up for ten years and would keep you up for a lifetime more. “Do you think he knew?”

“I think he liked to think he knew for sure, but I don’t think we’ll ever find out.” None of this was fair. Your life could be defined into two categories. Pre the Seresins and post the Seresins. Only there would never be a day where you were free of them. You’d be forever tied to the Seresin family. Your daughter Tilly stood to inherit a hell of a lot of money and assets in the wake of Jake's death. “Only the worms know now.”

For two people who couldn’t stand one another—you and Kian always did a pretty good job keeping up appearances. You both knew eyes were always on the pair of you, so that’s exactly why you’d both agreed it was best to not see each other. It was for the benefit of your daughter.

“Dad!” Tilly cooed as she ran up to you and Kian, he crouched and placed a single knee into the grass as he held her tight. “I’ve missed you—“ She nuzzled into his shoulder and for a moment Bradley remembered what it was like when you were that young—when your mother would meet him at the doc post deployment and you’d come running up to him.

“I missed you too, Bugalugs.” Kian mumbled back as he held his daughter, or rather, assumed daughter. The timeline was that blurred the two of you would never really know for sure:

If Tilly Bug Seresin was Jake Seresins daughter or if she was in fact Kians.

Regardless—Kian loved her as his own. He always hoped she was.

“Kian—“ Bradley shook Kians hand with a firm grip, he always had a soft spot for the kid in all of this. “Sorry this family gathering couldn’t be under more positive circumstances.” Without a beat, Kian had you wishing you hadn’t taken a drag of your cigarette when you had.

“Nothing more positive than donating garbage back to Mother Earth, Admiral.” He didn’t miss a single beat. Rooster was just as taken aback as you were—the dig at her grandfather went straight over Tilly’s head. “Shall we?” He smiled your way. Pressing a hand to the small of your back as you coughed and tried to regain your composure.

This was going to be a long, but overdue, funeral.

Just like you thought it would be, it was. You sat with your ex, the hopeful father of your daughter and his family that never knew just how messed up things had gotten. Your dad, Admiral Bradshaw stood at attention with the rest of the Dagger Squad that had been like a found family to Jake. You recognised all of them. They couldn’t look at you. They knew. They all knew and as they looked at your daughter as she stamped the wings into Jake's coffin they wanted to just die.

“Aim!” You held your breath for the gun fire that followed soon after. “Fire!”

“Aim!” Jake didn’t deserve this honorable send off. “Fire!” But he was loved, oh so loved by his family and friends and colleagues alike.

“Aim!” You were probably the only person in attendance that wished this day had come sooner. “Fire!” But you settled for today.

“I’d like to invite Commander Seresins family to say their final goodbyes—“ It was the moment you had been waiting for. The reason you had told your dad you’d come to the funeral. To have the last laugh. One by one you watched members of the Seresin family, including your daughter and her dad say their goodbyes. They dropped a mix of white and yellow chrysanthemums onto the top of the casket you’d dreamed about viewing. One by one your turn was nearing, in the moment you almost choked up—but you’d waited ten years for this moment, you weren’t going to waste it.

As you placed a single flower on top of Jake Hangman Seresin coffin, you smirked just enough to stifle a maniacal laugh. Leaning in, you kissed the top of the coffin and whispered just loud enough that you would be the only person living to hear the last words ever spoken to Jake Seresin. The piece of shit he was.

“You aren’t even good enough for the worms—“ You paused, this was it. Your final goodbye. You felt a weight lifting from your shoulder as you looked to the sky, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin for what felt like the first time in ten years. “Fuck you, Seresin.” You tapped the wings your daughter had smacked into the coffin.

“Rot in hell.”

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Father, Son & The Holy Shit // Jake Seresin

Chapter One: [Father, Son & The Episode] What’s worse than attending the funeral of a man you never wished you met? Attending his wake right after and having your biggest secret exposed to his friends, family & colleagues alike.

Warnings: Mentions of Mental Health Disorder. Mentions of drug use. Jake Seresin x F!Bradshaw Reader. Trauma bond.

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If there was anything worse on this earth than you could think of doing besides attending Jake Seresin's funeral, it would be attending his wake. At his funeral, you could get away with small glances and side eyes and broken unapologetic smiles. At his wake though? Just how the hell could you get out of talking to his parents, and his colleagues, his friends, you were the mother of his grandchild after all.

“It's been so long Y/n.” Kain stood beside his grandmother, Ellen Seresin, rubbing his hand across her back. The poor woman was shattered at the loss of her only son. You couldn't wait to kick the bastard's tombstone over. “You need to bring Miss Tilly around more often, spend time with the family, time moves so quickly these days.” She pleaded as she reached out to take your hand in yours. “You look well.”

“Thankyou Mrs Seresin, and I will, I promise.” You wouldn’t be doing that, not if it was the only thing that could save you from meeting Jake in hell. You smiled as politely as you could as you cupped the older woman's hand in yours. She had no fucking clue who her son was and as you turned to Kian you could tell he was thinking the same thing. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the restroom.”

You could feel yourself spiraling, this whole day had been far too much for you to handle. The funeral, the wake and now the overly invasive invitation to spend even more time with the Seresins made you want to shout to the heavens above ‘why you’. You needed air, you needed space–as you made your way through the crowded function you saw your dad with your daughter, showing her off to his old buddies. Some guy you remembered, Bob you could vaguely remember his name being, crouched on one knee before her, pinning what you could only imagine to be one of Jake's service pins on her dress.

The bathroom door nearly came off its hinges when you pushed it open with that much force. Thank god no one had been on the way out or else they would have ended up with a bloodied and broken nose. You didn't really need to pee, you just need a second to breathe, to collect your thoughts and stop yourself from spirally. You could feel yourself losing touch with reality. A blurred line had begun to form and you were tittering on the edge of your mind's idea of a coping mechanism to send you off into a land of make believe. You could feel it creeping up on you.

The sound of the water running brought you back to earth, how long had you been standing in front of the basin for? How long had the tap been on for? You took your hands and cupped them under the steady stream of water before you bent over and splashed your face with the cool liquid. You needed that, fuck you really needed that. You did it twice more, just splashed your face with water to cool yourself down and stop yourself from losing your mind.

With a heavy sigh, you turned the tap off, only to stand up straight to take a look at yourself in the mirror. What you saw staring back at you had the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention, your voice caught in your through like a horrid lump of cells that needed to be removed. It was Jake, but not the Jake you just laid to rest. It was him, ten years ago–and you, ten years ago. You felt his hand ghost across your shoulder as he smirked. The corners of his lips near pinned to his ears.

You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, it was only when he leaned in to whisper in your ear did you shout and smash your first into the glass of the mirror.

“I know you miss me–”

Shards of glass shattered with a loud smash to the basin as you shook your bloodied first and stumbled back. Crying out in fear as you whaled and slid to the floor.

“Y/n?” Kian frowned when he saw you, Bradley was right there hovering over his shoulder, watching with worry flooding his eyes as Kian picked you up and carried you out of the bathroom as you cried into his chest. “Hey, s’worng? Huh?” He knew you wouldn't answer him, not in a state like this.

“What's wrong with mum?” Tilly asked as she stood by Bradleys leg. Bradley knew Tily was a smart little girl, she’d seen you like this before and she could connect dots. It was happening again. “Did she have an episode?” Tilly asked as she looked up at Rooster who just stood in absolute silence as he watched Kian take you out the back door into the fresh air of the late afternoon. “I promise she takes her medicine, I take tic tacs with her so she doesn't feel like she's alone.”

“What kind of tic tacs Bug?” Rooster asked as he placed his hands on her shoulders and walked her back into the wake. Tilly just sighed.

“The orange kind.”

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“God it must be fucking exhuating–” Kian spat as he sat you down on the steps of the back exist door and assessed your hand, he didnt have anything to fix it up with except his tie. So that's what he used.

“What's that?” You asked softly as you tried to calm yourself down.

“Living like some sort of parasite, just taking and never giving.” You’d taken a lot from Kian, you knew that well enough. He never let a day or a week or a month or a year go by without letting you know how much you took from him. “You just had to make this day about you, didn’t you?”

“I had a moment, I'm fine.” You sighed as you tried to explain yourself without coming out and saying you saw your ex’s now dead dad in the mirror of the bathroom at his wake. The man you’d fucked. The man you may have loved at some twisted point. The man who exploited you and used you and turned you into a mess of a woman. “It's just been a day, Kian, I thought I could handle it but clearly I was wrong.” There was a moment of silence that passed the two of you as Kian went from standing before you on the steps with his hands pushing his suit jacket back to sitting next to you, so close his shoulder pressed against yours. He was every bit the spitting image of Jake Sereisn and you knew he hated it just as much as you did.

“Are you high?” Kian asked as you turned to look at him stunned.

“What? No!” It came out as a scoff, like you couldn't believe he was asking you such a thing.

“Are you using again?” They weren't questions Kian hadn’t asked before, and it wouldn't have surprised him if you said yes, because you had said that in the past.

“No!” You were more defensive about this than you probably should have been, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility with you, it was just that of all people Kian was the one who wasn't afraid to ask.

“Okay well I’m gonna go ahead and love you enough to tell you to pull your head out of your self-obsessed ass and get an a meeting, because you and I both know this is gonna set you off and if you're already losing control at his wake than I can’t help you when child protective services come knocking and Tilly is placed in Roosters custody for the fourth time.”

“Oh god Kian, I don’t need your sympathy.” You hissed as you held your hand up to your chest, Kians tie tied tightly around your bloodied knuckles. “I said I’m fine, I’m not high, I’m not using, but if it helps you sleep a night you ass I’ll get to a meeting.”

“Good.” Kian accepted your reply, he nodded softly as he looked at you. “And for the record it’s not sympathy, it’s pity.” You and Kian had always maintained a close co-parenting relationship, but you couldn’t be left alone in a room together without wanting to kill each other. “I don’t want my daughter growing up to be anything like you.” Your heart sank into your stomach when you caught the sight of the man you’d just seen in the mirror, standing just a few feet away, smiling at you like he wasn’t the cause of all your pain. “So pull yourself together and get to a meeting, she deserves a mother who’s not a junkie.”

“I’m not a junkie anymore than you are.” You snapped. Gritting your teeth as you shook your head and tried to will the sight of Jake from your memory. An almost impossible task. “Don’t sit here and pretend that you don’t have the exact same problem as me!”

“Oh for crying out loud Y/n you’re my problem!” Kian shouted as he stood. “You’ve been my problem since we first fucking met! You ruined me for crying out loud!” You could feel the tears welling in your eyes. The vision of Jake standing next to Kian was far too much for you to handle as you closed your eyes. He was grinning that smug smile, like even though he was dead he still won. “You’ve been my problem since you fucked my dad for weeks on end!”

“SHUTUP!” You screamed as you covered your ears. Kian wouldn’t let up as he pullled you to your feet by your wrist.

“You’re a whore! You fucked my dad! You did that willingly and you did it over and over and over again and everything that had happened since you have no one to blame but yourself, so don’t sit there and say we have the same issues, but if you weren’t here right I wouldn’t HAVE any problems!”

“Your dad used me! He manipulated me!” You shouted back, a crowd had begun to form on the grass. Friends and family that had gathered to say goodbye to Jake Seresin all stood around baffled at the sight unfolding. “He blackmailed me!”

“He’s her father isn’t he!?” You felt like the wright of the world has fallen on your shoulders as you looked around at the people that had gathered around. “He’s Tilly’s dad, not me—and you fucking know it.” Kian was boiling, you could see it in his eyes as he pushed you and in that very moment you knew it wasn’t just you who needed a meeting—he’d been projecting. “You fucking my dad and he got you pregnant.”

“Kian? Y/n?” You heard Jake's mother gasp as she cupped a hand over her mouth—stunned at the revelation that had just come to light. You turned to look at her, shock just dripping from your face. You’d both managed to keep this a secret for ten years. Now it all just fell apart. You looked to your dad who didn’t know what to do, he’d never looked so disappointed in you. Mr big shot Admiral—he wouldn’t be in that pod if you hadn’t kept your mouth shut all those years ago. You looked to your daughter, who was too smart for her own good, she knew you were drowning in your own deep water.

And finally, you looked to the man who’d ruined your life, the figment of your imagination that had haunted you since you were first diagnosed certifiably insane. Jake Seresin, looking ten years younger and a hell of a lot more alive than he really was.

“I know you miss me—“ He grinned. You felt lightheaded.

“Y/n is that true?” Ellen asked as she approached her grandson. “Tell me it’s not true.” Kian sniffled as he threw his hands up and walked away, pushing past the crowd of friends, family and colleagues.

Your vision blurred, your feet gave out and your knees buckled before you could even give them an answer. You fell straight through a crack in what felt like the space time continuum and as you blinked your eyes open again you were ten years younger—

Looking out the window of the car your boyfriend had rented for the summer. The summer that you met and fell in love with your boyfriend's dad.

Commander Jake Hangman Seresin

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