#so of course she left lloyd in a place that would make him want to be on the same side as his father. even if he was trained to be good in

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Wu trained Morro at the same time that Garmadon was training with Chen which MEANS that Misako was around to see what the pressure of wanting and training to be the Green Ninja could lead to.

So later when she had Lloyd and KNEW that he would be the legendary Green Ninja, do you think she thought of the child Wu had once trained? The kid who became so obsessed with proving himself that he put himself in danger time and time again? The little boy who ran off into the night and never came back?

After seeing that, is it any wonder why she didn't want to leave her son-- the actual Green Ninja-- to be trained by Wu at such a young age?

Maybe a boarding school for bad boys would never make him want to be a hero. Maybe it would keep him safe from the destructive power of destiny. Maybe Darkley's was the only way to save her beloved son, Lloyd Garmadon, from himself.

Maybe Misako remembered Morro. And maybe, just maybe, she knew it would be best if her son never turned into someone like that.

[rewrittenreality]

Horses and Husbands

Pairing: Rip Wheeler x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Smut, baby making...seriously

Summary: Alone time with Rip is few and far between these days...When your daughter stays with her Uncle Kayce for the night, you finally get alone time with your husband.

A/n: This was requested by @elenavampire21 ! Thank you for your request, I had a blast making it a reality for you! And I also want to thank @momentaryescape for helping me with this!

The familiar sound of Rip groaning woke you from your sleep as your 4 year old daughter, Hallie, climbed on top of him. He picked her up and placed her between the two of you with a tired chuckle. It was early in the morning, but this was the normal routine between your little family. Hallie would wake up before either of you and always came into your shared room to wake you both up. 

“The munchkin is up.” Rip chuckled in his gruff morning voice. 

“Then we are to.” You said with a tired laugh as you sat up in bed.

Hallie was looking at you with those big hazel eyes that looked exactly like Rip’s. You smiled softly and picked her up to get out of bed, placing her on your hip as you stood up. Rip got up soon after and started getting ready for his work day, meeting you in the kitchen as you started making your daughter breakfast. 

“Where is daddy going?” Hallie asked as she ran up to you. 

“Daddy is going to work, munchkin. I gotta go help with the new horses” Rip told Hallie as he crouched down to get level with her, gently poking her nose with his finger.

“Can I go with you, Daddy?” She looked up at Rip, big eyes pleading with him.

“We can go see Daddy and the horses after you eat your breakfast, Sweetheart.” You responded after Rip looked at you for an answer.

Rip kissed Hallie’s forehead before sending her to the table. He fully stood up and made his way over to you, running his hands down your arms. He leaned down and left a kiss to your lips before he grabbed his cowboy hat and walked out the door to go to work.

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You arrived with Hallie at the stables a little while later. Rip was standing outside of the round pen watching Ryan work with a horse. Hallie let go of your hand and ran to her dad, climbing up on the round pen to get a better look at the horse. You smiled softly when Rip put his hand on her back to keep her steady while he pointed at Ryan and the horse.

As you watched Hallie giggling to Rip you felt someone come up next to you. You looked over and saw Lloyd standing next to you. He watched Rip and Hallie, a small smile peaking through his signature mustache. Lloyd was like a grandpa to Hallie, a father figure to you and Rip. 

“He sure is a good dad.” Lloyd told you, glancing over at you for a second.

“He really is.” You replied, smiling at Lloyd.

“So, when are you two giving me another grandkid?” He asked, fully turning to face you. 

You let out a soft laugh at his question.

 “Hopefully soon. It’s been so busy around here so we haven’t gotten much alone time. But we’ve been trying when we can.” You said to him, looking over at Rip who was talking happily with your daughter. 

Lloyd gave you a smile and a gentle pat on the shoulder before Hallie came running over to you. 

“Mama! Can we ride the horsies?” Hallie asked, pulling on your pant leg. 

“Of course we can, Sweetie! Come on, let’s go get a horse.” You smiled down at your daughter, taking her small hand in yours to lead her to the stables.

Once you got to the stables, you saddled up your horse Blaze. He was good with kids and would be a great fit for Hallie. You led Blaze out of the stables with Hallie on your hip, leading Blaze to the other round pen. 

You lifted Hallie up and gently placed her on Blaze, making sure to keep your hand on her back to steady her. Hallie giggled when you made a clicking sound with your tongue to get Blaze to start walking. 

Rip watched carefully while Blaze walked around the round pen with Hallie on his back. He knew Hallie wouldn’t get hurt, but he was still protective of both of his girls. His eyes stayed glued to you, smiling to himself while he watched you smile and talk to your daughter.

Kayce, your brother, came up beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Tate was in the other round pen with Ryan, helping with the horse. Kayce noticed Rip’s gaze on you.

“You know, Hallie can always stay the night with Monica and I. Tate would love it. Plus it would give you a little alone time with Y/n.” Kayce suggested, nudging Rip’s shoulder with his own.

“And how do you know we’ve been trying to get alone time?” Rip questioned, looking over at Kayce.

“You seem to forget that your wife is my sister. She tells Beth and I nearly everything.” Kayce said with a raised eyebrow.

Rip shook his head and laughed. Kayce did have a point. You shared a lot with your siblings. 

“I’ll talk to Y/n and make sure she’s okay with Hallie staying the night with you guys. Thanks, Kayce.” Rip said, still chuckling softly.

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When you finished walking around the round pen with Hallie and Blaze, you led Blaze to the stables again to get him back in his area. You smiled when you saw Rip waiting for you guys. Hallie ran to him, her little laugh ringing through the stables as Rip lifted her up. 

“Hey, munchkin!” Rip smiled as he held Hallie in his arms. 

You walked up to your husband, letting out a soft laugh when he kissed you. Hallie was giggling like crazy, her cheek pressed against Rip’s shoulder. 

“Why don’t we let Kayce and Monica take Hallie tonight? Tate wants to hang out with his favorite cousin.” Rip suggested to you, giving a look that told you his true intentions. 

“Do you want to stay with Uncle Kayce and Aunt Monica tonight, Sweetheart? You always have so much fun with Tate.” You asked your daughter, letting out a chuckle when she nodded happily.

You took Hallie back up to the cabin to gather a few of her things before Kayce came up to get her. Rip met you there, keeping Hallie entertained while you gathered her things. 

When Kayce came with Tate to pick her up, you and Rip each gave her a kiss on the forehead. 

“Thank you, Kayce. You didn’t have to watch her tonight.” You said to your brother, giving him a hug.

“It’s not a problem at all, Y/n. You and Rip need some time together. And Tate wanted to see his cousin.” Kayce replied, smiling at you.

Rip handed Kayce Hallie’s little backpack of her things, smiling down at the excited 4 year old next to him. Kayce took Hallie’s hand in one of his hands and Tate’s hand in the other. 

“Come on, kiddos!” Kayce said to the two happy children, leading them out of the cabin and to the truck. 

You stood in the doorway of the cabin, smiling as you watched the three of them drive off. You were thankful for your brother. He was ensuring that you got your much needed alone time with your husband.

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Rip came up behind you as you closed the cabin door, gently sliding his hands down your sides. You turned in his arms with a smile, reaching up to rest your arms over his shoulders. He leaned down and kissed you as he squeezed your hips. 

“Let’s go make us a baby, Mister.” You said, giggling a little when he kissed the corners of your mouth.

“You know I can’t say no to that, Baby.” Rip responded in that gruff voice you loved so much, leaning down to kiss you again.

You melted like putty in his arms, letting him deepen the kiss until his tongue was exploring your mouth. Rip’s hands slid from your hips to your thighs so he could hoist you up. He smirked against your lips when you locked your legs together around his waist. 

You didn’t even realize he had started carrying you towards the bedroom. All you were focused on was the feeling of his lips against yours. He squeezed the underside of your thighs as he carried you, reveling in the way you moaned softly into his mouth. He loved the way you reacted to even the simplest of touches. 

Rip laid you down on the bed and hovered above you. You looked up at him as he took his jacket off before he leaned down and began kissing your neck. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access, making him smirk against your skin.

He adored the small gasp you let out as he slid his hands under your shirt. No matter how many times the two of you had done this, you still reacted to his touch in ways you never knew were possible. He loved that he could make you and your body react to him in all the right ways.

Rip kept his eyes locked with you as he slowly pulled your shirt off of your body. He leaned down again and pressed wet kisses to your collarbone. He kissed down your body, removing your clothes as he went along.

Soon, you were almost completely bare under him. The only thing keeping you from being fully naked was your lace panties. An obvious wet spot covered the thin piece of fabric, which made Rip lick his lips.

“Look at you, Darlin’. So pretty for me.” He said in his gruff voice, his fingers running feather light over your thighs.

His touch made you shiver, a small whimper leaving your lips. You couldn’t help it, your body was so reactive to him. He always made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

Rip’s fingers inched closer to your panties until his thumb was right over your clothed clit. He applied just a little pressure, reveling in the moan he pulled from your lips. In one swift motion, he pulled your panties off your legs. You were now completely bare under him.

His eyes immediately went to your soaked folds, licking his lips at the site. He ducked down and made himself comfortable between your thighs. He looked up at you right as his lips connected with your clit. 

You threw your head back with a loud moan as he began sucking, his skilled tongue making circles around your throbbing clit. Your hands went to his hair, holding his head in place as his tongue lapped through your folds. 

Your fingers tugging at Rip’s hair caused him to moan against your clit, sending vibrations straight to your core. A loud gasp left your lips when he pushed a finger into you. His mouth continued to circle around your clit while he added a second finger and thrusted them in and out slowly. 

That familiar heat started pooling in your lower stomach, your moans getting louder. Rip knew you were close so he didn’t stop. He picked up the pace of his fingers, making a ‘come hither’ motion that had you seeing stars.

“Come on, Baby. Cum for me. Let me hear you.” Rip said to you, immediately going back to your clit afterwards.

You came on command, loudly moaning his name. Rip smiled when he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers. He kept thrusting his fingers into you, getting you through your high. He pulled his fingers out of you when you came down, licking your juices off of his hand. He loved the taste of you, it was like a drug he could never get enough of.

“So pretty for me, Baby. My pretty girl.” He praised you, loving the soft moan that came out of your mouth at his words.

“Please, Rip…” You whined, watching him take off the rest of his clothes. Your eyes were locked on his member as he stroked himself a little. 

“Shh shh. You’re okay, Darlin’. I’m gonna give you what you need.” Rip cooed, his gruff voice sending shivers down your spine.

Rip moved up your body, leaving wet kisses against your skin. He propped himself up with his hands on either side of your head, caging you in as he looked down at you. You reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to kiss you. 

Rip lined himself up with your dripping entrance while he kissed you. He slowly pushed into you, his size stretching you open. You moaned into his mouth, loving the slight burn his size gave you. 

He stayed still for a moment, letting you get used to him. No matter how many times the two of you had been intimate, you still had to get used to his size. He left gentle kisses on your neck while he waited patiently for you to adjust. 

When you were ready, he slowly pulled out almost all the way. Before you could whine in protest, he thrusted back into you with more force. You moaned in surprise, your eyes fluttering closed as he fucked into you with a slower pace.

“There you go, Sweetheart. This what you wanted?” Rip asked softly in your ear, nipping and sucking at your neck.

“Yes, Rip…Oh fuck!” You whined, crying out in pleasure when his tip hit your g-spot.

Your cry of pleasure only fueled him further. He picked up his pace, hitting your g-spot with every damn thrust. Your brain went fuzzy as you wrapped your legs loosely around his waist to pull him impossibly closer. 

Rip decided to change the position and lifted you so your chest was pressed against his. You both moaned in unison, his cock nestled so deep inside of you. He began lifting you up, guiding you to ride him. You started bouncing on him, letting him guide your pace as he squeezed your hips.

“Look at you, Baby. Such a good girl for me. Want me to give you a baby? That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be so full of me that it’ll give us another baby?” Rip spoke against your ear, massaging your hips as he thrusted up into you.

You moaned loudly, clenching down around his cock involuntarily. Rip hissed from the feeling, loving the way you tightened around him. He was so close to release, and he knew you were as well.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Darlin’.” He groaned, his hands squeezing your hips tightly.

“I’m so close, Rip!” You cried out, rolling your hips when you couldn’t ride him anymore.

Rip took over again, thrusting up into you at a pace that, once again, had you seeing stars. He moaned when he looked down and watched his cock slide in and out of your perfect heat. He reached between your legs and began rubbing circles on your clit.

“Cum for me, Sweetheart. Let me feel you.” He whispered in your ear, applying more pressure to your clit as his thumb continued rubbing circles.

The pressure he applied was more than enough to send you over the edge. You cried out his name, throwing your head back while your thighs began to tremble. Strings of moans left your lips, your body going limp in his arms as your walls fluttered around him.

Rip thrusted up into you a few more times, fucking you through your intense release. With one more thrust, he held you down on top of him and spilled his release inside of you with a groan of pleasure. He held you there for a moment, letting you calm down.

“That’s a good girl. You did so good for me, Darlin’.” He cooed in your ear, rubbing your back in a soothing motion.

You leaned forward and nuzzled your face into his neck, your breathing heavy. A soft whine left your lips as he gently lifted you off of him. He laid you down next to him, a shit eating grin on his face when he saw his release begin to drip out of you.

Rip used his fingers to gently push it back inside of you, softly shushing you when you whined and squirmed from the overstimulation. He got up to get a washcloth and brought the damp cloth back to clean you up.

When he was done cleaning the both of you up, he laid down next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You let out a content sigh and smiled when you felt his hand splayed across your stomach.

“It’ll stick this time. I just know it.” You said with a tired smile, turning over in his arms to look at him.

“Well I hope it does, Sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you carrying our baby again.” Rip told you, his hand gently rubbing circles on your stomach.

“I love you, Honey.” You whispered with a small giggle.

“I love you too, Baby.” Rip whispered back, pulling you even closer. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep in his arms. He just had his hand on your stomach, rubbing soothing circles on your skin until he fell asleep with you. 

This time would stick. You would get another baby. You both just knew it. 

[thezombieprostitute]

Hummingbird - Part 7

Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: Reader is AFAB

A/N2: This takes place at the same time as Dream Come True Part 9

Warnings: Death of minor characters, Rough sex, Smut, Violence. Please let me know if I missed any.

Part 6 -- Part 8

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The next few hours mostly involve Steve pacing around his office. You stayed in the same chair you promised you would. As much as you want to calm him down you know this isn’t the time. Steve had gotten notice that Curtis had pulled Teach out of Lloyd’s hotel room and she was safe. Everyone breathed easier after that, but Steve was still stressed. For good reason, of course. Bucky and Sam would regularly find reasons to leave his office because his pacing and stressing wasn’t helping them, either. But you stayed in place, as you promised. 

“Why didn’t you have Curtis take Lloyd out at the hotel,” you ask. “We know he’s there.”

“Pine’s hotel is a neutral zone,” Steve explains. “If one of our people killed anyone there, we’d open ourselves to attack from all of the families at once. Cairo Hotel, any hotel under Pine’s jurisdiction really, is where we have our most important meetings and negotiations.”

“Which is why Lloyd is staying there,” you intone. “So Pine isn’t obligated to tell anyone about any of his guests? Even when they’re clearly dangerous?”

“True neutrality,” Steve confirms. “Otherwise there would be no place for real negotiations, peace talks, reparations, whatever. It’s important for business.”

“So the only reason Curtis was allowed to go get her was because Pine owed Ari a favor?”

“Well, there’s that,” he nods. “But also Pine has standards. He never likes to involve civilians in our dealings. The fact that it was solely a rescue mission definitely helped get Curtis the ‘in’ he needed.”

Your next question is interrupted by Bucky running in, “he’s at Ran’s. Let’s go!”

Steve gave you a kiss and a “stay here” before running after him. You have no idea when Steve will be back but you’ll be right where he needs you to be. 

Bucky’s team is first to go in. They’re the stealth team, taking out guards and others that might raise the alarm. Bodecker’s police cruiser is close enough to hear any gunshots but far enough to not raise eyebrows at the quick police response. If all went well, none of Ransom’s neighbors would hear anything. 

Of course something went wrong.

A scream from within Ransom’s house pushed up their timetable to “act now”. The slow and steady plan was under the premise that Ransom was having a conversation, not that he was being tortured. Bucky’s team focused on making a path to the front door before doing perimeter security. Steve and his team charged up the path they created to the door. 

Steve was first through the door, acting as a shield for his people came naturally to him. Quick firing to take out a couple of Rumlow’s men, he pushed forward, certain that his team would clean up if he missed anyone. Intel said that Ransom hadn’t left his office since his meeting with Teach so that’s where Steve led his team. 

Knowing that the people torturing Ransom were sure to have heard the gunshots Steve signaled his team to stay in various doorways as he knelt down to open the office door. The shots went well over his head and opened the shooters to his return fire. If he missed any, his team had him covered. 

Carefully moving forward Steve was able to confirm no one else was in the office. He found Ransom and called for a medic. The telltale sound of a police siren confirmed that they were moving into the coverup part of their plan. Sam ran into the office, carrying some emergency medical supplies, and started taking care of Ransom. This allowed Steve to look around at the bodies. He recognized all of them but quickly realized Lloyd was not among them. 

“Where’s Hansen,” he calls out. “Anyone got eyes on Hansen?” There was a lot of quiet. Steve messaged the Garbage Men, “Hansen is missing.”

Steve slams open his office door, startling you. He kneels in front of you and touches you almost reverently, whispering, “you’re okay. Thank god you’re okay.”

“What happened, Steve?”

He doesn’t answer and just moves you so that he’s sitting in the chair with you on his lap, holding you close. You start kissing his neck, your signal to him that he’s safe, that you’re okay, that he can relax. It takes a few minutes but he does calm down. 

“Lloyd escaped. You’re not leaving my sight until we’re able to find him.”

“Of course, Steve,” you assure. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Ransom’s in the hospital,” he reports. “Sam says he should be okay. He’ll just have some scars afterwards.” 

“And probably some mental ones, too,” you comment.

Steve agrees, “after he’s stable we’ll get some more information from him. See about helping him. In the meantime, no one goes alone and everyone is armed.”

“I take it you’re not going to be sleeping any time soon?” Steve shakes his head in response. “Then let’s at least get you some food to help you think.” You start to get off of his lap but he pulls you close to him, hugging you in place. “Steve, we’re going to be okay,” you coo between kisses along his jugular. “I’ve been sitting in this chair all day and I need to move. And get something to eat.”

He relaxes a little and lets you get up, but you make sure to not let go of his hand. Even when you’re both in the kitchen and cooking up a little something you’re making sure to touch him. Letting him hug you from behind while you’re working. Letting him know you’re still there and you’re okay. You know it’s the only thing that’ll keep him from going out and maybe getting himself killed. He needs a cool head and you can help with that. 

You’re both startled to alertness by Bucky running into the room. “Hansen is dead. Everett got him!”

“What’s the update on his co-conspirators?”

“Scattered to the winds,” Bucky confirms. “The other families have even agreed not to protect them. If they’re found, they’re delivered to us.” 

You feel Steve legitimately relax for the first time since he picked you up from your apartment. He talks to Bucky for a bit about the finer details of the aftermath; getting Ransom’s cover story for what happened, following up on the hacker who helped Lloyd, getting all of the Family members back safely. 

By the time he and Bucky are done, Steve is beyond exhausted. All he wants right now is to curl up in bed with you and hold you. So when you ask him if you should grab your suitcase to head back home, he nearly growls at you, “you’re not going anywhere.” He takes you into his bedroom and throws you down on the mattress before crawling over to you, wrapping you in his arms, and pinning you to his chest. “Mine,” he grunts as he takes in the smell of your hair, the feel of your skin, the sound of your chuckles. 

“I’m definitely yours,” you assure. “We’ll see about me going home later.”

“You are home,” he asserts. “Can’t be without you. Sleep better, feel better, eat better.” He kisses you with each item he says, adding weight to his words. 

“Are you actually asking me to move in with you,” your voice barely a whisper from his kisses taking your breath away. “Or are you just in a mood?”

“Hummingbird, you’re moving in with me,” he insisted. “Either that or I’m moving in with you. I’m not going another night without you in my bed.” He starts removing your clothing, “I need you. Need you with me every day.” He’s stripped you down to your panties, his eyes darkening at your form. “Please,” he pleaded. “Please move in with me.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathe. “I’ve just been waiting for you to actually ask.” 

“Let me apologize for taking so long to do so,” he says before he kisses down your front, his beard scratching your skin in just the right way, making you moan. 

He rips your panties off and wraps his lips around your clit, making you gasp and arch your back. His tongue moves from your clit to your dripping pussy before his strong arms grab your hips and he rolls so that you’re sitting firmly on his face. You grab Steve’s hair to help you ground yourself as you cry out from surprise and pleasure. 

Steve knows exactly how to play you to get you to cum so he does other things, wanting to prolong your pleasure, wanting you to drown him in your juices. And he will get what he wants. Every time you try to move your hips or drag yourself away, he grips your hips harder, not letting you even wiggle away from where he has you. 

“Oh, Steve, I’m so close,” you whimper. He smacks your ass hard and you’re quick to correct yourself, “Sir, I’m so close, Sir. Please, please let me cum!” He gives your ass an appreciative squeeze, his sign that you had permission, before he hits all the spots he knows you need him to. He’s rewarded with your shouts of pleasure and a rush of slick. He doesn’t stop. Even after you’ve recovered from your first orgasm. Even when you’re begging him to slow down. He keeps at it until you’re cumming again. 

You’re whimpering from exhaustion and over-stimulation, “please, Sir. Please, can’t stay sitting up.” He spins you both so you’re laying on your back and he finally lifts his lips from you, his beard drenched, his eyes full of hunger.

“Tired out already, Hummingbird,” he chides. “Definitely need to have you here every night. Build up your endurance.” He rolls you over onto your stomach and gives your ass hard smack, making you cry out with pleasure. “Keep you with me, claim this pussy every damn day,” he says with another spanking. 

“More, please, Sir,” you cry out. “Please smack my ass again, Sir!”

He happily obliges, “can’t take more of my tongue in your cunt but you never get enough of my hands on you, do you?”

“No, Sir. Always need more of your touch.”

“Good girl,” he says with another smack to your butt-cheek. 

“Thank you, Sir!”

“I’m gonna claim that pretty little mouth of yours now,” he growls as he pulls you to your knees on the floor, making sure you land on a pillow he’d placed down there. Your mouth salivates as he undoes his belt and zipper before pulling out his cock. You open your mouth for him and put your hands on his thighs so you can signal if you need him to stop or slow down. 

He shoves his length into your mouth with a groan. You’ve done this enough times that you don’t need as much of a warm up but he’s still careful to not overdo it on the first few thrusts. You eagerly take every inch you can, moaning around his girth as he picks up the pace. By the time he’s grabbing the back of your head and forcing you to take every inch, you’re a crying mess and loving every second of it. 

Steve gets rougher as he gets closer to his own release. He grunts, “looking so fucking beautiful like this. Gonna ruin your holes every day and you’re gonna thank me for it.” You moan at his words and he slows down just a little, “play with your clit, Hummingbird. I know you’re soaked from this.”

He was right, you could feel yourself leaking down your thighs. You quickly start playing with yourself and you’re already so close to cumming. 

“That’s it, cum for me,” Steve groans. “Need to hear you cum before I spill down your throat.” At his command your orgasm takes over and you moan and whine around his cock which pushes him over the edge. Your pleasure grows with the feeling of his seed down your throat and you make sure to lick up every drop. 

Steve pulls out of your mouth and helps you get into the bed. After some gentle kisses and some settling of nerves he goes into full aftercare mode. He makes sure to worship you as he cleans you up, massages and cuddles you. As you fall asleep in his arms he thinks about the ring he has hidden away in his closet.

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[syntheticavenger]

Hi Synth,

What drew Lloyd to the reader in Thanks for the Invite universe?

Was it because his ex-wife hid her (the reader) and this sparked a curiosity in Lloyd?

Was it because he already knew about the reader before he got married for the first time?

Was it an ego boost for Lloyd proving himself and others that he can do whatever he want, consequences be damned?

Did the reader's shy and timid nature play a part? Does Lloyd strictly feel an ownership over her or is he fascinated by her?

Sorry for the barrage of questions.

I'll answer it this way.

Cordially Invited

Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader

Word Count: 780

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, mentions of divorce, stalking, cheating (not on the Reader).

Summary | You've always had a standing invitation.

He loathes her friends.

Friends is a word Lloyd uses loosely, seeing them flock to Alexis like birds, their voices that raise an octave to ensure they make her feel like she is gracing them with her divine presence. A quick headcount tells him that one of her usual devotees is missing.

It isn’t a coincidence. Anytime there is an event at the house or wherever he is, there is always one missing.

Not that he doesn’t know your name of course. He’s intercepted the birthday gifts at the door, your name carefully signed with a heartfelt message. None of her other cronies have the thoughtfulness to give her a gift, to show their actions are as legitimate as the price tags they hide under their designer dresses they return after Alexis’ events.

She doesn’t deserve your sweetness, your compassion and your money. You, who nearly maxes out her credit card to fit in with the same women who make even less than you do. 

Curiosity of why Alexis would hide you got the better of him, a little research sending him right to your places of employment, juggling two jobs to stay afloat. You aren’t flashy, most of your clothes from secondhand stores and low budget retailers.  It’s refreshing to see you focus on your work instead of a luxury handbag, like Alexis, who has so many that she has her own space in their massive walk-in closet. 

It's easy to walk into your place of employment, ask some questions about you under the guise of giving you a compliment. It materializes on your HR file, under a name that isn’t his own, your co-workers more than happy to divulge little intimate details about you, like how you never forget a birthday, your favorite color is black because it pairs well with so many things and that you have a penchant for classical music. Little things he stores away in his brain for later, especially as Alexis begins to craft her annual party.

Her purposeful oversight is why Lloyd had mailed you an invitation to their wedding himself. There was no secret that she harbored some sort of jealousy over you, the way she would say your name with resentment, opting to change the subject when one of her friends would bring you up. You don’t come from money, therefore you know the value of a dollar and what it means to have a little extra left over at the end of the month.

Gratitude is what he likes about you most of all.

Not to mention how good you had smelled when you walked right past him in the bookstore, unaware that he had been watching you. When he had said his vows, he thought of you, how you’d look in your own wedding dress. In his mind, you wouldn’t have a beach wedding. Something much more formal, something traditional that complimented his own sensibilities.

In his thoughts, you would be married to him.

-

Alexis’ mascara is ruined, her dramatic sniffling making him slam his hand on the table.

“Can someone please shut her up?” he asks to the group of lawyers, one of which whisks her away despite her shouts of anger. “For fuck’s sake.”

Pictures of her affairs still litter the table, Alexis in the throes of an orgasm from the twenty-two year old swim instructor, another with the personal chef.

He doesn’t care. 

He doesn’t care because he didn’t love her and marriage, especially to him, was something that was fleeting. People have second, third – sixth – marriages. What is one to a woman who hid a diamond from him so she could continue her façade?

One that get nothing from him, the embarrassment of knowing she had been unfaithful first, the pictures sent to her so-called friends that also hid the sordid details from him.

Like he didn’t already know, like he didn’t purposefully leave the house and bribe them to see if she would cave to their advances.

There was always going to be an exit strategy. 

It just so happened to be between Alexis’ thighs.

Not that it would matter. There was a light at the end of this waste of time of a marriage, one that he saw in the flesh when you’d come into the house in that dress that you would soon be out of within hours.

He’d already picked out the ring you’d liked that you would stare at when you’d walk past the jewelry store.

He always gets the best of the best.

In time, you’ll understand why you didn’t have a choice.

After all, you’ve been cordially invited to be his for the rest of your life.

[eccentricallygothic]

for the 5 daddies, i have this hc that whenever bunnys like upset or scared or anything she for sure seeks out Andy for comfort bc he's more scary but like he def makes her feel the safest and she 100% loves a firm hand

Sorry for being so late but--

Warning(s): Slightly upset reader,  mentions of bondage, mentions of rough sex, dom-sub dynamics, thunder, fluff, power imbalance, one spank. 

Since Lloyd is the darkest Daddy who wants to see how far he can push and bend Bunny it's playtimes with him that usually end her up in this state.

Of course he always gives the best aftercare he can but his top secret much demanding work allows him a very limited and calculated amount of free time. 

So sometimes Bunny, as sensitive as she is, needs a little more.

Like tonight.

Her eyes are teary as the thunder rumbles outside the big glass window that is on the wall next to the big dark door of Andy's room.

Bunny's hand hovers over the wooden structure as she contemplates whether to knock or leave him alone because he already works so hard all day long. 

It wasn't even his aftercare to give. 

But it's like Andy has a way of sensing her discomfort.

He always seeks her out whenever she's upset. 

Maybe because of how quiet and observant he is. 

Before she can retreat her hand even though he's told her time and time again that it doesn't bother him, the door unlocks.

Her eyes widen as she looks left and right to hide because she doesn't wanna look like a creep! 

Bunny's eyes narrow down on the decorative lamp table placed on the opposite side of the window that is on the other side of his door.

Her naked feet hurriedly pat against the wooden floorboards as she rushes away and hides behind it. 

Andy walks out of the room and down the hall with his eyes set on his phone. 

Bunny sighs to herself as her body relaxes, eyes fluttering close as she wills her hammering heart to slow down. 

A few moments pass like that as she just watches the way he left and contemplates what to do next.

Andy made her feel the safest but he was still his intimidating strict self and naturally it made her very shy towards him. 

"Hide and seek?" Bunny gasped and jumped when his voice rumbled in her ear from behind.

"Daddy!" The girl defensively backs away from Andy's huge form as he smiles at her kneeling form on the ground. Like a rabbit ready to hop away. "Y- You!" She whips her head back to the way he left, momentarily forgetting that there was another way to get around the side of the hallway she was in. 

"Me…" The male is amused, both hands stuffed in his pockets. 

Bunny is still blinking at him and overcoming her shock when thunder strikes again and her whole body jumps, the tears that had been pooling in her eyes finally spilling. 

His smile fades away and concern replaces the amused expression. 

"Here" he holds out one hand for her to take and the younger literally jumps at it. 

"You should have just entered, no questions asked." Rules were for when she wasn't on the point of sobbing.

Her tiny hiccups had been audible from down the hall.

Bunny's peeks up at him through her wet lashes, bottom lip wobbling. 

"I- I am sowwy, Daddy…" He knows how hesitant and guilty she feels whenever she seeks him out because of another Daddy so he doesn't antagonize her too much. 

Instead, Andy envelops Bunny in his huge arms and kisses her forehead before taking her inside his room.

He makes her drink water as he leans against the headboard with her curled in his lap, caressing her back and scratching her scalp comfortingly to help her calm down. 

Andy softly reprimands her for walking around barefooted in this weather.

Bunny whimpers and rubs her face in his warm chest.

He holds her like that until she fully calms down and all her tense muscles loosen up in his arms, kissing her head and assuring her that it was all okay whenever thunder would strike.

Andy doesn't really carry her around like Jake, Ransom and Ari do but tonight is different.

These moments always are.

He knows he's walking on eggshells so he's extra careful with her. 

So he makes Bunny wrap her legs around his waist as he holds her up and against his chest like the spoiled baby bunny that she is. 

"What do you want?" As he carries her to the kitchen. 

"Ishe keam~" her very eager answer has him frowning. 

Yes, she lisps in her soft space sometimes. 

And it drives Lloyd and Jensen absolutely insane.

With Ransom it depends on how dark he's feeling. 

Ari just adores her no matter what she does.

But it's rare with Andy because of the strict discipline Dom that he is. 

"In this weather?" He doesn't need to add more to express his disapproval.

It's her turn to frown now.

"But my mouth!" 

Lloyd had been rough with the face fucking. 

"Your feet feel as if they're tiny little ice cubes." He replies as he grabs a pair of warm socks from her purple dresser in her Princess Bunny room. 

"Daddy can't say no!" Bunny huffs before pouting, thinking it would work like it does with Ransom, Jensen and sometimes Ari. 

"Bunny." Usually, Andy doesn't even warn but he does tonight because of her state.

"Bunny is ouchie!" Her eyebrows furrow as she raises her voice an octave. "Daddy can't say no!" 

He silently snorts to himself before looking down at her with a very familiar look, faintly raising an eyebrow. 

"But sir can." 

The tone and slight stiffness in his grip on her slightly sore ass -courtesy of Daddy Ransom- has her piping down almost instantly.

Andy is content in the peaceful silence as he expertly holds Bunny against him with one hand while the other starts up on the coffee machine for him and a warm cup of hot coco for her. 

Bunny whimpers with the thunder every now and then, hiding her flush face in the crook of his neck. 

She's whiny and clingy when he wants to put her on the counter so he can put her little socks on her icy feet. 

But she refuses to let go, pouting and tightening herself around him. 

It goes on for a bit before Andy firmly peels her off and places her on the counter, giving her a sharp look.

Bunny is whimpering again with her eyes lowered when he makes her wear the socks herself since whiny brats don't deserve Daddies that help them out with simple tasks that they're too dumb to do. 

But a loud spank delivers on her unsuspecting ass when Andy turns from the coffee machine to check on the stove and finds out that Bunny has crawled dangerously close to the bubbling hot coco pot, bending over it as she blows and giggles at the brown liquid. 

It ends with her getting corner time until he gets done with their drinks.

Andy makes her carry the drinks to his room so she stays reminded of her place. 

Yes, he loves to comfort her and would do anything to make her feel safe and protected. 

But that doesn't mean he will put up with a mouthy pouty brat. 

It is only after Bunny apologises once they're in the room that he allows her back in his arms, putting on a show they enjoy together. 

One of his hands is constantly caressing her back so she continues to remain relaxed.

[jalluzas-ferney]

Soooo….I made some nationality headcannons! At first I was a liiittle bit unsure if to do so cuz then again.. they live in ninjago…. And im pretty sure countries like argentina or Morocco don’t quite exist in the ninjago universe LMAO. Butttttt. Already seen others make headcannons, so hell, why not? I uses they apply to some irl au or what if they lived in our world uk? And what different countries would I see them coming from and etc.

I can imagine that the EM might have travelled all over the world, either to go into hiding, or missions, or escape conflict, etc. Or maybe simply that’s where they came from! So yeah that’s my little explanation that is mostly for myself cuz im a little bit too literal sometimes lol.

When thinking about nationality I always think a lot about where they grew up and what nationality they grew up with and would later on identify with the most. It’s a complicated concept when your parents are from a different nationality and theyre immigrants in a different country- so you grow up in this country, surrounded by this culture and people, but your. Also. Raised by your parents who also have your family living in this completely different country- where you also find home and relate to the people considering how you look, the language you speak with your parents- or the specific culture and environment your parents grew up wiooith, impacting your home life and the way your raised. Perhaps you lived in both places, or travel a lot to your parents homeland. Perhaps you live in one of your parents countries but the other. Not. but you still identify with one of your parents nationality because of the rest of your family from that side and the culture your take in from them. So it’s always very personal! So for Kai and Nya, I imagined that ray was Argentinian and Maya Filipino. And perhaps - because I want to project onto my faves- they were born and grew up in Argentina. But have always also identified a lot with their mothers homeland, since not only does their race impact the way they might feel more different and set apart from kids there, maya loves talking about her childhood in the Philippines and is always talking over the phone with their aunts and cousins, meaning Kai and Nya def were taught some Tagalog, tho theyre not incredibly fluid with it. In their early teens they probably travelled to the Philippines, (took ray and maya some time to settle down and get enough money to travel, as well as find time) and met their whole family, and the place they reside in, habit that would turn quite common as they would continue to travel other times the following years.

For Lloyd, I really wanted to make him Asian -Brazilian. It just felt right. So imagined that my queen (don’t you judge her >:() Misako would be Brazilian, meanwhile Garmadon,Japanese. i imagine that Misako adores traveling, so she met Garmadon on her trip to Japan, and decided to stay there for a WHILE because of the brothers. During her time there, she had Lloyd. Since her family heard of her new baby, she travelled back to Brazil with a two y/o Lloyd to have her family meet the him and catch up overall. but as the serpentine wars rose In japan (ill hc it happened in japan let me know what u think of that) Misako was told to wait in Brazil. Misako didn’t really like that though, and while she dreaded having to leave her son, she was sure shed come back soon after helping out the Brothers in the battle against the serpentine. So Lloyd was left to live with his aunties and grandparents in Brazil. Of course, after Misako found out about the whole Green Ninja thing and all that crap, she pulled the same stunt as in the series and ✨ vanished ✨. But then Garmadon came and fucking took him like divorced parents sometimes do uk? So then he spent some other of his childhood years growing up in, ya guessed it, Japan. This is how Lloyd identifies both with being a Brazilian and Japanese. As for the rest, I just envision that they lived in their respective countries their whole lives till they were recruited!

[mouwrites]

not sure if you need like a scenario or not but if you do can you do like lloyd and an idol reader (male preferable but gn is fine) like facing the very slight minor inconveniences when going on a date (romantic)?

have a lovely day!

Yaay I LOVED this concept!! I may have exaggerated the "inconveniences" a little though hehe ^^"

Word count: 1.1k

Ninjago - The Idol and The Green Ninja (Lloyd) (700 follower event)

“You know, you really didn’t need to do this.”

“Of course I did! Couldn’t have you going out there with your stage makeup.”

“Yeah, but you could’ve just taken it off. You didn't have to put on makeup again."

“Y/n, you’re so handsome. The most handsome. But I make you even more handsome.”

You chuckled, shaking your head at your makeup artist as she paused to tilt your face side to side. 

“Besides, you’re going on a date with the Green Ninja. You need to look—”

“Gorgeous, as always,” a smooth, gentle voice interrupted, attracting both of your eyes to the open dressing room door.

There stood your boyfriend Lloyd, looking sharp in a collared shirt and slacks. In a gloved hand he held a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and on his face he wore a polite smile.

Your makeup artist bolted up, murmuring a nervous greeting followed immediately by a farewell as she scurried past him.

You sighed, taking the clothing protector off your chest and making your way over to your boyfriend. 

“Thanks, Lloyd. She’s a great makeup artist, but she can be a little… overbearing.”

“Yeah, I know,” Lloyd laughed, squeezing your hand. “You look amazing, though.” 

He wasn’t just looking at your face; his eyes wandered up and down your form, admiring every inch of you in the purest amore. 

“Oh, stop. Look at you! You’re gonna be turning some heads.”

Now you both laughed—of course you would both be turning heads anyway, being two of Ninjago’s biggest celebrities. 

You both loved what you did, but it made something as simple as a date night next to impossible. The moment you left the studio you were already getting looks, and by the time you were in the streets you could see cameras flashing indiscreetly in the dark.

“Paparazzi?” Lloyd murmured.

“Nah. Just people forgetting that the flash turns on automatically when it’s dark,” you snickered, winking at Lloyd.

“Heh. Well, we’re almost to the restaurant, so maybe our luck is—”

“Y/n! Oh my—you’re my idol! And is that Lloyd Garmadon? Wow! Are you guys… together?”

You glanced at each other, then back at the ogling fan in front of you. Lloyd gave a shy nod; the fan flipped out.

“Oh—wow—oh my—ah, can I please get a photo of you guys?”

You had to admit, it was sort of cute when people lost the ability to speak in front of you. Apparently Lloyd was thinking the same thing, because you shared an amused smile before separating to let the fan stand between you.

“Thank you… oh wow. Y/n and the Green Ninja are dating!” The fan scurried off in a fit of giggles.

But they had spoken a little too loud, and now the heads that had turned were flocking towards you two.

“I think you jinxed us,” you teased, poking your elbow into Lloyd’s ribs.

As these things went, it was almost ten more minutes before you could push through the crowd into the restaurant a mere few yards away. Luckily the place had a bouncer, and once inside you were safe. Well, safe enough. Of course the waitress wanted a picture before she took you to your booth, and a couple other restaurant-goers wanted one too. But by the time your food arrived you were quite alone.

“So, how was work?”

You smiled. “You should’ve seen the makeup I was wearing before you came in. I think Jay would’ve liked it.”

“Jay likes anything flamboyant. Or glittery. So which was it?”

“Both, actually. I think I still have glitter in my eye.”

“So that explains the stars in your eyes.”

You blushed, looking down bashfully. “You smooth-talker.”

“Only for you.”

“Pish posh. How was saving the world?”

“The usual. Some kicks here, some punches there… run of the mill stuff.”

“Fair enough.”

The topic might’ve seemed boring, but that was what you liked about discussing it with Lloyd. Anyone else would’ve asked for more details, excited by the notion of being a ninja or a celebrity. But you understood each other; you knew you didn’t want to go into too much detail, because to you it was, as Lloyd put it, “run of the mill stuff.” Nothing worth discussing more.

“Did you see they’re reprinting the Starfarer special edition from three years ago?”

“Are they?!”

“Yeah! I’m totally going to buy it. Well, I can actually get it for free, since I saved the comic book shop that one time. Free comics for life, he said.”

“Oh, I’m so jealous.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get one for you too.”

“You get me,” you grinned, cupping your hand over Lloyd’s on the table. This was what you liked to talk about.

“Actually, on that topic, I heard word floating around that some director was thinking about maybe making a new Starfarer TV series.”

“Really? Oh, they better not mess it up. I’d be so mad.”

“I’d burn the studio down myself.”

“I’d help! I know a guy who’s good with fire,” Lloyd snickered. “Speaking of Kai… the distraction should be in full swing by now. Let’s get the check and book it.”

“Distraction?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I had Nya dock the Bounty outside the restaurant. Kai’s showing off to keep the crowd distracted.”

“Oh, bless him,” you sighed, relieved.

“Movie at my place?”

“Hmm… better go with mine. Can’t risk braving the crowd to get on the Bounty.”

“You’re right; I hadn’t thought of that. Let’s go, then.”

You could see bright bursts of fire shooting into the air when you stepped outside. Not a single head turned as you shimmied discreetly along the building past the crowd, and once you were clear of the masses you began to run, hand in hand, down the dark street.

You could hear your names being called occasionally, and you’d wave, but you didn’t stop running. Not until you reached your place, and by that time you were both a sweating, wheezing mess.

“Why do you look so out of shape? You’re the ninja in the relationship,” you joked, straightening yourself.

“Man, don’t make fun of me,” Lloyd pouted.

“I’m sorry, sugar.” You tilted his chin towards you, planting a kiss on his lips. 

He hummed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest; but it wasn’t slowing down as you continued to kiss him.

At last you parted, faces still so close your noses were touching. 

“So, uh, movie?”

“Plus cuddling,” Lloyd insisted. 

“Not in these clothes. Let’s change into comfies.”

Fortunately Lloyd had a few articles of his own at your place (totally not because he let you “borrow” them and you never gave them back), and so you both donned your pajamas and settled in for a movie.

“Finally alone,” you sighed, leaning against Lloyd.

“Finally,” he agreed.

Honestly, you didn’t remember the movie at all. The only thing you remembered from the rest of that night was the feeling of Lloyd’s breath on your cheek, his arms around you, and the overwhelming comfort of relaxing against each other.

Thank you so much for taking part in the event! And thanks for reading, take care duckies <3

[babyjakes]

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | losing something

pairing | soft!addy!lloyd hansen x little!reader

warnings | sfw regression - soft!!!!daddy lloyd (but also canonically heartless!lloyd for everyone other than babygirl), reader loses her favorite stuffie, lloyd throws a little tantrum and kills someone for upsetting his sweet little angel :^)

word count | 511

can you imagine how sweet daddy!lloyd would be if reader lost her favorite stuffie? 🥺🥺

it was one of the first presents he ever gave her and it instantly became her most prized possession. a little white unicorn she lovingly named mr. sparkles 🥹 (and lloyd of course addresses him as such, not caring in the slightest how silly it might make him sound)

maybe she ends up sobbing at her daddy’s study door, he quickly ushers her in and asks what’s wrong. mr. sparkles is gone, when she went to her room after her morning walk and tea he was gone from his place on her bed.

“shhh my little angel, please don’t cry. daddy promises we’ll find him- okay, sweetheart?” the sight of her so distraught is just breaking his poor heart right in two 🥺 “it’s okay baby, it’s okay, let’s go look for him, alright? c’mon, let daddy carry you”

they look all around but he’s nowhere to be found 😔 “did you bring him somewhere, my love? to tea, or outside when you went on your walk? is he in your backpack? or in the bathroom?” but they just can’t find him

he’s rubbing her back and bouncing her in his arms the whole time, her little sniffles and hiccups nearly reducing him to tears himself 🥺 “my sweet little girl, it’s gonna be alright. we’ll find him, darling. and if for whatever reason we can’t, then daddy will buy you a hundred new stuffies, any animal you could ever wish for”

“jus’ want m-my mr. sparkles,” her answer makes him so soft and sad 😔 “special to me, first stuffie from daddy. c-can’t be gone forever, need him. please daddy” 🥺😭💔

eventually they do find him, he got moved to another room when some of his men came in to look for some documents that lloyd had left on her bed that morning; he was reading them while waiting for her to wake up. a few of her little things were taken with the pile: mr. sparkles, one of her hair bows, and one of her chewy necklaces.

“princess, can you go pick out some books for us to read before nap time? make sure to close your door,” lloyd instructs as he sends reader upstairs. turning back to his men, he’s furious. a moment ago he appeared to be the softest, most understanding and loving man in the world as he spoke to his special girl. but as soon as she couldn’t see his face anymore, that all vanished into thin air.

he waits to hear her bedroom door shutting upstairs, which means (thanks to the soundproofing) she won’t be able to hear any of what comes next. “which one of you was it?” he asks the four men. all eyes turn to the one on the end. shaking his head, lloyd almost laughs. “you thought you could touch my angels things? what a stupid, stupid mistake”

ofc he shoots him before the poor bastard can reply 💕 no one messes with his baby

[lambtotheslaughterr]

The Agenda Today

A Lloyd Hansen Mini Series

PART SEVEN

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 3.2k

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

PART SIX | MASTERLIST | PART EIGHT

12:08 PM

            It had been three days since Lloyd had his way with you. And surprisingly enough, he hadn’t followed through on his end of the deal thus far. The end where after you’re done with Gracie you go to ‘take care of him’, as he so pridefully put. You were relieved that you were spending your days with Gracie, well into the night as well since you would sometimes fall asleep with her. But you never evaded that overwhelming sense that Lloyd would be making up for time lost. Still though, you tried not to think about it too often, instead focusing on Gracie.

            Currently, the two of you were in the kitchenette hut. Another surprise of yours was that Lloyd allowed you a lot of freedom when it came to Gracie. He had Doherty take down a list of items you would need for her: from educational supplies to food to things she could do for fun. For Gracie’s sake you couldn’t have been more happier considering the circumstance. You only hoped that there was an end to it.

            Lunch for today was a salad, strawberries, & grilled salmon. Gracie sat at the table, reading out loud a book from the Magic Tree House series. You listened intently to her sounding out the words as you prepped lunch. Wanda would be proud. Though you weren’t nearly as much of a cook as she had been, you had learned a thing or two in the years you spent working alongside one another. Your heart fell at her memory. You hoped to escape so you could give her son & his family the closure you imagine they were looking for.

            You finished lunch, placing the salmon on a bed of spinach before bringing it all to Gracie. She smiled gratefully, sliding her book away from her, “Ooh.” She giggled, hungrily jabbing a fork into the salmon. You chuckled at her actions.

            When you sat down next to her, staring absent-mindedly at the table, Gracie frowned, swallowing her food before talking, “What’s wrong, _____? Aren’t you hungry?”

            Truth is, you were. Very hungry. But you had no appetite. You knew you should be forcing yourself to eat so you could have strength & energy, & most of the time you did, but in that moment, you couldn’t stomach anything that you made.

            You shrugged, “I’ll eat later. Not very hungry right now.”

            Gracie clearly wanted to say more but left it alone, focusing on her own food. You glanced around then, of course spotting Doherty nearby as he patrolled around the perimeter of the hut. You could see the outline of a gun tucked under his shirt in the back of his pants. He kept his eyes straight ahead as he walked but you could sense that he was watching the both of you in his peripheral. Always.

            You contemplated how you could get him to talk. You had seen very little of Lloyd’s other men, Doherty being pretty much the only man you ever saw. And unfortunately for you, he appeared very tough, strict, dedicated. You recalled how Lloyd told you that his men never did anything without his say. The likelihood that you could win Doherty over was non-existent, that much you knew. Which made your planning for escape that much harder.

            Any plan you had developed anyway had quickly fallen apart. You didn’t know the area, you didn’t have a mode of transportation or a means to contact someone on the outside. It wasn’t like you were trained for anything like this. The only thing you could do was keep you & Gracie alive while being held hostage, & hope an opportunity to escape presented itself.

            A sudden shout of frustration sounded behind you. Both you & Gracie turned to face the appearance of Lloyd as he came stomping out from a nearby tree-line. He wore a tight black top, tucked into cream-colored pants. The way he dressed you could picture him more at a tropical resort rather than a tropical forest. You hoped he was uncomfortable with his choice of attire.

            “Doherty!” He called to the tall blond man.

            You watched as Doherty & Lloyd met halfway in the opening between huts & trees. Doherty never had his back to the two of you as he spoke to Lloyd. From where they stood you couldn’t make anything out. Gracie was watching too. You turned to her, smiling so she wouldn’t worry like you were. You gestured to her plate, “You have eat up as much as you can.”

            She frowned, looking once more at the men, before turning her attention back to her plate. You sighed softly, watching the men in the corner of your eye. Lloyd was angry. Real angry. He spoke in a hushed tone but his face was growing red. Doherty expressionlessly nodded to whatever he was saying. Then Lloyd gestured in your direction. You felt your heart stumble. That couldn’t be a good sign…

            Doherty looked past him, meeting your eyes briefly. Then Lloyd reached into his pants pocket, pulling out what looked to be a set of keys. He then went to walk away before returning back to Doherty, saying something once more. Finally he slipped a large pair of shades onto his face & disappeared in the direction he came from.

            Your stomach churned at what the keys may lead to. And the fact that he gestured to you & Gracie before handing them to Doherty. You had a bad feeling…

            Doherty suddenly appeared to your left, quiet & nimble as always. He stared down at you, cocking his head for you to stand up. You felt your brows furrow, but didn’t dare question him.

            “Gracie.” You announced, gently touching her shoulder, “Bring your food, honey. We’re going back to your hut.”

            Of course, Doherty said nothing as he led the two of you through the trees. It was at the same time that Gracie said something that you noticed it as well.

             “_____, this isn’t the way to my hut.”

            You felt your heart stammer within your chest. But you couldn’t show any fear, not with Gracie depending on you. You swallowed a dry lump, giving her a reassuring smile, one that you knew even she wouldn’t buy, “It’s okay. It’s probably just another hut for the two of us.”

            A minute later, you were unsure if you should’ve been worried or relieved that you had been right. Indeed it was another hut, but unlike the others, this one was much more isolated. The surrounding bush life & trees were much thicker, & further away from the other huts. Doherty stepped up onto the porch, producing the keys he had been given by Lloyd. He unlocked the double doors before stepping to the side.

            “What’s going on?” You questioned, not quite ready to step inside the hut with Gracie without knowing more.

Doherty met your eyes but said nothing, his face remaining the same stoic expression it always carried. You quickly surmised you would get nothing from him.

“Just tell me everything is okay.” You lowered your voice, not wanting Gracie to hear. But your attention was quickly taken over with Gracie racing forward into the hut.

“_____, _____! There’s a swing!”

Forgetting your attempt of getting an answer out of Doherty, you hurriedly followed behind her. Stepping inside, it was clear that this hut was bigger than yours & Gracie’s combined. The bottom floor was black tiled, with a single full size bed in the corner. Around to the right was a small kitchen along the wall & a small table with two chairs. Beyond the kitchen was a set of doors that led to an enclosed opening. It was there that you found Gracie lying happily on a hammock tied between two trees.

“Gracie!” You hissed worriedly, “You cannot run off like that, okay? We’re still not entirely safe.”

She frowned, but nodded, “I know. I just miss playing like this.”

You sighed, mustering a weak smile. As she swung lazily in the hammock, you walked along the edge of the enclosure. The wall was just slightly taller than you, the trees on the other side quite a bit more so. It was eerily private. Even Doherty didn’t follow the two of you in. Peering back inside, you notes the doors to the hut were closed.

“Where’s your food?” You questioned, suddenly realizing that Gracie didn’t have her plate of food anymore, “You need to eat it all.”

“I did.” She responded.

“I’ll be right back.” You told her, “Hollar if you need me, alright?”

Gracie hummed to herself as you went back inside. Just pass the entry doors, you observed her plate of mostly eaten food on the kitchen counter. You opened the fridge, surprised to see plenty of food stocked within. But you wondered just why? A new hut, completely removed from the other huts, plenty of food. It all led you to believe you would be here for quite some time.

Checking on Gracie once more, you ventured through the hut. In your race to follow behind Gracie, you had completely missed a staircase that led to a second floor. Ascending it slowly, you were slightly taken aback to find that it was only an open air balcony, much like the one you had woken up on when you first arrived here. But this one was much smaller. And unlike the other one, you couldn’t see much in any direction. Plant life was much too thick, not allowing you to assess where exactly you were.

Back on the main floor, Gracie still lied on the hammock. You recalled her book, knowing it must have been left behind. Something innate told you that you’d be here for some time & wanted to ensure that Gracie had her things to keep her schedule as on track as possible. Though this was a nightmarish reality, you wanted her to pretend that it was just a temporary home away from home. She needed regularity.

You approached the front doors, going to pull them open when they jolted stiffly. You tried once more. They were locked. You knocked on them loudly.

“Doherty.” You called through the door, knowing he wouldn’t have just left. He was yours & Gracie’s eagle-eyed guard after all. “Doherty, we need Gracie’s things.”

No sound came from the other side, not even a shoe scuffle to signify that he was indeed there. You pressed your ear to the door, listening intently, but still nothing. You groaned softly. Absolutely nothing about the predicament you were in had been ideal in the last couple weeks but being completely isolated, even from the bad guys, didn’t make you feel any better.

Unfortunately, there were no windows that faced the front to aid you in seeing where Doherty was, if he was even nearby. But you couldn’t imagine he had wandered far…

Outside, Gracie was now sitting up in the hammock, a forlorn look on her face.

“Hey, what’s going on?” You asked, placing a comforting hand on her back.

“I miss dad.” She spoke softly, “He hasn’t called.”

“I know, I know.” You agreed, “This isn’t like normal, like what we’re used to. But I’ve spoken to him.”

Gracie glanced up at you wide-eyed, hopeful, “You have?!”

“Yeah.” You smiled softly, trying to forget the last time you had actually seen him over the laptop screen in Lloyd’s bunker, “He’s okay.”

Gracie sniffled, rubbing at her eyes to prevent herself from crying.

“It’s okay, Gracie.” You reminded her, “I know this is scary & you want your dad but this will soon be over. You’ll see him real soon.”

“You promise?” Her voice quivered.

“I promise.” You offered your pinky, which she took, tightening her own small finger around it. “Before you know it, we’ll be back home, & your dad will read to you every night before bed.”

Gracie hugged you then. You wrapped your arms around her, feeling her body shake. You fluttered your eyes closed, picturing the two of you seeing Raj again. How happy Gracie will be, how relieved Raj would be.

You pulled her tighter against, afraid that if you let go too soon, then the dream would disappear, too.

6:48 PM

            It was almost Gracie’s bed time when you heard the creak of the front doors. The bed in the corner was just out of sight. You were sitting on it, waiting for Gracie to finish up in the bathroom off to the right. When the doors creaked open, you stood, automatically standing between the bathroom door & whoever was coming through. But you already had an idea of who it would be…

            As you suspected, Lloyd appeared. But unlike other times he always appeared before you, there was no smile on his face. No, this Lloyd was royally pissed, & it was clear he intended to take it out on you.

            Immediately, you took a step back, “What’s going on?”

            He cocked his head, fast approaching you, a mirthful displeased smirk gracing his lips, “Where’s the brat?”

            You braced yourself against the door, blocking him, though you knew it would likely be futile, “Why?”

            Lloyd easily shoved you out of the way, but not without you yanking on his arms to deter him. He shoved you harder, forcing you to land ungracefully against the side of the bed. The wind had been knocked briefly from you. You stood on shaky legs as he swung the bathroom door open.

            Gracie stood at the sink, her finger in her mouth since there had not been a toothbrush waiting for her. She stared wide-eyed & scared at Lloyd as his large figure filled the doorframe.

            “Lloyd!” Your voice uneven. What was he doing?

            You attempted to squeeze into the bathroom but he held you back with his arm, easily blocking you.

            “Come with me, kid.”

            “What? No!”

            Lloyd harshly grabbed Gracie by the upper arm, dragging her from the bathroom. She began to cry, resisting his pull. When you reached for her, & her you, he threw Gracie over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes.

            “Lloyd, goddamnit!” You screamed after him, “You swore you wouldn’t hurt her!”

            You grabbed the closest thing you could find, which happened to be a candlestick holder on a table at the foot of the bed. Without thought or concern, you chucked it at his back. With a solid thud & clank, it hit Lloyd in the center between his shoulder blades. The candlestick was much heavier than you had anticipated.

            Following your assault though, Lloyd hissed, spinning around quickly. Gracie was like a non-threatening fly on his shoulder, punching him with her little fists as he fast approached you. In a second, he had a vice-like hold on your throat, throwing you up against the nearest wall. You clawed at his hand, feeling the air in your lungs get blocked right away.

            Lloyd glared hotly down at you, “One more fucking thing like that & I’ll break every single one of her fingers.”

            You winced, pleading with your eyes, but you saw that there was no reasoning with his man.

            “Don’t—hurt her.” You managed to force out. Lloyd seethed at you through gritted teeth, “Then don’t make me.”

            With that, he tossed you to the side. You landed painfully on your knees. When he turned on you once again, Gracie stared at you with tear-filled eyes. You nodded at her once, “You’ll be okay, I promise, Gracie!”

            Then Lloyd disappeared with her, the doors slamming shut behind them. And suddenly you were alone, feeling nauseous & helpless.

7:06 AM

            You fought sleep all night, but eventually succumbed to it. It wasn’t until the alarm on your watch that Lloyd had granted you disturbed you, waking you from a deep sleep. You were on the bed, & as your eyes blearily took in your surroundings, you realized Gracie hadn’t come back.

            You quickly rose from the bed, speed-walking to the front doors. You pulled on them, but again they did not give. You knocked endlessly. Pounding & screaming against the doors. Every horror-story scenario flashed through your mind. Gracie trapped in a chair in a bunker. Her body buried in some shallow grave in the forest. Every possible horrible thing that could happen to her flooded your thoughts. You wouldn’t stop pounding on the door until you saw her again.

            You weren’t pounding for much longer when you finally heard distant footfalls. They grew closer, foliage crunching under the steps. You jumped back, blindly finding the candlestick you had thrown at Lloyd the previous night. Raising it to just beside your head, holding it like a baseball bat, you left enough room between yourself & the doors. You didn’t believe in a god, but you prayed mercilessly that Gracie would walk through the door.

            Unfortunately, it was the last person you wanted to see.

            Doherty stood just ahead of you, staring fearlessly at you. Your eyes fell to his hands. He carried no weapon, except for the one you knew to be in the back of his pants.

            “Where’s Gracie?” You questioned, your voice as exhausted as you felt. You held the candlestick tightly, never lowering it.

            Doherty glared at the object before narrowing his eyes at you.

            “I swear I’ll bash your head in. Tell me where she is!”         

            He cocked his head at that, blatantly unperturbed by your threat. But ultimately, he turned his back on you, slowly descending the porch steps, leaving the doors wide open. You frowned. Slowly, you approached. You watched as he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, clearly waiting for you. You held your breath, warily stepping through the threshold.

            There was no one else in sight. Just you & the unsettlingly quiet man.

            You ended up lowering the candlestick, but still held it tightly.

            Following behind Doherty, he began to lead you through the forest. The pit in your stomach continue to churn. It was beginning to become a normal feeling. One that you hoped you would never feel again. But until then…

            As Doherty led you, you began to recognize the surroundings. It wasn’t outright familiar, but you had definitely been there before. It was just before you got to the opening that you knew exactly where you were heading. As Doherty breached the tree-line, you paused in your movement, shaking your head.

            “Tell me where Gracie is or I run off in the trees. I’m fast, & you’ll lose me.”

            Doherty looked at you, shaking his head, “You’re no faster than a bullet.” It was your first time ever hearing his voice, & it was as deeply disturbing as he carried himself to be. His Irish accent was thick, but full of promise.     

            “And we both know you won’t leave without the little girl.”

            You swallowed. He was right. You bit your lip in frustration.

            “Bring the candlestick if you want. Whatever makes you feel safest.”

            With that, he approached the mound you had entered once before. Doherty unlatched the door, swinging it open. You stayed standing still, your breathing coming in uneven pants.

            “Just tell me she’s okay…” You couldn’t help the fearful tears that watered your vision.

            Doherty held the door open wider, his face expressionless.

            And without saying another word, you knew what he was saying—

            There is only one way to find out.

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26 - Choosing What We Want

Part 27

Country Rancher

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Entering the barn I heard voices coming from one of the horse stalls. Removing my hat from my head I sit it on the saddle of my horse walking over towards the voices recognizing Carter and Bree. "What are you two talking about in here?"

"Oh hi momma...nothing important." Bree quickly replied focusing her gaze on me.

Carter removed his hat sitting it on his lap. He was feeding a baby Cafe at the moment before I caught them. "Just feeding her. I think she likes me, Mrs. Dutton."

"Of course she likes you. You're feeding her so she thinks you're her momma." Rip's voices entered the barn tilting his head towards the doorway telling me to follow him. Following after his footsteps I shoved my hands in the pockets of my jeans.

"What's going on, Rip?" I questioned hearing the young teens going back to talking and laughing about something I didn't know. It's been a few days since the party for John becoming governor so we haven't got to talk.

He tipped his hat down following two agents searching for some dead wolves. "I need you to lead the boys today. Also it's Loiyd's birthday." Once he's good I make my way into the bunkhouse seeing the crew already up and ready.

"Hi Y/n, what are you doing here?" Ryan came up with a smile being the first one to say anything.

Placing my light brown hat on my head again Loiyd entered the room where I smiled his direction. "Happy birthday, Lloyd. Let's go Rip put me in charge today." For the most part everything went well. Pulling the reigns on my horse to make it stop I saw my husband standing near his father. Leaving the boys in the field I ride up on them dismounting my horse slowly walking over to them. "Where are the twins. I thought you were picking them up from school?"

"I did. They're inside the house watching TV." Kayce replied leaning his elbows on the fence post beside his father. Standing on the other side of my husband I do the same just looking out at the horizon. "I needed to talk to you and dad about something. So it's actually good your here, darling."

John and I glanced to one another waiting to here what he had to say. We both knew he thinks with his heart most of the time anyhow. "What do you need to discuss with us, son?"

"I've been thinking lately. I can't do both things dad. I can't be livestock commissioner and be here for my family..." Kayce sighed bending his head down with a heavy sigh. Closing my eyes briefly I knew it would only be a matter of time before he made this choice. Even the day he got the job I knew he was against it. "I missed eleven years of Bree's life...I don't want to lose anymore time with her or the twins for that matter. So I  - im giving you this back, dad. It's what I choose to do." He reaches into the pocket of his brown jacket handing him the commissioner badge.

My father in law takes the badge from his son's hands nodding simply. "If that's what you want then we can do that."

"So you're gonna work here with me then, Kayce?" I asked feeling the wind blowing my hair in front of my face. It suprised me a little considering he once told me he would never work for his father.

He intertwined my left hand with his right we lock eyes with each other. "I'm not choosing a job or where it will be. I'm choosing you and our children. For Bree, Tate, Elsa and Dallas." He squeezes his hand in mine leaning forward kissing my forehead. Laying my head against his shoulder the three of us just stood there in silence for a few hours.

Once night had hit everyone was inside the bunkhouse except for me and Kayce. John was inside the main house enjoying the piece. The twins were spending the night over at my parents house with Tate. Bree was in the bunkhouse with Carter. Sitting on the front porch swimg I wrapped a blanket around myself before Kayce sat down beside me. "You shouldn't still be holding regrets over your head about me and Bree. You do know that right?"

"It's hard not too, Y/n. I know we've had the conversation over and over again but I still think about it. I missed her first steps, first words....and here I am now getting to see that all with Elsa and Dallas." He slumped his shoulders removing his hat with a sigh. "I still feel guilty over my mistakes.."

Staring at my husband I hated seeing him like this. I loved him with my heart and I always would no matter what he's done. "Come here, Kayc." I mumbled laying his head on my chest. Resting my chin on top of his head running my fingers through his brown curly hair.

"I never stopped loving you, Y/n..." He mumbled just listening to my heartbeat enjoying when I played with his hair. It was always something that made him feel better.

Kissing his forehead I tilted his chin up so he'd look me in the eye. He blinked away some tears just staring into my eyes now. "I love you too, Kayce. No matter what happened between us. I'll never stop."

Suddenly before anything else could happen we heard everyone come out of the bunkhouse where Ryan waved us over to follow them to wherever they were going. "Y/n, Kayce come on. Beth's buying birthday drinks for Lioyd!" Kayce and I chuckled reluctantly following the cowboy crew to a bar in town. Entering the building I grinned catching sight of Ryan's girl he danced with at John's party.

"Hey Ryan!" Grabbing the back of his shirt pulling him back towards me. He nods following where my index finger was pointing to. The Abby girl was singing on stage with people covering the dance floor. "Go get her cowboy."

He tips his hat to her while she headed towards the bar for a drink smiling at him. "Hey look my cowboys back."

"Care for a drink or a dance?" He asked her with a cheeky grin.

She takes his hand in hers letting him lead her somewhere. "I'll take both."

Picking up my beer from the bartender I take a long sip feeling arms wrap around my waist from behind. "Let's have some fun tonight. For once we have no kids around." Leaning into his touch I giggled letting him tug me onto the dance floor. Resting my hands on his shoulders he put his hands on my hips starting to sway.

"I'm happy you're choosing our family. I never thought we would get to have nights like this again after the attack." I replied leaning up on my toes kissing him slowly. He leans down falling in with the kiss until I heard glass being shattered.

Breaking the kiss I watched my sister in law fighting with a girl with dark brown hair. "Get your fucking hands off me!" She screamed when a bouncer grabbed her by the neck.

"Get your hands off her!" Rip swung a punch towards the other causing the other bunkhouse cowboys and Teeter to start fights around us too. Which only results in the police getting called.

Police officers shoved Beth in the car as I drew my badge from my belt not thinking she should be arrested. "Sir, that's the governor's daughter."

"Put the badge away ma'am. This isn’t a livestock situation." The sheriff responded when I felt Kayce's hand rest on my lower back. My phone started ringing in my pocket so I moved away from my husband.

Pressing the phone to my ear I asked not really sure who would be calling me this late. "Who is this?"

"Y/n, it's John. I got to thinking since Kayce is stepping down. How would you like to be livestock commissioner?" My father in law questioned through the phone. Glancing back to my husband he looked back to me.

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I keep hanging on

Arin learns just how much resilience his teacher has. Lloyd would rather no one worry, especially not his student

Takes place after The Battle of the Second Monastery

When they emerged into the winding hallway that led to the Monastery of Spinjitzu, the first thing Arin did was force himself to look over at his teacher who was pale and unconscious in Zane's arms.

It made his stomach twist uncomfortably; every time he had seen the ninja fight, they were always okay by the end. 

He had heard about the fight against the former Jade princess Harumi where she had teamed up with Lord Garmadon and subsequently brought New Ninjago City to its knees, but he had been too young to remember the events and every fight after that had been successful. He had been given no reason to assume that this one would be no different.

And yet, the current events spiraling around him filled his thoughts with both worry and doubt that they had fully won. ‘You can’t win if not everyone is standing by your side.’

Arin didn’t understand why seeing his teacher so vulnerable and so hurt reminded him of the events of The Merge, specifically being swept away from his parents, but the emerging of that thought forced nausea down his throat with a sudden wave.

He was unable to shake the feeling even when Sora tapped his shoulder which effectively brought him to the task at hand, which happened to be figuring out what to do with several very large dragons.

“Maybe I should go make sure Lloyd is okay.” Arin suggested, only to be shot down quickly by his best friend.

“Nya, Kai and Zane know what to do. We have to make sure all of them,” she stopped to wave her hand in a gesture towards the dragons, “are okay.”

Even though Arin relented quickly, knowing that he would be more helpful with Sora and Wyldfire, he still couldn’t shake the sinking worry that filled his mind and his gut when he thought back to Lloyd’s nearly white face as he let out shallow breaths while being held onto tightly by Zane.

But all he could do was wait on answers.

One Week Later

“Zane, for the last time, I am fine.” Lloyd insisted as he sat on the end of his bed while Zane ran a vital check, “I just got a little dizzy, that’s all. That happens when you’re unconscious for six days.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Zane concluded as he finished running the diagnostic, “but making sure it wasn’t due to what happened before you collapsed is just a precaution.”

“I know,” Lloyd agreed with a nod and wishing that maybe, just maybe, he could go for the rest of his life without having another bone chilling vision like the one he had while freeing the dragons, “can you send Arin in here? I want to make sure he’s okay.”

“Of course,” Zane nodded and started to go to the door before stopping to look Lloyd in the eyes with a mix of admiration and pride, “you’re doing a good job with both of them.”

Lloyd couldn’t do anything but sit there in astonishment as Zane left the room; he knew that he was doing the same amount of teaching and guiding that he did for the other ninja when Krux and Acronix had become the center of their attention years ago, but hearing he was doing a good job, that was new.

He didn’t have a lot of time to focus on that, however, because Arin’s head poked through the door like a small child and he knew that he had to assure his student that he was fine in case they were attacked again before he really was one hundred percent.

“Arin, you can come in,” Lloyd insisted, waiting until the teenager closed the door behind him before asking, “are you okay?”

“Am I- I’m not the one who’s having dizzy spells and passing out because of dragon powers and having terrifying visions-”

“Okay, I get it, I get it,” Lloyd insisted, standing up and walking forward to place his hand on Arin’s shoulder, thankful that the dizziness had passed, at least for now, “take a deep breath, okay? I will be fine.”

“You don’t know that.” Arin protested, but Lloyd just shushed him until he calmed down some before leading him over to sit down on the bed beside him and pulling up his sleeves, hearing Arin gasp.

“All of these, and the ones here,” Lloyd pointed to his torso, “and here,” pointing to his legs, “are all from being a ninja.” Lloyd pulled down his sleeves before looking back at Arin, “I am not saying that to scare you, or to make you more worried about me. I’m saying that because I have been doing this for a very long time and I am always okay.”

“What about when you aren’t?”

“Yeah, there have been some close calls,” Lloyd admitted, his hand subconsciously going to the back of his head and the fight in Kryptarium Prison, “but nothing has gotten me yet; a little bit of dizziness isn’t enough to stop me and it’s definitely not something that you need to worry about.”

“What if it is?” 

“You’ll know if it is,” Lloyd insisted as they both stood up and started to head for the door, “but for now, you need to get back to training.”

“Are you training too?” Arin questioned with a raised eyebrow that reminded him of the many times when Nya was very disapproving of Lloyd’s actions after he had suffered some sort of trauma.

“No, I’ll just be observing. The others would kill me if I tried to train like this.”

“Is it bad that I’m grateful for that?” Arin questioned and Lloyd couldn’t help but smile when he gave his response while holding the door open for both of them to pass through.

“Not at all.”

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I just wanted to say your one decision fic is very interesting. I joy the small detail about Morana looking like a lot like Harumi. Poor Lloyd... your own daughter is the constant reminder of the women who left you heartbroken and deeply traumatized. I have a question about how it happened... the one decision they both made? And why did it happen?

Im glad you like it! The night on the boat after everything that had happened, hormones and emotions were flying around and with poor coping skills those two acted upon it. Harumi kissing him first, but because he didn't know she was The Quiet One yet all he wanted to do was comfort and protect her. So he didn't stop or push her away as things began to go the natural way.

I have for the 18+ readers on A03 this as a fanfic prequel I wrote to set it up. It gets spicy though which is why it's 18+ only.

Here's a taste of it though the non spicy beginning, so yall get a picture of what thoughts were going through his head,

Edit: Decided to add ending that slap of Karma is just too good one of my faves I've written

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The boat floated gently down the current as he stepped away from the wheel locking it in place, Harumi stood by the side hugging herself, tears pricking in her eyes. Lloyd himself didn't know what to do, he hoped his friends were okay, that they'd be reunited soon and maybe Harumi could stay with them, he thought that might be what's bothering Harumi with her adoptive parents gone she'd be homeless,

He turned to speak to the other when she just leapt upon him, desperation in the kiss as Lloyd hummed tasting tears as she cried clawing at his GI he buttoned it showing the white t shirt underneath, he pressed a hand to her lower back murmuring against tear wet lips,

"Easy, easy I have you" before the two rejoined fully Harumi making all sorts of noises (censored for Teen Audiences), she was beautiful to him, he wanted to treasure and take care of her

He wanted to comfort her in anyway possible,

Aftermath

Lloyd only curled up beside her, both clinging to the other

"Sorry" he slurred an apology

"Its fine, just stay don wanna be alone, no quietness,"

The master of energy wrapped an arm around her, murmuring promises that she wouldn't be alone

Unfortunately for him unknowingly she was on a one way course to shattering that promise. For now the pair of the curled up tight Lloyd throwing the blankets over them and promptly falling asleep

For Harumi one could say no protection and writers getting karmatic justice lead to what she received after the encounter, just a few months later she would be staring at a test, that One Decision had left her eventually with the crashing cold and numbing realization she was pregnant.

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Birdcage, Chapter 7

Hellfire

Pixal stands before the entrance to the medbay, trying to quell her nerves.

She knows full well that Morro is in no state to fight, but part of her wonders how much is an act. She remembers how manipulative he was before. Pixal is not one to forget.

As far as she's concerned, her home is now enemy territory, and Morro is the enemy.

She puts a hand on the hilt of her sword and pushes the door open, standing to the side in case Morro tries something.

When nothing happens, she peeks around the doorframe.

She sees her quarry.

Morro faces towards the window. He's slumped, half-asleep.

Pixal silently creeps closer, keeping her steps light as she sneaks up on her enemy. She only needs to get close enough to-

"I can hear you, you know."

Pixal curses quietly. Morro only appeared to be sleeping, and a quick scan would have revealed that he is anything but.

"My apologies. I thought you were asleep."

Morro -- who has yet to face her -- laughs dryly.

"Sitting up? Not likely."

"I'll have you know that I've seen the ninja do things stranger than fall asleep sitting up," Pixal retorts. "Now turn around so I may see your face."

Morro pauses at that, seemingly puzzled.

"Why?"

"I'll tell you once I confirm your identity."

"And if I don't turn around?"

Pixal draws her sword and presses the blade against the side of Morro's neck.

"Then I will slit your throat before you have the chance to stand."

Morro huffs. He stands and finally faces Pixal, spreading his arms with a wince.

"You could have killed me whenever you wanted to. Go ahead. I'm not picky about funeral rites, so you can probably just dump me in a river somewhere."

Pixal presses her mouth into a thin line as she runs the scan.

Why is this person so adamant on dying?

The scan completes, and she hums.

"Well, you don't seem to be an Oni."

Morro's eyes widen, then narrow in suspicion.

"Where did you learn that word," he growls. Pixal -- who had turned to leave after completing the scan -- looks back.

"That is not my place to say."

What was supposed to de-escalate the situation only makes Morro angrier.

"You tell me where you heard that word, or I'll-"

Pixal lunges, flipping over Morro's head to land behind him. She twists his arm behind his back and forces him to the ground.

"You are being detained. Please do not resist."

Morro snarls.

"You bitch. You're Pixal, aren't you. The girl robot."

"I am a nindroid."

"Whatever. Now tell me where you learned that word!"

Pixal only wrenches his arm farther. Morro screams as his ribs are strained.

"What- Pixal!"

She calmly turns her gaze to the door, where Lloyd looks on in shock.

"Please return to your room, Lloyd. He is being detained." She says, ignoring how Morro froze upon hearing Lloyd's voice.

"Not until you tell me what's going on," Lloyd rebels. Morro uses this as a chance to scream some more.

"She won't tell me where she heard that word!"

"What word?" Lloyd asks.

"Oni!" Morro screeches before Pixal can stop him. Lloyd visibly recoils, but quickly schools his expression into something resembling boredom.

"Why don't you ask Uncle Wu?"

"Oh! He is not here," Pixal says. "I had assumed that he told you before leaving. He left for the Library of Domu an hour ago."

"What about the others?"

"They left just before Wu. They mentioned that they were going to Dr. Julien's lighthouse and should be back by tomorrow."

Lloyd groans and covers his face.

"Of course they left me. Didn't even tell me that they left. Of course."

"If it makes you feel any better," Morro grumbles from the floor, "I don't want to be stuck here either."

"Shut up," Pixal snaps.

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"Morro, shut up." Lloyd orders. "Pixal, get off of him."

Pixal huffs in annoyance, but lets Morro get to his feet, offering a hand. Morro ignores her, holding his ribs as he staggers towards Lloyd.

"Tell me how you learned about Oni," he demands. Lloyd raises an eyebrow.

"No. If you excuse me, I'm going back to my room."

Morro runs after Lloyd, but stops just within the doorway, shrieking half-hearted threats down the hallway. Pixal shakes her head.

It's going to be a long day.

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@ninocence x

It was gratifying to see a smile out of the girl, even if it was small and shy. The kid had been through enough shit already, she deserved good times and Linus was personally going to make sure that happened. Or else. And while Nino certainly seemed surprised to see him, she didn’t seem as excited as a kid her age should be after being handed a bag of sweets. Honestly, she seemed kinda nervous...or something?

“Mad? At you...?” Linus asked, something in his chest sinking a bit at the question. There had been more than enough to get pissed about recently, and while those fires hadn’t dimmed much for Linus despite how things were now beyond his ability to affect, he didn’t really associate Nino with any of it. “‘Course not, sis! I’ve been missin’ the hell outta ya!”

It was one of the few things that Linus and Lloyd had ever fought about. Linus wanted to go back for Ninoa after everything was over. Lloyd didn’t think it was safe for her to do so. He’d called bullshit on that immediately, but...even he knew they weren’t in a great position at the time. But fuck that, honestly. For all the aimless wandering they’d done, where was the big risk that would have put Nino in too much danger with them around?! It would have been one more mouth to feed, and that was all! They could have done that! They would have figured it out!

But whatever. What’s done is done, and right now, Nino was here and so were they. He finally had most of what remained of his family in one place, and he was going to die before he let anything change that.

He grinned, ruffling a hand through Nino’s hair. “Naw, couldn’t stay mad at you! ‘Sides, you got the job finished the right way. ‘M jus’ sorry I wasn’t there to watch ya kick the snot out of that troll.” It shouldn’t have been left up to her, and some group of spoiled Lycian nobles, to take care of anyway. The fact that Nino had been put through that at all, had that weight on her shoulders, and they hadn’t been there to help her? Linus hated it.

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Formal, favourite and alternative for your dropout ocs please and thank you

ty @unitedindistaste <33! Asks taken from here.

formal: What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

This is hard because I had No Thoughts about their formal styles. Can they even do formal styles? I feel they were forced to when they were younger, and both were intent Not To for various reasons as they got older. I gave it a go, not fully satisfied and this may change but:

Hayden: I feel Hayden is still, of course, very masc. Very stud aest in particular. Like, this is specific. They're a black queer woman, they're from New York. So this matter. This likely influenced them a lot growing up, even despite having spent time in Cali. I don't see Hayden as overly fancy. Probably a button down and some nice pants, maybe a jacket that they take off. The button down is upon [something like the left]. HOWEVER, I feel that's for like regular formal. Like you going to mass or you're just going some place, an interview. But for something fancy, if they must, I do see simple but more colorful. Like the right [but sans hats]

I also like this for Hayden. A part of me says she does MORE, but I think MAYBE it is in terms of patterns not so much as pieces [Like I don't see her with ties/bow ties, and probably not vests. And her casual outfits are more out there in sillyness rather than STYLE.] I like this too.

Lloyd: I see Lloyd defaulting to just black, lmao. It's simple. It looks nice. It looks mysterious and even he can say he looks hot like that.

I feel for the first outfit, he could wear it like that. But he'd prefer a darker colored shirt. OR he could go with a sweater instead of the jacket, and again a darker colored button down. The second outfit is perfect for him. He could go for the third, probably. But it would again have to be darker. I feel he can go for lighter colors when casual but for some reason formal makes him feel more shy? So something that could make him blend it in would be best.

favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What's the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe?

Lloyd LOVES sweaters, lmao. He also, I feel still has a scrunchie Uma gave him. He probably has a few that he 'stole' from her. I feel a couple are threadbare but there are some he is very careful with. There are special occasion scrunchies. [He is so obsessed with them. Uma run for your life.] I feel he could probably have something of Travis [Travis run for your life wqer lmao], but I don't see Travis giving pieces of himself as freely. But if he did, it would probably one thing unlike Uma, and he would wear it a lways BUT also be careful with it. [Travis would be so mad about this ROFLMAO. Gonna make Lloyd cry.]

Hayden: I feel Hayden is less sentimental but I feel maybe something Maude got for her when she came out. Maybe a chain necklace?

alternate: What would your OC's alternate universe look be? If they're a fantasy character, what's their modern look? If they're sci-fi, what's their fantasy look? What AU would you want to see your OC in, and how would they dress themself? Bonus: Prompt an AU!

Hrm. I say. Since tthey're modern and I love a good fantasty, let me do a fantasy look. I also don't know what AU I'd like to see them in. I think Lloyd could do well in a Noir or a thriller. And Hayden something light and fun, either like a sci-fi fantasy like Atlantis or the Treasure Island or one of the ones wher eyou're sent to a muppet/cartoon world. As for how thwy would dress themselves -- this question as too many questions, so we're gonna skip that.

I feel Hayden in a fantasy [maybe bc I'm on bg3] would dress like more somber bard. Maybe something like a ranger in color but with a touch of flair? Maybe a pirate! Maybe like this or this.*

For the boy ... I think Lloyd would be somethink Monk-like but with darker colors? Like this [a touch less fancy and without the shawl] or this.

*funnily I feel Flint would seem to be more where Lloyd would lean but I think Rackham would better suited for Lloyd. The jewlery, the slouchy queerness. Flint is def masc queer woman material llmao.

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Atelier Frixi Opening

Okay so I add this item...-drip- then stir, not too fast though and just a couple times. Then I add this pieces of grass.....then pour in some of this liquid....not too much at once! Then back to stirring....okay Frixi don't mess it up -knock, knock- (Frixi) "Oh come in". It was Nina ugh hope she doesn't want to drag me on some new adventure. (Nina) "Hey um Frixi wanna go fight some monsters?" (Frixi) "I um am busy alchemizing.....-BOOM-. Aw man....I got distracted and forgot to carefully stir till the item was done. (Frixi) "-Sigh- I guess I can come now since I just wasted a bunch of ingredients!". (Nina) "Shouldn't you clean the place first?" (Frixi) "It will be fine" I took a couple of my finished items. I wasn't very good at fighting but I knew how to make a few offense based items. The two of us walked outside of town and into some nearby woods, it was very quiet. (Nina) "Watch out Frixi some monsters try to lure you into a false sense of security!" I felt nervous......then I noticed they were all just asleep!

(Frixi) "Hey um they are just asleep so wanna attack them now" she gave me an angry glance. (Nina) "Of course not....attacking a defenceless opponent would be cowardly!" (Frixi) "Nina they are monsters they would happily attack us if we were defenceless!". She frowned.....(Nina) "Yeah but I need combat experience....a sleeping opponent wouldn't help". Hmm that gave me an idea what if we woke one up, (Frixi) "How about we do this Nina...". She agreed to the plan, I set off a bomb to see if the explosion would wake them up. -BOOM-....no they are still asleep but how....-ROAR-. -Gulp- what was that? I turned around and saw a bigger monster and it was charging at us, (Nina) "Frixi get behind me" she charged at it but it sent her flying back. I rummaged through my bag....I didn't have time to throw another bomb. -Thump- n...no way the monster fell down in front of me it had an arrow in it!

(???) "Are you okay?" I heard the voice from above and saw some guy in a tree! (Frixi) "Yeah thank you so much for saving us from that monster..." he looked disappointed. (???) "Next time don't do something so reckless, hmm do you know where I can find Firsport". (Frixi) "Oh yeah just take that exit and head left when you get out and you should find a sign and the path into the port". He thanked me and left.....I gave Nina some medicine...."Nina are you okay?" (Nina) "Y..yeah ugh I still need a lot more training". I filled her in on what happened and how lucky we were to of survived, if it wasn't for that archer guy. (Nina) "I don't know about that...I think someone used some sort of sleeping powder on the monsters here". (Frixi) "Oh yeah there is still some remains...think it was that guy?" She nodded and clenched her fist. (Nina) "I bet he purposely was trying to bring out that monster....anyone could of gotten hurt by his plan!" I guess she was right but he did save us.

We made our way back to town but along the way we bumped into a group of men who were heading towards the forest. I was curious about them but needed to get home in case my brother was there. I went back into my room and he was there cleaning. (Frixi) "Um Lloyd I'm sorry it happened again" he let out a big sigh. (Lloyd) "I agreed to let you set up this workshop if you could get used to alchemising. But you keeping making a mess". (Frixi) "I know it's just Nina asked me.." he stopped me, (Lloyd) "If you want to get better you need to tune out distractions. I'am not saying this to hurt you it's just skills like your need to be tuned!" (Frixi) "Yeah like you and blacksmithing" we both laughed and shared some memories about his early projects. I helped him finish up the cleaning and we ate dinner before going to bed!