9teen, uni student, British, Steve Harrington’s side piece, Lloyd Garmadon enthusiast, Peter Parker’s sidekick, ninjago oc author, hopeless romantic, lover of pink.
I have decided fantasy (specifically romantasy) and fantasy au’s need more fake dating plots.
So like if anyone has any romantasy books with a fake dating plot with zero love triangles in it then please do let me know 🤭
(Every book I’ve read only have a slither of fake dating, like no I want it full on. I want the touches that are meant to be for show but linger, I want the kisses to keep up appearances but they go on for too long, I want the line between reality and pretending to be blurred and the main characters don’t know what to do)
Currently going through an obsession with The Shepherd King duology, I’m on book two, don’t be surprised if I ramble about it :)
don’t also be surprised if I write a Robin Hood inspired fic for Lloyd x reader.
Or that I am hopelessly into Ravyn and Elm (these two men currently have me in a chokehold, book two is making me VERY happy)
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In Which — You think the next progression of your relationship with Lloyd is sex, but the idea of it scares you, and you do not know what to do. Inspired by swu by Bella Kay
A/N — Hello! This is the most personal oneshot I’ve ever written and I hope that anyone who has a fear of intimacy or identity as asexual feel validated that your feelings matter, and that is is okay to fear what is unknown. There is so much more that I want to say, but this authors note would get too long.
WC — 5k
TW — Talks about sex, explicit language, non-sexual half nudity (reader is in undergarments)
MDNI (Minors do not interact), I know this post does not explicitly show the characters getting intimate but I would rather not have minors read about overthinking intercourse as it can get quite graphic in words.
!dividers below by @/diviniyae!
You wanted to have sex with Lloyd.
That was the natural progression of any relationship, go from kissing, to more kissing and more exploring, to the last base of them all sex.
You and Lloyd have kissed, numerous times, the actual amount wouldn’t even be able to be counted to, and you’ve made out once or twice, hands remaining in respectable positions.
It was only right that now you show your upmost devotion to him, and that just happens to be through sex.
And you had no clue what to do.
Well, you know small parts to it.
You know protection in the form of condoms needed to be used, you know there are different ways to do sex, you know where he has to go.
And you know for the first time it is meant to hurt.
You leant that through your friends, all of them openly talking about their sexual experiences with cheeky grins and a gleam in their eyes. All of them being quite vulgar in their choice of words.
So you know what happens during it, the supposedly sexy words, the heated kisses, the actual intimacy.
Your friends just never disclosed what led up to sex. What was the transition of turning the other on to doing the deed.
You leant your head back in your chair with a groan, your mind racing to think of what scenarios could be done to entice a horny Lloyd to the bedroom.
The first idea that came was merely asking him, going up to him and saying “Do you want to have sex?”. The idea was simplistic and for a brief moment you liked it, it was straightforward and gave you an answer.
Then you realised how unattractive it sounded.
How unattractive you sounded just asking for intimacy, and when you did ask where would it go afterwards?
Would you be cordial the whole time? Awkwardly asking for everything and being stuck standing, wondering what is meant to happen next?
Would he realise he didn’t want you in that kind of setting and back out.
Would he start to view you in a different light, one that doesn’t equal the supposed attractiveness of intimacy, but instead repulsed over the fact you failed at being casual during it.
The second idea was what you think is some sort of foreplay, enticing him in with a lingerie, making him hot and bothered as he stared at you, wanting to touch you but your not allowing him.
The scenario itself sounded like something from a vanilla porn movie, so it must’ve been the right idea.
There were only two problems with that idea, you know nothing about the sexiness of foreplay and you do not own any lingerie.
Though, perhaps the lingerie could be substituted with your bra and underwear. There would still be little left for the imagination and he’ll still be able to take it off.
The last idea that entered your brain was to hide. Not some sort of intimate fantasy where you hide and he seeks you with the rewards of hot and hard sex afterwards. But actual hiding.
Concealing yourself in some realm far away from here with only books to keep you company. So you can immerse yourself into a world not like your own, where the sex scenes fades to black and you never have to know what the characters did together.
You wanted to hide in a world where you could read about mythical creatures, characters going on adventures together, sentient animal sidekicks.
In that world you wouldn’t have to worry about the prospect of being intimate.
But your not in some fantasy world where if you didn’t want to read a smut scene you could merely skip over chapters, or select books that don’t include those types of scenes.
You couldn’t turn over a page and be done with it. You had to face it.
Blankly staring at your desk, you decided to choose the second idea, you just had to make a few tweaks to it.
You never realised just how many unattractive bras you owned.
It had never been a thought process to buy a bra for the seek of being attractive over everyday use and comfort.
To you, it was clear that all of the ones in front of you were bought out of comfort, and wouldn’t be deemed as an item that would turn someone on.
Sighing you pressed your hands into your face, hoping that maybe if you pressed them hard enough that when you lowered them, you’d have a fresh set of bras that looked attractive.
The scene in front of you remained the exact same.
Your arms fell to your side at the exact moment you heard your front door open. Your eyes widened at the sound, your eyes moving to the clock on your bedside table.
Five pm on a Tuesday. Date night.
You didn’t realise how much time you had let pass, you had promised yourself you’d be ready before Lloyd arrived. That you’d have the perfect romantic night of intimacy planned and prepared.
“Hi my love!” Lloyd called out in greeting, placing his keys (your spare keys that you gave to him) down “I picked us up some takeout on the way here, thought we could have a chill date tonight”
The thought of him driving through the city to grab the two of you take out brought a smile to your lips, that smile fell when you remembered you were knelt in front of all your bras.
“Shit” you muttered under your breath, quickly placing the ones you had taken out back into the draws.
“My love?” Lloyd spoke again, his footsteps moving closer and closer to the bedroom.
Loudly you hummed, a sound that to you was tense “I’m here, just..” you trailed off and continued doing your job “busy..I’ll be out shortly”
“Do you need some help?” He asked standing directly outside your door. You mentally gave yourself a pat on the back over the fact you closed the door.
“No!”
You could already imagine the confused expression that had crossed Lloyd’s face, it was mostly likely now transforming into a concerned one.
“I mean, five seconds!” You harshly closed the draw, rushing to stand up from the floor.
For a moment you stood in front of the drawer, your hand slowly moving to the bottom of your shirt.
Was now a good time for some sort of foreplay? To allow your shirt to hike up, exposing your body in an attempt at seducing him into the bedroom.
Did you need to do anything special with your hair and makeup? Was not waterproof mascara recommended so you got the fucked good look afterwards.
Or were you meant to look softer? To instead of looking fucked to look loved up, was there a better outcome?
Are you meant to be getting fucked or loved?
Lloyd gently knocking brought you out of your mental rant “My love, are you sure everything is okay?”
No. Everything was most definitely not okay. But you couldn’t let him know that.
Hesitantly you removed your hand from the bottom of your shirt, you’ll perform the foreplay later. You’ll seduce him when your not slowly entering a panic.
“Yeah, everything is okay” You stepped towards the door, finally opening it and seeing your beloved.
Lloyd was stood in front of you, a clear bag of takeout in his hands. There was no GI in sight, only a sweater and trousers.
When he spotted you, he warmly smiled at you. Would he smile at you like that if you were half naked?
How would he even look at you? Would you see hunger in his eyes, his supernatural instincts taking over wanting to make you his more than you actually are.
Or would he look disgusted at seeing your body, trying to disguise it with affection but ultimately falling out of love with you.
Your smile wavered, Lloyd noticed instantly.
“Bad day..?” He lifted his free hand to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking along the skin.
You wanted to bitterly laugh in response, you wished it was just a bad day. You wished you could actually place the blame onto something. To blame your job, some stranger who annoyed you during the day, a shopping mishap.
There was no escape goat for you to use, it was all you.
“You could say that” You lied, tilting your head in the opposite direction to his hand. You could still feel the familiarity of his touch, but you didn’t want to melt into it.
Lloyd leant forward to press a kiss to your forehead “Then let me take care of you..”
You blinked at him, forcing yourself to smile in appreciation.
Would he say those words to you, when your naked in bed, completely at his mercy, waiting to see what he’ll do.
Would he whisper those words when you can barely function, your body hurting after losing your virginity, torn between crying and fulfilled.
What is even the proper response after sex? Is the partner meant to take care of you, or are no words exchanged as you leave to pee and take in the mess that was now left behind.
What would the mess look like?
Your friends never disclosed what happened after sex, only what occurred during.
You loudly swallowed in hopes it’ll drown out your thoughts “Thank you Lloyd..”
Lloyd gave your forehead another kiss and brought you in for a hug, your head resting against his shoulder.
You closed your eyes into the hug and made a decision that you promised yourself you wouldn’t regret.
After dinner, you were having sex with Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon.
Even if the thought terrified you.
Your thoughts were an endless whirlwind as you spent time with your boyfriend.
Every little thing he did, you wondered would that remain during intimacy.
Would he still hold your waist during it? Would the touch remain light or would it be harsh, reminding you of his presence.
Would his kisses change? Would they be slow and steady or would they be heated, a rush of teeth and tongue that was supposedly meant to feel good.
During dinner your thoughts became louder, the invisible timer to the inevitable starting to run out.
Had you bought the right condoms? Were there even a right kind of condom, sure you knew there were different sizes. You awkwardly found that out as you pretended not to browse the selection, silently praising the fact self checks existed.
What size was Lloyd?
You wanted to cover your face in embarrassment at the thought, he was sitting directly opposite you, smiling as he recounted a funny moment during training with the ninjas. And here you were, trying to imagine to size of his dick.
What if he had an abnormally sized on, would it still fit? Would he fit inside you? Would it hurt more if the size is bigger? Would it result in more blood?
You almost shuddered at the thought, you really did not want it to hurt, you didn’t want to bleed and be in pain. But according to everyone that was the normal.
Pain supposedly equals pleasure.
But how could to drown out the pain to make him feel good?
“[Name]?” Lloyd’s hand settled ontop of yours, you instantly jolted at the unexpected feeling then wanted to scream at yourself.
“Sorry” You apologised, lowering your gaze to the table, eyeing your uneaten food “Sorry, I was just..lost in thought”
“Would talking help?” He brushed his thumb along your knuckles, offering comfort, you appreciated the gesture.
You would rather not talk to him about how your overthinking the size of his dick.
“It’s okay” You dismissed with a shake of your head, staring at your food one last time before deciding you had lost your appetite “I’m gonna head to the toilet real quick”
Lloyd mouthed the word okay, giving your hand a squeeze them let it go.
You rushed out of the room as if everything was burning down. To you, it was.
Why did you have to overthink this? It was just intimacy, no one else was making a big deal about it. Everyone talks about it like it’s normal, sex it is normal.
It is a normal humanly function and all you needed is to get out of your head and find the pleasure.
You decided to take a detour to the bathroom, arriving to your bedroom. You hesitated in front of the door before opening it.
Exhaling through your nose, you glanced around. Your room certainly wasn’t movie quality sex scene material, but you doubted any room could actually look like that.
Slowly you stepped to your mirror, staring at your reflection.
You didn’t think you looked desiresble, especially not right now, how was one meant to look before being fucked?
You side stepped to your vanity, grabbing out the two necessities you thought you’d need. Non-waterproof mascara and lipstick. With the two makeup items in hand you returned to the mirror, deciding to do your mascara first.
Your hands shaked as you moved the brush to your eyelashes, doing gentle strokes along your lashes. You watched as the mascara started to make your eyelashes bunch together, the noticeable became more and more with every stroke.
But that’s what you wanted. That’s what every main character looked like moments before sex, it made them look desireable to their love interest.
You wanted to be desirable to your own love interest.
Once you decided the mascara looked enough, you moved onto the lipstick, glancing down at the shade that was once again meant to make you look seductive.
You parted your lips as you brushed the lipstick on, pressing them together to make the colour more presentable.
When you placed both makeup items down, you returned your gaze to the mirror. While you looked ready facial wise, your body was yelling a different story.
If anyone caught sight of your face they would be ready for intimacy, following you into the bedroom, preparing to ravish you. If they glanced down those feelings would instantly disappear.
Nervously, you began to lift your shirt up, careful to avoid ruining your makeup. The next to go were your trousers, and finally you were left standing there in your bra and underwear.
You blinked at your reflection in the mirror.
You should’ve been smiling to yourself, excited about what to come next. You should’ve been bouncing to the bed, settling yourself down in a sexy position and hollering Lloyd over.
That wasn’t how you felt, you didn’t feel all those thoughts rush out of your head, you didn’t start to rush to the bed, you didn’t start to feel giddy.
The thoughts only intensified, because now it felt real.
You were stepping into a world you were unfamiliar with, you had no map to direct you, no instruction guide to follow, no written foreshadowing that made you know that everything would be okay.
You didn’t know if everything would be okay, you didn’t know if everything would change in one single night, you didn’t full know what you expect.
You didn’t want to know.
But you had gotten this far, you were already partially undressed and had makeup on.
You gave yourself one last look in the mirror, uncertain if it was one of reassurance or your fight or flight activating.
Whichever it was, it forced you towards the bed, your footsteps sounding louder than they actually were. Slowly you settled yourself onto the bottom of the bed.
“Baby!” You called out, your voice sounded confident, like you knew exactly what you were doing. Your legs on the other hand were anxiously bouncing.
Lloyd’s reply was instant, he was already standing from the table “Yes my love?”
Now was your moment, to fulfil the next step of the relationship. You ignored how your legs continued to bounce, your shaking hands resting ontop of them.
“Can you come here, I have something to show you”
While you didn’t get a verbal response, you could hear his footsteps approaching, the noise becoming a constant echo in your ear the closer he became.
You adjusted your position, trying to push any thought entering your mind out.
You didn’t want to think whether you’ve shaved well enough or not.
You didn’t want to think whether you picked the correct colour bra or underwear or not.
You didn’t want to think of you needed to change your hairstyle or not.
You didn’t want to think how much it might hurt.
Your thoughts were silenced when Lloyd appeared in the doorframe, his eyes widened at the sight of you, half naked on the bed.
All for him.
This was all for him, for the thriving relationship, this was the natural progression of a loving couple.
Lloyd’s face became flushed, it was clear your appearance was effecting him, that he likes what he see’s. That’s good, that was the ideal reaction you wanted.
He smiled at you as his gaze traced your undergarments, appreciating what his view was. His eyes halted at your legs, they hadn’t ceased their nervous twitching.
You watched as the flush in his face lightened and his eyes returned to the respectable position of your face.
“We really don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to” Lloyd reassured, remaining in the doorframe, not even daring to walk closer.
You stared upsettingly at him, of course you wanted this, this was the much needed progression.
“I do” You nodded at him, shifting your legs to try and get them to stop their frantic movements “I’m just..a little bit nervous”
“About?” He tilted his head, and you assumed it was so obvious why you were nervous.
“Because it’ll be..you know..our first time” You thought you would’ve sounded more excited saying that sentence, but inside you only felt dread “I would think you’d be nervous about it too”
“I am” Lloyd nodded instantly “I just need to know you actually want this”
You wanted to chuckle under your breath, but instead you scoffed “I wouldn’t be half naked and dolled up if I didn’t”
“That doesn’t mean consent” Your lover stepped into the room, but didn’t move closer to you, he remained near the wall. Giving you space “And saying you want sex compared to feeling it, are completely different”
“I’m ready, both ways” You countered, frustration slipping into your tone.
You didn’t imagine this to be the foreplay, disagreeing with Lloyd over whether your ready or not. Unless it’s sexy to start intimacy through a disagreement?
“That’s not what your body language is saying” He gestured to your body, once more going bright faced at your lack of clothes.
You rolled your eyes at him “Your reading way too much into it, it’s just nerves”
“[Name]..” Lloyd whispered, the voice along rendering you silent, you lowered your eyes at the use of your name.
Lloyd stared down at you, and moved across the room, lowering himself in front of you, his hand resting against the mattress directly beside your bare knee.
“We don’t have to have sex today [Name]” He meet your gaze with a reassuring smile,
“But I have too..” You muttered, lifting your legs into the bed, pushing your head into your thigh, wanting to hide yourself from this embarrassing reality.
“You don’t..”
“I do” You tore your gaze to his, narrowing your eyes, the same eyes that were filling with tears you’ve been keeping back for days. Maybe even years “It’s the natural progression of everything, it’s literally the normal in every relationship. Every couple has sex and every couple enjoys it..so that means I have to enjoy it”
Lloyd stared back at you for a few silent moments, his mind racing to figure out what to say “You shouldn’t want to have sex all because it’s the right thing to do..”
“Then when?” You loudly argued “When am I meant to want it? How am I meant to know I want it? How am I meant to know how to initiate it, to look sexy during it, to not fear it, to not have to question whether I’ll still look attractive to you after it, to know what I’ll like and won’t like, to know how to behave afterwards”
The tears properly spilled during your words, your mascara running down your face. You wanted to have ruined mascara due to the intense satisfaction of intimacy, not because your actually upset.
Lloyd brushed away your tears “We learn them together. We learn what we like, we learn how we initiate it, we learn what we do afterwards and you’ll always be sexy to me..no matter what”
You metely stared at him, already knowing his effort to wipe your tears away were useless with how quickly they were flowing.
You let out a small hiccup sob and leaned forward, leaning into him for a hug. Lloyd caught you instantly, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your temple adoringly.
“It scares me Lloyd..” You whispered, feeling the sudden relief of saying what you actually thought be lifted from your shoulder.
“Why does it scare you?” He softly asked, tilting his back to look at you, briefly glancing to make sure you were comfortable on the bed.
“It’s supposed to hurt” You uttered “How can something that is meant to bring pleasure cause pain..? How can bleeding mean being in love..?”
“Oh, My love..” He pressed another kiss to your temple.
“Everyone says that sex is enjoyable, but how can it be when I have something inside me..stretching me out and doing something that I physically cannot imagine how it’ll feel”
Lloyd held you tighter, your face resting against his shoulder as your tears stained his sweater. You hoped the mascara would wash out of his sweater.
“How can I enjoy something where I have the possibility of getting hurt..” You whispered, sighing into his shoulder when his hand rubbed up and down your back.
You felt naked, completely bare in front of him, even though you still had your undergarments on.
“How can I focus on the ‘pleasure’ when all I’ve ever heard about are the negatives” You closed your eyes, hating the feeling of your mascara sticking to your skin.
Who had made the decision that heaps of mascara was the equivalent of looking sexy.
Lloyd gently shushed you, bringing you closer with a firm touch of his hand “I’ve got you [Name]..I’ve got you..”
You opened your eyes and focused on a wall, there wasn’t anything exciting about it, just a plain part of your room that was bare of decoration.
Was that what people do during sex? Focus on something else so they didn’t overthink the unpredictability of it all. You didn’t want to force yourself to stare out into oblivion.
“What if…what if I never want it Lloyd..” You quietly questioning, finally saying the words that have been building up in your chest for years.
Could you ever silence the thoughts, ignore the intense sex stories, filter out the negatives and actually do what needed to be done?
And if not, did that mean your relationship is doomed?
“Then we won’t do it” Lloyd did not hesitate with his answer, to him it was the only one that existed.
Your gaze moved from the wall to your lover, surprised by the understanding “But what if you want to..?”
“You matter so much more” He softly smiled at you, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours, his nose brushing against you “We might have sex one day, or we might not. Our relationship will never change, no matter the outcome”
You shakily sighed, your breath ghosting against his lips “It’s meant to be the next step..”
“The next step for what? What would it prove?” Lloyd questioned, raising his hand to delicately touch your cheek.
“That we’re compatible”
“We are compatible”
“I don’t know, everyone says that it’s meant to prove that couples are compatible or something similar” You defended, leaning your head back from his slightly.
Your friends never explained to you what being compatible in the bedroom meant.
“Well I think whoever said that is wrong, why should intimacy prove compatibility?” Lloyd countered with a small smile, his thumb stroking your cheek. Instead of leaning away, you melted into the touch.
Your lover’s smile widened at your action and he added “Besides, I think we’re pretty intimate with each other”
You blinked at him, the mixture of mascara stained tears and bewilderment were a stark contrast to one another on your face.
“What?”
Lloyd leant forward, his lips hovering in front of yours, as his eyes glanced down to them, the silent ask for him to kiss you. Your answer was meeting him in the middle for a chaste kiss.
You couldn’t exactly understand why he choose that moment to kiss you, but you could never deny the touch.
When the kiss swiftly ended, he smiled at you “See, that was intimate”
“It was just a kiss” Your own smile grew on your lips as you leant back, a brief shiver running down your body.
“Kissing you is always intimate” He whispered, eyes lingering on your face, his eyelids closing slightly. Pure adorable explored his face “So is hugging you, holding you, talking to you. Everything we do is intimate..”
You felt the butterflies swarm your stomach, fighting with your intestines to be let free. To swarm around the room and show to Lloyd just how much his words had affected you.
“Even just sitting together..?” You questioned, your fingers moving to brush a strand of blond hair out of Lloyd’s face.
“That most intimate of them all” He pressed a ghost of a kiss to your lips, smiling into it as he did so.
You were positive you were melting into a puddle at the sheer softness of his actions.
You let out a small chuckle and properly leant back, looking down to remember that you were partially naked and Lloyd was fully dressed in front of you.
Embarrassed you gathered the courage to do another quiet chuckle under your breath “I probably look rather silly right now..”
“You look stunning” He quickly replied, his gaze diverting down to see the goosebumps forming on your arms “A very cold stunning, but still breathtaking”
You crossed your arms over your chest with a glance down. Without prompting Lloyd stood up to your wardrobe, opening the draws in search of a pair of comfy clothes for you to wear.
You leant back slightly on the bed, happy to merely watch him search to provide you some warmth. Occasionally his gaze fell back to you, each time without fail he gave you a smile.
Each smile made you want to move closer and closer to him.
Eventually, he found a long sleeved shirt with pyjama trousers and he made his way back to you.
You expected for him to place them beside you, to say that he’ll wait for you outside whilst you changed. He did not.
“Can you stand up for me, my love?” He gently asked, placing the shirt onto the bed but kept the trousers in his hands.
You stated up at him with wide eyes, but slowly does as he obliged. Standing up for him and watching as he lowered himself to the ground, still holding the trousers.
“What are you doing?” You abruptly questioned, looking down at him and debating whether you should cover yourself with yohr arms or keep them at your sides.
So far the secret third option was winning, grab all of your clothes and hide whilst you changed.
“What I said I’d do earlier, take care of you” He rested the trousers in front of you, lowering them down so you can step into them “May I take care of you..”
Was this what was meant to happen after sex? Where the lover helps redress their partner and they promise to care for them, for the rest of the evening.
If so then this being done in all the wrong orders. You did not hate that.
Slowly you nodded and stepped into your pyjama trousers, observing Lloyd as he brought them up your knees. Your underwear being concealed as he tied the knot around your midriff, making sure the trousers couldn’t fall down.
Once satisfied with the knot, he moved to grab the shirt “Arms up for me” this time you didn’t question the words and did as instructed.
Soon enough you were concealed again, you smiled when Lloyd pulled the shirt through your head at the focused look in his eyes.
When he noticed your eyes on him, he reciprocated the smile and you were the one who leant forward to initiate the kiss.
Maybe one day this’ll be how you and Lloyd will start sex. You’ll kiss and it’ll feel natural as you both head towards the bed, he’ll be gentle as he leads you down to the mattress, kissing away your worries.
Today wasn’t going to be that day, nor will it be tomorrow, or next week or next month. You may never get the urge to go all the way, you may decide your content with never having sex.
Or one day in the future it might change, you couldn’t predict what could occur. There was a list of endless possibilities.
But right now you were happy to have this be the natural progression of the relationship, to be comfortable around one another no matter what either of you are wearing.
Maybe for now you should focus on the fact that your comfortable being half naked around him, and hopeful one day it’ll be fully.
That one day you could be nude in front of him and not worry that it’ll lead to sex, that it’ll just be being nude. That it’ll be non-sexual.
Your smile widened when the kiss ended, lovingly staring at Lloyd.
You never wanted to have sex with him today, you wanted to know you are loved.
My cousin came down to visit with my aunt and other cousin, they live almost three hours away and her husband rang her to ask how to use the laundry machine.
The place my cousin and her husband live is the place her husband had before they began dating or married. He has had the same washing machine for years. This man is also in his early 30’s.
Lloyd x short!afab reader? Idk how you hc him but I personally think he’s around ≈5’9 so I think it’d be funny for him to have a part he has to risk long term neck pain to kiss
Lloyd Garmadon { Hight Difference }
The book you're actively reading having lost all interest, flopping it down and out of your face to be meet with the sight of Lloyd standing in the bedroom door opening. "Long mission?" As he simply nodded with a breathe, then entered.
Getting up from your bed to meet him halfway reaching out to rest on his shoulders, "It was a lot but.. most of all I missed you out there." While speaking his expression softened even more, placing his hands on the side of your waist in a firm yet careful grip.
"You would have also had me by the neck if i did go out like this." Biting back from letting your heart swell at the sight of him being soft. Matching his smile. "I know, id rather you rest and let the wounds heal from last time, that tea is taking its sweet time." He huffed in a joking manner making you laugh a little.
"Mistake did say it doesn't take overnight to get better." His hands slid to rest on your lower back instead, pulling closer than before. "I know that but having my beautiful girl around makes me feel better." Cocking his head to the side making the gold locks following the soft motion, smiling like a fool in love as your eyes kept meeting.
"oh gosh." Your face warmed up within seconds, "How much have you been with Kai?" Giggling while asking as he simply nodding, "a little much?" Following suit in a soft breath.
"Forget that, im here for you now." Leaning now as now nose to nose before he pushed the extra bit to kiss, it was short and sweet. Enough to feel that his lips were a little chapped but it didn't matter as he was trying his best.
"This really can't be good for your neck." You commented after with a little giggle, he rolled is eyes jokingly and shook his head. "Well someone choose the mean side of the bed today." Huffing as his face found itself hiding in the crook of your neck.
Your smile only grew and circled around his neck for a better grip, "im just pointing out the obvious, you're like what? 5 inches taller than me and begging for a neck pain." Swirling the hair with his neck as he responded with a light shiver from your touch.
"Yeah okay, shorty pants. Can we cuddle now?"
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Let's just say I've been constantly sick or working or having exams these past months, I'm still sick but i am starting to feel better again and I do hope i did well for this absolutely cute fanfic (even if it is a little short) 🫶🏼
I’ve only ever read one rom-com, and that rom-com is being turned into a movie in September…
The Love Hypothesis x Lloyd x reader fic?
(I read The Love Hypothesis like two years ago when it got really popular on Booktok, little asexual me walked in blind. I can’t remember the full plot of the book, I can remember some, I just know that one of the smut chapters shocked me, but I can’t remember why).
(I’m also more of a romance in fantasy kind of girl than romcoms. I love fantasy elements in books. And rivals to lovers. I refuse to call it enemies to lovers because every book I’ve read that ‘says’ it is, is quite literally rivals to lovers, or frenemies to lovers.)
I should be hopefully overcoming my writers block, and am sharing a few fic ideas I have currently in my head:
A Ninjago oc (Kaia) fic — set in Possession, Kaia is trying to learn how to stop herself from falling apart now that Lloyd isn’t there to wrap her in his arms. (inspired by Feminine feelings by Chrissy)
A x reader fic — set before Skybound, you and Lloyd are close, kissing under the moonlight and sharing intimate moments together. But then he becomes a sensei in training, and you’re left in his past. (inspired by an edit I found of deja vu x favourite crime by Olivia Rodrigo)
Robin Hood au fic — Lloyd is the elusive Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor and the sheriff wants him executed. All the while everyone is unaware that their maiden, you, is betrothed to this notorious Robin Hood.
Radio drama, part two — Since meeting Cole, you see him on a day to day basis, mostly on accident. Now two months after officially meeting he gives you the task you never expected, take care of his broadcast whilst he’s away for a week. Sounds easy enough, until you get bombarded by his friends.
(There are actually so many fic ideas I’ve had over the months in my WIPS on my writing app with varying progress in them.)
The image on the left is the organisation for my x reader fics, the image on the right is the organisation for my oc fics. I can get many ideas but my motivation for all can fluctuate :(
[Name] sits snuggly on her sofa, lilac pillows scattered on there. There's a liquorice stick in between her lips as she continues to write her article. Is there a title? Not yet. But there will be! Soon! Very…very soon. The weeknd plays in the background, her scented diffuser allowing the scent of lavender to fly throughout the room.
There's a double knock on her apartment door and [Name] doesn't make a move to try and open it. She already knows who it is. Only one person does a double knock when they come over to her house. And it's not any of her mom's. Or Nya or Jay. Or Kai. Or Wu. Not that Wuhas ever been to her apartment.
"Come on in, hero," She mutters, Lloyd opening the door as soon as the sentence finishes. She swallows the liquorice, stretching her arms above her head.
"You know, you really need to lock your doors," Lloyd says as he enters the apartment. He closes the door and locks it with [Name]'s spare key. She gave it to him about two weeks ago. He knows it was a huge step for her to do that. And he was so excited when she did. He could not stop smiling. Nya was suspicious. "It's not safe to keep it open,"
"It's not open," [Name] says, smiling as he walks into her living room with no shoes on. "It's closed,"
"Yeah, pushed close," Lloyd raises his eyebrow, putting some hot take out on the table in front of her. "Not locked close,"
"Same thing," [Name] says, reaching for the food.
"It's not the same thing," Lloyd loosens his tie, raking a hand through his blond curls. [Name] shrugs, putting the photograph of her name written by the clouds on a side table. Yeah, Superman did it for her. And they've only been seeing each other for three months. Interesting. "You missed lunch today," [Name] purses her lips going silent as she feels Lloyd’s eyes on her. "And breakfast,"
"Hero, are you stalking me? Again?" [Name] questions, opening up the plastic tub and her stomach growls at the smell. "Oh, dios mío, huele tan bien,"
"I think checking on you is the better term," Lloyd states, sitting down on the sofa next to her. [Name] puts the tub back down on the table, manoeuvring herself on to his lap. He sets his hands on her hips, rubbing them slowly. The baggy top she's wearing, which is his or was his, smells just like her. Smells like lavender and liquorice, obviously. "You smell of liquorice," He comments with a boyish smile. [Name] rolls her eyes, taking off his glasses.
"You know it's my favourite thing," [Name] whispers, resting her chin on Lloyd’s shoulders. He's so warm and cuddly. Like her own personal heater. She closes her eyes, Lloyd resting his chin on [Name]'s shoulder. "You're the one that made me like it so much. With that silly sweet bouquet,"
"Hey!" Lloyd pokes [Name]'s side, making her laugh aloud. "There were other flavours and you ate it all in under an hour,"
"So I have a sweet tooth," [Name] shrugs, making Lloyd laugh. "Sue me,"
"Can I have some?"
"Some what?"
"Liquorice,"
"Uh," [Name] tries to get off Lloyd’s lap but he pulls her back down gently. She rolls her eyes, turning her head to look back at the table. And the packet is empty. She's finished them all. "I can't see any. I'm pretty sure I ate them all,"
"That's not what I meant," Lloyd whispers, [Name] narrowing her eyes at him before humming.
"You are insatiable," [Name] whispers to him, Lloyd nodding in agreement as he pulls her closer. [Name] rests her arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss. [Name] captures Lloyd’s lips quickly. If he was surprised by the sudden affection, he definitely didn't show it. He deepens the kiss hungrily, a groan trapped in his throat.
[Name] sinks her teeth into Lloyd’s bottom lip, tugging on it slightly. Lloyd’s hands find themselves on her ass as [Name] starts to tug on his golden curls.
Lloyd smiles into the kiss, making [Name] laugh which makes him laugh in retaliation.
"What's so funny?" She asks him, him pecking her lips one more time.
"Did you actually think he kicked my ass?" Lloyd mumbles, looking up at her with his green eyes. "The hammer of bravia?"
"Well," [Name] says, making a so-so movement with her head. "You did loose," She says softly. Lloyd frowns, [Name] squishing his cheeks together and giving him another kiss. "But you did protect the people and you tried your hardest and that's all I care about, really,"
"Thank you,"
"Of course," She smiles, before making a face. "But..."
"If you keep interviewing yourself, people are probably going to figure it out. I feel like Nya has already figured it out but she's just not saying anything,"
"Yeah, but the glasses,"
"You mean the ones that won't fool everyone forever?" [Name] questions, Lloyd leaning for another kiss. He loves kissing her. It's just so addictive. "And ethically, the interviews that you're doing with 'superman'," [Name] puts her hands on Lloyd’s chest, stopping him from distracting with more kisses. "Are problematic. You know the questions you're going to be asked,"
"Then I'll let you interview me," Lloyd says with a small shrug.
"Are you sure? I don't feel like that'll be a good idea,"
"Come on, sweetheart," Lloyd smiles. "I'm media savvy. I can handle any question that comes my way,"
"You're not joking, right?" [Name] asks, looking at Lloyd.
"I am not joking,"
"You'd actually let me interview you as superman?" [Name] questions, looking at Lloyd with an upside down smile. He loves her upside down smile. "The bird, the plane, superman? really?"
"Uh...sure?"
"That wasn't an actual yes,"
"Sorry, sorry," Lloyd agrees. She's right. It was an unsure yes. "I, Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon, would let you, [Name] [Last Name], interview me as superman,"
"Could I do it right now?"
"Uh..."
"Are you ready?" [Name] asks Lloyd as he sits opposite her. He really wanted to sit next to her but she said they wouldn't be able to finish the interview if he did.
"Did you have to change?" Lloyd motions to her lilac blouse. He loves the shirt. Of course he does, but she was wearing his clothes before. And not to sound entitled, but he preferred it that way.
"Yes, we're being professional," [Name] states, Lloyd playfully rolling his eyes. [Name] gives him a look, making him put his hands up. "Can I press the recorder?" Lloyd nods, [Name] pressing it. She lets out a small breath, getting into her interviewer zone. "Superman,"
"Miss [Last Name]," Lloyd says in a lower voice as he leans forward. "Hi," [Name] scrunches up her nose, trying to hide her smile at the cheeky 'hi'. She ignores him, beginning her questions.
"Okay, so recently you've come under a lot of fire,"
"I don't know if it's a lot,"
"I would disagree with that," [Name] starts. "Today, the secretary of defence was going to look into your actions in bravia," [Name] watches as Lloyd lets a smile slip. "Is that funny, Superman?"
"It's not funny," Lloyd admits. "It's just uh-i mean come on, my actions?" [Name] nods, waiting for him to continue. "I stopped a war,"
"Some would say maybe,"
"Not maybe, I did,"
"Okay," [Name] states, ready for her next question. "And how did you do that?"
"Well," Lloyd clasps his hands in front of him. "Bravia invaded Jarhanpur and I showed up and told them that wasn't right,"
"And you didn't do anything else?"
"Well, I smashed some tanks and things," If [Name] had super strength, she knows the first thing she would think about is getting big buckets of the paint. "And uh...a couple planes and some other stuff. There were no casualties and significant injuries,"
"Okay," [Name] nods. "Did you interact with the president of Bravia?"
"A very small amount,"
"And what's a very small amount?"
"That was between us," Lloyd states, [Name] giving him a look as she pauses the recorder. "What?" He asks her as he takes a glass of milk from the table, standing up and walking away with it.
"This is on the record,"
"Yeah, but that conversation was between the two of us," He says, washing the glass in the sink as he's drained the milk from it. Country boy habits die hard.
"Yeah, but I would have asked that question whether or not, I needed the answer to it,"
"Really?"
"Really," [Name] nods. "Can I un pause?"
"Yes," [Name] holds up the recorder, unpausing it. "After I stopped the war, I went to see Ghurkos,"
"Where?" [Name] questions, Lloyd standing against her grey walls.
"In the capital of Luchavic, at the royal palace,"
"And...did anything happen?"
"I took a private audience with Ghurkos," Lloyd confesses, crossing his arms over his chest.
"And how did you do that?"
"I flew him out to the desert and I..."
"you?"
"And I placed him against a cactus," Lloyd admits with a shrug.
"You placed him against a cactus," [Name] repeats slowly. Her boyfriend put someone against a cactus?! "The cactus which usually has sharp spines? Is that not considered as torture?"
"No, not torture," Lloyd laugh, putting his first finger and thumb together. "The spikes were not even that big,"
"Segura, Superman. What did you say to him?" [Name] moves over, sitting on a chair that's closer to where Lloyd is standing with the recorder in her hand.
"I told him that if he even messes with Jarhanpur again, he'll have to personally answer to me,"
"And what did you mean by that?"
"That if such events occurred, we would have a more serious discussion. That's all,"
"More serious than tearing his back on a cactus?"
"Ghurkos was going to kill people, you seem to keep forgetting that,"
[Name] pauses the recorder, she purses lips as she looks up at Lloyd.
"I am not forgetting that but I cannot be biased in my interview," She tells him. "Should we stop?"
"No, no," Lloyd shakes his head. This is important to [Name]. He can do this. "It's okay. We can continue,"
"Okay," [Name] says softly, pressing play on the recorder. "So, in effect you illegally entered a country, you inserted yourself in an incredibly heated geopolitical situation. Siding with the nation, Jarhanpur which has historically not been a friend-"
"Jarhanpur has changed,"
"Against a nation which is technically our ally, then threatened their head of state?"
"First of all," Lloyd begins, counting on his fingers. "Whether or not Jarhanpur is an imperfect country does not give another nation the right to invade it,"
"Yes, but the Bravian government maintains," [Name] tells him. "They're freeing the Jarhanpurian's from a tyrannical regime,"
"Yes," Lloyds sighs, frustrated. "But you know that's very silly,"
"Do i?"
"The Bravian government of all people, is saying this?" Lloyd rolls his eyes. "Come on,"
"Superman," [Name] starts, wiping her lip with her thumb. "This is on the record. Do you want to stop?" Lloyd knows that [Name] agrees with him. He knows it and he knows she's one of the best reporters at the daily planet. She has the knack to annoy people, to get them angry enough for them to use their rage to spit out the truth. Rage is the truest emotion.
"No, it's fine," He sits back down on a chair. He adjusts his trousers, waiting for [Name] to carry on the interview. [Name] smiles, putting her thumbs at him. "You may continue, Miss [Last Name],"
"Superman, did you consult with the president before entering Bravian airspace?" And she went in straight for the kill. Lloyd groans, looking up to the ceiling. [Name] painted lilac clouds on the ceiling. Can she even reach the ceiling?
"No,"
"The secretary of defence?"
"No,"
"Or any Ninjago official before you took matters into your own hands and decided how to handle this extremely delicate-"
"Ghurkos and his goons were going to kill people,"
"Yes, but the result of you seemingly acting as a representative-"
"I wasn't representing anybody!" Lloyd exclaims, motioning to himself as he rises from his seat. "Except for me! A-and myself! A-a-and I don't know, doing good!"
"And what if people thought you were just replacing one tyrannical regime with another?"
"Is that really how you feel?"
"I'm not the one being interviewed," [Name], sitting on her chair in a way seen as uncomfortable by most. "But people would question it. People would maybe wait for a moment to see how else they could figure it out,"
"People were going to die!" Lloyd cries out, [Name] pausing the recorder. She looks at him and he sighs. "You can keep going,"
"Are you sure?" [Name] questions as he nods with a hum. "I'm going to change the subject, okay?" He nods again wordlessly, [Name] unpausing the recorder. "So, you've got a lot of heat on social media lately,"
"I don't really read that stuff," He tells her, [Name] holding the recorder and moving closer to Lloyd. "Superman doesn't have time for selfies," [Name] looks at Lloyd confused, unsure if she should laugh. Lloyd turns, seeing the look on her face. "What?"
"You talk about yourself in third person..." She holds in her laughter, trying to continue the interview. Social media. Let's get back to that. "As you don't use social media," [Name] starts, holding up an eyebrow. "People are suspicious of you because you're, well...you are an alien,"
"Yes," Lloyd nods, looking at one of [Name]'s older pieces of art work. A painting of her and her mom's. "I've been very honest about that, from the beginning. I come from a planet called Krypton. Which is gone. It was destroyed; along with all of my history...my parents. They sent me here as a baby to save my life,"
[Name]’s eyes soften, her heart warming.
"Do you miss them?"
"I...I do," [Name] smiles at his comment, wanting to go and give a hug.
"Do you know anything about your biological parents?"
"Just that they sent me here to serve humanity and help the world to be a better place,"
"They said that?"
"They did," Lloyd nods, looking over to [Name]. "They sent a message along with me. That message is why I do what I do. I cherish it more than anything,"
"Because you understand now there are a lot of people maintaining you are here for...let us say less good purposes. hashtag superspy, hashtag supershit-"
"Supershit?" Lloyd turns to her, making a face. "Come on, [Nickname]. you know how that one makes me feel!"
"I do," She agrees, pausing the recorder. "Because Superman needed to react to this! And this is on the record. It's stupid, the hashtags that they are making. I'm so sure it's just a group of dick's doing this. Let's just stop the interview. We can do something...Lloyd?"
Her voice falters, seeing the look on his face.
"I think...I'm going to go,"
"Oh," [Name] nods to herself, blinking rapidly. Calm down. "Okay," This has happened a few times before where Lloyd would get frustrated and leave. "Uh, let me get your stuff,"
"No, no. You don't need to do that," He says to her, putting his hands on her shoulders. She looks up at him, giving him a sad smile. "I'm just..."
"Annoyed at me?"
"Annoyed by the fact that you're an incredible reporter," He smiles at her, making her smile be a bit more happier. "I just need a breather,"
"Okay," She nods, Lloyd giving her a kiss on the forehead. He gets the plates from the table in the sitting room and puts them in the skin. "I can wash them," She tells him as he moves out of her way. "I'm not going to use it," She whispers as she begins to wash the plates. The recording,"
Lloyd looks up from the sitting room as he gets his blazer and bag.
"Thank you," He tells her, walking back into the kitchen and giving another kiss on her head. She smiles at him, turning back to the plates in the sink.
"Dios, sabía que esto nunca funcionaría," Lloyd hears as he goes to leave the apartment. "Lo sabía,"
I knew this wouldn't work. That's what she said. What did she mean by that? He furrows his eyebrows, turning back to the kitchen. Her headphones are over her ears and he can hear her heart beating slower than usual. Like she's trying to force it to slow down.
He sighs, walking out the apartment and closing the door behind him.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ : in which, [name] [last name] has never been wanted. and lloyd montgomery garmadon wants her.
authors note: please comment and repost!!
To Mariana’s joy, the Prince visited her late husband's land in abundance. However, to her dismay, it was not for Diana. It was for [Name].
Every single time he arrived at their mansion, he had obviously brought flowers for Mariana and Diana as his mother raised a gentleman. And he bought [Name] much more.
Books. Dresses that suit her taste. Treats, both savoury and sweet. Flowers. Bracelets as he noticed that the [Last Name] daughter did not wear rings or necklaces.
The Prince would also take the lady places. [Name] did not have a chaperon as her mother never deemed her handsome enough for one so whenever the Prince and the lady he wishes to give his heart to travel places together, his cousin is watching. Morro. But only if the two are in society. Society has noticed the woman that the Prince seems to be completely enthralled with. And there are certain women in society who dislike it so. One of these women is Lady Harumi Jade. Her family is involved with the mining of gems and jewels in the Kingdom of Ninjago.
Morro does not like Harumi. He had met her at a ball previously as Misako and Garmadon were encouraging their son to look for a bride. Morro completely was aware of her personality and found her distasteful.
But then Morro is a trickster. And there are a lot of Lady’s and Lord’s in the Kingdom who do not find him most entertaining. Morro simply does not care. He teases every soul. Every single soul. Even his father, Wu. but unfortunately for him, and fortunately for Wu, the trick was foiled before it was able to take place. And he did try to tease [Name] but the strong minded Lady did not have any of it. Which made Lloyd the happiest person in the entire kingdom. Not that he never is not. He seems to be a complete ball of sunshine as of current, according to his mother and father. Lloyd…he is not a difficult child but he was quiet and timid. The King and Queen are just ecstatic to see that their heir is becoming the future King that they knew he could be.
Like clockwork, the Prince walks into the woods of the [Last Name] land, kicking off his boots. It is extremely common for him to walk there as he knows that [Name] is reading there. Or perhaps, she is gardening. Farmer Lloyd, she teased him when he tried to help her, the last time he was here.
His ear twitches as he hears some mumbling, his legs automatically turning as they follow the sound. The sound of her. He slows to a stomp, watching as the woman scans her eyes between three different books as she carefully waters a plant. She cannot drown it, then it will not survive. But she must give it the right amount of water so that it flourishes.
If Lloyd’s dragon cycle would have been any closer, his tail would be swishing behind him. She is a gem. She is the most beautiful person in the entire world. She deserves everything she wishes for. And he will get anything she wishes.
He slowly and carefully walks, avoiding the branches as he stalks closer to her. He gently drops his boots next to the tree trunk, holding his breath as he stands behind her. She smells so sweet. Like honey. Or cinnamon.
"Ah, my love," He smiles, wrapping her arms around her as [Name] lets out a scream. She turns to him in a huff, Lloyd giving her a cheeky smile. "I missed you,"
"You must not scare me like that," She scolds gently, resting her hands over his arms. Over their…development with one another, [Name] has become more confident and comfortable in herself. "I am partaking in a quite delicate study,"
"I am aware," Lloyd hums, rubbing his forehead on her shoulder. "I simply wished to be here. I will distract you no longer," He smiles, [Name] giving him a look. He laughs, giving him a charming smile. "Do you not have faith in me?" She does not believe him.
"Do sit, Your Highness," She snorts, Lloyd squeezing her once before letting go. He does exactly as she says, sitting down on a fallen tree trunk. "Do tell the health of the King and Queen?"
"You need not call them that," Lloyd chuckles, lying on the tree trunk. "I am quite certain that my mother would make complaints if she heard that you still called her the Queen," Especially when she is to be [Name]’s mother in law.
"I do not know them personally," [Name] scrunches up her nose as she takes some scissors, cutting dead plants off. "I do not wish to overstep. I am but a-"
"The," Lloyd interrupts, putting his finger up. "You are the future,"
"I do not know how on earth you convinced me to parktake in this," [Name] mutters, looking around. She is on a boat. [Name] does not enjoy boats. She prefers the solid ground. The earth. The stability of the earth. The grass. The flowers. The critters and creatures.
Her hands hug her torso, having no trust in the wooden row boat underneath her.
"I am quite persuasive," Lloyd smiles, putting the rows in their holders. He told his head gently, watching [Name]. The sun comes out from beneath the clouds, brightening the whole lake. And "Ease your worries, [Name]," She looks at him, making a small face of doubt. "You may place your trust in me. No harm will come to you,"
She opens her mouth, going to speak but lets out a small sigh instead.
"Alright," She smiles, Lloyd handing a book to her. She opens it gently, the boat rocking against the water of the river but it does not phase her anymore. "Do you wish for me to-"
"Yes,"
[Name] gives him a look, Lloyd just smiling at her. She hides her smile, her cheeks getting warmer as she flicks to the page she was reading last. She starts reading, the ribbon on her wrist fluttering against her skin. A ribbon that Lloyd got for her. Because on his trip to the city alongside his mother, he noticed it in the window. And all thoughts of his love came to him.
The Lady continues to read, the ribbon falling from her wrist. [Name] lets out a yelp, reaching for it as Lloyd’s eyes go wide as he watches it fall into the lake.
"Lloyd," She looks at him, her face one of disappointment. For herself. Her mother would have started to yell at her completely. No forgiveness. No concern for her emotions. "I-"
"Do not worry yourself," He smiles at her, standing up on the boat. "I can retrieve it with ease," He shrugs off his shirt, [Name] looking away from him as her cheeks go warm. She has not seen a man bare before. She has never seen a man bare before. She lets out a squeak, covering her face. Lloyd laughs before jumping off the boat and leaping into the cold water. Thankfully, dragons run hot. [Name] watches, leaning over the boat as she places the book back down. She narrows her eyes through her glasses. How does a person look so graceful underwater? "See?" Lloyd shakes his damp blond curls, [Name] laughs as some of the lake water gets onto her. "You did not need to ever worry in the slightest,"
"What on earth have gotten in your mind?!" [Name] whisper shouts, watching as the Prince of the Kingdom, her lover, scale up the vines that lead to her bedroom window with complete ease. It is the only part of the outside of the mansion with greenery.
[Name] pushes the window open wider, Lloyd grabbing the ledge as he pulls himself up. His cheeks are slightly flushed as he gives her a closed eye smile. [Name] could reprimand him about safety…she is going to reprimand him for safety.
"Have you no concern for your person?!" [Name] whisper shouts at him. But the only thought in his head is how beautiful she is under the moon. A goodness. "How on earth did you have the thoughts which made you seem this as…" Her voice falters as Lloyd moves closer to her. His green eyes flicker between her lips and eyes.
"[Name]," He moves the curl from her face, her eyes dilating as she looks at him. "Will you be my queen?"
any fics being uploaded soon👀? no pressure ofc just curious
Hi hi! As of right now I currently have no finished fics ready to upload, I’m right in the middle of a writers block and none of the fic ideas I’m writing are truly drawing me in.
Right now, I have a lot of academic rivals to lovers in my head (since I’ve recently read Divine Rivals) and I really want to write an academic rivals to lovers fic / oneshot for Lloyd Garmadon x reader. But I don’t know what I should do the job for. I had the brief idea of doing a detective rivals to lovers where Lloyd secretly helps reader solve cases (I’ve been watching a lot of Scooby doo lately), but now I can’t think of an idea I like for it.
I also really want to write more fics for my Ninjago oc, and while I am making more progress there on some fics being closer to completion. I’m losing my footing on what to write due to writers block.
Though it doesn’t help that a lot of the fics in progress are angst (both for reader and oc), and I have to urge to write fluff. But have zero ideas.
which I can understand why I got writers block, I somehow managed to release a fic weekly from May to late June, which to me is impressive 💗
thank you for checking in ☺️💗
Edit 12/7/2026: The British heat is currently unbearable and my writers block has stuck around, I’m trying to write when I get ideas but the motivation does not stick. Because my brain turns to goo with this hot weather..
