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gurotorio · 6 months

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crystallizabethine · 4 months

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Bad Luck: A Tiny Lloyd Centric Oneshot

Happy Holidays to all who celebrate! I got the privilege of writing for the @ninjago-calendar again! I was assigned the month of March, and the theme for that month was Clover.

Summary: Lloyd's training goes awry when he is plagued with internal voices of doubt and something even more sinister. . .

(5,073 words)

AO3 version HERE

Lloyd was training in the Dojo. His eyes were closed, and he was concentrating on sending his powers out to gather around him and hit a training dummy. He could sense the others around him watching, waiting to see what he’d do. He looked within himself like Wu told him and tried to call out to the power inside him. There was something, but it was still small.

“Come on,” he whispered, coaxing the energy to emerge through his body. He had been making so much progress before, he had even gotten the lightbulb to glow without breaking! So why was today so hard?

You know why, a tiny voice whispered in his mind. Lloyd ignored it.

“Concentrate, Lloyd,” Zane encouraged, “You can do this!”

No you can’t.

“Shut up,” Lloyd muttered to the voice.

“Hey!” Cole scolded,” that’s no way to talk to Zane! He was just trying to hype you up!”

Lloyd grimaced, trying desperately to capture the flicker inside again. The people talking were not helping his concentration, and now there was this misunderstanding. “I wasn’t—”

“It’s alright, Cole, Lloyd is under a lot of stress at the moment.” Zane assured.

Cole huffed, “Well he shouldn’t take it out on you.”

“Yeah, he should’ve taken it out on Jay!” Kai added in.

“Tch, rude,” Jay retorted.

Lloyd could feel sweat running down his forehead as he tried not to focus on the noise. All he’d said was shut up, and even if he had meant it at them, it wasn’t that big a deal. He heard them say it to each other all the time! It was probably one of those ‘only older kids can say that’ kind of nonsense. Lloyd smirked, they should’ve heard the kids at Darkley’s; they said stuff on the daily that would make Uncle Wu’s beard curl. . . wait a minute, what was he doing? Oh yeah, he was supposed to be training!

Lloyd reached again, felt a flicker of his power, but then a sudden crashing noise startled him, and it faded. Frustrated, he opened his eyes to see that Kai and Jay were in the midst of a tussle and had just knocked over Dareth’s trophies (again).

Lloyd didn’t know why but the noise combined with his failure made him angry.

“Why can’t you guys just leave me alone? I was so close to getting it that time, but you guys distracted me!”

The others looked uncomfortable.

Kai shifted to be sitting on Jay, who squawked in protest. “Relax, Lloyd, we were just screwing around, we’re not actually mad at each other.”

Lloyd couldn’t believe his ears. “Calm down? Calm DOWN? My dad is still out there causing trouble!” He turned to look out the window. “And since it’s apparently MY job to fix it, every person he hurts till then is my fault because I haven’t trained enough! And you aren’t helping at all! Aren’t you guys supposed to be training me?”

“Um, Lloyd?” Jay said nervously.

“NO!” Lloyd interrupted, heat flooding him. “I’m sick of not getting better. I was doing so good! You guys are so powerful so when is it my turn? I just want to be USEFUL!”

“LLOYD STOP PLEASE!”

Lloyd turned back around to see everyone suspended in midair, with green energy keeping them from moving. They all looked at him, terrified.

“Woah—oh no!” Lloyd cried. He waved his hands around, trying to make it stop, but it accidentally slammed them into the wall.”

“Yowch! Hey, watch it, Lloyd!” Cole called out.

“Whatever we did, we’re sorry!” Jay screamed, “Just put us down!”

“I’m trying!” Lloyd said, panicked, and still flailing his arms, “I don’t know how!”

“Your powers seem to be agitated due to your frustration with us,” Zane said, “Perhaps thinking of something more pleasant—”

“Think about candy, Lloyd!” Cole shouted.

Kai glared at him, “Candy? Seriously?”

“What? He likes candy! And I’m feeling stressed which makes me hungry!”

“What is the meaning of this??” an old voice asked sharply.

Startled, Lloyd’s attention shifted, and his powers stopped. The four ninja fell to the ground with painful thuds.

“Ouch, Jay get your blue butt off of me!”

“Ha! Payback for earlier, Fire Boi!”

“Enough!” Wu sounded stern as he looked over them all. His gaze met Lloyd’s who looked away in shame. “Lloyd, would you care to explain to me why you were attacking your brothers with your newfound abilities?”

“I—um—” Lloyd could feel his ears flushing bright red as he looked down at the carpet. “I got angry, Sensei. I lost control and—but It wasn’t my fault! The guys were being really annoying and distracted me from my training!”

“Maybe so, but anger is not an excuse for reckless violence. You must rise above those emotions in order to truly reach your potential as a protector of Ninjago.” The others nodded sagely behind Wu, and Lloyd resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at them.

“But Sensei, I couldn’t help it! It’s not like I was trying to hurt them, it just—happened.”

Lloyd was only half listening as Wu told him to apologize, as an ugly feeling started growing inside Lloyd’s chest. Why hadn’t he been able to stop himself?

Because you’re Garmadon’s son, hurting others is in your nature. . . in your blood!

“NO!” Lloyd started to run out of the room, but Cole stopped him with one arm.

“Dude, come on, just apologize! You can’t deny that you banged us around. It really hurt!”

“Yeah!” Jay chimed in, “I’m pretty sure my bruises have bruises!”

“Even I feel slightly dented in places,” Zane added.

See? You hurt those you care most about. How can you save the world from your father when you can’t even save your friends from yourself?

Lloyd struggled against Cole’s strong arm. He had to get away. He had to hide from that voice.

“Lloyd, what’s gotten into you?” Wu asked reproachfully.

Something that has been here the whole time!

“Stop it!” Lloyd bit Cole without thinking and raced off down the hall and out of the dojo. He ran through the crowded city, bumping into people, and disregarding road traffic in his rush to escape. Eventually, though, he ran out of breath and had to stop. Luckily there was an old bridge to his left that he was able to go hide under. He sat on a small ledge and tried to calm his breathing.

“This is all so stupid!” He muttered.

A bubbling noise distracted him from his thoughts. Out of the water in front of him rose a red something with glowing slit-pupiled eyes. It hissed at Lloyd and his blood ran cold.

A serpentine!

“Are you lost, little boy?” it said in a rattly voice. Water dripped off its scales as it loomed closer to Lloyd. And it wasn’t alone.

There were three of them from what Lloyd could see; all fangpyres. Two stared down at him, fangs exposed in horribly pleased grins, while a third snuck up behind him and pinned his arms behind his back. Lloyd struggled against the snake person’s hold, but their grip was too tight.

“Hey, let go of me!” He cried out. “I’m the son of Lord Garmadon and he’ll be super angry if you snakes hurt me!”

“Oh we know who you are,” one of them chuckled, “How fortunate that we happened to be passing by! Our master is sure to be pleased!”

Lloyd continued to struggle. “If you boneheads don’t release me, I’ll be forced to use my green ninja powers on your scaley butts!” Lloyd didn’t even know if snakes had butts, but he didn’t really have time to care about accuracy.

The two snakes looked doubtful, and slightly afraid, but the one holding him tightened its grip.

“He’s bluffing, you idiots!” It snarled, “Last I heard he couldn’t even power a lightbulb!”

“I can too!” Lloyd shot back with indignance. “Anyways the ninja will be out looking for me so they’ll be able to kick whatever’s left when I’m through with y—” A dirty cloth was stuffed in Lloyd’s mouth, cutting him off.

Alright, how had he used his powers before? He’d been pissed at the other ninja and it had triggered something. Luckily, he was pretty pissed off right now too. He’d just wanted some alone time and now he was getting kidnapped by people he’d literally helped free from imprisonment? It wasn’t fair! Lloyd felt the spark flare back up in his chest.

Yes! He cheered himself on.

Indeed, feel the anger! Feed it! Let it consume you and spill out in glorious carnage!

Wait, what? Lloyd shook his head at the dark urge that had overtaken his thoughts, feeling disturbed. He tried to concentrate again but the spark was gone.

Lloyd let out a frustrated, defeated groan as he was led through deserted alleyways and onto a green bus by the trio of Serpentine.

* * *

“Your Eminence, I have brought you a gift!” The serpentine told the figure facing the opposite way. He had his mega weapon in two of his hands and was speaking with the Serpentine generals, who all glared at the new arrivals for interrupting.

“If it’s not a McRonald’s Shamrock shake or a solid plan to defeat the ninja, I don’t want it.” Garmadon growled without turning.

Lloyd had spent the whole bus ride working the gag out of his mouth and finally was able to spit it out. “Daaaaad, make him let me go!” he demanded.

With a start, Garmadon whipped around. “Lloyd? Why is my son here?” He addressed his minion.

“I figured he could be useful to you, sire.”

“Fool!” Garmadon shouted, “Don’t you know that a premature interaction with him could start our final battle before its time?”

The serpentine hid behind Lloyd. “I—I wasn’t aware of that, no.”

“Obviously not!” Garmadon replied. “Take him back right now, and if you even think about hurting him, you will never see the light of the sun again when I’m through with you!”

Lloyd grinned at the snake, who looked terrified out of his mind now.

“Garmadon, If I may, might I suggest we keep the boy for now?” Skales suggested, “We could use him as bait to trap the ninja.”

Garmadon pondered Skales’s words for a minute, then looked Lloyd in the eyes. Lloyd saw his father’s red eyes soften slightly, then go hard again.

“Very well, but you will treat him with respect or there will be dire consequences. Are we clear?” He glared at the serpentine who had brought Lloyd.

Shivering in fear, the snake answered, “Yes, my lord.” He started to lead Lloyd away, but Lloyd realized, This could be my chance to convince him to be good!

“Wait, stop! I don’t wanna go! Let me stay here with you!” He cried out,

Garmadon sighed, “Lloyd, didn’t I just say that we shouldn’t see each other lest the final battle start too early before I—you are ready?”

Lloyd paused, “Well, I’m already here. . . and I don’t really feel like fighting you today, and I know you don’t wanna fight me, so let’s just have a truce for now. Deal?”

After a moment, Garmadon responded, “Alright.” He then turned to his serpentine companions, “Leave us.”

Skales made a sound of annoyance but left anyways,along with the other generals. He gave Lloyd a contemptful look as he passed him. Lloyd stuck his tongue out at him.

And then there were two. Lloyd didn’t say anything at first, he just studied his father’s face. Garmadon’s red eyes avoided his, instead lowered to look at the giant golden megaweapon. His expression was unreadable besides that.

Eventually the silence was broken by Garmadon.

“So, I assume you’re still training with my brother.”

“Yeah, it’s um. . . “Lloyd pushed away the memory of how that day’s session had ended, “. . .it’s going pretty great!

“Hmm.” Garmadon mused, “Well it will not matter in the end, because you can’t defeat me. You are not strong enough.”

Lloyd bristled, “What’s that s’posed to mean? I’m plenty strong enough! Well, maybe not right now, but I’m gonna be the most powerful ninja real soon, and then I can finally stop you from your evildoings forever!”

The corners of Garmadon’s mouth twitched slightly upward in amusement. “You won’t be able to finish me. You’re too soft—too good. It weakens you.”

Ha, good? You? What a joke!

Lloyd frowned at the words of his mind and his father.

With a sigh, Garmadon continued, “If I’m being honest, I would not wish anything more for you—being good I mean. It’s what I was never able to have. I was always burdened with the knowledge that in the end, no matter how hard I tried, the evil in my blood would prevail in the end.

“You fought it till the end though, right?” Lloyd asked, wide eyed.

Garmadon huffed, “Oh I fought all right. But it would slip into my daily life in places I was blind to, and eventually, it was too strong. Evil overcame good that day, just like it will again when the Final Battle concludes.

“But what if you tried fighting the evil again?” Lloyd insisted.

“It’s too late for me.” Garmadon responded with a sad smile. He ruffled Lloyd’s hair and turned away. “Now I must be alone. Guards!”

The doors opened once again and a hypnobrai and constrictai hustled in.

“Yes, my lord?” they said in unison.

“Take my son to one of your more comfortable homes and keep him there until the ninja arrive for him. Don’t let him leave but give him plenty of food and water if he wishes for it.” Garmadon looked at Lloyd, “I wish things could be different, son, but destiny cannot be changed.”

Lloyd tried to bite the constrictai that grabbed his left arm, but the scales were too thick, and the two serpentine half guided half dragged him out of the room.

“Dad, wait, no! Please let me stay!” Lloyd cried after him, but his father did not look back at him as he was taken away.

* * *

Garmadon stared at the megaweapon. “What am I going to do with him? I can’t fight him, he’s just a small boy! If only he wasn’t so pressured into his destiny by Wu and his pathetic ninja! I wish I knew a way to lead him astray, lose his way from me! If we never saw each other again, then the ultimate battle would just not happen!” The megaweapon glowed suddenly and Garmadon realized too late that it had heard his wish. He doubled over in pain as the weapon tore his energy from his body. Suddenly, loud cracking sounds and screams could be heard from outside.

Oh no.

Garmadon rushed outside. A few yards away, he saw a mess of plants that hadn’t been there before. They were twisting and growing, and in the midst of them he saw. . .

“Lloyd, no!” Garmadon screamed and rushed after his son, who cried out for him before being swallowed by the growth. The plants continued to grow and spread until suddenly they stopped, and the sand settled to reveal a large portion of the desert had been covered in trees.

“Son! Are you alright?” Garmadon called out, but there was no answer.

A voice from behind startled him, “Brother, what have you done?”

* * *

Lloyd had no idea where he was. One minute he was being taken away from his father, and then the next, he was surrounded by giant plants. A mixture of twisty dead trees and living trees covered in thorny vines were all around him as far as he could see. Lloyd’s arms stung from where some of the vine’s thorns had scratched him during their growth. Amidst the trees and vines were all kinds of clover as well. There was normal sized clover covering the ground where there had been sand moments before, and giant mega clover with leaves that loomed over Lloyd’s head, making him feel small. He reached out to touch one of the giant shamrock leaves, and was startled when his hand left a glowy green mark on it.

“Dad?” He called out amongst the foliage, “Dad where’d you go? What happened? Where am I? What did you do?” There was no answer. The forest was deathly silent. Anxiety started to grow inside of Lloyd.

“O-kay, this is is. . . this is fine.” He told himself. “I just gotta find my way out. I mean, how hard could it be, it’s just a bunch of plants! Clovers are green, and I’m the green ninja, so maybe if I follow them I’ll find my way out of here!” Lloyd took a deep breath. “I am going to be okay.”

Just then there was a crack of branches behind him. Startled by the sudden noise, Lloyd screamed and bolted off into the forest. Foliage stung his face as he tore through the plant life. After he’d gotten a ways away, Lloyd stopped to catch his breath. From what he could see, there was nothing following him. Lloyd was relieved that the others weren’t there to see what had just happened.

“I gotta get ahold of myself!” he resolved. “No more scaredy Lloyd. I’m a ninja for First Master’s sake! I’m not afraid of a little noise! I’m not afraid of anything!”

How adorable.

“Ah, who’s there?” Lloyd jumped into a fighting stance.

A chorus of sinister whispers that he couldn’t understand crept into his head, and shadows began to move around him in unnatural ways. Lloyd stood still in confusion and rising fear as the shadows gathered together and formed a single entity. It’s aura was unfriendly and Lloyd stumbled backwards. The shadow stared at him with two glowing, menacing eyes, and said only one thing.

Join me.

Lloyd did not join it. He ran away.

* * *

“What do you mean you trapped him in that giant forest??” Kai asked, with fury, “He’s your own son, why would you do that?”

Cole snorted, “Um, cause he’s evil? When are you going to stop being surprised by this guy?”

“I may be evil, but I never wanted any harm to come to Lloyd! I swear it!” Garmadon explained in earnest. “I wasn’t even trying to use the megaweapon that time!”

Jay hummed a doubtful note.

Wu put his hand on Garmadon’s shoulder, “Whatever was intended is no longer important, as long as we move forward with the intent to rectify our mistakes. Come, we must retrieve my nephew!” He motioned for his students to follow him. They entered the only gap in the twisted wall of trees. Garmadon tried to follow, but the trees closed behind the others and would not let him pass through.

The ninja were startled by the noise of the trees closing, and Kai started banging on the trunks.

“Garmadon, what the heck? Open it back up!”

“I—I didn’t do that!” Garmadon’s voice was muffled. “It must not want me to get near Lloyd since I wished for him to lose his way from me.”

“Ha-ha, that’s just great!” Jay exclaimed, “We’re stuck here in an evil plant maze filled with unknown horrors, and the bad guy who made it doesn’t even know how to open it back up! We are so screwed guys!”

Zane patted Jay on the back in sympathy.

Cole turned to face the path ahead. “Well, whatever is in there we’ll face it together. Come on guys, we’re getting our problem child back!”

* * *

Said problem child was extremely lost. It was getting dark and Lloyd didn’t know how long he’d been there. Had it been an hour? Several hours? Days? All Lloyd knew was that he was hungry, and he had to outrun the voices in his head and the shadow that pursued him. Although he was starting to think they were the same thing. There seemed to be no end to the maze.

“I don’t want to do this anymore!” He shouted.

You do not have to, there is an easier way. Surrender to the darkness within! Join your father and you can reshape the world together!

Lloyd stiffened; the shadow was back! It perched atop one of the giant clovers, nothing but darkness and thoe red eyes that leered at him from above.

Enough running, Lloyd. You cannot escape your destiny. You cannot run. . . from who you are! The shadow moved in towards Lloyd, who was frozen in terror as the thing approached. It began to take a more solid form and Lloyd was horrified to be faced with a darker, shadowy version of himself. This version of him had glowing red eyes, just like his father’s, and two pointed horns poking out of his skull.

“No! You are not me! You’re just a shadow!” Lloyd screamed and tried to run again.

He hadn’t gone far before he felt something cold grab onto his ankle and yank him backward and up. He was suspended by tendrils of darkness, and the source, this “anti-Lloyd”, brought him to its eye level and bared its wicked fangs at him.

I am your future, Lloyd! The shadow hissed in his face. Its breath was icy and Lloyd shivered. Whether you win or lose against Garmadon doesn’t matter. His blood is your blood, and therefore the evil that flows through it is also yours! I am in your blood!

The tendrils enveloped Lloyd, restraining him in a dark cocoon. Lloyd couldn’t see anything or hear anything except blood rushing to his head. He felt like he was being stuffed with freezing cotton.

And then

He was back on his feet, in the forest, with the shadow nowhere in sight. Instead, a taller individual stood in its place. The air was pleasantly warm, and stars twinkled through the canopy above them both. Lloyd stared up at the person in front of him and was hit with the sense of looking in a funhouse mirror. Much taller than he was, even fluffier blond hair ruffled by the slight breeze, a green ninja gi that didn’t have the sleeves rolled up so it could be worn by a kid, bright green eyes that patiently stared into his own. . . Lloyd couldn’t believe it.

“Hey, there, Lloyd!” the person greeted with a smile.

“Who are you?” Lloyd asked, though he figured he knew the answer.

“I’m you! Well, who you will be soon I mean.” This older version of Lloyd’s voice was deeper than his own, but still had a youthful ring to it.

Lloyd gasped, “Are you from the future?”

“I’m. . . from a possible future. A future where you keep your resolve to always do good and stand up to evil.”

“That’s awesome!!” Relief flooded Lloyd for a second, then was replaced by the reminder of what he had seen a few minutes ago. “But um,” He lowered his eyes and shifted in discomfort.

“Yes?”

Lloyd took a breath, “What about that thing out there? The shadow? It said I’m destined to give in to the evil that’s inside me. Wh—what if you’re wrong and it’s right?” Lloyd’s throat felt tight. “What if I. . . what if I’m not strong enough? I don’t wanna let everyone down but I’m so stressed ab—about fai—ling them—m!” Hot tears streamed down Lloyd’s cheeks and he tried to wipe them away but they just kept coming.

He then felt himself being wrapped in an embrace that felt so different from the shadow’s. Instead of being cold and suffocating, this one was warm and safe. Lloyd sobbed into his older self’s shoulder for a while. Older Lloyd held him close until he had calmed down slightly.

“I’m so sorry Lloyd.”

Confused, Lloyd looked up at his older self. “Why are you sorry? I’m the one who’s a weak—”

“You are not weak!” His counterpart interrupted, “You are so very strong, but you’re also just a kid, and I—we should never have had to deal with all this responsibility. It wasn’t fair.” Older Lloyd’s eyes were sad. “We deserved better.”

“How did you do it?” Lloyd tried scrubbing the wet off his cheeks.

Older Lloyd’s smile returned, “I realized I couldn’t do it alone. . . that I didn’t have to be the only protector. Our friends were there to help! And they will always be there for us.” He picked one of the clovers from the ground and spun it around between his fingers until it transformed into a small green ball of energy.

“What if I hurt my friends?”

“They’ll always be there,“ Older Lloyd repeated, “Even at your worst, or when it feels like they’re gone for good, they’re still here.” He put his now glowing hand over Lloyd’s heart.

Warmth erupted in Lloyd’s chest at the touch, and there was green energy sparking out of his hands. The blanket of doubt that had been smothering him had lifted, and he felt like he could take out a hundred training dummies. Lloyd looked up once again in awe of his future self.

“How—?”

His future self only winked at him. “You got this, buddy. I’m proud of you!”

That last sentence echoed in Lloyd’s mind as he was yoinked back to reality. He was still in the cocoon, but his new energy boost served as protection from the smothering cold. His green glow lit up the small space.

“Okay, let’s try this again,” he said, “Concentrate!” The energy that flowed through him was like nothing he had ever felt before, and it felt good. The light burst through the shadowy prison, breaking it apart and freeing him. Lloyd dropped to the ground and fell with a soft thud in the carpet of clover, which were now all lit up with the green glow from before.

What? The shadow form shrieked, How?? You should be infused with darkness by now!

“Here’s the thing,” Lloyd said as he stood up to face his shadow demon, “You keep saying that it’s my destiny to become evil, but it’s not even your choice is it? It’s mine!”

Anti-Lloyd’s red eyes narrowed, What?

Lloyd’s eyes flashed bright green as he readied his attack, “Well I choose good! Not evil! Never evil! I will always oppose darkness!”

The shadow let out a pained shriek and lunged for Lloyd.

Lloyd steadied himself as it got closer, “You are not my future!” He shouted and blasted the demon with every ounce of power he had. The thing vaporized instantly, without any time to even cry out in rage at its loss.

The forest was quiet once again. Little glowing specks floated through the air in wake of the exorcism. Lloyd reached out and tried to catch one but when he opened his hands it was gone. The glow from the clover around him was also starting to fade. Lloyd picked one of the small ones and twirled it between his fingers, like his future self had done. “Thank you.” He whispered. Suddenly the clover turned to sand in his palm, and trickled off his hand to the ground. Lloyd blinked, confused.

There was a sudden rumble of the earth that landed Lloyd on his butt. Then he was rising through the plants—no wait, they were sinking back into the ground! As more and more of the plants descended, Lloyd saw the ninja and his uncle a bit away from him. They appeared to be tangled in some vines, but the vines turned into sand and they fell to the ground as he had done. The sand settled slightly, and all was still again.

Lloyd got up, hastily. “Hey, guys! Uncle Wu! Over here!” He ran towards him, nearly tripping on sand a few times.

“Lloyd! You’re okay!” Kai shouted, and ran to pick him up and twirl him around.

Lloyd giggled as he was spun. “Yeah I’m okay.”

Wu came over and looked him in the eye. “Are you hurt, Lloyd? Was the forest unkind to you?”

“I’ve got a few scratches but that’s it.” Lloyd answered. “Ooh, but I also got to fight an evil shadowy demon version of myself that tried to drown me in this weird cloud, but then this awesome super cool other me showed up from the future and gave me a magic clover that got inside me somehow, and helped me kick that shadow demon’s butt! It was so cool!”

The others were quiet for a second, then Jay said, “That. . . sounds like it was a whole lot of heavy stuff.”

“Yeah, are you sure you’re okay, Bud?” Cole added.

Lloyd recalled the shadow’s cold grip and shivered, but then remembered that he was safe, in Kai’s warm arms, and smiled at everyone. “Yep! I’m pretty hungry though. Can we stop at McRonald’s?”

Everyone laughed in relief.

“Yes, Lloyd.” Wu responded, taking his nephew’s small hands in his old, wrinkled ones.

“I’m buying.” Garmadon said from behind.

Everyone jumped and turned to see Garmadon standing sheepishly. He looked at Lloyd. “Lloyd, I am so sorry, I never meant for you to be trapped and treated in such a way. I wasn’t thinking clearly when I made the wish to keep you from me.”

Lloyd figured he should be furious with his father, but he looked so pitifully sad. Besides, there’d be time later for negative emotions. Right now, all Lloyd wanted was a six-piece nugget kid’s meal with a Fritz Donnegan toy. And maybe a shamrock shake.

“It’s okay, Dad, I forgive you this time. But don’t do it again. Also can I get nuggets?”

Garmadon smiled, “Of course you can.”

“Yeah, free food!” Cole and Jay shouted.

“I’m not getting you anything you fruity idiots!” Garmadon snapped at them. “This is me making up for nearly getting my son killed before our destinies decide our true fate.”

“It was worth a shot,” Cole commented. “Don’t pull anything funny on the kid though, we’ll be watching you, Garmadon.”

“Whatever. Come on, Lloyd.”

Everyone headed back towards the city of Ouroboros.

“Hey, Dad, I defeated a shadow demon today!” Lloyd said in excitement.

“Oh, did you?” Garmadon responded, intrigued.

“Yeah, I told it I’m never gonna give up my resolve to do good. And the same goes for us. I’m gonna give it my all when we battle. But. . . I hope that doesn’t happen for a long time.”

Garmadon tousled Lloyd’s mop of blond hair. “Me too, son, me too.”

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Not Again

@romirola whispered “Milo hurt/comfort fic?” in my ear like a biblical temptation and I was simply incapable of resisting. 1.4k words

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“Hey baby! I’m...” I trailed off as my instincts twinged. “... home...”

Milo was slumped, half-conscious, on the couch. Several open wounds were seeping into the upholstery.

“Oh my God—Milo!” I exclaimed, rushing over, dropping my work backpack, and grabbing at him. “Oh God. Not again. Milo? Milo, baby, c’mon, look at me!” I tried to straighten his lolling head but it was too heavy for his neck. His eyes were cloudy and half-lidded and looked through me, rather than at me.

“Swee... ha...?”

“Yeah. Yeah, baby. It’s me.” I pushed his hair out of his face—trying to ignore where it was matted with blood. “It’s me. I’m here.”

“Mmm... here,” he mumbled.

I inspected him, tugging at his shirt hem and moving the tears out of the way. “The hell did you pick a fight with? An Old Blood?” I muttered.

He tried to shake his head, but his chin just rolled over his chest slightly to one side before flopping back down, following the pull of gravity. “Mm-mm,” he disagreed.

“Okay... this one looks like the worst where most of the blood loss is happening. I’m sorry, baby.”

“So’y f’ wh—YOWCH!” he yelped as I healed the wound, eyes flying open and clarity returning to them as he straightened up. If for only just a moment. “Do you ever heal gentler than takin’ a sledgehammer to the wounds?!”

I didn’t rise to that bait. He was too injured for an argument about my healing magic. “Your mother’s lessons proved unsuccessful,” I grumbled as I found another hefty gash—this one in the soft tissue on his leg, but thankfully missing the important arteries. “On three, okay?” I put my hand over the wound. “One—” And healed it while Milo cried out.

“What happened to three?” he growled even as his head tilted dangerously far forward. His clarity was fading again.

“Hurts less when it’s a surprise, right?”

“No,” he retorted half-heartedly.

“What did you fight with?”

“W’ you b’lee m’ ‘f I said... Ash?”

I snorted. “No.” I moved to kneel on the couch and brought him forward to check his back, resting his forehead against my shoulder. He hummed and flopped a heavy arm across my back, nuzzling into me. “Ash doesn’t leave cuts this bad. Bruises maybe, but not blood. He can beat you in a fight but he does it would leaving you like this.”

“Hmm.”

“Why don’t you want to tell me?”

He tried to stick out his lower lip in a pout, but it didn’t go out as far as it usually did. “Y’ll yell... a’ m’...”

“I’m not going to yell at you.”

Milo took a belabored deep breath and sighed. “It was... a grizzly bear.”

I snorted and healed another gash, watching the clouds in his eyes fade. “No it wasn’t,” I said.

“Yeah-huh!”

“No, baby. It was not a grizzly. The only bears in California are black bears.”

“You don’t know that,” Milo muttered.

I smiled and kissed him, healing the split in his lip from where mine touched his. “Yes, I do. I’m an Investigator. Sometimes our cases take us out into the woods around the city, remember? We’ve got wildlife training. More formal than yours, I’m sure, but yours comes from pack experience and—hold up. How did you cross paths with a bear? What were you doing?”

Milo’s mouth gaped open and shut like a fish several times while he seemed to be coming up with the right words to say. “I...”

“Milo Greer, don’t you dare lie to me,” I threatened.

“You said you wouldn’t yell.”

“I’m not.” Indeed, I hadn’t raised my voice. Just made sure it was firm.

He glowered at the technicality. “I was out runnin’ with Ash and Tanker—”

“Enough said,” I interrupted. “How’d those two fare?”

“Well... let’s jus’ say Sam’s pro’lly readin’ the riot act right about now. Asher’s mate’ll jus’ be happy all Ash got was a cut on the arm.” Milo grunted and shuffled on the couch, stretching out the crick in his neck. I put a hand over his ribs. He caught my wrist and moved it away from them before I could heal it.

“Baby—what—” I started to protest.

He shook his head. “‘M not lettin’ you burn yourself out over me.”

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t use any magic at work today. I have plenty,” I replied. He shook his head a little harder, not meeting my eyes. “Milo.” My warning tone made him avoid my gaze even more fervently. Pulling a face, I phased through his grip and planted my hand back on his ribs, healing the gash before he could snatch me away again.

“Sweetheart—”

“Hey. You always say I’m your mate to justify you taking better care of me than I want. Well guess what, Greer? That goes both ways. You’re not just my boyfriend. You’re my mate too. So shut up and let me heal you.” I blinked. “Except don’t shut up because I like hearing your voice.”

He finally met my eyes. There was a softness in his grey irises that I only ever saw when he looked at me. Milo was a tough guy who’d never been afraid of his emotions—but he had a short fuse on his temper and it ignited pretty easily. The only times I saw him genuinely soft and gentle were when it was just him and me. He tended to be gentle to the youngest members of the pack, but he had nothing against chucking a teenager into David’s pool or onto a sofa if they were getting too rowdy.

For Milo to have that look on his face that he was giving me, he and I had to be alone.

“You’re too damn sweet to me,” he said quietly.

“Just as much as you are to me,” I replied, shuffling on the sofa so we were sitting beside each other rather than me kneeling, facing him. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. He rested his head on the space between my shoulder and chest and heaved a sigh as I reached for the last big wound.

Once he was healed—with a melodramatic whine—his muscles loosened up under my roving fingers. “Your healin’ magic still bites,” he grumbled.

“I know. I’m trying. Problem was, my professor for full certification always emphasized effectiveness and efficiency over finesse. He told us it was more important to get the job done than to make it feel painless. And I never got taught how to... heal gently.”

Milo “Hmph”ed, but nuzzled against my chest. “Maybe if my ma’s tips didn’t work, you could ask Sam? I mean, he’s the one with all the fancy-ass education and shiny certification.”

“If the situation ever comes up, I’ll ask,” I promised, tightening my hold around his shoulders to get him to snuggle closer to me. It worked.

“Don’t you have that group chat with all-a you non-shifter mates?”

“Yeah... Sam asked to be removed from the main one three days in. We have a separate one with him where the other three of us... chill out a little.”

That made him laugh. “I wish that surprised me. But honest-to-God, the three-a you are menaces together.”

I shrugged. “We’re friends. I’d think you, Ash, and David would be happy that we get along.”

“We are. But, damn Sweetheart, I can’t blame Sam for not wantin’ to be part-a the main group chat.”

I snickered. “Me neither. I could hear his blood pressure rising from the other side of the city after David’s mate made a... particularly dirty innuendo.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

I rubbed his arm.

We sat on the couch for a while. Milo was half-conscious from all the healing magic and didn’t notice—or, at least, protest—when I used scouring magic to clean his blood off the upholstery.

“Want me to make some dinner?” I asked softly.

“Meh.” He shrugged half-heartedly.

“Wanna just stay right here?”

“Heh.” He snuggled closer to my side.

“Okay. But just for a little bit. I’m starving.”

“Okay.” He nodded against my chest.

“I love you baby.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Did you know you’re my favorite person in the whole world?”

“Really?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Awww. I must be so lucky. Luckiest wolf.” He leaned up and kissed me. We both ignored the blood still on his lips.

“Then I’m the luckiest Stealth.”

He chuckled breathily and put his head back on my chest.

Within seconds he was asleep again, cooing softly.

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'Glad All Over (Cake By The Ocean)', Chapter Five

Summary: Nyssa wakes up with a bad hangover and some confusing gaps in her memories of the previous evening. However, she had just enough memories to feel utterly mortified around a certain Australian. However, before Nyssa's full memories click into place, she'll have to content with a a lovely evening bicycle road along the coast with Tegan Jovanka. Who knows; maybe honesty really is the best policy for these two dorks?

~~~~~~~~~ (Warning; things may just get a little saucy towards the end of this chapter so -if that's not your cup of tea- I'd recommend skim-reading the last couple thousand words)

~~~~~~~~~ Read on AO3.

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The first thought Nyssa had was that surely her alarm wasn’t that loud.

The second thought was that her brain smelled badly of wine.

The third thought was that she had to be at work today.

Groaning, Nyssa opened her eyes a fraction. The light streaming in through gaps in the curtains made her head hurt. Good grief, how much wine had she drunk?

She awkwardly propped herself up in bed on her arm, and reached over to turn her alarm off. Was… was that a glass of water and two paracetamol tablets?

Had Mel put them out for her? Strange; Nyssa didn’t remember giving the redhead a call to help Nyssa walk home.

Nyssa took the tablets with a mouthful of water, and climbed out of bed. She headed to the kitchen, and refilled the glass with fresh water. Taking several large mouthfuls, she touched her forehead gingerly. It wasn’t a full hangover, mercifully, but she definitely had a headache. Her mouth still stunk of wine, and there was an unpleasant aftertaste; she presumably hadn’t brushed her teeth after she had gotten home.

How had she gotten home? The last thing she could remember was ordering a second bottle…

Nyssa made herself a bowl of granola. She decided not to have a hot drink, and instead stuck to the water; she needed the hydration.

‘Morning!’

Nyssa winced as Mel swanned into the kitchen, already wearing her uniform.

‘Yowch,’ the redhead said, as she leant against the counter. ‘You look rough; how much did you drink?’

‘Couple of bottles,’ Nyssa mumbled, taking another sip of water. ‘I don’t know what I was thinking…’

‘Probably something to do with a certain Australian,’ Mel said, with a giggle. ‘I take it Tegan got you home safe last night?’

W-what?

Nyssa goggled at the redhead, her brain frantically trying to assemble the scrambled pieces of her memories from the previous night. She had been in the pub… and she’d steadily drunk her way through two bottles of red wine… and then she’d started singing… and then…

Tegan Jovanka had arrived to pick her up.

Nyssa let out a squeal, eyes widening in dawning horror. No, no, no…

‘Nyssa?’ Mel said, raising an eyebrow. ‘Everything okay?’

Nyssa put her hands over her mouth, and shook her head slowly. This was bad, this was bad, this was baaaadddd…

‘Did…’ Mel asked, gently. She placed a calming hand on Nyssa’s arm. ‘Did something happen?’

Nyssa stared ahead, hands still covering her mouth.

And this is crazy… but here’s my number… so call me maybe…

Nyssa let out a strangled cry. Mel stared at her in bafflement, looking rather concerned for her friends’ sanity. Maybe she was right. Nyssa was barely think clearly.

This was the end. Tegan Jovanka had seen her tipsily singing and dancing. The world might as well blow up.

‘I…’ Nyssa said, very quietly. ‘…am never drinking wine again.’

After getting through her morning appointments without too much difficulty (her headache had almost completely gone), Nyssa finally sat down in the small breakroom at the surgery. She bit into her sandwich. The bread was a little stale but still soft.

Soft like a… koala!...

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Nyssa dropped her sandwich, and put her face in her hands. What other drunken nonsense had she said to Tegan? She honestly didn’t think she could physically feel any more mortified.

Groaning, she picked up and finished her sandwich. She then made herself a cup of coffee, and sat down again, sipping the drink absentmindedly.

Just to summarise, she’d gotten incredibly drunk on wine, hugged Tegan several times, had potentially let her hands wander during those hugs, drunkenly danced and sang, ruffled Tegan’s hair, and… wait, how had Tegan gotten her home safe?

Are… you’re gonna take me to bed, Tegan?...

Nyssa almost dropped her mug.

W-what? No, surely she hadn’t said that?

Her brain replayed the scene. Because apparently it hated her. Probably due to the cracking headache she had woken up with.

Nyssa let out a long, deep groan.

Of course, Tegan hadn’t paid attention to Nyssa’s drunken question, clearly knowing fully well that Nyssa wasn’t in her right mind. Instead, the Australian had been the perfect gentlewoman and simply helped Nyssa up the side-street to her home.

Given that Nyssa couldn’t really remember much after that (aside from some blurry half-conscious and excruciatingly embarrassing professions of deep affection on her part for Tegan), she had presumably half-dozed off just after getting inside the house, and Tegan had gently tucked her into bed and left some water and paracetamol for her to take when she woke up.

Nyssa felt her heart well. Tegan was such a lovely person. She just hoped Tegan wouldn’t think too much of what Nyssa had done whilst under the influence.

‘Where Tegan works on a Tuesday?’ Mel repeated, casting a knowing look at Nyssa. The two of them were chatting in the practice’s reception, having just seen the last client of the day. ‘I think Barbara mentioned that she normally looks after the town garage; auto repair, paint jobs, that sort of thing.’

Nyssa rolled her eyes at the redhead.

‘I just want to thank her for getting me home safe.’

‘Of course,’ Mel giggled. ‘I mean, it’s not like you sending her a quick text would also do that…’

‘Tegan’s my friend!’ Nyssa exclaimed. ‘She deserves an in-person thank-you. And… and an apology as well, given how I acted.’

Mel laughed, cheeks dimpling.

‘I’m sure Tegan wasn’t complaining.’

‘You would be sure of that.’

‘Because -unlike you, Nyssa- I can tell when someone clearly has the hots for me.’

‘Is that why you haven’t kissed Ace yet?’

‘I’m savouring the anticipation,’ Mel shot back, with a grin. ‘Besides, she bopped my nose with hers; that basically counts as a kiss. Meanwhile, you’re still dithering about whether Tegan might possibly find you attractive.’

‘I- I know Tegan finds me… but it’s not… not like-’

‘Well, then; what are you waiting for?’ Mel said, smiling encouragingly. ‘You like her, you know that she clearly likes you; girl meets girl and all that. Come on, Nyssa; you’re amazing, you deserve to some happiness with the woman you fancy.’

Nyssa sighed.

‘It’s no good hoping for that if I grossed out Tegan last night.’

‘Did your hands go a-wandering?’ Mel said, with a fond roll of her eyes. ‘Nyssa, just because you did that once under the influence during that night out with Polly-’

‘We agreed to never speak of that again!’ Nyssa said, face turning crimson. ‘That was in first year; I still thought I was straight!’

‘-doesn’t mean that Tegan would necessarily hate that,’ Mel said, ignoring Nyssa’s outburst. ‘Polly was very flattered to have helped you out of the closet, if I remember correctly.’

Nyssa glowered at her, but Mel only responded with a giggle.

‘Go and find your girl, Nyssa; the garage is near the top of town. But… maybe change out of your scrubs first, ‘kay?’

About an hour later (after changing into three different outfits before settling on a blouse and shorts), Nyssa arrived at the garage and headed inside.

It was a fairly typical garage, filled with large moveable toolboxes on wheels, and various cars in differing states of disassembly. The only thing that wasn’t typical was the person stood next to an old Toyota.

Tegan was wearing a set of oil-spattered dark blue overalls, with the top part tied around her waist by the sleeves, revealing a white sports bra, that contrasted nicely with her already-bronzing skin (thanks to the sun of the early summer). A pair of welding goggles was on her head, pushing her hair backwards. Her bare arms, shoulders, neck, face and stomach were also spattered in oil, as well as a significant amount of sweat. Nyssa found herself unable to tear her eyes away. Was… was this how Tegan dressed when working at the garage?

The Australian’s eyes were shut and Nyssa could see that a radio was propped up on the top of the wheely tool-kit on the ground beside her.

She could also hear that Tegan was singing along.

‘I've been denying how I feel, you've been denying what you want… you want from me, talk to me, baby…’

Tegan punctuated each line with a gesture, singing loudly. She was clearly unaware that Nyssa had entered the garage.

As the chorus began, Tegan suddenly spun on her heels, turning a perfect pirouette before darting sideways like a ballet dancer.

‘I wanna play where you play with the angels… I wanna wake up with you all in tangles… oh,’ -Tegan wrapped her eyes around her middle and twirled around again- ‘ I wanna cut to the feeling… oh, yeah…I wanna cut to the feeling… oh, yeah-’

At this moment, Tegan opened her eyes. Immediately, Nyssa found herself reflected in those beautiful brown orbs, and the Australian froze where she stood, the song continuing on the radio.

‘N-Nyssa, hi!’ she said, quickly. She darted over to the radio and turned the volume down. Was… was Tegan blushing? ‘How… how are you? Sorry, you caught me in the middle of- well, you obviously saw me singing but…’

Nyssa giggled.

‘Carly Rae Jepson, right?’

‘Y-yeah,’ Tegan said, quickly. ‘I know I’m not the best singer but I thought… y’know, no-one would be here so... sorry, that sounds rude… I-I mean…’

Nyssa giggled again.

‘I loved your performance,’ she said, smiling. ‘You didn’t tell me you had a dancing background.’

‘I… may have qualified as a ballerina at one point,’ Tegan said. ‘You never really forget how to do the steps.’

Tegan rubbed the back of her neck, clearly very embarrassed. Nyssa found herself unable to look away as the Australians arm and shoulder muscles bulged and flexed under the oil and dirt marks. Nyssa had been aware of this before but… wow, Tegan really was in excellent shape, wasn’t she? The tanned skin only accentuated it. Good grief… Nyssa ought to drop by this garage more often-

No- Nyssa thought, stopping that suggestion in its tracks- you are not to bother Tegan whilst she’s working. Certainly not. Tegan was busy as it was, and it wasn’t Nyssa’s place to drop by constantly. This situation was a one-off; Tegan had a job to do, after all. Nyssa would make sure not to bother her.

No matter how hot she looked in a sports bra.

‘I… I just wanted to say thank you for getting me home safe last night,’ Nyssa said, before she completely forgot the reason for her visit. ‘I really appreciate it.’

‘No worries,’ Tegan replied, with a quick grin. ‘Happy to help!’

‘I… I know I was rather… difficult to handle,’ Nyssa said. ‘So my apologies for how I acted.’

‘How you… acted?’

‘I mean, the dancing, the singing, the… stroking your hair,’ Nyssa stammered, feeling her face burn. ‘And, well, when I hugged you, I think I may have gotten a little-’

‘Oh, that!’ Tegan said, with a bark of laughter. ‘Nah, it’s all fine. Believe it or not, that’s not the first time I’ve had a tiddly woman unintentionally touch me up during a hug.’

‘I really am sorry,’ Nyssa said, face now bright red. ‘It wasn’t appropriate. Especially since you were so lovely about getting me home safe. I’m sorry I implied that you were trying to… to…’

‘No worries!’ Tegan repeated, a tad quicker this time. ‘You were drunk, after all; you… you weren’t in your right mind.’

There was a very awkward pause.

‘Tegan, did I… do something else to you after you got me to my place?’ Nyssa said, slowly. Then a horrible thought occurred to her. ‘Oh, no; did I throw up on you? I don’t drink much normally, so I really am sorry-’

‘No, you didn’t, it’s all fine,’ Tegan said, just as quickly. ‘You were good as gold; well, you did forget to do your nightie up but that was easily sorted-’

‘I what?’ Nyssa said, raising her hands to her mouth in horror. ‘Oh my lord! Tegan; how much did you-nevermind! I’m… I’m so sorry! That wasn’t right at all! I shouldn’t have put you in that position!’

Tegan waved a hand airily.

‘It’s not like I haven’t seen you half-dressed before, so no issues,’ she said. ‘Don’t stress over it. You weren’t kidding about being a bit of a dark horse, huh-’

‘Tegan!’

But, as Tegan gave another bark of laughter, Nyssa found herself unable to stop herself giggling. Things had turned out alright; Tegan hadn’t been upset or offended by anything Nyssa had done whilst drunk, so Nyssa’s own mortification didn’t have the same sting anymore. While the previous night’s events were obviously still embarrassing, at least she knew that Tegan didn’t think any less of her because of it.

And -dare she think it?- Nyssa actually didn’t mind the idea of Tegan seeing her being less put-together. It was almost… comforting.

Good grief, she really was hopeless, wasn’t she?

‘I think,’ Nyssa said, slowly. ‘that we need to go somewhere private, to discuss these… rumours. I can’t imagine it’s escaped the notice of people that you helped me walk home last night; I wasn’t exactly quiet when we were walking up the high-street.’

‘Fair point,’ Tegan agreed, nodding. ‘But Tregonnereth is a small town; going to the café would probably just cause more rumours.’

‘Same for both of our houses. Maybe… maybe somewhere in the next town along the coast?’

‘Perfect!’ Tegan said. ‘We can go along the cycle path; I’ve been meaning to go there on my bicycle for a while.’

‘I- bicycle?’ Nyssa squeaked. ‘But, my bike is still in pieces from the move. We can use my car-’

‘Where’s the fun in that?’ Tegan said. ‘You can sit on my bike’s pannier rack; c’mon, it’ll be fun!’

Nyssa stared into those cheerful brown eyes. She was about to point out that the sight of her sat on the back of Tegan’s bike was not only far less private than driving but would also surely add yet more evidence to the rumours now widely circulating Tregonnereth, but somehow found herself unable to express this.

Eventually, she gave in to the inevitable and gave a nod.

‘Great!’ Tegan exclaimed. ‘I’m all finished up here, so just grab your helmet and meet me in the harbour in -say- an hour. I need to get showered.’

Nyssa nodded, now trying desperately to avoid the mental image of Tegan showering. She was definitely hopeless, wasn’t she.

Tegan Jovanka stood in front of the mirror.

A bike ride along the coast, with Nyssa Traken hanging on behind her. How the hell had this happened?

Well, Tegan knew how, but she hadn’t realised until after she’d suggested it that not only would it require Nyssa to get all up-close-and-personal but that, far from dissuading the rumours currently flying around Tregonnereth, it would likely enflame them further.

Tegan rubbed her hair furiously with her towel, and hurried out of the bathroom.

It took her over fifteen minutes to decide on what to wear. Normally, she’d just throw on anything, but this was… special. This was a bike ride with Nyssa. It was… well, it wasn’t a date but…

Tegan eventually settled on a short sleeved Oxford shirt and a pair of old (but otherwise tidy) cargo shorts. She did up her summer trainers, and quickly tucked a pair of sunglasses into the shirt. She had briefly considered putting on some make-up, but decided that she would probably just sweat it off in the heat anyway, so there was no point. Instead, she settled for some lip-balm (her favourite; strawberry flavour).

She’d spent a while desperately trying to decide how to style her hair, before remembering that she’d be wearing a helmet the entire time and that -no matter what she did- her hair would end up squashed regardless.

Grabbing her helmet, Tegan stepped into the storeroom she used as a “garage” of sorts. She wheeled her bike out of the house, and locked the door. She then double-checked that she had her bike lock, clicked her helmet on, and headed down towards the harbour.

The sun was beginning its descent towards the horizon, but Tegan was glad of her sunglasses. Nyssa wasn’t at the harbour yet -Tegan had arrived a few minutes early- so the Australian sat down on a bench, resting her bike against the wall itself nearby.

This was fine. This was going to be a nice evening out with a friend. A really lovely, awesome, beautiful and kind friend who just happened to be Tegan’s-

‘Nice bike.’

Tegan startled.

Nyssa had arrived, walking across the harbour. She was wearing a white summer blouse and a pair of denim shorts, with a pair of trainers. A helmet hung from her hand. Her hair was loose, and her eyes were inquisitive as she surveyed Tegan’s bicycle.

‘T-thanks,’ Tegan replied, cursing herself for her own awkwardness as she stood up. She had to pull herself together! ‘I’ve had this old girl a long while; she’s never let me down.’

‘Why is she painted blue?’

Tegan shrugged.

‘She was like that when I bought her. She had a service last week, so all good to go. All set?’

Nyssa nodded, her soft, pink lips breaking into a wide smile.

Tegan’s face flushed red, and she looked away.

No, she told herself, sternly, you are not thinking about that. Nyssa had been drunk, after all; she had clearly not realised what she was doing. Wine affected different people in different ways; to Nyssa, it clearly just made her very physically tactile. The kiss was obviously just an extension of that.

Tegan climbed onto the saddle, and arranged the pedals so that they could speed off quickly. She then gestured to Nyssa, and the curly-haired woman nodded, doing her helmet up.

Nyssa sat down sideways on the pannier rack, her legs dangling off the side.

‘Off we go!’ Tegan said, pushing down on one pedal.

The bike moved forward.

There was a bump. Tegan startled, as Nyssa’s arms were suddenly crossed around her waist.

‘Sorry!’ Nyssa exclaimed, sounding a little out-of-breath. ‘My balance isn’t the best!’

‘N-no worries,’ Tegan said, keeping her head firmly pointing ahead and ignoring the rush in her pulse as Nyssa clung to her. Those hands were barely an inch away from… oh, dear… ‘You okay?’

‘Yes, thank you.’

Making their way out of the harbour, they followed the road until it reached the nearby coastal trail. It ran parallel to the sea, with trees on either side to provide shade. Not that Tegan could properly concentrate on it, given the fact that Nyssa smelled really nice and was really flippin’ close to her.

As they made their way along the coastal path, Tegan could see someone in the distance. Please don’t be a local… please don’t be a-

It was Jo Grant, walking her dog. Of course.

‘Evening, Jo,’ Tegan said quickly, as they sped past. ‘Lovely weather, eh…’

~Guess who I just saw perched on the back of Tegan’s bike going along the coast trail!

~Jo, not this again…

~Benton, shush. Jo, who?

~Nyssa! With her arms around Tegan’s waist!

~Oh, that’s wonderful! So romantic!

~I TOLD you it wasn’t just a one-night thing, Liz! Those two are in lurrve!

~Or, just maybe, Nyssa’s car is broken and Tegan’s helping her pick up some spare parts from the next town. It’s not like Tregonnereth’s garage has a lot of stuff. Or, possibly, Tegan suggested they go for a bike ride to enjoy the evening.

~Benton, why are you like this?

~This chat is for neighbourhood bulletins, Jo; not gossip. Unlike some of you, I’m not obsessed with Tegan and Nyssa’s private business.

~Actually, he does have a point.

~Liz! Not you too!

~Look, regardless of whether they are friends or otherwise, maybe we should all give them some space? Nyssa is still settling in; we should be more respectful of her privacy.

~Exactly; thank you, Liz.

~You two are no fun :(

~Jo Grant, I seem to recall you regarding me as a lot of fun back when you were realising you weren’t straight.

~LIZ!

~I love being aroace; this is blimming hilarious, Liz.

~Thanks, Benton.

~NOT FUNNY, YOU TWO!

St Nanswithien was a bit larger than Tregonnereth, with several beachside cafes and restaurants. However, as the summer holidays hadn’t started yet, the place was still largely populated by locals and the occasional elderly couple from up-country.

Tegan slowed to a stop at the end of the trail. After locking the bike up at one of the stands provided, the two women headed into town, their helmets hanging loosely from their hands. It was shaping up to be a gorgeous evening on the Cornish coast, and Tegan couldn’t think of anyone else she would rather spend it with.

Especially when Nyssa came smiling at her like that.

Bollocks.

It really wasn’t fair.

They chose one of the restaurants, and sat down at one of the tables set up next to the sea front. There was a gentle summer breeze rolling in, which ruffled the curls of Nyssa’s long hair wonderfully.

‘So…’ Tegan said, after they had ordered. ‘Er… I didn’t know you liked Carly Rae Jepson.’

As soon as the words left her found, she knew it was a stupid thing to say. Nyssa didn’t want to be reminded of what she’d sung whilst drunk!

‘I could say the same about you,’ Nyssa said, smiling softly. Dimples appeared in her cheeks. She didn’t remotely annoyed by Tegan’s pig-headed question. ‘Also I seem to recall you mentioning that you did ballet?’

‘Fair point,’ Tegan replied. ‘Er… bit of a long story, to be honest.’

‘Tegan, you’re qualified for basically everything under the sun. I’d pretty sure you could land a commercial jetliner if need-be.’

Tegan burst out laughing, and Nyssa grinned again.

‘I… I did ballet lessons when I was at school,’ Tegan explained. ‘Got fairly good at it, to be honest. And… well, when I travelling around the UK, I used to get gigs to perform at random theatres as a last-minute cast change. I never made enough money to make it a career, but it kept the wolf from the door.’

‘Your life is just so fascinating,’ Nyssa said, grey-green eyes widening in delight. ‘Has anyone ever told you that?’

‘Er…’ Tegan stammered, feeling a little hot under the collar. She wished Nyssa would stop staring at her like that, but also wished that Nyssa would stare at her like that forever. ‘N-not the way you did.’

The two women shared a smile, and Tegan was once again reminded of how much she enjoyed being around Nyssa Traken. It seemed a lifetime ago that she’d dumped the Londoner’s shoes in front of her in the sand of Tregonnereth beach. It now felt like Nyssa had always been there, like a place had been reserved for her the entire time in the small Cornish town that Tegan called home.

Tegan smiled softly, and Nyssa’s cheeks dimpled again as she returned it. God, she looked lovely in the gentle sunshine, with the sea breeze blowing through her hair. Her kind smile lit up the world around her, and her sweet grey-green eyes were warm and comforting.

Was it any wonder that Tegan had fallen for her?

‘Alright, Mel?’

Ace was standing on the doorstep, smiling cheerfully. Mel had heard the knock on the door, after having just finished doing the dishes from her evening meal.

‘Hello, Ace,’ she said, smiling. ‘You alright?’

‘Good, thanks; just thought I’d pop round to see you.’

‘Oh, you’re so sweet,’ Mel replied, with a giggle. ‘Would you like to come in?’

‘I’d love to, but I have to run some errands for Barbara this evening. Nyssa out somewhere?’

Mel chuckled.

‘Given that she stormed in, spent ages fussing over her clothes before storming out again with her bike helmet under her arm, I’m guessing Tegan invited her for a bike ride somewhere.’

Ace chuckled.

‘Yeah, that sounds about right. Er… Mel?’

‘Yes?’

‘How… how does your hair look that good?’

Mel felt her cheeks burn. Caught off-guard by the sudden compliment, she opened and closed her mouth several times.

‘Er, w-well,’ she stammered. ‘I-I suppose it’s just genetic.’

Ace smiled.

‘I wish my hair was like yours.’

‘Why?’

‘Dunno. Hang on, let me show you…’

Ace removed her hairband. A mane of long light-brown hair descended over her shoulders.

Mel’s mouth fell open.

‘What?’ Ace said, sounding a little nervous. ‘It is weird?’

‘N-no!’ Mel exclaimed. ‘No; i-it looks… lovely! Beautiful!’

Ace turned to look at her.

‘Beautiful?’

Mel nodded, feeling very breathless.

‘People normally just call me cute,’ Ace said. ‘Like I’m a kid still.’

‘Well, I think you’re beautiful, Ace; definitely not a kid,’ Mel said. ‘Although you can be called cute as an adult too.’

Before she could overthink it, she leaned in and pressed her lips to Ace’s cheek briefly.

‘I’ll… see you around, then?’

‘Yeah…’ Ace said, her eyes sparkling. ‘Definitely.’

Mel gave a final shy smile, before she closed the door, biting down on her lower lip to prevent herself from grinning too hard.

Ace slowly turned and walked back along the side-street. As she ambled along, she reached up and touched her cheek where Mel’s lips had just been.

‘Wicked…’ she said, softly, to herself.

Tegan and Nyssa had discussed the rumours flying around the town, but that had barely taken them a few minutes. Instead, Nyssa spent most of the evening enthralled as Tegan basically gave an entire account of her life travelling around the UK. She’d worked as everything from a stage-hand at a theatre, to a catalogue model for active wear, to a Blackpool Rock vendor on the famous seafront, to one very unusual month working as a costumier’s assistant in the West End.

‘I had to get used to seeing women in various states of undress,’ Tegan chuckled. ‘I mean, if I wasn’t gay before that…’

Nyssa laughed, unable to keep the smile off her face. The two of them had finished their plates of fish-and-chips long ago, but they had been unable to stop talking.

‘When did you realise you were a lesbian, then?’ Nyssa asked. ‘I take it you had figured it out by the time you started living in the UK?’

‘Yeah, probably when I was about 8,’ Tegan said, taking a quick sip of her water. ‘Not to be a stereotype, but I think Kylie Minogue had something to do with it.’

Nyssa chuckled.

‘Why does this not surprise me? I imagine her as a mechanic in “Neighbours” was a good deal of gender envy for you, wasn’t it.’

‘Am I really that predictable?’

‘I don’t know,’ Nyssa said, smirking. ‘Are you?’

‘Well, in this case, yeah,’ Tegan admitted, with a laugh. ‘Speaking of which, I hope I didn’t scare you earlier in the garage.’

‘Oh, yes; the image of an attractive woman in a sports bra and overalls dancing to a gay icon was absolutely terrifying,’ Nyssa chuckled. ‘However can I possibly forgive you?’

Tegan blushed prettily.

About an hour later, the two women were back on Tegan’s bicycle, travelling back along the coastal trail to Tregonnereth. The sun was sinking below the horizon, and a lovely twilight glow was beginning to appear under the trees. Nyssa had automatically put her arms around Tegan’s waist and, since the Australian hadn’t mentioned it, Nyssa decided to remain that way. She had known that Tegan was muscular, but her stomach was surprisingly soft under the cotton of her shirt. Nyssa resisted the urge to squeeze gently; that would be inappropriate, after all. She had no intention of potentially complicating things further, especially since Tegan hadn’t held her drunken actions against her.

At one point, the trees opened up on the coast side, revealing a sandy beach. Tegan pulled over to the side, putting one foot on the ground to steady the bike.

‘Fancy a walk on the beach?’

‘Er… okay,’ Nyssa said, reluctantly removing her arms from around Tegan’s waist and climbing off the pannier rack.

Tegan grinned, and climbed off the bike. She then dangled their helmets on the handlebars, and hurried down onto the beach, before quickly kicking off her trainers. The wind -soft and warm- ruffled the locks of her shortly clipped hair and her shirt flapped around her.

Nyssa slipped off her own shoes, and followed Tegan onto the sand. The summer evening was pleasantly warm, and the grains under her toes were gentle to the touch.

With a laugh, Tegan waded into the shallows, splashing as she turned to face Nyssa.

‘Come on, Nys!’ she exclaimed, with a wide grin. ‘The water’s lovely!’

The water was not the loveliest thing in Nyssa’s field of vision, but she decided it wouldn’t be best to say that.

Smiling a little shyly, Nyssa waded into the shallows after the Australian, and Tegan approached, guiding her across the sinky sand. Nyssa’s hands were, all of a sudden, on Tegan’s upper arms as she steadied herself.

Tegan grinned, cheeks dimpling slightly. The wind continued to ruffle her short hair, and the splash from the water was already becoming visible on her shorts and shirt.

Nyssa smiled in return, still feeling a little flustered as she felt the muscles under Tegan’s shirt. Were her shoulders really that broad? Was her smile really that beautiful? Were her eyes really such a gorgeous shade of brown, within which Nyssa could see herself reflected?

Were Tegan’s lips really so puffy and soft-

Wait, how did Nyssa know how soft they were?

And, finally, the gap in Nyssa’s memory from the previous evening was finally filled in.

She’d kissed her.

She’d kissed Tegan Jovanka.

In the shallows of that beach, with no-one else around, Nyssa remembered that her lips had been pressed against the lips of the wonderful woman who was laughing happily in delight before her.

Oh, no.

‘Nightcap?’

‘Er…’ Nyssa said, hesitantly. The two of them had arrived back in Tregonnereth, and walked up the high-street, Tegan pushing the bike up due to the steepness of the hill. ‘I mean, after what happened last night…’

‘Non-alcoholic?’ Tegan elaborated. ‘I’ve got fruit squash, cola, lemonade; what do you want?’

Tegan. Nyssa wanted Tegan.

But Nyssa didn’t say that. How could she possibly say that?

‘A lemonade, please.’

A few minutes later, they were sat on Tegan’s sofa. The sun had finally set, and Tegan had turned on a few small lamps. The Australian poured two glasses of lemonade for them.

‘Cheers,’ she said, tapping her glass to Nyssa’s. ‘This was a lovely evening, wasn’t it.’

‘Agreed,’ Nyssa replied. ‘I… I don’t quite how to thank you.’

‘Oh, relax,’ Tegan said. ‘The pleasure was all mine; it’s lovely to get to show someone else the places you love. And we did complete our mission of discussing those rumours.’

Whilst probably contributing more to those rumours, Nyssa thought. A bicycle ride along the coast, with Nyssa’s arms around Tegan’s waist? How on earth could that possibly be seen as platonic?

Nyssa took a sip of her lemonade. Oh, it was all so complicated!

‘By the way,’ Tegan asked. ‘I didn’t get a chance to ask herself; how did you realise you weren’t straight? If that’s okay to ask, of course?’

‘It is okay to ask,’ Nyssa replied. ‘I… well, I suppose I began to notice that women were pretty when I was very young, but I thought everyone was joking about the sexual attraction thing for years.’

Tegan looked a little confused.

‘You… you don’t experience that?’

‘It’s… complicated,’ Nyssa said, quickly taking a sip from her drink and leaning back against the sofa. ‘Like a lot of bi aces, I am just… perpetually confused by my own sexuality.’

‘Oh, I thought you were…’

‘I’m biromantic and asexual,’ Nyssa explained. ‘But I find queer suits me fine as well. I’m sex-favourable, you see.’

‘Oh,’ Tegan said, slowly. ‘That’s… good to know.’

Nyssa giggled, putting her glass down on the table.

‘Good to know? Why on earth would that be good to know?’

‘I… I don’t understand.’

Tegan genuinely looked baffled. Nyssa took a deep breath and began to explain.

‘A lot of people assume aces are all repulsed by sex,’ she said. ‘But we aren’t; like with everyone else, it’s very much unique for each ace person. There’s a lot of confusion, because asexuality is still such an unknown thing for most other people. I’ve even had people ask whether I get grossed out by kissing.’

‘And… and you don’t?’

Nyssa swallowed. Tegan was looking at her, looking slightly nervous.

‘I find it rather lovely,’ she said, quickly. ‘But every ace person is different. Just because I’m ace doesn’t mean I’m automatically aromantic as well. Does… does that make sense?’

‘Yeah,’ Tegan said, softly. ‘It does. Sorry; I’ve made this all heavy.’

‘No, I don’t mind explaining,’ Nyssa replied, with a smile. ‘I just… I don’t know why you seem so concerned. Normally, my friends just nod and then we talk about something else.’

‘Well,’ Tegan said. Were… were her cheeks flushed? ‘I ask because…I… I think it would be rather important. To know about this, I mean.’

‘How?’

‘Oh, come off, Nyssa,’ Tegan said, with a nervy laugh. ‘Don’t act like you don’t know. It’s been blindingly obvious for a while now; I’m not exactly good at subtlety.’

‘I… what are you talking about?’

Tegan’s face had now bypassed red and turned scarlet.

‘I’m taking about the… the fact that I fancy you and it’s embarrassingly obvious.’

Nyssa’s mouth fell open. What? How? When-

‘I… Tegan,’ Nyssa gasped, scarcely able to believe what the Australian had just said. ‘Do… do you mean that?’

‘Of course,’ the Australian said, sounding utterly mortified. ‘And I know you probably don’t feel the same for me; that’s okay. I just… I love spending time with you and I’m more than happy to be your friend. If… if that’s okay with you. But I understand if you don’t… if you’d rather not be around me for a while.’

Nyssa stared at her, utterly astonished. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard; Tegan… fancied her? Nyssa knew that Tegan found her objectively attractive; that much had been confirmed fairly soon after Nyssa had moved to Tregonnereth, but… for Tegan to see her like that? It blew Nyssa’s mind.

‘Tegan,’ Nyssa said, softly, before her nerve disappeared. ‘Is this why you didn’t mention that I kissed you last night?’

Tegan choked on her drink. Spluttering, the Australian gaped at her, face turning bright red.

‘Y-you remember that?’

‘I… well, I only remembered when we were on that beach.’

‘O-oh,’ Tegan stammered, putting down her glass on the table. ‘And… you weren’t bothered by it?’

‘Tegan, you’re a lovely person; how could I possibly-’

‘I… I just figured,’ Tegan said. ‘That, since you didn’t bring up the kiss, you’d rather forget it happened. I guess I thought you regretted it.’

‘Regretted it?’ Nyssa repeated, shocked. ‘Tegan, I could never regret kissing you!’

Tegan stared at her.

‘I mean, obviously there’s the fact that I just planted a kiss on you without clear consent,’ Nyssa rambled. ‘Which is wrong and bad, and obviously I wouldn’t do that I was sober...’

Nyssa was suddenly aware that the two of them were sat barely a few inches apart. And that, during her rambling, she had actually moved closer to Tegan. Who had then moved closer to Nyssa.

‘You…’ Tegan whispered, so softly it was like velvet to Nyssa’s ears. ‘You mean you’d wished you’d kiss me whilst sober?’

Nyssa could hear her heartbeat in her ears.

‘I… yes, I do. Tegan, I… I thought it was obvious that I… my feelings for you… they’re...’ she stammered. ‘I… I thought I was the one with the obvious crush on you!’

Tegan’s face broke into a wide smile.

‘You… you mean that? You’re not just trying to… to…’

Nyssa leaned forward. Tegan’s face was barely an inch from hers. The Australian was blushing prettily in the glow of the evening sunshine, and Nyssa could practically see her own flustered face in those gorgeous brown eyes.

Tegan’s eyes fluttered shut.

Nyssa closed the distance, and pressed her lips to Tegan’s.

She tasted of lemonade, and chips, and a vague lingering sensation of strawberry that Nyssa guessed was her lip-balm. Tegan gave a soft sigh against Nyssa’s lips, and Nyssa deepened the kiss, feeling her hands come to rest gently on the older woman’s shoulders.

It felt… oh, how to describe it? The events of every day since she had first met Tegan swirled in her head. She was unable to focus on anything other than the fact that her mouth was pressed against Tegan Jovanka’s, and that she would happily continue to do until the earth blew up.

The Australian raised her hands, gentling folding around Nyssa’s back, to softly pull her closer. Nyssa got the distinct impression that Tegan was trying to keep calm, so as not to overwhelm her. Her heart welled; what had she done to deserve the affections of such a sweet, kind-hearted woman?

Their lips parted, gently.

‘Wow.’

Tegan giggled.

‘Thanks; I am rather good at kissing women-’

‘Shush, Tegan.’

‘You gonna make me, Nyssa with a y?’

In response, Nyssa put her finger underneath Tegan’s chin, tilting her head slightly up. The Australian’s eyes widened slightly, and her lips parted, breath hitching huskily.

‘Yes.’

Nyssa pressed her mouth to Tegan’s, and this time it was far less chaste. Her lips pressed hungrily against those soft, irresistible lips. Tegan responded in kind, her tongue slipping gently inside Nyssa’s mouth, and Nyssa felt a warmth spark into life in the region of her stomach. Her hand slid up from Tegan’s chin, burying itself in the short, cropped hair near her ears. Nyssa felt a heady shiver go up her spine, and she pressed herself close to the older woman, her other hand sliding down Tegan’s back and coming to a rest on the toned muscle around her-

Tegan let out a breathy moan against Nyssa’s lips. Bingo.

Pulling away slightly, Nyssa stared into Tegan’s eyes, which had fluttered open again. The Australian was breathing heavily, and the effect was rather wonderful to behold.

‘Wow…’ Tegan gasped, as if short of breath.

Nyssa smirked.

‘You like that?’ she said, punctuating the last word with a squeeze.

Tegan nodded, blinking quickly.

‘In that case…’ Nyssa whispered, against Tegan’s ear. ‘shall we head upstairs?’

Tegan’s cheeks flushed still darker; she breathlessly -and enthusiastically- nodded.

Grinning, Nyssa stood up off the sofa, and pulled Tegan up by the hand, before curling her arm around Tegan’s waist. Leaving their half-full glasses of lemonade on the coffee table, the two women -their mouths meeting in hungry kisses once again- made their way out of the room and up the stairs.

Still kissing, they pushed open the door of what was presumably Tegan’s bedroom. Tegan touched a swift, and a small lamplight turned on. As one, their hands began to pull at the fastenings of their clothes, indiscriminately pulling open buttons. Tegan’s cargo shorts descended to the floor, and Nyssa’s own jean shorts followed a few moments later. The top few buttons of their tops were also unfastened, although -by that point- their kisses had become so intense that their hands had stopped roaming. Tegan’s legs were suddenly backed up against the mattress, and Nyssa leaned against her. With a whump, they landed haphazardly on the bed.

Nyssa, who had somehow ended up on top of Tegan, grinned down at the Australian, eyes glittering. The warmth in her stomach had sunk lower, exploding into a deep heat between her legs, lapping at her insides and raising her pulse further.

‘Shirt off.’

Tegan fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, before finally discarding the offending garment off the bed and onto the floor.

‘Damn,’ Nyssa whispered, unable to pull her eyes away. Okay, she definitely had a thing for seeing Tegan in situations like this. The fire between her legs growing hotter every second that she was straddling the Australian. ‘Those tan-lines are…’

‘G-get used to it,’ Tegan stammered, breathlessly. ‘Summer’s only just beginning, and I’m out in the sunshine a lot.’

‘Oh, I hope so,’ Nyssa said, gently trailing one of the lines along Tegan’s skin with her finger. It was slightly slick with sweat, and was irresistibly warm to the touch. ‘This is a work of art.’

Tegan blushed prettily.

‘C-c’mon, Nys,’ she pleaded. ‘It’s not fair I’m the only one undressed.’

Nyssa chuckled, before quickly discarding her top.

Tegan’s mouth hung open, eyes sparkling.

‘Wow…’

Nyssa giggled. She was so glad she had changed out of her everyday underwear; this set was one of her favourites, in which she felt comfortable and yet also a little dangerous. And she could tell that her confidence was causing Tegan some excitement.

Leaning down, Nyssa hungrily pressed her lips to Tegan’s. The Australian gave a deep moan, and Nyssa found her hands beginning to wander, slipping down Tegan’s chest, down past her stomach until finally slipping under the thin fabric and reaching-

Oh, Tegan was definitely enjoying this.

‘Nys…’ Tegan moaned softly against Nyssa’s lips. ‘Oh, god…’

Nyssa redoubled her hungry kisses to Tegan’s mouth, growing hungrier and hungrier by the second. Her other hand began to slip around Tegan’s back, sweaty fingers fumbling slightly with the clasp. More… more…

Tegan breathed Nyssa’s name against her lips. The Australian’s own hands were already on Nyssa’s back, and her legs were writhing on the mattress, thighs aquiver.

Yes. Yes! More! This was amazing, this was-

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Nyssa gave an angry groan, as she felt her phone ring from a few feet away. Who was calling at this hour?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Well, it could wait! She redoubled her attention to Tegan’s lips, finally managing to undo the clasp around her back and running her hands across the revealed skin beneath.

‘Don’t you want to answer that?’ Tegan breathed, pulling apart slightly. Nyssa swallowed, her heart pounding against her chest.

‘Do… do I have to?’

‘Well, I am more than happy to continue what we’re doing,’ Tegan chuckled, grinning. ‘But it could be important.’

Nyssa sighed.

‘Alright; I’ll be back in a moment, my darling,’ she said, before pressing a quick kiss to Tegan’s lips. ‘Don’t go cold without me.’

‘Oh, I assure you,’ Tegan said, with a chuckle. ‘There’ll be no chance of that happening…’

Nyssa sat up and climbed off the Australia, awkwardly swung her legs over the bed, before standing up. In the half-light of the room, it took her a while to locate where she had dropped her shorts. But, after some awkward scrambling, Nyssa retrieved her phone from her pocket and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She clicked the answer button without looking.

‘Hello?’

‘Hello, Nyssa!’

Nyssa froze.

‘Er… Romana?’

‘Hi! How are you?’

‘Er…’ Nyssa said, suddenly aware that she was only wearing her underthings. She cleared her throat, feeling rather peculiar as she sat with a half-naked Tegan barely a few feet away behind her. ‘Y-yes, I’m fine, thank you. How… how are you?’

‘About the same. Listen, I’ve heard that you’ve moved down to Cornwall recently. I’m going to be near your new place this weekend; how would you like to meet up? Show me around?’

‘Er…’

Tegan was sending Nyssa a quizzical look as she sat up on the bed. Nyssa mouthed “old uni friend” at her, before putting the phone back to her ear.

‘Yes, that sounds lovely. It’ll be great to catch up.’

‘Wonderful! I’ll text you what time I’ll be there nearer the time; see you this weekend, then!’

Nyssa disconnected the call. Tegan was now sat up against the pillows, and was dumping an item of clothing over the side of the bed. Nyssa found her eyes drawn down from the Australian’s face to where…

Wow. Now, that was a sight. Nyssa felt the heat between her legs burst into flames once again, hungrier for the wait it had endured. Good grief, the things this woman was doing to her…

‘Everything okay?’

‘Yes,’ Nyssa said, placing her phone on the desk nearby. ‘Sorry, I should’ve turned it off…’

‘Nah, it’s fine,’ Tegan said, grinning. ‘Friends are friends, after all.’

‘I suppose,’ Nyssa strode across the room and settled down next to Tegan. She couldn’t prevent her eyes from slipping down Tegan’s body and up again. ‘You… you still want…’

In response, Tegan pressed her lips to Nyssa, and the two women tumbled sideways onto the bed, their limbs becoming entangled as they fell. One of Nyssa’s hands came to land on Tegan’s upper thigh, dragging her leg over Nyssa’s, the warmth between her legs burning stronger at the renewed contact. Her other hand was curled into Tegan’s hair, as she pressed her mouth tighter, before sliding sideways to press yet more hungry kisses to Tegan’s neck. God, the feel of her skin was just indescribable!

Tegan’s hands began to roam, travelling down Nyssa’s body before finally reaching-

‘Geez, Nys, someone’s excited,’ Tegan chuckled. ‘If I’d known this before, I’d have gotten out my ti-’

‘Shut up and kiss me again.’

The Australian laughed, before pressing her lips against Nyssa’s once again. Nyssa was now strongly inclined to believe she could get very easily used to this. She had gone a long time without knowing what Tegan tasted like, and she did not want to go back to her prior state.

And, in terms of other things she could get used to, the feeling of Tegan pressed up against her was wonderful. God, this was incredible! She never wanted it to stop! Her hand slipped down Tegan’s side, slipping down her lower back, her fingers sinking hungrily into the soft flesh-

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Nyssa’s brain spat out an angry string of Welsh swear words. Why was everyone trying to ring her this evening, of all times?

Beep. Beep. Beep.

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled, pulling away from Tegan’s lips. ‘I swear, I rarely get this many calls in one evening…’

‘It’s okay; we’ve got all night,’ Tegan said, with a chuckle. ‘Maybe this one is urgent?’

‘It better be.’

Reluctantly, Nyssa climbed off the mattress again, and picked her phone off up the desk.

Nyssa hit the answer button, putting the phone to her ear. She rubbed her forehead with her other hand. She swore, if this was one of those scam callers…

‘Noswaith dda, Nyssa!’

Nyssa stood, stunned.

‘Dad?’

‘Sut dych chi, love?’

‘Er… dw i’n iawn. Is everything alright?’

‘Well, you said you’ve moved down to Cornwall and I thought to myself; Tremas, I said, you could do with a bit of Cornish sun this summer. How about showing your old dad some of the sights, eh? Tregonnereth’s the name of the town, isn’t it?’

‘I… yes, dad; that’s lovely. When were you thinking?’

‘About two weeks from now? I haven’t booked anything yet; thought it best to check with you first.’

‘That should be fine, yes.’

‘Lovely! I’ll get that booked. You alright, love? You sound a little nervous; did I catch you in the middle of something?’

‘Er… sort of.’

‘Oh; say no more, I’ll be off. Noswaith dda, Nyssa!’

‘Noswaith dda, dad.’

Nyssa disconnected the call, before turning the phone off and putting it on the desk.

‘Your dad, right?’ Tegan said, softly. She got up and came to stand beside Nyssa. Under normal circumstances, the inclusion of a topless Tegan into Nyssa’s field of vision would have overwhelmed everything else, but the entire evening had definitely not been a normal circumstance. ‘Everything okay?’

‘Yes…’ Nyssa replied, quietly. ‘Just… he’s coming here to visit in two weeks.’

‘Is… is that not a good thing?’

‘No, it is. But… oh, what am I going to tell him?’

Tegan looked at her, before placing a hand gently on her arm.

‘Does… does he not know about you-’

‘Oh, he’s known that I wasn’t straight since I was a child,’ Nyssa said, quickly, waving a hand absentmindedly. ‘He’s always been fine about it. I mean, he fancied Felicity Kendal too, after all. No, it’s not that…’

She took Tegan’s hand and squeezed it.

‘How am I going to explain about… us?’

Tegan raised two eyebrows, and she blinked quickly, squeezing Nyssa’s hand in response.

‘Is.. is there an us, yet? I-I mean, I’d like to think so, but I wasn’t sure if you also…’

‘Tegan, judging from the past hour, I think we can definitely agree that there is an “us”. The fact that we’re stood half-naked in your bedroom is further evidence, is it not?’

‘Oh,’ Tegan said, before grinning. ‘Yeah, that’s pretty awesome.’

‘Agreed,’ Nyssa said. ‘And speaking of tongues…’

Placing her hands on Tegan’s shoulders, Nyssa pushed her back up the nearest wall. The Australian gave a giddy laugh, before their lips met again. Nyssa’s tongue slipped into Tegan’s mouth, and her hands began to roam, one slipping under the fabric of Tegan’s knickers to pull them down and the other fondling… well, Tegan could tell exactly what parts of her were being fondled, and seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Tegan gave a gleeful giggle at Nyssa’s enthusiasm, and her own hands began to work; first at the clasp at Nyssa’s back, which broke apart under Tegan’s onslaught, and then slipping under the fabric sat at her waist, pulling it down over Nyssa’s rear end.

A few moments later, all their remaining items of clothing had been discarded by their feet. Tegan’s legs parted around Nyssa, who surged forward, pressing Tegan up close up against the wall. Giggling against Tegan, Nyssa could feel her heart pounding happily against her chest. The two women were pressed together, closer than Nyssa had dared to dream barely an hour before.

Work wasn’t for another twelve hours. That gave them plenty of time. Time that would be just for them to enjoy, uninterrupted.

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Thanks for reading, everyone! I did consider drawing out the pining for a few more chapters but there's enough hardship in the world as it is without Tegan and Nyssa agonising over each other needlessly. Healthy communication is important to any relationship, after all. Besides, this fic is supposed to have a chill, relaxed summertime vibe anyway. Stay tuned for a great deal of cute fluff!

#'glad all over (cake by the ocean)'#doctor who fanfiction #nyssa #nyssa of traken #tegan jovanka #nyssa/tegan #tegan/nyssa #nyssa x tegan #tegan x nyssa #indestructible #heathrow scientific #tyssa #mel/ace #ace/mel #tw: alcohol mention #saucy #it's ace safe but only just

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kickasstorrents · 7 months

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everything hurts when i touch it i pickedup my 2 glasses of water (im a double handed drinker) & i want yowch that hurt my fingers!

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sanityshorror · 9 months

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(finally finished going through this whole mess and yowch)

Def agree with you about the whole Chris Piss situation, but tbh the whole “living with your mom” thing is kind of a complicated issue? I don’t know his personal situation, but as an adult with serious health issues, I’ve found out I may need to live with a caretaker for the rest of my life, whether that is a parent or someone else. It also depends a lot on where you live (rip to the US, especially in California where we are in an extreme housing/homelessness crisis)

I know probably weren’t trying to target people like me and just trying to insult this asshole (which is perfectly valid!! He sucks!i hope he rots in jail!!) but just want you to know that in trying to take him down, you may be inadvertently hurting others /gen.

anyways have a nice day and hope this situation cools down :)

Oh it's nothing against those who have legitimate reasons or even those who simply choose to live with their parents out of simple family closeness! This simply is not the case with Chris, he spends all day online harassing people and lives off his 80 year old mothers money. That's the issue with him. He should be taking care of his mother, if not financially then at very least, assist her at home. But no, Reddit and Twitter and harassing minors and 20 somethings is his priority. Mind you, he's 43/44.

I would love for the situation to die down, and so would Moth. Both of us just want to create our content! And yes, Moth is aware and so am I, that our content is not for everyone, that's fine! Block and move on! But this situation is completely out of hand and utterly unacceptable. I refuse to be further stalked and harassed by Chris, and I refuse to abandon my friend and will continue to stand up for Moth.

Once Chris and his pal TCR knock it the fuck off and move on, then Moth and myself will immediately and very fucking happily let go of this shit.

It's just wild to me how this happened..🗿✌️

You take care /gen

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jariten · 2 years

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April 2022 Roundup!!

Noticing the same trend from last year where there were just no new series for me at the first half of the year so I’m doing a half n’ half English and Japanese manga for this month!

Seven Seas has a really good track record for autobiographical essay manga and My Brain Is Different: Stories of ADHD and Other Developmental Disorders by Monzusu is a continuation of that record. This essay manga is Monzusu’s own personal story of being diagnosed with ADHD as an adult and other personal stories submitted to her by readers of their own history living with ADHD and/or autism. And oooof ahhhh owwww you when you connect with other people’s personal stories so much it hurts?? These stories also offer an insight on the specific challenges Japanese people with these conditions face in school and the workforce, which most of the people featured experienced at times to be extremely challenging due to lack of understanding and accommodations. Well to do a complete mood shift from that; I’m late to the party by How Do We Relationship by Tamifull has in the first 2 volumes been one of the better lesbian stories I’ve ever read, with a large and charming cast, relationship milestones and the internal and external challenges two women in love might encounter.

And finallyyyyyyy the Katsuhiro Otomo complete works is releasing! The first batch came in January with Domu and part 1 of the Akira movie storyboards, then in March came Boogie Woogie Waltz, a collection of one-shots from 1974-75 and part 2 of the Akira storyboards. The next batch is in May and will feature Highway Star and Sayonara Nippon. I couldn’t get my hands on Domu and Boogie Woogie Waltz until recently (the Akira storyboards were just too expensive...) and experiencing Domu again unflipped was a treat especially with the oversized trim size and premium paper. Could do without the plastic dust jacket that smelled like pool chemicals. Still shocking he never animated this but honestly? why would he when its so seamlessly cinematic in its original form! Here’s also the Otomo Complete Works website for those who want more information (unfortunately all in Japanese for the time being). If anyone wants a closer look on the volumes let me know and I can share some pictures! And finally got to Tokyo Tarareba Girls Season 2 by Akiko Higashimura and that one will actually get a spotlight of its own very soon as its untranslated. For now my thoughts are: oof ooooffff owwwww yowch

#roundup #recommendation corner #my scans

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linkedkeysau-official · 1 year

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Linked Keys Febuwhump

Day 5- "That's Gonna Scar"

It was a surprisingly clear day in Wild's era. It had rained a little that morning, making the ground muddy and slippery, but it was sunny out, and Wild's Slate predicted sunshine for the rest of the day. The Chain was staying at the Riverside stable, taking a day to rest and recoup after almost a week straight of non-stop fighting and traveling. The Champion himself, however, was nowhere to be seen. That was usually a very bad sign, especially considering Mask also seemed to be missing. The kid liked to wander off on his own, and his dads trusted him enough to not get lost in a place like Hyrule Field. But whenever two or more of the so-called "Reckless Idiots"— as they were referred to by the others— were missing, it was almost always a very bad sign. Especially when Wild (Reckless Idiots #1) was involved.

After about 15 minutes of half the group frantically searching for the two to make sure they were staying out of trouble, they spotted the kid and the Champion at the top of the hill behind the stable. Everyone was relieved they hadn't gone too far until they saw what Wild was doing. He was talking to Mask as if explaining something. He gestured to his shield, a lot too.

Wild.

Hill.

Shield.

Oh no.

Before anyone could stop him, he was racing down the hill on his Knight's Shield, sliding down at breakneck speed towards the stable, the biggest grin on his face. He glanced back at Mask, watching him from the top with his little Hero's Shield. The other heroes watched from the bottom as Wild approached the base of the hill, wondering if perhaps he'd be okay after all.

Then the shield broke, shattering into a million shards of metal as Wild pitched forward, rolling hard down the hill the rest of the way before coming to a stop just a few meters from where the others were watching.

After laying on the ground for a minute, trying to take in what just happened, Wild felt a sharp pain in his right calf. He glanced down cautiously and saw a jagged chunk of metal— a shard of his shield— embedded in his leg.

"Oh Hylia's tits, this is NOT happening right now!!!" He cried out, a clear indication to the stunned observers that he was injured.

"Wild!" Hyrule ran towards him.

"Cub! Are you okay?" Twilight followed close behind, "Oh crap… that's not good."

"Yikes… Yeah that's bad. Looks like it's in there pretty deep too…" Hyule muttered, "I'll need to pull it out before I can heal it, but I don't have anything to clean it with, and who knows what that shield's touched. That's a huge infection risk."

"I have something that might work. I was saving it because it's kind of hard to come by, but… using just a little bit probably wouldn't hurt." Twilight offered. He reached into his pouch and brought out a small bottle with a label on it. He handed the bottle to Hyrule.

“F… air…y… Fairy Tea…” Hyrule started at the label, trying to read it. He was making progress thanks to Four’s lessons, but he still struggled to read things, “Fairy Tears?! Twilight, what did you do—?!”

“Calm down, they’re not actually the tears of fairies. It’s water that’s been blessed and purified by a Great Fairy. It’s got healing properties. I remembered how the Great Fairies were able to clean and cure Mask’s infection from the Shadow Temple with their spring water, so I figured this might work too. Just use a little bit though. We might need the rest.”

“Not to be rude but can you guys PLEASE get this thing out of my leg?!” Wild asked.

“We’re working on it, Cub. Just hang on.”

“This is gonna hurt. Just letting you know.” Hyrule warned as Twilight gripped the metal piece, ready to pull. Hyrule poured a small amount of the Fairy Tears onto a handkerchief.

“Please, Twi knows I’ve got an insanely high pain tolera— YOWCH!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!” Twilight yanked the shield shard from his leg without warning. Hyrule quickly pressed the “tear”-soaked handkerchief against the wound. It closed up the wound somewhat, but all three of them knew it was too deep to heal without leaving a mark. At least, since Twilight was physically holding Hyrule back from using healing magic on something like this (“You’re not wasting your magic on non-life-threatening injuries, you know that. Remember what happened last time?”)

“Yeah, that's definitely gonna scar.” Twilight sighed.

“It’s fine, I’ve got a ton of those already. Makes me more attractive.” Wild joked.

“You’re an idiot…”

“I know.”

#linked keys #lk #loz au #not lu #mod kj #febuwhump2023 #lk wild #lk hyrule #lk twilight

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claggorstuff · 2 years

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I'm bored... So here's a claggor and y/n go skating with the fam 💪

I was tying up my figure skates watching Mylo whip around the ice carelessly, Vander trying to get him to slow down and powder jumping a bit each time he sped past her, ekko came along aswell.. making it pretty obvious he had a crush on powder by holding her hand pretending he had no idea how to skate. I finally finish tying my skates and step out onto the ice followed by a certain idiot nearly knocking me right into the walls of the rink

"Christ Mylo! Watch it shitwad!"

"NICE TRYYYY!!! IM NEVER GOIN DOWN BABYYYYY!"

"Mylo get yer arse back over ere'!" Vander skated after him, suddenly I feel a soft hand grab mine, no mistaking who's it is

"I finally got vi's skates done up, it takes forever for her to sit still."

"I'm aware, I had to get Vander to do it for her because I couldn't hold her foot still!"

"yeah typic- ow!" Vi smacked him over the back of the head and whizzed over to Mylo knocking him down right as he was about to scare powder again

"someone's in a goofy mood!" I snicker and claggor chuckles

"the king falls.. stricken by a mighty pink haired warrior"

We could see Vander helping mylo up and scolding vi, powder skates past us holding ekkos hands

"stop holding hands love is gross blehhhhh!" She stuck her tongue out at claggor and he stuck his out right back at her

"kids, like a fungal infection."

He ruffled my hair "powders an exception!"

"hmmm.. sure she is clag."

"aweeee now I can accept you being mean to Mylo but not the sWeEt LiTtLe AnGeL"

"angel of death."

"nerd" he snickered

"says the one wearing glasses and a scream hoodie."

"plus better grades than you???"

"plus ratio plus bozo..."

"plus im not hitting Mylo over the head with my hockey stick next game if u keep going on"

"awe, that's my favourite part of your games besides seeing u absolutely destroy every player in your pathhhh!"

He sighed "perhappppsss I could squeeze it into my schedule next gaaaammmeee"

"perhaps you could help me skate, these skates are new and not what I'd usually wear."

"mmmmmmmmmmmm sure"

"yay!" I held onto his arm and he skated around with me, Vander side-eyeing us, after all this relationship is pretty new.. hes either skeptical or proud and it's hard to determine when his eyebrows are 6 inches thick.. then again mylos are 2 feet thick if u cut em in half.

"hey forehead WATCHOUT!" I smack Mylo over the back of the head and he side rams me

"ow! This isn't hockey dickweed 😠"

"but as you say, I'm a dickweed!"

"and you get no bitches"

"oh come on!"

"girls girls you're both-.. one of you is pretty!" Claggor chuckled and Mylo skated off to talk to vi

"aweee, I know I'm beautiful already but your compliments mean so muchhhhhhhh"

"I know, but hey who isn't pretty standing next to Mylo?"

"maybe a molerat, but that's a big maybe"

"awe that's mean!"

"tHe MeAnEsT"

"don't mock your amazing and loving boyfriend, I'm too cute for that 🥺"

"cute and loveable Is your brand claggor"

"oh I know, thank you thank you I can't accept this award really!"

"shuuttt ittt!"

He laughed "so rude, so rude."

"mhm, I'm a witch truly"

"well that's a bit of an overstatement"

"maybe." I got off the ice ankles sore and he followed me sitting down on the bench

"hm.. look at Mylo, he just fell on his ass again but this time he didn't hit his head on the walls of the rink"

"oooo! Yowch, that looks like it hurt."

"he takes about as much fall damage as a cat."

"if you say so!"

I leaned my head against his arm and held his hand

"youre not gonna fall asleep here are ya?"

"ehhh.. if I'm comfy enough."

"alright kids 15 minutes, round yourselves up so we can get home without me lookin for one of ya's for an hour or so." He looked at powder,who last time separated herself from the group and sat outside at a picnic table for an hour

"wooooooooooo! Home timeee!" I untied my skates

"I'm heading in early to get my shoes back on I'll be waiting for you In the lobby mkay?" He grabbed my arm "wait.. didn't he say to stay with the group?"

"hmm... I'm sure it won't take TOO long for him to find me!"

I walked back to the changing room and got my gear packed and my shoes on, boy was I wrong

#arcane #arcane claggor #claggor #claggor arcane #fanfic #claggor x reader #x reader

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buns-ttte-fixation · 1 year

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FIRST OC!

Remerias (Rem-ah-ras)

~Pixe/faerie folk

~short, about 5'5 feet tall

~curly white short hair in a kinda Afro, hair covers her eyes lol girl can not see, usually recognizes people and mythos by voice

~long pointy ears that sick out of her hair

~ dark tan skin

~ Has wings!! but due to an unfortunate accident there is a pretty big tear in one of them rendering her flightless, uses magic if she wants to fly

~ cottage/fairycore aesthetic

~has a hopeless crush on her boss Mr Zip Zagreus, she thinks that shes slick but everyone knows and its pathetic lol

~ oh yeah I almost forgot, shes the head office assistant for the small controllers railway

~shes... nice? the best way I can describe her is that she doesn't suffer fools lol she WILL call you out if you're acting like a idiot

~ "Look Peter Sam, Im sorry that Duke ate your lunch but please stop coming to me everytime this happens! cant you just get Jayde to make a new lunch for you?"

~"oh angel dear! um please stop chewing on my hand it... kinda *CHOMP* HURTS YOWCH!!"

~o-oh uh good morning mr zagreus! is that a uh new suit? it Looks lovely on you!!! 🤭

this oc is mostly for @mythicalsanctuarysodor mythic au! hope you like her jayde! I think shes a real doll!

#mythic!au #oc tag #i love her so much

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evilista · 2 years

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Who wants to read a chunk of my Scrubs fanfic?

"What? I'm not touching anything!" The Todd held his hands up as if to show he wasn't touching JD.

"I know. Deep breathing wasn't the best idea, I must have hit my ribs when I crashed." JD cradled his chest gingerly.

"Alright I'm going to touch you now, I gotta move the gown to see what I'm doing. Tell me when it hurts." The Todd undid the gown ties and lowered it to see the already blooming bruises. "Yowch! Never mind I can see where it hurts," his fingers slowly ran down JD's chest, watching his face until JD flinched and hissed when he got to the bruises. "Yeah, those feel broken. I'm adding a chest and abdominal CT to your list of tests. It would have helped if Doug at least ran a trauma panel on you before he got distracted by getting into your pants." JD made a disgusted face. "That sounds so wrong! Don't say it like that! I was unconscious at the time! And it's Doug!" "The Todd calls it like he sees it. Doug didn't seem concerned with anything but getting you naked. Or I would have some bloodwork and vitals from earlier to compare to now to know if you're bleeding out inside your chest or abdomen as we speak!"

"I can tell your patients are normally not awake around you. Not comforting Todd! Not comforting!" JD was now wild-eyed for a different reason.

"Don't worry. Even if there's a bleed, The Todd will fix you up, no problem. You got the top surgeon in this place." He gave JD a cocky wink as he pulled the stethoscope from around his neck to listen to multiple spots on JD's back and chest for a minute, before letting it hang back around his neck while he wrote on the chart. "Sounds ok, no signs of pneumothorax or Hemopneumothorax, but you're still tachycardic. I still need to check your abdomen, and if the adrenaline kept you from even noticing your ribs until you took a deep breath I should go over the rest of you for unnoticed breaks. Also, I'm gonna check your blood pressure, and with how stressed you are if it's anywhere near low we pretty much know you have to be bleeding from somewhere. We'll get all the tests and see what's going on in there. At the very least we need to get an IV started and fluids going."

#Scrubs fanfic #The Todd #John Dorian #context is Todd was walking by and went ''dude you can't leave the hospital'' after the crash in s4e08 #I had wine with dinner and feel like sharing a random chunk of fic #first fic I've written in like 10 years

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