Blown Away (Lloyd Garmadon x Reader)

The Quiet One

Lloyd and Harumi barely escaped the monster that chased them through the jungle. Lloyd had hurt his arm in the fall. "Are you okay?" Harumi asked him.

"Yeah. Just... need a second. Besides I'm probably one broken my arm, I still have 205 bones left in my body so no big deal," Lloyd smiled as he caught his breath. 

"Let me see," Harumi offered as she fixed the makeshift sling they had fashioned out of the map, "how's that?" she asked.

"Snug," Lloyd replied. He chuckled to himself, (y/n) would have swatted whoever was trying to fix her up away and continued on, no matter how sore her broken limb was.

"What so funny?" Harumi asked.

Lloyd sighed, "Whenever (y/n) got injured she would absolutely refuse medical treatment unless it was absolutely necessary or she was force to," he chuckled. "She had a disregard for her personal safety."

"You really do miss her... huh?" Harumi 

"She should be back from Mount Windsor by now, I'm starting to get worried," Lloyd admitted as he and Harumi continued to where they would find the third mask. 

"But didn't she say there were strong winds that may delay her?" Harumi asked. 

"Yeah... strong winds," Lloyd muttered. There was that suspicion again, not matter how strong the wind was, (y/n) could control it. He brushed it off, it may be his own paranoia, in the past (y/n) had always been fine, what would be so different now.

Harumi took up Lloyd's sword and she began cutting through the trees. He had to blink twice because he swears, he saw (y/n). It reminded him of the jungle he, his father and (y/n) had to cut through to hide from the overlord. 

Lloyd looked to his left, maybe he was missing (y/n) too much. She leaned against his shoulder, she glanced at him with those mischievous eyes, "did it get cloudy all of a sudden because it's gloomy. Let's not focus on potential doom and glooms and rather focus on the one that is literally trying to hunt down Mr. Golden child."

An echo, Lloyd reached out to her, but she vanished, a memory of a distant time. There was an ache in his heart as she fiddled with the box in his pocket. "Where are you (y/n)?" he asked as he followed Harumi. 

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(y/n) gasped for air as the wind was knocked from her lungs. Ultraviolet scowled. Her attempts at getting (y/n) to talk were useless. Ultraviolet grabbed (y/n)'s jaw, "I will get you to talk, one way or another, you will scream," she snarled, Ultraviolet met her eyes, she wanted to see fear in (y/n)'s eye. She growled as punched (y/n)'s head. "You should be scared!" she glowered.

"Of what? A little girl like you," (y/n) rasped. She winced as Ultraviolet drove another one of her blades into her arms. (y/n) had lost all sense of caring ages ago. All she had to do was never talk and the mask, along with the others would be safe from the sons of Garmadon. "You know nothing of fear," (y/n) growled. "When you've looked into the eyes of death, the eyes of the overlord, the day you bring down an army and the day you meet fear itself, then I will fear you."

Ultraviolet kicked (y/n)'s chest again. "I can't wait to see you shatter like glass," she cackled. "I'll forever be known as the one who broke the spirit of the wind."

Ultraviolet moved to punch her again. (y/n) took a deep breath as she summoned what was likely the last bit of her waning strength. Her legs kicked out and as Ultraviolet lunged forward a sickening crack filled the air. Ultraviolet held her bleeding nose and ran out the room. "You'll pay for that," the guard spat as he and his colleague walked in with their spears pointed towards (y/n). She wasn't done yet. She growled as she kicked a spear from a guard hand, he screamed and tried to run out the room. (y/n) maneuvered the handle so that as she kicked it the metal pierced the leg of the guard, he fell to the ground, crying in pain.