Blown Away (Lloyd Garmadon x Reader)

The Mask of Deception

***Note: Imma skip the hands of time arc, there's not really that much development***

Azan watered the trees in the Windsor grove. A small child with brown hair stood at his side, watching quietly. He wore robes similar to Azan. He was training to become the next guardian of the temple of the Masters of wind. They young boys stared at the trees that swayed gently in the wind. "Among many responsibilities, tending to the grove is a duty that cannot be shirked," Azan said. "Each of these trees is the memory contains the memory of the Masters of Wind, all of which have fought and died for Ninjago and must be treated with the proper respect."

"Jack, are you listening?" Azan scolded. The young boy stared at the youngest of trees. The Sakura tree. There were less carvings on it in comparison to the others. He traced his hands over the words, he was made to study the accomplishments of all Masters of Wind, but none were as prominent as (y/n). There were countless recollections of the youngest Master of wind taking on an army, facing the odds and coming out alive. Jack beamed from ear to ear. (y/n) was his hero, the entire town was filled with chatter about the last descendant of Windsor.

Azan smiled as his gaze found what his nephew was staring at. He had the pleasure of carving the story. Everything. From the death of (y/n)'s parents to the small parts she played in the battle with Acronix and Krux, even if it was just (y/n) beating the enemy up when she got the chance. Now that Azan thought of it, it had been little over a year since he had seen (y/n) but her story, along with her friends spread across the land like wildfire. Azan gasped as a cool gust ripped past them from the tops of Mount Windsor. "Uncle what's going on?" Jack asked.

Azan strode outside of the temple and stood at its door, gazing up at the invisible tips of mount Windsor. Sakura petals began to fall from the mountain and into the lake. "It cannot be," he asked. He felt his legs buckle and almost collapsed. This was inevitable but he was sure he would not be around to see it. The Masters of wind were known for having a long life. Windsor had lived for 102 years. His predecessors 105 and 84. Morro was the odd one out but even he lived to be 34. It was much too soon for (y/n).

"Uncle what is going on?" Jack cried out as he kneeled at his uncle's side. Azan took his hand.

It hurt him to say this. "Fetch me some parchment and ink. The era of the Masters of Wind is ending," Azan rasped. There were only two times leaves fell into Lake Windsor. At the birth of the Master of wind and before their death. "It's too soon, too soon," Azan said to the wind as Jack ran inside. Azan continued to stare into the skies. It felt as if his heart was breaking, he didn't want to see the fall of the house. He didn't want to watch (y/n) fall. He really hoped that it was a sick joke.

(y/n) had a way of changing fate.

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The music played slowly. It had been a year since the events of the hands of time. The bounty was near empty. It was perfect. Lloyd and (y/n) slow danced to the rhythm on the deck, candles were their only source of light, other than the shining moon. (y/n) leaned her head against Lloyd's chest as they swayed to the music. Lloyd rested his head on top her hers, happy and content to be at her side. "I love you (y/n)," he said sweetly as he kissed the top of her forehead.

(y/n) tilted her head up and slowly kissed his lips, "I love you too Beans," she replied with a soft smile. Everyone else was elsewhere but as long as they had each other, they would be fine.

"(y/n)! Lloyd!" Pixal cried out as she ran out onto the deck. "There's been a break in," she warned. She gave the two a soft smile, as she watched them hold hands.

"Where?" Lloyd asked.

"Borg's tower," Pixal replied. Lloyd took (y/n)'s hand and kissed it gently.

"What do you say windy, up for another date interrupting escapade," he asked with a grin. (y/n) shook her head at him. She absolutely adored the pitch change and platinum blonde hair; it made the butterflies in her stomach flutter madly whenever he did stuff like this.