Ninjago x Male Reader (Lloyd's brother)

Play A Song For Me

(All in Y/N's POV)

I don't really know what came over me. One minute, I was meditating, sitting peacefully on my bed, the golden rays of the sun caressing over my (S/C) skin. I was basking in the sunlight that filtered through my window, the sounds of the other ninja training, but that was of no matter to me right now.

None of it was.

I just sat on my bed, my (E/C) orbs closed. The sunlight was quite warm today. It was nice.

I then open my eyes, just to lay them on an old, dusty guitar my old man had gifted me on my 8th birthday, just sitting there in the corner. I had learnt to play it, to impress him, but he grew distant, and I was never able to show him.

But, still, I don't know what came over me.

I stood up, walked over to the guitar, picked it up and the red and black pick was underneath it, so I picked that up, too, and whilst dusting off my guitar, sat back down on my bed cross legged with the guitar in my lap, readjusting the chords and strings.

However, just as I was deciding what to play, I heard a knock at my door. I call to the person on the other side, knowing full well who it would be.

"Come in."

Cole (Doesn't have to be Cole, could be anyone of the ninja), my boyfriend of give or take 6 months, walked in, shutting the door behind him. My Uncle would probably be furious if he had found out about Cole shutting the door, but he was on a trip, so we wouldn't be caught. We had been through so much together, and to held or holding him was probably the best feeling in the world.

He looks at me for a few seconds, taking in the site of me with a guitar, then speaks. "I didn't know you played guitar."

I reply to him. "I used to, don't know if I still can."

Cole moves towards and sits next to me on the bed, curling up with his head on my shoulder, softly sighing. I could feel his breath tickling my neck as he looked up to me. "Play a song for me, (Y/N)."

"Any song? You want words with that?" I smirk at him, thinking he was joking.

"Any song. Please. I want to hear your voice."

I look at him, the smirk slowly fading away from my face as I look at him stunned, as I then give him a light peck to his lips, then his forehead. I watch as he closes his eyes, as I start to strum/pluck my guitar and sing to the first song I had ever learned. Coincidentally, this was the song I had wanted to show my father before he left.

"Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells
Drifting in the foam."

"Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy
Come marching home."

"Ash in the snow
Falling so slow
Like fragile broken hearts with no place to go."

"Little soldier boy
Taken from home
Forced to fight a war
That was not his own."

"Little soldier boy
Cold and alone
Brave soldier boy
Never made it home."

"Leaves from the vine
Changing so slow
Like empty fallen souls
Looking for a home."

"Little soldier boy
Thought he could soar
Brave soldier boy
Fallen in the war."

"My little soldier boy
I need you home
Brave soldier boy
Come marching home."

I had thought Cole had already fallen asleep at the end, but as I started to put my guitar gently down on its stand, I heard his voice, soft and quiet in the silence. "That was beautiful, (Y/N), just like you."

I blush, and turn to look at him to say something, but realise he had already fallen fast asleep on my shoulder. I finish putting my guitar down, and reposition both of us so we were laying down, as Cole's head rested on my chest, my arms around his torso, as he curled up beside me.

I close my eyes, and fall asleep with my
boyfriend.

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—And done. You're welcome. This isn't canon or anything, this was just a filler. This isn't real. Also credit to whoever made Leaves From The Vine. The rest is mine.

—Anyway, see you next time. Add suggestions if you want something, I may try to do them. I'll try. I will try. That's my promise right there.

—This was written with 769 words.