Black eye (L. Garmadon x Reader)

s e v e n (her)

Lloyd Garmadon. Just saying his name sent a rush of thoughts spiralling through (Y/N)'s mind. He was the son of the infamous Lord Garmadon, the very figure who had cast a long shadow over Ninjago, leaving a trail of fear in his wake. And yet, here she was, unable to shake the image of his son from her thoughts.

It wasn't that (Y/N) was some lovesick schoolgirl, pining over a boy just because he had shown a hint of vulnerability. No, she wasn't that predictable. At least, that's what she told herself.

But deep down, maybe she was a little lovesick. After all, how often did you encounter a guy who could express his feelings so openly? How many men dared to share their struggles instead of bottling them up like some ancient treasure?

(Y/N) was just a simple girl, someone who appreciated authenticity. When Lloyd had opened up, allowing her a glimpse into his world, it had made her weak in the knees. There was something powerful about vulnerability, especially in someone so strong and revered. It was crazy, she knew, to be so captivated by a guy she'd met only once, but she couldn't help it.

Maybe it was the way he had looked at her, those emerald eyes reflecting a sincerity she rarely saw. Maybe it was the way he had worried for her, offering himself to become the very thing he isn't- the evil son of Lord Garmadon, just to ensure she was safe. Whatever it was, it had lodged itself firmly in her mind, replaying like a favourite song.

In the grand scheme of things, (Y/N) was just a girl. But Lloyd Garmadon? He was a tempest, a force of nature, and the realisation that her life had shifted ever so slightly since their paths had intertwined lingered in the back of her mind.

Exhaling a breath she hadn't realised she was holding, (Y/N) turned to the mirror and winced at the sight that met her. Her (H/C) hair was a tangled mess, strands sticking out in every direction like a wild mane after a fierce windstorm. The fabric of her pyjamas, soft and comfortable in theory, was now marred by mysterious stains—somewhere between spilled coffee and who-knows-what. Her (S/C) looked even paler than usual, as if the life had been drained from it overnight, leaving her feeling ghostly.

Most alarming of all were her eyes. Once sparkling with a youthful light, they now held a dull weariness. One eye was completely swollen, the skin around it displaying a vivid bruise that morphed through shades of dark purple and blue, framed by ominous dark circles. The other eye, still open but now filled with a mix of fatigue and frustration, felt like it was staring at a reflection of a stranger.

To put it bluntly, (Y/N) looked like shit. Even her near-death encounter with a thug hadn't left such marks, but here she was, reduced to a victim of a stupid teenage boy's elbow. Clenching her fist, she felt a rush of heat and anger boiling up inside her chest, threatening to spill over.

"Stupid hormones," she grumbled, still grappling with a wave of embarrassment that washed over her like a cold shower. She had just moved to Ninjago City, her heart brimming with dreams of adventure and new friendships, and somehow, she had already managed to make enemies. The realisation twisted her stomach in knots, the weight of her predicament pressing down on her shoulders.

Less than a week in her new home, and she had a black eye to show for it. The thought of how much extra stress this will add to her parents filled her with dread. They had already felt guilty for making the decision to move, and now she felt like she was handing them a fresh batch of worries.

This wasn't how she envisioned her fresh start. She had imagined exploring the vibrant streets of Ninjago City, sipping coffee in bustling cafes, not getting elbowed in the face by some jerk at work. The anger bubbled up again, but it was tinged with something deeper—frustration at herself for letting it happen. Why did she have to be so reckless? She promised herself she would be careful in this new city, and here she was, already fumbling her chance at a new beginning.