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A Father's Eyes. (M!Reader)

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A Father's Eyes.

-- NinjaGo X Male Reader. -- Lloyd Garmadon X Male Reader --

Warnings: None!

M/n and Lloyd had been training together for hours in Garmadon’s monastery, the walls echoing with the sounds of their practice. The room was dimly lit by torches, casting flickering shadows as the two sparred. The monastery, with its imposing stone structure and air of deep history, was Garmadon’s domain, a place where he often watched over M/n as he trained and practiced, now, he got the chance to watch the two young warriors.

M/n, with his quick reflexes and sharp wit, had been teasing Lloyd throughout their session. They exchanged blows and techniques, but the real battle seemed to be the one waged with words and glances.

“Come on, Greenie,” M/n said with a smirk as he sidestepped Lloyd’s punch, “You’ll have to try harder if you want to impress me.”

Lloyd, catching his balance, shot M/n a playful glare, “Oh, I think I’m doing just fine. Maybe you’re the one who’s distracted.”

M/n chuckled, his voice low and smooth, “Distracted? You wish. Maybe I’m just enjoying spending time with you, Greenie.”

The remark hung in the air, charged with a playful energy that made Lloyd’s cheeks flush slightly. He tried to focus, but M/n’s teasing was getting to him.

Garmadon, standing back in silence, observed the two with a keen eye. His expression remained neutral, but he could sense the undercurrent of tension between them. It wasn’t the tension of rivals in a fight, Garmadon knew that well - It was something more complicated, something deeper.

Lloyd, trying to regain his composure, launched into another attack, but M/n was ready. He caught Lloyd’s wrist, pulling him in close. Their faces were mere inches apart, and M/n’s (e/c) eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Careful, Lloyd,” M/n whispered, his breath warm against Lloyd’s ear, “You wouldn’t want to get too close. I just might get the wrong idea..”

Lloyd swallowed, his heart racing, “You talk a lot for someone who’s about to lose.”

M/n grinned, but before he could respond, Garmadon’s voice cut through the air, calm yet authoritative.

“Enough.”

Both M/n and Lloyd snapped their attention to him, releasing their grip on each other. Garmadon stepped forward, his gaze moving between the two. There was a knowing look in his eyes, as if he could see right through them.

“You’re both strong,” Garmadon said, his tone measured, “But strength isn’t just about power or skill. It’s about focus, discipline… And understanding what truly drives you.”

M/n and Lloyd exchanged a glance, the weight of Garmadon’s words settling over them. The tension between them had been playful, but now it felt heavier, as if Garmadon had peeled back a layer they weren’t ready to confront.

Garmadon’s eyes lingered on M/n, as if he could sense the complexity of his feelings. Then he turned to Lloyd, his gaze softer but still penetrating.

“Do not let your emotions cloud your judgment,” Garmadon continued lecturing the two, “They can be a strength, but they can also be a weakness if left unchecked.”

Lloyd nodded, his usual confidence tempered by the seriousness of his father’s words. M/n, for once, remained silent, his playful demeanor replaced by something more thoughtful.

“Training is over for today,” Garmadon declared, “I suggest you both take some time to reflect. On today's lesson.”

With that, Garmadon turned and walked away, leaving M/n and Lloyd standing alone in the center of the monestary. The silence between them was thick with unspoken words.

Lloyd glanced at M/n, his green eyes searching for something, “So… What now?”

M/n smiled, but it was softer than before, less teasing and more genuine, “Now? I think we take a break. Maybe grab some food.”

Lloyd chuckled, the tension easing a little, “Yeah, that sounds good.”

As they walked out of the monastery side by side, the playful banter between them resumed, but there was a new layer of understanding beneath it. Garmadon had seen something in them that they were only just beginning to acknowledge themselves.

And as they left the monestary behind, the connection between them - Flirtatious, complicated, and undeniable - Was stronger than ever.