Lighty 💕

Proposal~

WHERE IS ALL MY SEASON FIVE LLOYD ANGST. Give me Lloyd, unable to control his own body. Gimme Lloyd, talking to Morro in his head, trying to convince him to stop just please stop. Give me Lloyd, breaking through to drop the Sword of Sanctuary, to warn Kai, desperate and using the last of his strength. Give me Lloyd having to run and face Morro and the Preeminent while still exhausted from being possessed for probably the better part of a month at the very least. Give me Lloyd, trapped in the Cursed Realm, crying and ripping at Garmadon’s chains because I can’t loose you again, Dad. Give me Lloyd, screaming at Morro armed with the Sword and glowing with power, screaming because you’re destroying everything my friends my family. Give me the moment where Lloyd realizes that Nya is going to destroy the Cursed Realm, when he realizes that Garmadon is lost forever. Give me Lloyd unable to sleep because he dreams of Morro, give me Lloyd jumping at every sudden breeze, give me Lloyd hesitant to use his powers because the wind haunts everything.

Give me Season Five through Lloyd’s eyes.

@ninjago-angst-week here’s my entry for day 1!

This takes place during season 5 episode 1.

Trigger warning: brief suffocation

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“The armor’s nice, but it’s not the only thing I want to possess.” 

“What else do you want?”

“You!”

All at once, Lloyd feels an overwhelming sense of wrong. There’s pure, undeniable hatred dripping over his skin, seeping into his pores, flooding every last sense in his body.

He wants to twitch, to shudder. But his body doesn’t respond, and all he’s left with is a feeling of empty.

Then comes the pain. His head explodes, he’s certain that he’s bleeding, that he’s dying. He wants to claw at his skull, to make the hurt stop, but once again, his body does not obey, and all he can do is wail.

He’s more than shocked when it actually comes out, so much so that his body actually obeys him, stumbling back. Desperately, he tries again, pushing as hard as he possibly can, but the heavy weight in his mind is settled now.

He can feel the man rifling around in his head, digging into the past with a steel shovel.

There’s a booming laugh in his head, as if his mind is an empty cave. It’s loud, and harsh, and smug.

“Some Green Ninja you are,” the man (Morro, the true Chosen One, the one destiny screwed over, but no longer, never again) says. “You couldn’t even stop me from possessing you.”

Lloyd knows he shouldn’t take the bait, but Morro is such a very bad man, and he needs to get him out, please get out it hurts. With every bit of strength he has left (his energy is draining, but he can’t give up), he shoves against the barrier, tries to regain control.

Out of nowhere, Lloyd physically can’t breathe. He panics, trying to grab at himself. Obviously, he doesn’t actually move (because of course he doesn’t). But he’s suffocating, and if he doesn’t take in any air, he’s going to die.

It would be so easy to kill you right this minute… but lucky you, I have bigger plans.

At what must be the very last second, he finds that he can suddenly breathe again. He gasps, nearly choking in his haste to actually inhale.

Ahhh thank you so much!! 💕sO the lack of season 5 aftermath is possibly one of my biggest issues with Ninjago because like…there was no way. There was no way Lloyd just walked all that off, Morro had him pretty much the whole season and we saw what five minutes did to Ronin. I think it took a fair amount of time for him to bounce back, and it likely left long-lasting effects, but because this is season 5 angst u get a fic explaining my thoughts instead :’’D

(Also answering this in it’s own post because guess who spiraled out of control again! It’s s5 angst u guys i’m weak)

The aftermath of the battle is, as it usually goes, incredibly underwhelming. And by that, Cole means incredibly slow, because the Preeminent ripped the motor off their steamboat, and even with Nya pitching in every now and then, their pace across the seawater is glacial. By the time the nearest Ninjago shore comes into view, everyone on the boat’s on their last legs of sanity — some for…slightly different reasons than others.

The thing about being stuck on a crammed steamboat for hours on end, is that you can’t really hide. There’s only so far you can get, unless you take a dip in the ocean, which is a hard pass for Cole — not that he was trying to hide, anyways.

No, the only one who looks like they’re actually considering jumping off the side of the boat is Lloyd, and that’s because instead of vanishing off to who-knows-where to have his inevitable breakdown, he’s stuck smack in the middle of his very protective family, who get an up close and personal view of the exact moment the color starts to leech from his face.

Whumptober 29: All Work and No Play

"You're still not dead?" | too weak to move | overworked

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"Lloyd! ......Lloyd!"

"He's- is he-"

"He...alive, and he......to stay that way, now please, a....us to get him to the....dical bay!"

"Hang in....ere, buddy!"

"Lloyd!"

Lloyd's knees buckle out from under him, though his arms are caught before he can hit the ground. Voices blur together, fading in and out of Lloyd's hearing. He hears the sloshing of the waves against the keel of the Bounty, the pounding of footsteps against the wooden floorboards, the gentle breaths of wind against the sails.