From your pfp, I'm assuming you've seen season 4 of DR. I want to request a Lloyd x reader fict that also involves enemy Lloyd! in Lloyd's trial, Enemy Lloyd summons a , apparition of reader, reminding him of the times he failed her like when he fell for Harumi or maybe even failed to save them in a fight somewhere. After the whole trial and dragon form, he runs to reader and hugs them and asks if they still loved him :3!!
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Lloyd x reader after the trials
Word count: 2,075
(Not proof read)
Lloyds pov
The courtyard stretched out around me like a warped memory, cracked stone tiles scraping beneath my feet. This wasn’t the real monastery— The Ritual of Unrooting had pulled me into this vision, another test, and right in the middle of it stood him. My own face staring back at me, but twisted with every doubt I’d ever buried. His gi was a darker green, His eyes burned with a cold fury that made my stomach twist.
“You’re your own worst enemy, Lloyd,” he snarled, circling me with that familiar smirk that felt like looking in a broken mirror. “Always have been. Why don’t you just blame someone else for your problems? Like you usually do. Your dad, Ras, the merge. Never realizing the real problem all along… is you.”
I lunged forward, katana clashing against his with a burst of energy. Sparks flew as our elemental powers collided—my Life force against whatever dark mirror of it he wielded. “I’m not listening to this!” I shouted, spinning into a kick that he dodged effortlessly. “You’re not me. You’re just another lie the ritual’s throwing at me!”
He laughed, low and bitter, parrying my next strike with ease. “Oh, but I am you. The part you keep ignoring. You’re not a real leader. That’s for sure. How many times have you let your team down? You didn’t prioritize rescuing Arin’s parents. You failed to find Jay in time—let the Gong of Shattering crack his so-called ‘goodness.’ Even Master Wu’s alive out there somewhere, but he won’t come back. He’s disappointed in you, Lloyd. The Source Dragons themselves are furious. You’ve done more damage to the Merged Realms than Ras ever could.”
Each word landed like a physical blow, feeding the doubt I’d been fighting since the ritual began. I gritted my teeth, channeling energy into a punch that sent him skidding back across the stone. But he recovered instantly, charging again. Our blades locked, faces inches apart. I could see every regret reflected in his eyes—my eyes.
“Shut up!” I growled, shoving him away and following with a spinning kick. The fight had been going like this for what felt like hours: clash, taunt, repeat. He was me, so he knew every move, every weakness. But I couldn’t let him win. Not here. Not when the fate of the forest depended on me.
Something shifted behind him. A swirl of dark smoke coiled up from the cracked ground, thick and unnatural, like the ritual itself was twisting to create something new. I faltered mid-swing, eyes widening. “What…?”
His smirk widened, but he didn’t turn. The smoke thickened, shapes forming within it—fabric, limbs, a familiar silhouette. My heart hammered. The smoke cleared, and there she was. Y/N, standing right behind him in the middle of the battlefield.
“Y/N?” I called out, lowering my katana halfway, my voice cracking with confusion and relief. “How did you get here? This is supposed to be my trial—you shouldn’t be—”
But the words died in my throat as I took a closer look. Her usual gi—the one I’d seen her wear through a hundred battles, bright and determined—was darker now, edged in deep shadows that made the fabric look almost black under the fractured light. Her expression wasn’t the warm smile I knew. No, it was a scowl, cold and sharp, eyes narrowed with something like betrayal.
He chuckled darkly, “Surprise. Even your precious Y/N knows the truth.”
I stopped completely, sword hanging limp at my side. “this isn’t real. You’re not supposed to be—”
She—no, it—didn’t let me finish. The clone lunged faster than I could react, fist cracking across my jaw with a force that sent stars exploding behind my eyes. I stumbled back, feet scraping stone, barely keeping my balance. Pain bloomed hot and real. Before I could recover, she grabbed the front of my gi, yanking me close. Her face was inches from mine, that scowl twisting features I’d traced with my fingers a dozen times.
“Why do you keep failing me, Lloyd?” she hissed, her voice was low and venomous, echoing with the same similarity as the real Y/N but laced with poison. Her grip tightened, my fabric bunching under her fingers. “Over and over. Why?”
She shoved me hard. I hit the ground on my back, the impact jarring up my spine. Air rushed out of my lungs. For a split second, I laid there, staring up at her, at the illusion wearing her face. He must've been using the ritual’s power to dig into my deepest fears, my regrets about her.
I pushed myself up, shaking my head as I regained my footing. “Stop pretending to be her!” I snapped, raising my katana again. “You’re not Y/N. You’re just another one of his tricks!”
The clone didn’t deny it. She attacked again, a flurry of precise strikes that mirrored Y/N's fighting style perfectly—because of course she did. The other me knew everything I knew about her. We traded blows, my green energy crackling around my fists as I blocked and countered. Each impact felt wrong, like hitting a memory.
“You never cared about me,” she spat between strikes, dodging my energy blast and landing a sharp elbow to my ribs. “You only had eyes for the princess.”
I shook my head fiercely, sidestepping another punch, heart twisting at the words. Harumi. “I didn’t know how you felt about me then!” I shouted back, voice raw as I parried. “I was still figuring things out—we were figuring things out!”
She pressed the advantage, faster now, landing a solid hit to my shoulder that knocked me off balance. I crashed to the ground again, pain shooting through me.
She stood over me, scowling down with Y/Ns eyes but none of her warmth.
“You couldn’t even save me from Morro,” she said, the words cutting deeper than any blade.
I faltered, a wave of shock and sadness crashing over me. The helplessness while he used me to hurt everyone—including her, in this twisted version of events the clone was spinning. “I was possessed,” I whispered, voice breaking as I stared up at her. “I couldn’t control him. I tried—”
She hit me again before I could finish, a kick to the chest that drove the air from me. “It’s because you’re weak,” she sneered, looming closer. “Always weak. Always failing the people who need you most.”
I forced myself up, striking back with everything I had. We clashed across the courtyard, tiles cracking under our feet. He watched from the sidelines, laughing as his creation wore me down like a weapon against my heart. Every block, every counter, I told myself this isn’t her. This isn’t real. The real Y/N believes in me.
But the words still hurt. Because deep down, I had failed people. I’d doubted myself as a leader. I’d let doubts about Harumi linger too long before realizing what I had with her. And Morro… that possession had scarred us all. The clone used it all perfectly, twisting my heart.
My clone stepped in again, our fight merging into one chaotic battle. I dodged, struck, i endured.
Readers pov
Lloyd came running towards you with that determined stride you knew all too well. But something was different.
You opened your arms wide, a bright smile breaking across your face despite the exhaustion tugging at you. “Lloyd! You were amazing—you did it! I’m so proud of you!”
He reached you without slowing, pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you like he was afraid you’d vanish. You hugged him back, burying your face in his shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of him. For a moment, everything felt right. We’d made it.
But he didn’t say anything. His hold was fierce, almost desperate, his breathing uneven against your hair. You pulled back just enough to look at his face, searching those green eyes you love so much. They were shadowed, haunted in a way that made your chest tighten.
“What’s wrong?” you asked softly, one hand coming up to cup his cheek. “Lloyd, talk to me. You finished the trial. You have your dragon form now—look at you. Whatever happened in there, you won.”
He looked up at you then, vulnerability cracking through the hero mask he wore for everyone else. His voice was quiet, “You love me, right? Even after I’ve failed you over and over?”
The question hit like a gut punch. You pulled back a little more, shock widening in your eyes. “Where is this coming from?” you asked firmly, hands stayed on his shoulders holding him. “Lloyd, of course I love you. I’ve loved you through every battle, every doubt, every crisis. What happened in that trial? What did it show you?”
He hesitated, dragon wings flickering faintly. Then he let the words spill out—the fight with his evil counterpart, the insults about leadership and failures, and worst of all, the clone of you. The version of you it had created, throwing every regret back at him. The taunts about Harumi, About Morro, about weakness. How it had used our history to break him down.
You listened without interrupting, heart aching for him. When he finished, you cupped his face in both hands, “Listen to me,” you said, voice steady and full of every ounce of love you felt. “That thing wasn’t me. It was a lie the ritual used to test you. Yes, we’ve been through hard things. But you chose me. You see me.”
You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, lingering there to pour reassurance into it. He melted against you, arms tightening again as he kissed back, tentative at first, then deeper, like he was drinking in the truth of your words.
“You aren't weak. You're the strongest person I’ve ever known. The real you doesn’t fail me, Lloyd. You lift me up. Every mission, every quiet night… that’s what’s real. I love you.”
His dragon form shimmered, wings folding closer around you like a protective cocoon. A small smile finally broke through his exhaustion. “I just… hearing it from your face, even if it wasn’t you… it hit harder than anything else the other me said about the team or Wu or the Source Dragons. I keep thinking about how much I’ve asked you to put up with. Being the Green Ninja’s girlfriend in the middle of all this...”
You laughed softly, “Girlfriend? Im aiming for wife. We fight side by side, remember? I chose this life with you because I believe in you— You just completed the Ritual of Unrooting. You faced your darkest self and came out with actual wings. If that’s failing, I don’t know what winning looks like.”
His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as you stood there in the aftermath, “You’re right. I know you’re right. But… thank you. For reminding me. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N.”
“You’ll never have to find out,” you promised, kissing him again slower this time, savoring the way his new form felt. The kiss deepened, his free hand sliding to your back, pulling you closer. For a few precious minutes, the chaos around you faded.
When you finally broke apart, breathless, you grinned up at him, tracing one of the faint scales along his arm with your fingertip. “So… dragon form, huh? Think you can give me a ride? The others are probably waiting for us, but I wouldn’t mind a scenic route first.”
Lloyd’s eyes lit up, “Only if you promise to hold on tight. These wings are new—I might do a few loops just to show off.”
You laughed, stepping back as he extended the wings fully. They were breathtaking up close, translucent green rippling like a living flame. He scooped you up effortlessly, one arm under your knees, the other around your shoulders, and launched into the air with a powerful beat.
From up here, the world looked hopeful again. You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat steady. “You know,” you murmured over the wind, “I’ve never been prouder to stand by your side. Whatever comes next, we face it together.”
Lloyd banked gently, wings catching a thermal as he glanced down at me, affection clear in his gaze. “Together,” he echoed.
Whatever the future held, you'd face it. love isn't blind to failures; its the reason we kept fighting through them.
greenflower.... angst ..??? Not really... It's enemy/evil Lloyd and brad 👀👀👀 I HAVE THIS CRAZY AU WHERE Lloyd (normal) is like the biggest friendzoner (only because he's scared of ruining their friendship) and Brad quite literally yearns for him 💔 uhm.. So... somehow, Evil Lloyd like.. appears... and.. he and brad.. kinda... uh... love... uhm.. I didn't think this through
