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Hello!

I really liked your writing and I was hoping to put in a Garmadon request.

(Also love the Misako slander)

Could you write one where it's Garmadon x ninja reader where they first meet when he's Lord Garmadon and he becomes interested in her.

They later meet again when he's sensei Garmadon and they got this chemistry going on that everyone slowly notices.

🩰 Writing this took at least ten years off my life to be honest. And the ending is a little rushed :((

Also, like how I twisted Morro’s ending, I’m doing the same with Garmadon. He wasn’t sent to the cursed realm and will be present in a later season in the time skip of this fic <33

3k Words, No warnings

*mild* age gap, i suppose

You were barely getting used to your true potential when you first met Lord Garmadon. Fresh to the team, you always had felt like the odd one out. Being the (technical) oldest and all.

The others were fresh out of their teens, the youngest barely even 18 whenever you all became a team. You automatically were dubbed the cool older sibling when they all found out you were 25, quickly learning that freshly turned adult teenagers are still quite more childish than you’d assume. And that was okay. You enjoyed their innocence, their rambunctious attitudes, and their will to fight. Nights where you'd be up, giggling at how Jay chased Kai around with a handful of electricity. Mornings where you’d assist Zane in cooking, watching as your culinary goodness be thrown around in an outrageous food fight. You quite loved your brothers, but with their age, came an attitude.

Like now, for instance. Due to Lloyds abduction, Lord Garmadon had become a part of your daily lives in hopes of bringing him home quicker. He ate with you all, slept under the same roof, and spent free time near one another. A peaceful housemate, in a more evil lord type of peaceful. The boys all thought some ill of him and his way of life, specifically Kai. Always served up a snarky comment or quick glare whenever he was near. You, on the other hand, were surprisingly quite kind to the villain, despite how wicked he had seemed. You’d taken an interest and liking to how he lived throughout the day, and even struck up quick conversations with you. You'd subconsciously found yourself flocking towards the man.

The others had always found it strange.

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The thunderstorm was loud, bright, and potentially nauseating to those afraid of things such as this. Like you’d promised not long ago, you joined Garmadon in one of his ‘sunbathing’ sessions. You sat next to him at a comfortable distance, trying to get comfortable on the thin mat he’d laid out. Eyes wandering across the lightning-littered sky. Garmadon sat towards the middle, head upturned to the bright void. Wide, red eyes filled with curiosity, perhaps something gentle. Something that made you feel quite lost until your attention was taken away from the warm void, his voice pulling you from your trance.

“When Lloyd would cry during storms, I’d be the one to ease him back to sleep, you know?” His voice was soft, you could feel the ache he tried to push back, but the attempt didn’t do much to hide it.

“I’d tell him there was no need to be afraid. That I'd always be there to protect him.” He hums. “With everything happening, I hope he remembers that. Good or bad. I love my son.” He understood why he enjoyed the time alone, but having someone listening made it just a little more bearable for him, as lonely as he got sometimes, in his state. He longed for his son, his broken family. A simple friend.

Despite how evil the man had come to be, he was being truthful. He loved his son, and wished nothing more than to be there for him. You don’t think the others took it into much consideration. His only child had been kidnapped by ancient evil snakes that he’d released. Lloyd was a child, a boy who didn’t know any better. No one had been able to care for him, leading him to become reckless and aching for something fun. Something that would make his dad proud. Despite how awkward you were with children, you always tried your best to make Lloyd feel welcome, and needed amongst the bounty. It made you upset, and you missed him dearly. Who knows what they could do to the poor boy in their clutches. You pitied him, feeling your own heart ache for him and Lloyd. None of this should have happened to them.

The venom from the great devourer, Lloyd being abducted, everything.

As he spoke, you couldn’t help but do what you felt was best, by slipping your hand into one of his. Giving it a reassuring squeeze. His skin was cold, but surprisingly soft, and a lot larger than yours. He was still for a moment before he accepted the embrace, letting his hand envelop back over yours.

“You’re a good person, Garmadon.” You hummed quietly, your thumb caressing the dark skin of the Lord. Feeling how he relaxed under your touch, it was strange.

You recognize how you wouldn’t really do this for your teammates, or anyone you knew. Early on, you began to feel something for the evil lord that you’d never felt with anyone. “-I just hope you realize that someday.”

It took the villain by complete surprise, of course. And for the first time in a while, he felt his lips curl up. Not into his usual wicked grin. It was a genuine, sweet little smile. His harsh features softened as he gazed at you. The dark magic that flooded his senses had been replaced with something almost too sweet to handle. A pleasant scent submerged against his nose. You smelt of honey and jasmine, and felt like silk and feathers. Your presence reminded him of something he wasn’t, something so pure.

“I’m glad someone thinks so.” He chuckled. “I’d believe you if I could.” His fingers toyed with yours subconsciously as the sky above turned darker with each passing second,a chuckle filing out of his mouth for a brief moment. Words enveloping around his head and fitting comfortably like a glove. And it wasn’t long until your eyelids grew heavy, a sudden exhaustion taking over your form as you casually rest your head against the man’s shoulder.

It’s surprising how relaxing a thunderstorm could be, especially in a state such as this. Along streaks of white and blue crackling throughout the darkened clouds, rumbling that would wake the citizens in the city below them. Not a drop of rain in sight. It all felt so righteous as nothing but a chill lingered throughout you.

Time barely passes and you’ve fallen asleep against him, causing him to smile even more at the sight of your innocently exhausted frame. Hunched over and stuck against an evil man like him.

His lower arm slipped from between the two of you, resting carefully against your side as he debated on carrying you to your room. But took the time to admire how sweet you looked in your sleep, his features softening at the feeling of your breathing against him.

He could get used to this.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

He could get really used to this.

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Your breath seemed to get caught in your throat at the sight in front of you. Leaning over the wooden railing of the Bounty, you couldn't help but feel sick to your stomach. Ghosts. Ghosts is all you saw, littering the small town of Stixx.

Your battle had begun the moment Lloyd was possessed by Wu’s old pupil. Days, weeks went by trying to take back your Green Ninja. Exhaustion is the only thing you felt, besides fear from what was to come. But, why? You've taken on armies of snakes, corrupted nindroids. Fuck, you've been to space for gods sake. A few ghosts should be a piece of cake. Shouldn't it?

“Unfortunate, isn't it?”

You could recognise the voice anywhere. Unfortunate was the best way to describe it, yes.

“Yeah...” You muttered, taking a glance towards the old sensei. You grew curious as to how he felt after all these dangerous expeditions you and your friends went on. Curious as to how he felt of his son being the target of all these villains. It had been only a few days since youve had Lloyd back, and he was still recovering from his possession. Though he was quick to fight.

“How do you do it?” You muttered softly, feeling yourself grow anxious. Insecure at how much dread you felt. The smell of death that lingered in the air was something you got used to quickly. But it wouldn’t change how horrible you felt.

He looked puzzled, you decided to continue

“All of this, it’s- it’s wrecking my nerves terribly and even though we just keep on and keep on, i’m afraid I just can’t do it sometimes-“ You began, your fist has subconsciously gripped at the sleeves of your Gi, the fabric pinched between your thumb and index finger. Cursing yourself for how your shoulders had trembled. “I’ve barely gotten bits of my element back in control, and I just can’t help but feel hopeless. I’m the oldest, I need to protect my team the best I can but I don’t think I can. I’m so scared, I-“

The hushed broken vocals you projected had been halted by the lump forming in your throat, and for a minute you thought you were just seconds from tipping.

The overwhelming feeling based purely on fear and crisis seemed to level out as Garmadon wrapped his arms around your hunched form. He pulled you against him, a hand rested against the back of your head, the other holding the dip right above your hip. Your hands rested against his chest as you accepted the embrace. Head resting against his shoulder, and you felt at peace, for at least a moment. You felt that ache amongst the pounding in your chest from the first time you’d ever touched him.

“Need I remind you of how much you’ve done?” He hummed, muttering lowly under his breath, at a tone you could interpret. “There’s not enough time to list off all the things you’ve achieved.” He gently pried you off of him, his hands moving to take your face into them. His palms pressed against your cheeks, and a thumb grazing slowly against your skin. He continued in his low, sweetest tone. “But all and all, there’s no need to be afraid, I’ll be here to protect you.”

Your eyes watered immensely, though you felt the heat rise in your face at his words. A warmth made its way through your chest, and a pleasant but nervous flutter throughout your belly caused you to shiver. What made it worse was the smile he gave you, and the way his lips twitched when he looked down to you. He softened his gaze and watched your look falter. In his perspective, he’d had his eyes on you ever since he spotted you on the Bounty, nonchalant as you were one of the ones to pry Kai off of him when he’d been jumped by the aggressive boy in red.

He sought out the comfort you brought to him that eventful night on the deck, where he held you against him as you napped in his (four) arms. The way his cold heart leaped in his chest when your fingers grazed over his. He searched far through his old lover to try and find the joy you brought him. He lifted his hands to a love that had been lost and couldn't be found. He was never lifted, and his heart just couldn’t beat for her any longer.

With your face in his hands, Garmadon felt complete. With a purse of his lips, he pressed them against your forehead. It sent shivers down your spine and made you warm with delight at his affections. And as he pulled back, his touch lingered on your skin and littered your senses with something you couldn’t quite describe.

“You are capable of saving the world just as much as they are.” Garmadon spoke softly, letting his thumb graze over your cheek. “And I’ll be waiting for your return, dear.”

With his words of encouragement, you glanced back down to the terror of what was once the small town of Stixx. His hands now rested on your shoulders, taking it all in. You huffed out a pitiful laugh.

“And when I do, you sir-” You turned back to him, harshly poking at his chest.

“You owe me a date.”

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The battle had finished. Morro was defeated and you had the realm crystal in your clutches.

After weeks of chasing ghosts and bandits, mastering Airjitzu and traveling realms. It was over and you could feel it. Your chest heaved as you dropped your weapon to the ground. Looking around, your team cheered and did the same as you. Everyone seemed to be just fine.

Except.

Your eyes squinted when you didn’t spot the man who’d pushed you to fight so graciously. Your gaze locked onto Lloyd, He wore his fathers robes. The sight made your stomach drop, and sweat beads formed at your hairline. Everyone on the list of your half of the group was checked off, except for him. You all had decided to split to cover more ground. You’d been left with Lloyd, Misako, Cole and Nya. The lack of his presence, It made you feel panicked, and at loss.

“Where is he?” You spoke, your words had gotten stuck in your throat. Attention turned towards you, putting you in an awkward spotlight. “Garmadon, where is he.”

To which, they seemed puzzled. They didn’t seem to pay much mind to the man through the sea of evacuation, the sinking of the Preeminent, or Morro’s fallen army of ghosts. Even Lloyd seemed clueless, and he muttered a short ‘i don’t know.’

Panic rose in your chest, the worry that had been etched onto your features was stronger than before. It seemed to bother you a lot more than them, of course.

With a quick turn of your head, you inhaled deeply and ran. Letting your legs carry you to something you hope isn’t lost as your teams yells fall upon your sudden deaf ears.

You spent careful time running, but time was something you feared would run out soon. Peering amongst the rubble of broken wood and stray pieces of boulders. And the lump in your throat grew harder to swallow the more you looked.

“Fuck” You spoke. Letting your hands grip at the stray pieces of your hair. You held onto them tightly as you felt your face heat up, and at that moment you felt the gates that held your tears falter slightly.

You spun round and round praying he’d appear, but stopped as you felt your consciousness grow faint with every spin. With a deep breath, you choose a direction, and pray it’s the right one. Sure with yourself that you won't stop until you’ve discovered him, or at least a bit of him.

It happened so quickly, you didn’t quite know what to think, in all honesty. There was a group of people aimlessly staring at the wreckage that had once been their home. You felt a small twinge in your chest, you felt pained for them. And it made you feel so very selfish when your expression softened and the dam that withheld your tears bursted at the sight of him. Nothing was held together as you dodged throughout the crowd to get to him. He seemed to do the same when he finally caught the sight of you.

Garmadon was barely able to finish his sigh, and utter your name when you threw yourself onto him. He stumbled back and landed on the dirt, and no amount of apologies would be good enough for him that would make him forget the wail you unleashed when he was able to envelope you in his loving embrace.

He tried to hush you softly.

“Dear? Dearest, Y/N, I’m here, I’m alright-” He was unable to ease your sobs. Your cries of relief crashed over the two of you, and he felt the slightest bit of ease when you managed to spurt out a laugh past your lips and call him some cruel little name for making you worry so badly.

He made a mental note not to disappear on you in times of need.

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Your damp towel hung around your neck loosely, bringing an end up to occasionally wipe at your face. A large tee shirt falling from your shoulder paired nicely with a pair of gray sweatpants hugged your body in warmth that you had been craving for ages. Comfort is something you deserved after these past few weeks of battling gross beings of ectoplasm.

Deciding on skipping the brushing of your teeth, you couldn’t help but yawn lazily as you stepped out of the bathroom. Thinking lightly on the events of today. Wrapped up in twenty four hours, you managed to defeat an army of ghosts, sink the preeminent, and casually express your admiration for a man who was ten times older than you. The father of your friend, to be exact.

It made you grimace as your hand hovered over the doorknob, past it was the room you shared with the others. Pushing the wooden door open, you decided that the walk of shame would be the most amusing part of your night. But you probably would prefer the ghosts.

To your surprise, the boys didn’t really say anything. You weren’t going to jinx yourself now, when the perfect opportunity to escape into slumber, no questions asked was-

Jay snickered, breaking the silence in the dim room.

Gone, The opportunity was gone.

You groaned, throwing yourself onto your bunk when you heard the others join in, soon enough they all found it quite amusing as Jay howled with laughter and Kai had started to wheeze. And no matter how deep you shoved your head into your pillow, it didn’t drown out the reckless wails of your teammates.

“THERE IS NO WAY-” Jay began “-GARMADON? HIM?”

“I assumed you had daddy issues, but this just tops it off” Cole heaved, peeking over the side of his bunk to peer down at you. To which you pry yourself up, throwing your pillow at him. He dodges, unfortunately. “He’s like, how old? 200?” “My money’s on four digits-” “Oh can it, motor mouth!”

Their chatter died down, and it fell silent again.

“...”

“If you two get married, would that make LLoyd your son?”

“Oh GROSS-” “How did we even get to this subject?” “Lloyd, chin up, you’d have a cool step parent!” “Over my dead body!”

Your eyes rolled profusely, moving to fall back against your sheets with a sigh. Your brothers were surely annoying.

“OH MY- WAIT, I WONDER WHAT HIS-” “DON’T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE-”

Really fucking annoying.

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