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LLOYD GARMANDON DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF MIDNIGHT
Cooley note: when your ninja bf flies fucking country's just to steal a kiss
Lloyd Garmadon had not slept.
The monastery had gone quiet hours ago, tucked beneath moonlight and the low hum of the city beyond the mountains. Everyone else had surrendered to dreams, exhaustion, or whatever counted as peace in a home full of ninja, elemental chaos, and unresolved trauma.
Lloyd had surrendered to none of it.
He groaned into his pillow.
He flopped onto his back.
He kicked the blanket off.
He pulled the blanket back up.
He whined once quietly, pathetically, with the full emotional weight of a boy separated from the love of his life by an entire ocean.
Across the hall, Jay stared at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes and the spiritual emptiness of a man considering electrical self-destruction.
Another groan came through the wall.
Jay dragged his hands down his face.
No one could truly blame Lloyd, though.
[Name] lived across the sea, in a city so dangerous that the word βcrimeβ barely covered the daily forecast. Gotham was less a city and more a long-term disaster wearing gargoyles and trench coats. Explosions, masked lunatics, monster plants, clown-related incidents, rooftops full of brooding figures romance had chosen the least convenient address imaginable.
Then again, Ninjago had absolutely no moral high ground.
Ninjago got destroyed every other week by some cataclysmic event, ancient evil, cursed artifact, time-warping snake, or demon lord with family issues. Half the disasters came with Lloydβs fatherβs name attached to them in some way, so acting like Gotham was uniquely unstable would have been deeply hypocritical.
Still, love made hypocrites of everyone.
Lloyd was a loverboy through and through. Dorky sometimes. A little embarrassing sometimes. Occasionally a loser in the softest, most devastatingly affectionate way possible. But that big heart of his had room for one person and one person only.
At 3:00 a.m., logic finally lost the battle.
Lloyd sat up in bed, hair a mess, green pajama shirt wrinkled, eyes glowing with the terrible clarity of a sleep-deprived romantic.
The kind of idea that sounded insane at any hour except three in the morning, when the brain became soup and the heart started making executive decisions.
A goodnight kiss from [Name] would fix everything. His thoughts would shut up. His chest would stop aching. Sleep would finally come. The entire situation was, from his perspective, simple and medically necessary.
This was a completely reasonable midnight journey across countries on a stolen dragon for a kiss.
By the time Gotham appeared on the horizon, jagged and dark against the sky, Lloyd was grinning like an idiot. Wayne Manor sat beyond the cityβs chaos, old and grand and half-swallowed by shadows. The dragon circled once, huffed smoke over the roof, then landed on the grounds with enough force to rattle several windows.
Inside, you slept peacefully.
That peace lasted exactly three seconds.
You stirred, grimaced, and shoved a pillow over your face.
βTitus, bed privileges were revoked, bad boy.β
The dragonβs head pushed farther into the room.
Being compared to a hound dog was one thing. Being compared to a hound dog while having the noble bone structure, ancient power, and dramatic wingspan of a dragon was unforgivable.
A kaiju-level green dragon stared back.
For one suspended second, the room went silent.
Then you inhaled to scream.
A familiar hand popped up from behind the dragonβs neck, waving frantically.
Lloyd Garmadon, savior of Ninjago, Green Ninja, grandson of the First Spinjitzu Master, and current fugitive from common sense, leaned into view.
His hair stuck up in every direction.
Sleep deprivation had left shadows beneath their eyes. Their bonnet sat crooked on their head, tilted at such an angle that it resembled a dramatic French beret. One sleeve had slipped off their shoulder. Their expression carried the hollow menace of someone dragged out of precious sleep by dragon breath and boyfriend nonsense.
To Lloyd, they had never looked cuter.
His face softened instantly.
Somewhere downstairs, a security alarm began to chirp in confusion.
βAcross countries,β you said flatly, βfor a kiss?β
Lloydβs smile faltered.
βTo see you.β he whispered.
The words came out smaller than intended. Now that the plan existed outside his head, it did seem a little extreme. Stealing or borrowing, depending on legal interpretation a dragon, crossing the sea in under an hour, landing outside Wayne Manor, waking the entire estate, and disturbing [Name] at three in the morning just for a goodnight kiss did sound questionable.
Lloyd rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks pink.
βSleep was not happening.β
You dragged both hands down your face and rubbed crust from the corners of their eyes.
βLloyd Garmadon, love is the only reason disaster has not started.β
His smile returned immediately, bright and hopeful.
βSo the kiss can happen orββ
The kiss was soft, sleepy, and warm.
Lloyd melted into it like he had been waiting all night, which, unfortunately for everyone involved, was exactly the truth. His shoulders loosened. His hands hovered at first, then settled gently at your waist. The dragon watched with the solemn patience of an ancient beast forced into the role of romantic transportation.
[Name] pulled away first.
βAll right. Kiss obtained. Home.β
Lloyd glanced toward the window, then back at the bed, then at the floor with the guilty look of someone about to make the problem worse.
βSleeping only happens with cuddles, and the flight back is cold, and the dragon already looks settled, andββ
You grabbed him by the front of his pajama shirt.
Lloyd made a tiny startled sound as he was dragged through the window and into the room. The dragon snorted, deeply amused now.
You pulled Lloyd into bed with the exhausted efficiency of someone too tired to argue and too in love to throw him back outside.
His arms wrapped around you immediately, snug and clingy, like a slithering snake with attachment issues. He tucked his face into the curve of their neck and sighed so happily that all the irritation in the room lost some of its strength.
You grumbled something under your breath.
Lloyd smiled against their skin.
Within minutes, he was asleep.
The noble dragon however curled around the manor like a big green scarf.
No one in Wayne Manor got any peace that morning.
But Lloyd Garmadon finally got some sleep.
