#onehots

Lloyd’s spending his first Christmas away from Darkley’s. He wonders how he used to celebrate Christmas with his mum and dad. Luckily, he has friends now.

“Mum… Dad…” Little Lloyd sighed as he watched through the window. He wished he remembered them.

How did they used to spend Christmas? Did they spend Christmas together at all?

“Lloyd,” Wu slowly approached him. “Are you well, my nephew?”

“Yeah…” Lloyd’s lips trembled. “Just thinking about Christmas…”

“You have us.” Wu gently caressed his shoulder. “You are not alone—”

“Did I used to spend Christmas with…” Lloyd pressed his head against the window, pretending to be fascinated by the way the snow was falling so slowly.

“Your parents…” Wu took a deep breath as he started walking around the room, fixing things that were already in their places. “Are you sure you’re ready to hear—”

“I don’t know…” Lloyd closed his eyes. He imagined the warmth of a family home, joy and laughter everywhere… He could feel arms around him and see Christmas lights. In the oven—

“Lloyd!” Wu was suddenly right at his side. “Are you well?”

“Yeah.” Lloyd raised his head and stared into the distance. “Just daydreaming…”

“Oh, Lloyd.” Wu followed his gaze, though it led nowhere. “Your father was always so excited about Christmas, and your mother… ah… She wasn’t really, but she always did her best to make you and your father happy.”

“Thanks, Uncle!” Lloyd suddenly stood up. “Now, why don’t we train?”

“Now?” Wu’s eyes widened. “Ah, I get it. No need. Just come to the kitchen and enjoy time with your friends.”

“Okay.” Lloyd took a deep breath and followed Wu.

He almost smiled as he stepped into the light and warm, fragrant atmosphere.

“C’mon, little one.” Kai patted the space next to him. “Get some hot chocolate.”

“Thanks!” Lloyd smiled and joined them.

For the first time he could remember, his Christmas wasn’t spent alone in a dark, cold room.

Maybe he wasn’t able to remember Christmas with his parents, but at least he had this now.

A place to belong.

Friends to laugh with.

ahhh

ok, you both would most likely be the chill couple

the type that doesnt fight all that much

and the one that if caught in a fight, you agree to disagree

cute dates together

she will always take pictures of you

she probably has a million pictures of JUST you

some even scandalous

shes very protective over you

like REALLY protective

doesnt want you to join the gang ghost hunting in fear you might get hurt

of course you go anyway

even though shes protective she is much of a jealous type

she trusts you as you do her so there's no point in wasting dumb energy getting jealous

she def big spoon

likes to hold you and make you feel safe

PDA ALL THE WAY BABY

although not as much as with larry

just little things like hugs from behind seeing as Ashley's a tall goddess

and holding hands when walking around

you wearing each others clothes

and or pick out each others outfits

Everyone ships you too even todd

though he doesnt like to admit that

ahhhkwsozjwjoqkqkws

ok so I'm sorry if it's not the longest, I didnt really know how to end it (like always) but I hope you enjoyed

Part1

Misako finds Garmadon and then she loses him for the last time.

Thansk anonymous for the request!

A few months had passed. Garmadon was in prison. Instead of being good and living with her and Lloyd, he was behind bars.

Misako contemplated visiting him; she seriously considered it. She even suggested it to Wu, who advised her against it. She knew why;she would probably just end up disappointed.

He was no longer the same Garmadon.

Then trouble began anew. Faith had flown in, injured, flying Firstbloom, bearing bad news.

Lloyd had freed Garmadon from prison. It seemed he was helping the ninjas. Misako allowed herself to naively hope once more.

After finally catching a few short hours of sleep and rest from caring for Faith, Misako woke up in a strange yet beautiful place.

~~~~~~

It was a sunlit meadow, unreal in its freshness and beauty. It was full of flowers and fragrances, a breath of fresh air...

Then she heard singing. It really was him!

"Garmadon!" Misako turned around in excitement and saw him walking. He looked just as he did before he was exiled.

Well, before he became an Anacondrai. He was barefoot, strolling lightly, admiring the flowers.

"Misako!" He turned to her happily, looking at her with that gleam in his eyes—a gleam he reserved only for her and Lloyd.

"Garmadon!" Misako gasped in disbelief, tears welling in her eyes as she rushed into his embrace.

"I thought I would never see you again." Misako said as she held him tightly.

"I was afraid of the same, my love." Garmadon kissed her forehead and wiped away a tear that rolled down her cheek.

"Let’s sit." Garmadon said, sitting on the ground, and Misako followed suit.

"I have missed you so much, dear." Misako spoke, gently caressing his face with her hands. It felt a bit strange.

She wanted to ask him how this was possible, but she didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize this moment.

"And I have missed you, my love, with every breath." Garmadon said, leaning in to kiss her. Misako kissed him back.

"Promise me you will stay here." Misako said, holding his face as she kissed him, as he kissed her.

"I..." Garmadon said hesitantly, involuntarily pulling away from her. "I’m sorry..." he said, suddenly standing up.

"Garm?" Misako stood up confused after him. "What..."

"I’m sorry." Garmadon looked at her with tears in his eyes. He gently caressed her face.

"I love you... but I am no longer that man." Saying this, he turned and began to walk away from her.

"No!" Misako cried softly. "I can’t lose you again!" But as she went after him, he began to run.

He was running faster and faster. She tried to follow him, but he vanished into the mist that suddenly formed in the clear sky.

"No..." Misako cried as she fell hard onto the cold ground. The impact was so strong that her vision went black.

~~~~~~

"What!" Misako gasped as she jolted awake, finding herself in a chair in the monastery. She touched her face, which was wet.

"I..." Misako choked as she burst into tears. She didn’t know what had just happened. Many times she had dreamt of Garmadon, especially after he had reappeared.

Many times she had cried for him, but... this felt different than before. It almost felt real. As if she could still feel his warmth on her face and his...

"Hey!" Suddenly she heard Lloyd and dashed into the courtyard. Something was happening.

Soon enough, what she thought was impossible happened. He appeared at the doors of the monastery.

"Garmadon?" Misako gasped in surprise. Perhaps...

"Misako." Garmadon looked at her as if reading her thoughts. "The old me would say something sweet and heartfelt. But I am no longer that man."

Those words pierced her heart like daggers, for the second time in five minutes. She couldn’t think of anything else until the end of the battle.

She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to think about how he helped the ninjas. She didn’t want to think about how she hoped again while he left her... their son while he was dying.

~~~~~~

Later she talked to Lloyd about it.

"I don’t think there’s a chance." Lloyd said sadly. "He has to find himself... not with us."

Misako sighed heavily at those words and hugged him. Her poor boy... Her heart ached to break.

I'm sorry I'm late with updates but I have a lot of work to do...

It's Christmas and Misako doesn't want to get up. A Christmas without Garmadon just doesn't make sense.

Misako stared at the ceiling, sighing. She had no idea what hour it was, or how long she had been lying awake. She hated the fact that it was Christmas. She wanted to forget about it.

To be honest, she had never truly enjoyed Christmas. But Garmadon… he adored it, and somehow made it fun for her.

Oh, how she missed him.

The Christmases filled with laughter and joy.

Misako was almost glad Wu hadn’t come for her. At least he understood. She considered staying in bed all day, doing absolutely nothing. But then she shifted slightly and felt the cold emptiness of the sheets beside her.

With that, an immediate urge to get up washed over her. She couldn’t bear it. The emptiness of her bed.

If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel Garmadon’s strong, warm body beside her. His fingers tangled gently in her hair. The warmth of his excited lips as he mumbled something about Christmas.