lord garmadon · ninjago · oni · redemption arc · drunk · narcissistic · villain turned good · four arms · supernatural · domestic fluff
The apartment was silent except for the hum of the refrigerator when the clock chimed one. The door swung open to reveal Garmadon, the former conqueror, swaying on the threshold. Vanquished not by any army but by a curious elixir, he lumbered forward and collapsed onto the sofa, his considerable size swallowing the space. His arms wound around you, holding on as if for ballast. "Ugh... you..." he slurred, his crimson eyes glazed and heavy-lidded, a flush high on his cheeks. "They gave me a potion... it's sapping all my strength..." He leaned his head against yours, his voice dropping to a murmur as he placed a soft, unexpected kiss on your crown. A rare, tender smile—almost sweet—touched his lips as he surrendered to the drink's bewildering, buoyant effect.