Reader Key:

(Y/N) = Your Name.

(H/L) = Hair Length.

(H/C) = Hair Colour.

(E/C) = Eye Colour.

(N/N) = Nickname.

Author's Note:

Shout outs to Ughhhhhhhhhh21 and Himyourfriendmeep.

Who looked at the list of the main story and pointed out a problem with the Garmadon X (Y/N) X Wu ending.

This lead to a cute story about a young Morro and (Y/N) to being longer and adapted to solve the problem :D

(Third Person P.O.V)

____The Past____

"Go back to sleep." Garmadon muttered as he laid his head back onto (Y/N)'s middle curling himself up into a ball and closed his eyes.

Garmadon chuckled, the sound quiet and mysterious. As he buried his face into (Y/N) desperately inhaling the girl's scent.

He didn't know whether he preferred to drown in it or to make sure (Y/N)'s fragrance was drowned out by his own.

An almost animalistic growl of pleasure escaped him at the thought of (Y/N) smelling of him.

(Y/N) couldn't help herself as she chuckled at him and ruffled Garmadon's hair. Garmadon opened his bright eyes and smiled at her.

"What?" (Y/N) questioned in an unintentionally cute matter. Garmadon observed this with rising glee, slowly sitting up to face the innocent minded girl beside him.

Garmadon reached for her pulling (Y/N) into his chest. "My dearest... " Garmadon whispered his lips touching the skin of (Y/N)'s ear, provoking another shiver from her.

"No one will ever hurt you again." Garmadon loving proclaimed kissing the skin in front of him softly, nuzzling (Y/N)'s neck after he did.

(Y/N)'s breath hitched in her throat as Garmadon looked deep into her eyes with deep want. Garmadon felt (Y/N) quiver unsure of what to do.

Lord Garmadon lowered his face till their lips were so close they were almost touching. His eyes focused on the soft mouth in front of him, just begging to be kissed by him.

Garmadon moved his face even closer. As he began to lay small kisses over (Y/N)'s face. Her nose, her chin, her cheeks, her forehead. Anywhere he could lay a kiss upon her face.

Garmadon stopped himself to look his beloved deeply in the eyes. The taste of the one he'd eternally wanted hit his tongue. He wanted so much more, he was starving for it.

(Y/N) on the other hand went completely red in confusion and uncertainty, her mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out.

Lord Garmadon slowly maneuvered (Y/N) onto his lap. Cradled (Y/N) against his chest. Lord Garmadon then tenderly ran one of his hands along (Y/N)'s back.

To him, she was a treasure someone who had walked out of folk-tale, a beautiful princess from a faraway land. And he would make her an Empress. The role she had always meant to play. (Y/N) simply deserved it in his eyes.

(Y/N) just pauses there for a time, trying to make sense of what she had just experienced. Unfamiliar emotions warring within her.

"What are you thinking about?" Lord Garmadon asked lazily as he pressed closer to (Y/N).

(Y/N) didn't say any of that aloud, however, as she found that she couldn't bring herself to speak.

"Tell me." Lord Garmadon said as he nuzzled his cheek against the back of (Y/N)'s neck and breathed in, before letting it out with a sigh. When there was no forthcoming response, Lord Garmadon let out a faint grumble of exasperation.

(Y/N) quivered when Garmadon cupped her face and kissed her again. (Y/N) whined helplessly when Lord Garmadon drew back from the kiss and licked his lips as he greedily. "What are you thinking about." Lord Garmadon asked again.

It took a moment because a few moments before (Y/N) spoke. "I'm not used to this." (Y/N) murmured quietly.

Garmadon chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "That's ok. I will make up for that to you." He sighed as he buried his face into her neck. (Y/N) blushed it was weird but felt really, really nice.

A sharp knock sounded on the door. "Lord Garmadon? Um... Mrs Garmadon?" A voice called out from the other side.

Lord Garmadon sat up stiffly and answered. "What do you want!" Lord Garmadon growled at the person on the other side of the door for daring to interrupt his time with (Y/N).

"Your brother and his apprentice have arrived at the front gate they are demanding to see you." The servant squicked out then the sound of running away.

Lord Garmadon growled silently to himself. "Crap."

Author Notes:

1) Thank (Y/N) for reading. I'm trying to challenge myself and make this a more happy story. So don't forget to tell me what (Y/N) think. :)