[Lloyd Garmadon x Reader]
She was adored, he was ignored,
Her life bloomed like a rose, his, thorned and torn.
She owned the world, his dreams mere mist,
His heart, cold, spurned hers with a cruel twist.
As she dimmed away, his eyes opened wide,
She...
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Today marks the New Year Festival in Stiix. As the county's residents eagerly anticipate the arrival of the New Year, a looming disaster threatens to displace them from their homes. The cause of this catastrophe is a ghost, unable to accept that his destiny didn't unfold as he had planned.
Countless children face the grim prospect of homelessness, forced to survive on the streets. Despite my need for faith, I know that a single misstep could jeopardize everything. I must trust in Lloyd and the team, patiently waiting for their return. For now, I am Morro's hostage.
As we descended into Stiix, the cheers of the people filled the air, accompanied by the spectacle of fireworks. My heart ached, knowing the impending doom that would unfold in a few hours. I longed to attack Morro; he was vulnerable, and a single blast could liberate me. However, he held the Realm Crystal, capable of banishing me—or the entire county—to another realm.
I couldn't allow my escape to come at such a high cost. For now, I had to comply. Morro dragged me to Ronin's Emporium, a place that had undergone significant changes since Ronin's departure. The once-bustling business had been transformed into a stronghold for Morro and his gang. He opened a cage and shoved me inside.
"Just sit still and get comfortable, dear," he ordered, a smug grin spreading across his ghostly features. His words dripped with malice, a stark reminder of the danger we all faced.
The New Year Festival's joyous atmosphere clashed with the tension and fear gripping my heart. The stakes were higher than ever, and the fate of Stiix hung in the balance. I could only hope that Lloyd and the team would arrive in time to thwart Morro's plans and save us all.
I scoffed at the pet names he threw my way, knowing there was no affection behind them. "Don't call me that," I snapped, so much for being obedient. Morro kneeled down and grabbed my chin, his cold, translucent fingers sending shivers down my spine. He forced me to look into his eyes. "Oh, don't be that way, [Name]. We'll be spending a life together soon," he purred.
I glared at him, defiance burning in my eyes. "You couldn't afford a life with me," I retorted, leaning my head back to put some distance between us. Morro looked amused, a twisted smile playing on his lips as he stood up.
"Oh? And what is it that I need exactly?" he asked, his tone dripping with mock curiosity.
I couldn't believe I was actually entertaining this conversation, but I met his gaze, unwavering. "I want a Birkin bag every week," I declared without missing a beat.
His amusement turned into a laugh, echoing eerily through the room. "A Birkin bag, every week?" he repeated, clearly enjoying the absurdity of my demand.
"That's right," I said, holding my ground. "And not just any Birkin bag. I want exclusive designs, rare collections. You know, the ones that take years to get your hands on. Think you can manage that?" I was pulling this out of thin air. I had enough money to buy an entire collection. I didn't need anyone to buy me handbags or anything else.
