#looking forward to making thiss so much better smile

[hollis-exe]

as im doing my new layout in the wake of the poll results i figured i'd poast my old layout with the old pngtubers i made for myself and some of my friends. sadly the plugin i used to align my chat with that screen is no longer free, so i just. i skewed it.

[bibeebuneee]

bottom!Michael Afton x top!fem!Reader

+reader is afab and uses she/her

+use of madam

+creampie

+bondage but not extreme

+femdom

+a bit of aftercare

repost from my wattpad.

soon on ao3

—☆—

"mmhh- ah!~" Afton squirms into the touch of the woman on top of him. its been hours, and all she ever done was palm his still-clothed bulge as she makes the 100th hickey on his neck, though exaggerated by Michael. "please..~~" he whined, desperate for more. "please what baby?" y/n asked teasingly. "please, i- i want- moree" more whining and begging came out of his swollen pink lips as fingers, definitely smaller than his, rubs his growing erection harder.

"hmmm, but i like thiss" y/n whined in a mocking tone with a smug smile painted on her also pink swollen lips. the crimson rope around Afton's wrists are tied strong to the jail-ish and dirty bedframe, which, surprisingly—has been in a pretty good condition after all these years in the afton family home basement.

"if you want me to stop, you know the safe word, right?" she smiled, though her eyes shows concern; Michael nodded, and even managed to choke out a small whimper of "yes", which riles up y/n even more. "y'know... what if i just..." she trails off, both hands on the bands of his boxers with a medium sized patch of precum on it; y/n pulls down the boxers, greeted immediately with a 9 inch (22cm) erected cock springing up, hitting Michael's abdomen; "g-aah-!" Michael choked at the feeling of his dick finally free, hitting the cold air of the basement in his childhood home.

y/n's small hands reached forward, rubbing Afton's slit at the pink tip of his penis. Michael's sweet swelled up lips just can't contain his moans for the sake of his life! his pretty blue eyes roll behind his head, he could cum right then and there, but he knows she know he can do better than that. Michael's eyebrows knits together as he feels you swollen lips gave his pink tip a little kiss, then it was cold air. "hhnggg-!!" he tried his best to restrain his moans as y/n's soft tongue gave him a long strip of lick to his cock from the base to the top, then opens her lips to suck on his swollen tip, eyelashes batting upwards to look at his red face. no matter how many times you do this, he just couldn't handle it.

her lips left his cock with a small pop, leaving Michael in desperation for touch. "but- y/n- i-" "you know what to call, me" Michael's breath hitched, his brain just wants him to do it but his throat got stuck. y/n's soft hands left Michael's dick, "i won't continue if you don't address me as it", oh no, oh fuck, come on Mike, say it, say it! "m- madam.." the cold pause which felt like hours to Michael finally stopped, y/n chuckled, "that's my good boy" oh god he could come immediately. "do you think you deserve.. a reward?" yes! wait no! he hasn't done anything! but he needs that release! but- "well i think you do" she purred, crawling upwards to position her dripping hole on Michael's tip, testing him. if he could break the red crimson bonds on his wrists, he would grab her hips and just slam his dick into her and pound her already, but no, he has to wait.

"mmpphh~ ngaaahh-!!" she dips her hips down unbareably slow while Michael is moaning like crazy. a plop was heard, an indicator that Michael's thick-veiny-cock was fully squeezed by y/n's death-gripping hole, Michael's tip pressing against her uterus, creating a visible bulge on y/n's lower abdomen, y/n softly moans at the nearly pornographic sight. "mah- madam—ngghhh..." "are.. are you—ahh—okay?" how can she still be so nice while having this much power? "I'm o—mmhhh—okay" after a few moments, she lifts her hips and starts moving, picking up her pace every 5 pumps of her full hips.

"mm—madam-" Michael moans feeling his cock clenched tightly as he watches y/n's breasts bounces up and down. he truly is living the dream. his father would've been proud. he could feel all the places his cock is getting squeezed in and it's better than his hands absolutely.

and surely enough, the familiar knot on y/n stomach grows stronger and she wonders if Michael feels the same, but Michael? oh haha the good ol' Mikey, has been holding that cum for all this time. Michael can feel her tight hole twitch and clench around him, and oh how good that felt, making Michael himself twitch. y/n's pumps gets sloppier and soon enough, she creamed on him. feeling the warm liquid shower his dick, he came aswell, y/n's hole milking him dry of cum.

y/n flops her upper body on top of Michael, both panting and moaning and covered with sweat. "I'll... untie you now.." y/n pants, hands reaching the crimson bonds around her lover's wrists. Michael whimpers when y/n's breasts hovers over his face. he feels his wrists getting free, then he saw y/n hands holding the rope his hands were tied with. the first thing he did was grab her hips tightly, earning a small whimper from her, something he hasn't heard in a while after he lets her to be in charge more. he lifts her hips slowly, knowing what Afton is doing, she looks down, only to see thick white liquid dripping down Michael's softening cock, making both moan.

"was i too hard? sorry" y/n feels a little bad for teasing him a lot; Afton was offended, how dare his lovely lover pleasuring him like no other apologize?! "ah- no! i loved it!" he stumbled, making sure he could comfort her. peppering butterfly kisses all around her face, he hugged her lovingly, dragging her to cuddle with him to bed, whispering sweet words to her until they both fall asleep, getting some rest from his night shift.

[kaesaaurelia]

nature is healing

For @whumptober2020 day 28: Such Wow. Many Normal. Very Oops (specifically "accidents" and "hunting season").

Continues on from day two, wherein Aziraphale was kidnapped by very health-conscious Satanists, day nine, wherein we find out how Crowley got there, and what the Satanists are after, day ten, wherein the Satanists took a lot of Aziraphale’s blood and made a potion, day sixteen, wherein they fed the potion to Crowley, who is no longer thinking clearly, and not entirely sure what he should do with this delicious prey the Satanists have given him, day twenty-one, wherein Aziraphale would be a very happy monsterfucker but being bitten by a venomous snake is a bit much, and day twenty-five, wherein Crowley is himself once more, and Aziraphale gets them both free.

Aziraphale/Crowley; not explicit, but many allusions to sex, xeno, and sex pollen; also discussion of 2020 Stuff.  Implication of offscreen physical violence and psychological torment.

Aziraphale watched Crowley slither off, and then sat in one of the very uncomfortable, badly-warped pews of the ruined church to clear his head for a few moments. Poor thing, he was all wound up now. At least maybe he could take some of that aggression out on the Satanists.

What happened after that... well. Aziraphale would try not to get his hopes up too much, but he thought that probably after this he had learned his lesson about hoping for Crowley to break the rules and come see him during quarantine.

Aziraphale overheard shouting from outside the ruined church. He miraculously replaced some of his lost blood -- not all of it at once, that didn't always go well -- and wandered outside to see what the ruckus was about.

He poked his head out of the door to the church and saw Crowley, still extraordinarily serpentine, gripping the leader of the Satanists by the neck and holding him about a foot off the ground.

Crowley was speaking too quietly for Aziraphale to hear, but he imagined that whatever he'd said to the fellow must have hit home, because he was shaking like a leaf. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said. Crowley shook his head in disgust and slithered away. He was terribly handsome, Aziraphale couldn't help but think. Although he did hope Crowley wasn't stuck that way; he'd be so put out about having to refit his car so he could drive it without feet. And there would be no more of those very tight trousers he'd been wearing for the past few decades.

Aziraphale supposed he ought to go and offer comfort to the Satanist, even though the fellow had tried to kill him; it was only polite. "Hello," he said, ambling over to the man, who was still sitting in the middle of a dirt path.

"I'm sorry, I'm -- I'm sorry!" the man told him, shivering. He began to sob.

"Yes, well, all water under the bridge," said Aziraphale, agreeably. He ignored a horrified screech from another one of the Satanists. Might've been the one who'd been looking forward to the fires, now Aziraphale thought about it. He decided that that wasn't important. Crowley would do what he felt was best. But a lovely thought occurred to him. "You don't happen to have a copy of that recipe you used, do you? For reference," he added quickly, "not to use, obviously." And, in fairness, this was not entirely a lie; he wanted to see if it had any nasty side effects that might hurt Crowley down the road. But, also, if... if there weren't any nasty side effects, and if Crowley was amenable...

"I'm -- oh, oh, god, I'm sorry," said the Satanist, wiping his tears away on the very elaborately-embroidered sleeves of his robe and reaching one shaky hand inside his robe to pull out a worn, folded scrap of paper.

"Thank you very much," said Aziraphale, smiling at the Satanist.  But the man didn't stop weeping, and Aziraphale's face fell. "Good Lord, what did he do to you?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't -- I didn't want --"

Aziraphale cut him off by putting a hand to the man's forehead and looking inside him. "Ah," he said. "I see. Well. You did want that, didn't you? In a way."

"I'm sorry!" he said, lost in his own head.

Aziraphale knew he would gradually come back to himself, but he'd always remember having slain two people in a poorly thought-out but surprisingly effective Satanic ritual, and he would have to live with that for the rest of his life. "Chin up," he told the man. "At least now you know you're not cut out for this sort of thing. Takes some of us a lot longer to work that out." And he wandered off towards the van.

"No, no, please!" he heard somebody shout. Wherever that unfortunate cultist and Crowley were, Aziraphale couldn't see them, and he ignored the shouting as he leaned up against the van they'd kidnapped him with and perused the recipe.

It did not appear to be designed with an angel in mind; that little wrinkle had been added by the Satanists. In fact, Aziraphale couldn't really tell if this was a ritual to get a demon to go after somebody you didn't like, or a ritual to summon up a demon for... personal and private amusements. Aziraphale felt it would have been easier to just go to an appropriate venue -- a private club, say -- and engage in polite conversations and lovely meals and let things take their course, if one was lonely in this particular way. He did not pretend to understand the ways of human demonologists, though. And he couldn't really fault them for finding demons attractive.

"Help! Somebody? Anybody!" a man cried in the distance.

There'd been six cultists; Crowley had dealt with four of them. Aziraphale still had a bit of time. He squinted at the recipe.

Was it possible -- oh no, Aziraphale thought, that was silly, why would anyone do that?

Desperation, perhaps? And a lack of knowledge of the fundamentals?

It had been an awfully bad year.

Given that, Aziraphale began to suspect that the Satanists' precursors had failed to keep particularly good records, and these particular ones, in their desire to quickly pull together a ritual to make things better, had accidentally combined two potions; one to set a vicious demon against one's enemies, and the other to summon an amorous demon. And now poor Crowley was a bit of both.

His eyes settled on the note at the bottom. Effects to last until demon has taken (?) its target.  And underneath that, with an arrow pointing at the word taken, the same hand had written How is this defined???

Aziraphale could think of several ways he might have defined taken in this context, but perhaps that was wishful thinking.

"No, no, let me go!  I’ll give you anything!  Please, don’t hurt me!" Aziraphale heard one of the Satanists shout.  That was number five.  He supposed he ought to be getting ready to go, then.

Aziraphale opened the door to the van, and then remembered that these things needed keys to start, too.  Of course, he could just make the thing start, but he was woozy and he'd rather just have the keys.

He wandered back to the head of the cultists.  "So sorry to trouble you again," he said, "but I'm going to need to borrow the keys to your van."

Apologizing and sobbing, the man fumbled around for a few moments before producing a handful of jangling keys.

"Thank you!" said Aziraphale, brightly, and left him alone again to go to the van.  He wondered if there were any snacks in it.  That was supposed to help with blood loss, wasn't it?  Aziraphale thought he'd earned it.

He was just opening the back of the van to look when he heard Crowley shout, "Angel!"  He looked to see Crowley slithering over, carrying the last Satanist by the scruff of her jacket.  It was the one called Gemma, who'd got all the ingredients for the potion.  "That'ss the lot of them."

"I thought you were going to deal with them all," said Aziraphale, frowning at her.  "What do you expect me to do, I'm not going to smite anyone."

Crowley dumped her on the ground in front of the van.  "No, you idiot, 'coursse I don't want you to ssmite her, but we need a driver.  I can't drive like thiss," he said, gesturing down at his scaly torso.

"Well -- I mean... I could do it," said Aziraphale, feeling a bit overlooked.

"No, no, no, angel, have you even got a licssensse?" Crowley asked.

"Have you?" Aziraphale asked; he was going to be very surprised if the answer was yes.

"That'ss not the point," Crowley said.

"Well, how hard can it be?  I've watched you drive plenty of times," said Aziraphale.  “You barely even look at the road.  And you take your hands off the wheel all the time.”

Crowley looked taken aback by this.  "How -- how hard can it -- angel, what'ss -- why do you --"

"Excuse me?" Gemma asked, brushing herself off and standing.  "Hey!  Hello?"

"Thiss iss not your problem," said Crowley, waving her off.  "Angel, do you want to learn to drive?" he asked.  "Becausse I'd -- I'd be willing to show you -- but right now I'm in no sstate to --"

"Excuse me," said Gemma, again.

"Not now," Aziraphale snapped at her.  He turned back to Crowley.  "I don't really want to drive, only -- is she even willing to do it?"

"Willing doessn't really come into it," said Crowley.  "She wasss part of thiss whole thing and she'ss not horrible enough to punish in any of the ways I could think of sso --"

"Fuck's sake, I'll drive, I haven't got transportation otherwise," said Gemma.  She grabbed the keys from Aziraphale.  "Thank you," she said, and stomped around the other side of the van to get into the driver's seat.

"Well.  That'ss ssettled, issn't it," said Crowley, smugly.

"Out of curiosity, what exactly did you do to the others?  And why didn't you do it to her?"

"I gave them all exactly what they thought they wanted," said Crowley, "but then..."  He rolled his eyes.  "I found her hiding in a tree trying to get recsseption sso she could look up how to de-esscalate a demon ssummoning without phoning the police."

Aziraphale processed this.  "De... escalate?"

"All she sseemed to want out of thiss wass a fun ssocial event without loadss of people about, and then they sstuck her with the grocsseriess and she felt obligated.  D'you know, she wass the virgin ssacrifice Mr. Fancssy Robess mentioned earlier?"

Aziraphale made a face.  "Oh dear."

"Apparently Ssatanisstss are rubbish in bed, though, which, I mean, I could've told her that," said Crowley.  "I told her to get an app or ssomething."

"Or, you know... mail order... devices," said Aziraphale, trying to strike a balance between sounding very worldly and not sounding like someone who'd actually sampled such devices.  He tried especially to not sound like he'd gone with mail order because the devices he wanted were too esoteric for the shop next door to carry.

Crowley grinned.  "You gonna give her ssome recommendationss, angel?" he asked.

"No!  No," said Aziraphale, firmly.

"Come on, let'ss get back to London," said Crowley.  "I can't turn back -- I tried -- sso I think I'd better ride in the back where there's room.  You can be in the front, keep her out of trouble, ssort of thing," he suggested.

"Of course," said Aziraphale.  "And... about changing back... I think you had better come stay with me at the bookshop until we sort that out."

"I... I don't think that'ss a good idea," said Crowley.  He looked very worried about this, for some reason.

"I got the recipe for their nasty little potion, and I think I know how to get you turned back," said Aziraphale.  "But I'd rather discuss that in private.  So.  Have her drop us both off at the bookshop?"

Crowley looked pensive.  "Yeah," he said, finally.  "All right."

"It'll be all right, Crowley," said Aziraphale, smiling at him.  "And if it isn't, you know, we'll just... find a way to make everyone think you're normal."

"We will, will we?" Crowley asked.

"The snake people of London are returning to terrorize the streets in vintage cars once again," said Aziraphale, loftily.  "Nature is healing."

It was the first genuine smile he'd got out of Crowley in -- well, in months, actually.  So that was something, anyway.

[next part]

[aweebwrites]

Move on Dragons Ch17

“Lookss like even this version of Acronix likess tech.” Jay chuckled, the baby dragon staring at the screen of his hand held game with wide, reflective eyes.

“And this version of Krux still hates it.” Kai says drily, holding his phone up high using his tail so the hissing little runt can’t continue trying to chew it to bits. “How much longer until they’d need him?” He asked Jay as he pushed at buttons quickly on his game, the smaller dragon completely enraptured.

“They’ll want him any ssecond now.” Jay spoke quieter, the tip of his long, horned tail thumping the ground as he focused on what appeared to be a hard level. “You sure you can manage to disstract him while they’re gone? He doesn’t like being out of sight of his brother and Cole’s still gone with Lloyd and Nya to New Ninjago City so he can’t use his magic touch with kids- and baby dragons.” He reminded, looking up at Kai with slitted blue eyes and Kai nodded, plucking Rux off of him, the latter trying to dig his claws in his scales to climb him.

“I’ll take him out on a flight. That should keep him distracted until they’re done. It’s not a long process after all.” Kai murmured as he kept his hand out of reach of Rux’s small but sharp teeth. He already learned the hard way that while they can’t bite through his scales, his little teeth were perfect for getting around them. “You’re getting better with your S’s though.” He praised and Jay shot him a fanged grin.

“I just gotta keep working around thesse teeth with thiss tongue.” Jay says as he paused his game to prod at his long, thick fangs then used a slender, forked tongue to lick at one. “I mean, if Pythor figured it out, so can I.” He grinned then laughed once Nix gave a protesting sound, tentatively reaching out to grasp the device Jay yelled.

They were starting to learn how to hold things with their paws now and learning how to sit with just their hind legs and tails as support. With the majority of the company they have being human- or somewhat human-, it was natural for them to begin trying to copy them. Both Kai and Jay sensed as someone approached them then turned around to see both elders as they approached. Looks like it’s time.

“Alright.” Kai grunted as he set Rux down then stood with a stretch. “You me, some air time.” He says, placing both hands on his hips as he set down his phone with his tail.

Before the small gray dragon could dart after the phone, Kai shifted, leaning forward to land on his front paws. Rux stared up at him with large reflective eyes, never seeing Kai shift before. Sure Kai had interacted with the dragons in both forms to make sure they were used to both, but he’s never had a reason or chance to shift before them until now. He scooped Rux up in his paw, the latter barely even taking up much space there. He had to be careful with him. With that, he spread his wings and took off, able to tell with the delighted sound Rux made, that he already enjoyed flying. Looks like distracting him really wasn’t that hard of a task.

On the ground, Jay pocketed the game to Nix’s displeasure and picked the even heavier dragon up as he turned to the elders. Jay hesitated.

“It won’t hurt him, right?” He had to ask, looking down at Nix as he looked up at both elders with large, mirror-like eyes.

“Not at all.” Wu reassured him.

“It is a quick and painless process. He hasn’t awoken his powers as yet so he won’t even feel it.” Garmadad nodded and Jay nodded too, allowing them to escort him to the awaiting dragons. 

_______

“Uh.” Cole says as he blinked at the villain they were supposed to take down for robbing a bank.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Lloyd couldn’t help but say as Nya grimaced.

“How did they let this guy rob a bank?” Nya asked as they looked at the villain Fugi-dove as he attempted to make some nearby pigeons attack them.

“Oh come on! Please? They’re right there! Just- at least fly off!” Fugi-dove begged, using the large wings he had attached to his arms to try and rile them up but the pigeons continued to ignore his existence.

“I put on make-up… for this…” Lloyd says with an undertone of anger in his annoyed voice, all of his visible skin covered in makeup to hide his oni nature.

“We told you there was no need.” Cole reminded. “ No matter how you look, you’re still the green ninja who saved this city more times than we can count.” He told him as Nya gathered water from a nearby fountain and captured the culprit in it, leaving his head out as he fought and squirmed against it.

“Cole’s right you know.” Nya says as she walked over and picked up the bag of money Fugi-dove dropped. “You’ve been telling Jay he should accept the way he looks. Maybe it’s time you take a page out of your own book.” She smiled a little, looking across at him.

“It’s not like that, really.” Lloyd told them as they waited for the police to show up.

Both Nya and Cole rose a brow at him.

“Ok, maybe just a smidgen- but we haven’t even told the city about the dragons- or our appearance change. If we just randomly show up as half dragon and half dragon and oni, we might stir up panic.” He reasoned as Little G poked his head out from under his hood, some of the makeup on his shiny scales.

“He has a point.” Cole shrugged, looking across at Nya.

“We should at least notify the city of the whole half dragon shifting thing, though it’ll be good to know if the change is permanent or not.” Nya says, looking down at her gloved hands.

“What do you mean? Isn’t it?” Cole asked as the sound of sirens grew closer. “Kai’s was permanent.” He pointed out.

“No, that was because of the scales the dragons gave him.” Lloyd reminded them.

“Scales?” Nya blinked but then remembered the colourful necklace of scales Kai had first returned with after spending his first week in their dimension. “What did happen to those scales?” She asked, thoughtfully.

“We’ll ask him when we get back. We’ll figure out what to tell the city then too.” Lloyd told them and they nodded, turning to the chief of police as he came out of his car, a few other police with him too.

_______

Jay played his game again though a bit nervously, the entire Dragon colony watching him as he kept Nix distracted as Garmadon accepted a large, metal construct that looked just like a time blade- but way bigger. He walked forward to Jay and he blinked once he set it down around him, leaving both he and Nix in the middle.

“U-uh, this won’t take my powers… Right?” He asked anxiously, his tail flicking nervously.

“Correct. Kronos Steel is designed to only contain the powers of time.” Wu rumbled quietly as Garmadon stepped back.

Jay blinked once Nix began to glow green, the dragonling’s eyes still glued to the screen of his game even as Jay stopped playing. He watched as the green energy of his time forward powers began leaving him, the metallic blades in the sides of the device beginning to glow with it. The last of Nix’s glow was absorbed by the time blade, leaving the green streak down the right side of his body to go dark. With that, Garmadad removed the blade that fit his paw well.

“There is only one place we can ensure its safety.” Wu says and Garmadad nods, knowing that as well.

“Getting it there will be a dangerous task.” He whispered but knew it had to be done.

“They will be careful. Morro must go with them.” Wu told him and Garmadad gave a slow sigh before he nodded.

Their former home high up on the mountain, once the safest place for dragons, was now the most dangerous. But already, it held and protected the time stop power.

_______

‘You sure like flying, huh?’ Kai rumbled as he glanced down at Rux in his paws the young dragon’s reflective eyes wide open and filled with wonder at the world around him.

It didn’t matter that Kai’s only been looping around a small space above Hiroshi’s Labyrinth. He was enraptured it appears. Kai was sure he could head back now but… He spotted their usual river for fishing before grunting and descending to a hover by its bank, displeasing the dragonling.

‘Calm down. I’m only fetching us a snack.’ Kai huffed through his nose then looked over the water. 

With the sun keeping his shadow behind him, fishing should be easier now. He eyed the river, eyed the fish loitering in a deeper section of it before he marked his prey. He beat his wings, swooping low and extending his hind legs. With a loud splash, he pulled two large fish out of the water, both trapped in his clawed back paws. He dropped them on the shore, far from the river then landed. He then set Rux down before he shifted into his smaller half dragon form, snorting once he watched Rux warily approach the flopping fish. The one closest to him stopped flopping and he reached a paw out to touch it- only to release a startled cry once it flopped towards him. Kai laughed once he dashed towards him, under his wing to hide.

“It’s alright bud. It can’t hurt you.” Kai spoke low, lifting his wing a little so he could look at the wary dragonling. “Come ‘ere.” He says as he pulled him out and Rux squirmed in his arms, wanting to hide again.

“They take a sec to stop flopping around but here’s a faster way.” Kai says, setting him down before dropping on all fours.

He then aimed for the head of the fish and bit into it, sitting back on all fours still as he chewed, the fish half out of his mouth. Rux blinked up at him as he chewed then glanced at the other gasping fish. He mustered up some courage and moved forward slowly, flinching once it started to flop again. Rux growled then and pounced, biting into its side, struggling for a bit as it wiggled in his mouth, Kai laughing around his own snack as he did. It took Rux three limbs to pin the fish down, Kai having a whale of a time watching him.

“Will you eat it with the scales?” Kai asked as he padded over on all fours, spitting out the spiny tail of the fish he ate.

He then face palmed, remembering that he was pretty much a toddler in human standards who had no idea what he was saying. He received his answer anyway once Rux managed to get a bite out of the fish, settling down with both front paws and a hind one on the fish as a just in case as he ate into its soft middle. Kai laid down on his stomach next to him, letting him eat as he kept an eye and an ear out. Dragons may be the new apex predator of the Labyrinth but Rux was still small and snack sized for most of the predators here. After a while, he heard a low but clear call. A familiar one he recalled his dragon father using when he first stumbled into their dimension. Time to head home it seems. Kai shifted again, returning the call before he checked on Rux. He was amused to see him half asleep, still holding down the fish that had almost all of its middle eaten. Looks like a flight and a snack is the key to getting him to sleep. He wished he figured that out before he had to spend several nights awake, trying to get the whiny dragonling to sleep.

He gathered him up in his paws again, huffing in amusement as he perked up again, excited to be flying. He’ll be even more of a handful once he learns to fly on his own...

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(Pandemonium hasn’t cooled but I’ve gotten around to ignoring the hysteria and focusing on the important things, which means I'm back on my usual updating this every two days agenda. Story wise, I swear I have a reason for bringing in baby Acronix and Krux, other than the sake of baby dragons. I need em for both Garmadon and Cole's plot line. They also help out with everyone else's. I'm trying not to drag things out too much, because as cute and fun as this all is, it'll lose purpose if I let it do whatever. Also writing Jay's lines with all the extra S's suck so I'm slowly integrating them out. I wanted this fic to be like, 30 chapters max. I know I won't be able to keep it there because the final arc I have planned is gonna be p big so I'm extending it to at least 40. Here's to hopefully finishing this by or in May! Thanks for reading!!!)

[sidespromptblog]

Sorry

(Requested by anon) 

Summary: Deceit senses something is wrong in the mindscape and goes to check it out, what he finds it both heartbreaking and heart changing. 

Two, Three, Four, Five

Something was amiss inside of the mindscape, and yet it seemed like there was nothing wrong at all.

Slinking along the ground his snake-like body moving slowly in and out of the shadows, Deceit’s bright golden eyes watched everything as his tongue flicked in and out of his mouth tasting the air.

The smell of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven and a little hint of anxiousness could be smelled coming from the kitchen, so Patton and Virgil were residing inside of the kitchen. With Patton teaching Virgil the proper and the obviously best way in order to put nothing but one hundred percent of your love into baking cookies. He flicked his tail dismissively, there was nothing unusual about what they were doing. Patton constantly baked and cooked, so getting Virgil in on it was nothing new in his eyes.

His lanky scaled body started to slowly make its way up each individual step of the stairs, before his tongue flicked again the moment that his entire body had settled on the top step.

The scent of parchment, roses, and pomegranates led to the bathroom, where the door was ajar, and sliding his body forward. Deceit poked just the tip of his head in, ready to pull it out in a hurry just in case something unsavory was happening.

“Everything must be perfect! Perfect!” Roman sang, his deep baritone voice, making Deceit’s scales shiver, as he leaned over the sink getting in close to the mirror as he was applying his eyeliner. From what Deceit could see, he was making the wings on his top lids as sharp as the sword that he carried, and just a little bit too long in Deceit’s opinion. Although that was majorly up for Roman to decide, not that he was going to step in and give makeup tips to someone who would slice him in half for just occupying the same space as him.

Even so, though, all seemed well with Roman. So that left just one.

Logan’s room was at the end of the hall, and it took a while on Deceit’s part to just get there. The door was firmly shut, no matter how much he nudged his nose against it, the door wouldn’t budge. That alone was somewhat unusual, as Logan was well used to Roman and the others just barging in at random times, so instead of constantly shutting his door, he kept it open a crack. A crack that would have made it easy for him to slip in through to check on the nerd.

Deceit’s tongue flicked out in anger as well as in disappointment.

Of course, he has to be difficult about things, he always does. Deceit mentally grumbled to himself as he slid into the shadows, slinking along for a moment before he moved into the darkest corner of Logan’s room. Which, looking around now, wasn’t too dark given that every light seemed to have been turned off. With Logan’s desk lamp even being tipped over.

The worry that had clung to his small skinny snake body only tripled now.

His tongue flicked out in a hurry, the smell of old book pages, ink, and blueberries hung in the air, along with the faintest hints of salt. So Logan was still here, he hadn’t left or gone anywhere that wouldn’t be beneficial to his health.

His yellow eyes narrowed, scouring the room he moved forward, his yellow scaled belly moving over a few papers that had managed to find their way onto the floor. Looking at it now, Logan’s room looked...well awful if he was being blunt about it. Like some tornado had just casually gone on a stroll inside of the logical side’s department, and left everything looking like a crime scene of books and papers. The logical side was usually so meticulous in cleaning up after himself, so...how had this even happened?

Before that question could even get close to being answered, his eyes locked onto a leg, thankfully not a severed leg. But a leg poking out from behind the end of Logan’s bed, so moving forward, he eventually saw the body that it was connected to. Namely, Logan, looking just about as awful as his room, his tie hung loosely from around his neck not properly tightened to the base of his throat. He was wearing pajama bottoms, while his shirt was just the usual shirt that he wore anytime he was seen outside of his room. As his hand limply laid in his lap.

Most importantly though, cold tears dripped down his empty blank expression, as he stared at the stark whiteness of his ceiling. His breathing was uneven and choppy, even as he tried his best to keep his lips firmly pressed together so to not let out a single sound.

The issue, he had been right to assume that something was seriously wrong.

Without even thinking about it, he moved forward, his cold smooth scales rubbing against the logical side’s elbow as he made his way next to him before his body started to ripple and change. His form slowly growing bigger and bigger, until he sat there alongside Logan in silence, there was only a slight twitch from the other as soon as he had revealed himself.

He had known that Deceit was there the entire time, and still, he hadn’t made him leave.

“Not today Deceit,” Logan’s body shuddered with a deep sigh as he closed his eyes, letting a few more tears drip down his face without even bothering to wipe them away. “Today is not an adequate day to try and get under my skin to make me believe your falsehoods. Give me a few hours at least.”

God even his voice sounded awful, and Logan must’ve known it too given by how he grimaced faintly even as he kept his expression neutral.

“Not today Ssspeckless, even I am not the kind of villain to attack you at your lowesst.” He almost felt offended that Logan would even think that, but, in all honesty, he hadn’t given him much of a reason to think otherwise. “Perhapsss, and thiss iss a hypothesssiss, but can you tell me what isss wrong?” He asked, genuine concern coating his tone as he glanced over to the other.

Logan couldn’t help the sarcastic chuckle that bubbled out of him as he roughly dragged his hand over his eyes, opening them he balefully glared over at Deceit. Feelings that he certainly didn’t want to acknowledge were bubbling up, feeling that really shouldn’t even exist there and present within him no matter how much he tried to tell himself otherwise. Feelings, that in his opinion made him a freak, something that none of the others could even begin to comprehend.  

“You want to help?” He barked out a sharp laugh as he shook his head, “Why on earth do you care about my problems? What, do you care or something? Do you want to make me feel better?” He snapped, feeling himself lash out, Logan felt bad, up until the point he realized that feeling bad was a side effect of feeling at all. Something which he should have no idea about.

“I thought that it would help.” It was just a simple sentence, and the truth for once that spilled out of Deceit, and judging by Logan’s look of shock. Not something that he had been expecting from him.

That was the first crack that he saw in the other’s mask.

“I…” Logan swallowed before he dragged his hand over his eyes, wiping away the oncoming tears that welled in his eyes. His body shuddered again as he forced himself to keep it all under control, that was what his job was supposed to entail. Control of emotions with cold hard logic. “I like someone,” He finally confessed, the words coming out in a quick rush. “I like someone and I know already what they think about me. I know that they dislike me, I know that who I am, disgusts them, and I know..I know that he will never ever like me back. I know...that it is not possible to die of a broken heart in metaphorical standards, but..but it sure feels like it.”

It took a moment before the weight of Logan’s words settled on Deceit’s shoulders, then came the realization of his words. Logic, the one who wasn’t supposed to feel anything about himself, much less others, had fallen in love.

“Oh...oh dear.” Deceit whispered, a crushing sense of understanding landing on his heart. He was no stranger to broken hearts or falling in love for that matter. What hurt the most though, was just from the description he could already tell who it was. “Is it...is it the fanciful one?” He softly asked, and just the way that Logan’s body shuddered and the logical side curled in on himself, Deceit knew that he had hit the nail on the head.

To Logan it felt like his insides were getting put through a shredder, he loved to see Roman happy, he loved to see him smiling and singing like he hadn’t a care in the world. He also...wanted him to stay happy. However, as Roman himself had said, Love wasn’t about reason or logic. He of all people had no place loving someone like Roman, it wasn’t his place, and it wasn’t his purpose.

He was doomed from the start.

Chomping down on his bottom lip, Logan’s legs curled up to his chest and the only logical thing he could think to do was to hide away his face as he felt the oncoming onslaught of tears.

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey. No doing that,” Deceit softly scolded, pulling a little at one of Logan’s arms, preventing him from curling up and hiding away from his feelings, it just so happened that today of all days, he couldn’t handle the lies he saw inside of Logan.

“Listen to me Logan, and listen to me good. It is not your fault if he doesn’t like you, and it is not your fault if you’ve found that you love him. Broken hearts...I will not lie, just happen sometimes, they happen and they hurt like a bitch. You can pine over him all you want, I’ve done it before and I’m sure that I won’t be the last one to either. But!” Deceit held up a finger before Logan could interject, his expression as he could be at that very moment. “You can either stay in here and hide away, OR,” He said, getting just a little bit closer. “You can go out there with me, and show him that you aren’t afraid to love. Show him how much of a fool he is for thinking that love only belongs to one mindset.”

Searching Logan’s face, Deceit didn’t blink or look away, as the logical side blinked away the tears.

“So which is it?” He asked, as Logan looked down at himself, at his tie that was crooked and his mismatched pajama bottoms.

With a quick wave of his hand all that changed, he looked as dapper as ever with the only difference being that his dark blue tie, now had threads of gold running through it. A feeling of triumph and warmth raced through Deceit’s heart.

“I want to make him sorry.”

And with that Logan took Deceit’s hand marching out there, and absolutely treasuring the look of shock and a few other emotions that Logan didn’t know too much about as he kissed Deceit in front of them all.

He wasn’t going to be sorry for the emotions he felt.

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Destined, part 12

aka He’ssss Back

Character Tags: Virgil/Anixety ; Patton/Creativity ; Patton/Morality ; Logan/Logic ; Remy/Sleep ; Dante/Deceit

Chapter Pairings: None, Just some aesthetic appreciation of ya boi Dante

Chapter Warnings: Deceit as villain but goddamn he’s still pretty, graphic violence, not-fully-consensual acts (not sexual though), cigarettes

Reader Tags: @residentanchor @royally-anxious​ @sanderssidesfanblog @bewarethegrammarpolice

Summary: After centuries of acting as an oracle to heroes, quest-seekers, and villains alike, Virgil just wants to live as a normal, modern human. For someone who can see infinite probabilities, you’d think he’d know better.

<<Chapter 11 | Masterlist | Chapter 13>>

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Walking to the cafe the next morning, Virgil was deep in happy thought. He was happy for Logan and Patton, and happier still as he remembered he’d probably see Roman today. He always worried about the future, but just now there were so many good possibilities that involved him. He couldn’t remember the last time that was true.

Suddenly, a “Psssst!” from an alley just off the street startled him into the present. His eyes caught on shiny snakeskin loafers and dragged up black slacks and a black button-down, hemmed and accented in gold thread. He met a pair of familiar brown eyes with scattered gold streaks throughout and gulped. It’s him. The sorcerer had found him again.

“Sorry for the suddennesss, I’ve been trying to find you for two days straight,” the man said with a crooked smile. If he hadn’t been so worried about the sorcerer’s intentions, Virgil might have swooned at that smile - the sorcerer was still as undeniably attractive as he’d been in that seashore grotto all those years ago. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself before - I’m Dante.”

“Um. Hello. Is this about crashing into you? I’m really sorry, it was an accident...”

“No, no, not at all. That’s old news,” the man chuckled, casually waving a hand that held a smoldering cigarette. “The real news is that you are a Sage, and I’m a ssorcerer.”

Virgil stared at him, wide-eyed. Oh Thiota’s tears, he did recognize me.

“I, uh, don’t know what you’re, um, talking about...” he stammered, looking down.

“I get it, you’re nervouss. You’ve been hiding, and so few could possibly understand. But that’s why I wanted to find you. Because I understand.” Dante was still smiling, friendly. His voice was light yet earnest. He took a slow drag of his cigarette. Virgil blinked, unsure how to react. Had he judged the man too quickly? Had the sorcerer reformed his ways since Virgil had last encountered him? But if he had, why would the glimpse of his destiny that Virgil had seen still point to self-interest and plotting?

“I… you do? I mean. Um. What do you understand?” It was a not a great day for Virgil and coherency.

Dante sighed. “I know it’s sscary to admit. But from the minute we ran into each other the other day, I knew you were like me – out of our natural time and place. Out of our element. Here we both are living in this modern, mundane world – and you and I both know neither of us iss mundane. And I may be mistaken but – I think I know you, Sage. I’ve met you before, in a past form. Your name wass once Zephyr, correct?”

Virgil met the other man’s eyes directly for the first time in this surprising interaction. Dante certainly didn’t seem to be angry or attempting to threaten him. And playing fully ignorant clearly hadn’t worked. But he’d still rather not give up any more information than what Dante already knew.

“Yes, I was Zephyr, centuries ago. You seem to be familiar with my power. Have I divined for you before?”

Dante’s smile morphed into a wry grin. “Yes, you did. And like any great Sage, your riddle always had the chance end badly for me. The choicess weren’t on my side, that time.” He shrugged philosophically and took another drag. “The real downside was the backlash of the ritual, and the change it had on my form. It took me 500 years to shift back into something thiss human. And clearly, I’m not perfect.”

Virgil had thought he was imagining the added sibilance of the sorcerer’s words right up until he saw Dante flick a forked tongue at him with a wink. Suddenly, he wondered about those snakeskin ‘shoes’.

“But that’s why I’m so glad to have found you,” Dante continued. “I’ve been hoping to find more like uss. The magic folk. I know there musst be more of us in the world still. I tried visiting the spritess out in their hideaways but they’ve given up on the public life entirely. Only the renegades and runawayss are left, and they live as human.”

Virgil shrugged. “Of course they’re in hiding. The world has moved on from us magical beings. Humanity has achieved so much with their own ingenuity and technology – they don’t need us  to conjure or dinve anymore. For this life, I’ve been living as just a regular human. It’s been so much nicer than my old lives of solitude and visions. Humanity has several…” He blushed faintly, thinking of Roman’s teasing smile. “...perks.”

Dante seemed shocked. “But… we could do so much more! Yes, technology has advanced but jusst imagine what we magic folk could do to push it further! And well. We’re not like them. We can do more, ssee more, be more. Why would you want to hide that? It’s bad enough to think of how much has already been losst.” Another exhale of cigarette smoke morphed into a tiny dragon, flapping its wings and blowing clouds until it dissipated in the breeze. A second drag produced a life-size fairy that flittered and waved at Virgil before floating off into nothingness. A vise squeezed around his heart, thinking of old friends now long gone.

“Maybe we’d help. Maybe we’d get in the way. Maybe we’d hurt them all accidentally. Or maybe they’d hurt us,” Virgil sighed. “I’m not sure what would happen, but I do know that I’m tired. I just want to live out this attempt at humanity and rejoin my family in the ether. They say the passage of time is meaningless there, and I’ve had enough lifetimes for any existence at this point.”

“That… I ssuppose I understand. Waiting through the ages iss…difficult” Dante looked up and past Virgil’s head, a bleak and empty look in his eyes, “I suppose it would be rude of me to assk you do continue to endure. I had just hoped…” A new look flitted across Dante’s face. Uncertainty? Disappointment? It was replaced by determination as he tossed his cigarette to the ground and snuffed it. “I won’t bother your further, then, unlesss you seek me out. But before I go, I must ask you. Sage, I entreat you, tell me my desstiny.”

Virgil blanched. The invocation. Of course Dante remembered the exact phrase to compel a Sage to act. Virgil couldn’t deny Dante’s request without risking his very existence. Seeing the steely resolve in Dante’s eyes, Virgil could tell the sorcerer remembered that perfectly, and knew exactly what he was doing. He hadn’t reformed his ways at all. The last bit of hope Virgil had clung to vanished. 

He took a deep breath, and in a voice thick with anger followed the script he knew by heart. “Seeker, to know your destiny is to be bound by it. Are you prepared to risk your future?”

The sorcerer did not resist the urge to smirk as he replied, “I am.”

“Then give me your hands, and prepare to be bound.”

If he was going to have to see the man’s future, again, he wanted his own answers. Virgil grasped Dante’s arms and looked not forward, but back.

The sorcerer had been telling the truth about some things, at least. He’d taken only a couple of years from his first future-telling to put his plan into motion, and his recovery had been just over 500 years in the works. But what had the ambitious man done that had led to his downfall? Could it be used against him? What would Virgil be able to see?

A flash of golden light lights the dark room. The space is incredibly familiar - Dante makes his way through obstacles with barely any thought given. Past dark shapes to a smaller room, lit only by an orb of azure fire. He loops his fingers and twist them in a complex gesture, and the fire disperses entirely, revealing a wooden staff that throws off waves of pure energy. His heart hammers as he reaches for it, his own magic pulsing in time with the raw power of the sprite-staff. As his hand makes contact, the magic sings to him, a high keening that whispers of possibilities to make or mar the world as a whole. He can force every inhabitant to do as he bids, or tear this world down and build a new one in his place. It will be just as easy as snapping his fingers - all he will need are the final rituals to bring the staff to its full potential. He remembers the lie he was able to conceal from his dissertation - from the faculty, from the headmaster, even from Septimus. The staff was not intended to be tied to just one ritual or purpose. No, its creation at the hands of all four sprite tribes means there are four rituals, each of one tribe’s old gods, each uniting the full power of those tribes into the staff. Once he’s finished, he will be able to control nearly everything - water, fire, ground, and green life.

Time blurs. Dante has visited the petrified wood altar of the tree sprites, deep in a secluded wood; the pearly altar of the water sprites at the bottom of the sea; the sliced stalagmite altar of the ground sprites in a deep cave. Now he climbs a volcano, approaching the stone altar of the fire sprites. One final ritual, and his power will be cemented. Soon, he will be able to limit and reverse the spread of humanity across this planet, and magical creatures from fairies to dragons will acknowledge him as their savior and master. He reaches the top the volcano, where long-since cooled lava created a natural altar. There is a faint humming as the staff nears its final destination. The humming grows louder as he places it in the grooves of the stone and begins the final binding spell. It takes both power and concentration, but Dante has plenty of both to spare. So deeply is he engrossed in the workings of the spell that he doesn’t note the growing heat under his feet until he smells scorched leather. Opening his eyes, he blanches. The rock he is standing on is melting slowly back into lava. He whirls around to see a tiny fire sprite sending pulse after pulse of magic heat into the rock below them. Dante is torn - if he casts a spell now to protect himself from the heat, the ritual will be disrupted. But the power is too tempting. If he hurries, and pours even more of his own magic into it, he might just finish before he gets scorched. He is sweating from the exertion and the heat around him, but he can at last feel the ritual nearing completion.

The staff is too bright to look at directly, the essence of heat dripping out of the altar to twine around its no-longer-wooden form. Tiny points of searing pain erupt on his back. The sprite is throwing fireballs at him now, ruining his concentration. “Cease, you interfering pest! Know you not that I bring your world salvation? Who are you to interrupt me?” Dante rasps out. “My name is Flame,” the sprite says. “And I don’t believe that you intend to save anyone but yourself.” The fireballs continue and the heat cooks his flesh as Dante stares, then shudders in mirthless laughter. This was part of his destiny, of course. “The world will turn to Flame.” Mordred’s mercy on that damned Sage. Dante’s laughter is thin and high, becoming more and more of a wheeze as the effort of so many spells saps him. He releases the ritual spell and redoubles his heat protection, but his energy is flickering and his flesh is burning. He needs tougher skin, less surface area to burn. He needs to survive. His body shudders and twists as he curls in on himself. But the curling continues long past what the normal limit should be. He cowers from the flames and feels them recede, but they keep receding. No, he is shrinking. Cramps spasm through his smooth muscles and scales as Dante the adder writhes on hot stone. Flame the sprite regards him curiously, then traps his snake-form in a floating cage of fire. There is nothing to do but hiss angrily as the altar becomes lava once more, consuming the sprite-staff and all its potential power.

Virgil brought himself back to the present, shuddering. Living through others’ lives had never been quite so disturbing. His shoulders felt cramped from having lived Dante’s serpentine transformation. And he still had an obligation to look into the man’s future, thanks to the ever-helpful Law of Sages. With an internal groan, he let himself fall into his power once more.

He’d seen this future once before, but hadn’t had to look as deeply through the particular choices. Now, he fought back the urge to cry or vomit as he saw the devastation that Dante was all too willing and ready to enact. The man had no qualms whatsoever if it meant he could bring back magical beings - even if that required other beings, like humans or animals, to perish. Virgil could see many ways that Dante would succeed but just as many where he would fail. There was Roman, in every one of those failures, interfering somehow. Now his eyes were definitely stinging. Here, he accidentally tripped over Dante in a crucial moment, ruining his concentration. There, he deliberately tackled the glowering man as he prepared to cast a destruction spell, or access a database of genetic code, or leech the lifeforce out of a human into a tiny, winged corpse. But worst of all were the futures in which Roman charged the sorcerer only to be struck fatally with a casual bolt of magic, or those where he was among the crowds of humans penned and shackled under Dante’s rule. Virgil searched into the near future - where was the critical juncture? Was there one moment that made this all avoidable? Sweet Pythia, there was. Thank the stars.

A Sage in the midst of foretelling was a channel for a magic as ancient as life itself. They spoke not with their own voice, nor with their form’s body, but with the echoes of past and future Sages, of deep caverns and mountain peaks. Virgil opened his mouth and released Dante’s second fortune.

“Your triumph can only be deterred by the inadvertent prints.”

The minute his connection to the magic faded, he pulled his hands away. Dante was grinning.

“I know there will be a trick again. There’s alwayss a trick. Sorry – choice,” he sneered. “A posssibility of failure. But this time I won’t be caught off guard.” He noticed Virgil’s glare and sighed. “I know, I know, that was rude. I’d say I’m ssorry, but well. I’m not. But I did mean it when I said I won’t bother you anymore. Not unless you want me to.” He winked, and walked out of the alley, humming to himself as he lit another cigarette.

Virgil rubbed his hands against his hoodie, wishing the feeling of complicity could be scraped off. Yes, there was breathing room hidden in how similar-sounding ‘prints’ was to ‘Prince,’ but his heart was still sinking in his chest. Now that he knew Dante’s full design, and had given him a warning, albeit obscure…  Mother Shipton, he was going to have to tell Roman. Wasn’t he?

author note: hey look, more homophone jokes! it’s almost like that was the secret motivation for this entire story and it… got away from me.

there is ART OF THIS SCENE now, thanks to @residentanchor and I am blushing REAL HARD

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Alright. Logicality of Patton trying to help Logan experience actual feelings besides the love he has for him. But logic doesn't want to do it out in the open in the fear or embarrassment that someone other than Patton will see. So they try to do it while in each other's rooms or when Roman and anxiety aren't home. Sorry if that was long...

Here ya go Nonie-this may have turned into a three parter whoops! so here is part one

Warnings: none, let me know if you need something tagged

The List

Part One- The Fluff a.k.a The hurt/Comfort

 Patton’s eyes scanned the list he had found tucked between the pages of one of

Logan’s books. He wasn't quite sure what it was, it looked very much like a to-do list, a neat column of items with a small box next to each word. However it was a list of emotions.

 Joy

Fear

Longing

Anger

Love ✔️ June 3rd 2017

Sadness

Homesick

Hope

 Confusion twigged with worry filled him as he read and reread the list. Only one thing was checked off, love. Next to it a date was scribbled and Patton recognized as the day Logic had confessed, struggling to name what he was feeling.

 Because that was just it, Patton thought with a smile, it wasn't that Logan didn't feel, it was that he couldn't put names to the things he was feeling.

 “Patton?” Logan stood in the doorway looking absolutely horrified.

 “I wasn’t snooping, I swear. I just came in to put your laundry away and I found it.” He trailed off, it sounded like a flimsy excuse, even to his own ears. Logan strode forward, snatching the paper out of his hand, quickly folding it and tucking it into his back pocket. He didn’t seem mad, much to Patton’s relief. Rather his cheeks were turning pink and the tips of his ears were scarlet and his gaze was fixed on the carpet.

 “What was that, exactly?” He asked slowly, knowing he was pushing his luck.

 “It was nothing.” Logan said, brushing past him and busying himself at the desk.

 “That’s quite a reaction over nothing,”

 “I’m sure I don’t know what your talking about,”

 Patton slipped up behind Logan, wrapping his arms around his waist. “ If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were feeling embarrassed.” Silence was his only answer as Logan continued to aimlessly shuffle papers on the desk. Patton slipped his hand in to Logan’s back pocket and retrieved the list, maybe a little slower than was strictly speaking necessary. He chuckled at Logan’s small squeak and plastered on his most innocent face. He smoothed the paper out on the desk, reaching for a pen. In his own, messier, writing he added the word “embarrassment” to the bottom and checked it off with the date.

 “There, which one should we do next?” he asked cheerily, his brows knitting together in confusion as he watched Logan’s face slip from mortification into a something near bewilderment before a small smile broke through. Patton’s eyes flew wide as Logan pulled him in by a fist full of shirt.

 “Thank you.” He murmured against his lips. “ I just want to be normal, I don't want to be emotionless.”

 Patton pulled back with a frown. “Logan,” he reached up to cup his cheek,  “you are already normal. And you're not emotionless, I bet you've felt the things on this list before. Come on” he pressed the list into Logan’s hands and watched his eyes read over. Then read over it again. And again.

 Logan’s shoulders slumped, he set the list on the desk and quickly left the room.

 “Lo,” he called, but got no answer. With a sigh he read the list again his eyes catching on the last word,

 Hope.

  Could it truly be that Logan had never felt hope? The thought broke his heart. Like really. He felt hot tears building in his eyes and he tried to laugh them off. It didn't work, so with fat tears rolling down his face and fists clenched in frustration at himself. He curled himself up on Logan’s bed and tried to calm down, but he couldn't.  Thoughtful, curious Logan feeling alone, feeling different and outside, hopeless. Patton wanted to go to him, but he couldn't calm down enough. Eventually he cried himself to sleep.

 “Patton?” once again Logan was calling his name from the doorway. “Are you okay?” he asked, coming to sit down tentatively next to him.

 “Oh yeah,” Patton smiled slightly, rubbing at his eyes which still felt dry and tired. “Just had a little cry, i was overdue for one.”

 “Why?”

 “Because I was sad,”

 “Why?”

 “I was thinking about you feeling hopeless, and that made me sad.”

 “Well that doesn’t make any sense.” Patton sat up to look at him, feeling just a bit offended.

 “Yes it does.”

 “No it doesn’t. You feel hope. If you were feeling hopeless that might make you sad, but why should my not experiencing hope make you feel sad?”  

 “I love you Logan.” that was clearly not the answer he had been expecting, and his face twisted up at the seeming topic change.

 “Yes, I know that.”

 “But do you feel it?”

 “What? What does that even mean?”

 “Do you feel that I love you? Can you feel it in your heart that you matter to me? That the thought of you in pain would hurt me as if it was me that was in pain? I love you so much Lo, and I just want you to be happy. I want it more than I want to be happy.”  Patton bit his lip, watching Logic’s face carefully. He may have broken him. Logan’s eyes were shock-wide and he opened and closed his mouth a few times but didn’t speak a word.

 Morality opened his arms widely, but Logan was still frozen. So instead he leaned forward and pulled him into his arms. “Tell me what you’re feeling.” he whispered, running a hand up and down Logic’s back.

 “I feel, like my heart's pounding, but also like something is squeezing it. And I feel like I want to smile so hard my face breaks, and also like I want to cry. It doesn’t make any sense.”

 “That kind of sounds like joy to me,”

 “It does?”

 “Yeah. Can you think of other times you’ve felt like this?”

 “Um, not the crying part, but the rest when I study the Cassini reports, and last year when we went to the observatory.”

 “Oh yes, this is definitely joy, go mark it on your list.”

  They stayed up talking all night, and by time they fell asleep they had checked off almost everything. All that was left was hope and longing, and well, Patton had a plan.

Thanks for reading keep your eyes peeled for part two- the angst, in which Patton reqruites some help to teach Logan about hope   and part three-the smut, for those of you who want to stick around for a very teasing Patton teaches Logan the meaning of longing ;)

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Move on Dragons Ch5

"We've got the venom." Nya reported to the rest of the team as they gathered in the parked Bounty after finally finishing an underground system big enough to house all the dragons.

Well, all but Wu and Garmadon but they hadn't planned to go in anyway. Rather, they'd stay at the entrance as guards until they've finally built a new home for themselves.

"That's awesome! When will you guys be back?" Lloyd asked them as he stood before the display screen.

"In about an hour or two. We'll have the antivenom ready in a few minutes after." Nya told him as Zane drove.

"Alright. We'll keep an eye out for you then." Cole says from behind Lloyd who nodded.

"Great. Over and out." Nya says before cutting the feed.

"Hear that? They'll be back with the antivenom soon." Cole says to Jay who was poking at the fangs sticking out of his mouth.

"It probably won't work anyway." Jay says with a smile then stuck his longer, thinner dual tipped tongue out.

"You don't know that for sure." Kai reminded him, watching his friend closely so he wouldn't  mess with anything dangerous.

"We'll sssee." Was all Jay said as he slid off the stool and headed out onto the deck.

"Jay-" Lloyd cut Cole's call off by raising his hand to stop him.

"Leave this to us." He told the master of earth.

Cole frowned but nodded, watching as both Lloyd and Kai trailed after him. Right. He hardly had much say in this situation, did he? After all, he's only human. Sure Nya was too but at least she had her smarts to help. All he had was… Brawn. He shook his head. It wouldn't do well to think like this. He should go do… Something.

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"You know we won't care if you end up as a full serpentine, right?" Kai says as both he and Lloyd stood on opposite sides of him. "I won't lie, a few things would have to change but only to help you out. Like ac to make sure you don't overheat or get too cold. But you'll still be our Jay." He says, ruffling the brunette's hair.

"Of coursse you won't. I wass ssscared at firsst about how you guys would react but considering half of uss- well, more than half now, aren't exactly human, I'm sssure you guyss would be fine with it." Jay says with a small smile, drawing patterns on the deck railings.

"Then what has you do afraid? Is it what everyone else would think? Your parents?-"

"You forget. My parentss were once half sssnake themssselvess. Of coursse they wouldn't care. We don't ssstick around long enough in Ninjago to hear what people sssay behind our backss either. Knowing them, they alwayss have sssomething bad to sssay about uss, no matter how many timess we've sssaved their lives…" Jay hummed, resting his cheek in his palm.

"Then what is bothering you? What's keeping you like this?" Lloyd asked with a frown, confused now more than ever.

If it wasn't fear of what anyone would think, what else could it be?

"I'd think it would be obviouss by now." Jay says lightly, glancing at Lloyd through the corner of his slitted eyes. "I've never been one to take big changess like thiss very well, have I?" He hummed then glanced out at the thick forestry around them.

"It's one thing to temporarily become a sssnake. Permanently is another. I'm afraid my mentality isn't up to ssscratch quite yet. But it'll blow over, like it always doess. I'll calm down and start thinking rationally and get over it. Ssslowly but sssurely." The blue ninja hummed then his casual smile turned into a sharp smirk, immediately putting both Lloyd and Kai on edge. "Or, I'll ssstay like thiss alwayss. Who knowss? Only time will tell." He almost sung, using a short claw to carve a parted yin yang symbol into the wood of the railing, his smile returning.

Neither Kai or Lloyd knew how to address this. It seemed as if they were talking to a completely different person right now. 

"... How do you know that it won't work?" Kai found the voice to ask.

"Questionss are boring but I'll ansswer thiss one." Jay says then looked at his palm. "Call it sssuperstitiouss but I can feel it. Thiss sssubtle change doessn't hurt but it comess with a feeling of certainty. That there'ss no turning back. Only forward, further into the change." He says, turning over his hands.

His eyesight at night wasn't the best, human or serpentine but he knew that in better light, his skin had a barely noticeable change in colour. If he wasn't like this, he would be digging his claws into his skin. While the change didn't hurt, growling scales, especially this slowly wasn't exactly the best feeling. It itched something fierce. Jay smiled to himself. He could easily ignore something like this. Clearly he was superior but alas. He tilted his head to the sky, barely visible through the thick foliage. He didn't like to start trouble. Fighting was too much work.

Lloyd looked to Kai once his tail coiled around his wrist, tugging him gently to the inside. He followed, just as befuddled. Kai grabbed Cole by the hand along they way, ignoring his confused question of 'what's going on' them carried them all down to Wu's room. Wu glanced at them all confused from where he had just finished meditating before the spirit smoke.

"Something's wrong with Jay." Kai immediately blurted out.

"Well, yeah. That's why Nya and Zane-"

"He doesn't mean like that exactly." Lloyd says to clarify, cutting Cole off. "Jay's more than just spacy. Talking with him just now… It was as if we were talking to someone completely different." He whispered, thinking back to the sharp smirk that turned Jay's face something akin to wicked before.

"I don't think he's been possessed. Do you think it could be the venom changing him like this?" Kai asked and Lloyd immediately stiffened.

"T-that can't be, right?" Lloyd whispered, immediately thinking of how the Great Devourer's venom changed his father. "It was a normal serpentine. It can't do something like that… Right?..." He asked, looking to his uncle as the black dragon adorning his neck like a necklace lifted it's head, feeling the tenseness of his body.

It gave a curious yet concerned coo, lifting his upper half so he could nuzzle Lloyd's face.

"No. No matter how ancient the serpentine's remains were, they would not have that effect on a person. No spirit can board the Bounty either, whether it's possessing a person or not." Wu told them, stroking his beard in thought. "Kai, while you were talking with him, did you have any strange physical sensations? Did your scales or hair stand on end?" He asked and Kai blinked at him confused by the question.

"No. Not at all." The half dragon answered, the tip of his tail flicking back and forth with his unease.

"Then the change in him isn't supernatural." Wu says looking up to them. "For now, I recommend keeping a close eye on him. What is happening inside Jay's psyche is a journey only he can endure. And if it comes to it, one only he can fight." He says as he put out his spirit smoke.

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"We're back!" Zane announced after he and Nya climbed up on the deck.

"You two make good time." Cole praised as they rushed by, coming to a stop to Zane's small makeshift lab.

"How is he?" Nya asked as she started in the antivenom.

"A little off from what I've heard from Lloyd and Kai but he doesn't seem any different from the loopy Jay I remember." Cole admits as he watched them work, leaning against the nearest surface.

"Off? How so?" Zane asked curiously. 

"I'm not sure. I wasn't there when Kai and Lloyd were talking. It's best you ask them or talk to Jay to see for yourself." Cole told him and Zane considered.

"Nya, are you fine making the antivenom on your own?" Zane asked him.

"I've done this plenty. Don't worry." She reassured and Zane nodded at her.

"They're in our room since Jay started to feel cold." Cole told Zane before he could ask.

He nodded then took off.

"Wanna talk about it?" Nya asked as she poured some of the venom out into a beaker.

"Am I really that obvious?" Cole winced, rubbing the back of his head.

He sighed. He might as well talk with her. She's the only one who'd understand at this point.

"Not obvious. I just think we're having similar thoughts." Nya shrugged and Cole frowned at her.

Nya too?...

Meanwhile, Zane headed to their room to find Jay fast asleep, wrapped up cozily under Kai's wing. Their beds weren't exactly big so it was a tight fit as he could see.

"Zane. You're back." Lloyd says as he perked up.

"Yes. I've heard that Jay's been acting differently. Do you mind explaining what happened to me?" He asked as he sat next to Lloyd on his bed across from Kai's.

"Yeah. So Kai and I went out to talk to Jay…" Lloyd began to speak, telling the story with Kai pitching in on a few parts.

"I see…" Zane says once they were done, thinking over what could be the source of Jay's abnormal behaviour but there were too many variables. "It's best we do as Sensei says for now. I'll keep an eye on him from here on out." He told them.

"Easier said than done." Kai says dryly, attempting to shift his wing but then Jay clamped down on the second finger of his wing, his small but sharp claws digging into the scale covered skin as he hissed.

Kai winced at the sharp pricks felt from his sensitive wing then relaxed it, Jay following suit and relaxing too, loosening his grip as he fell back into peaceful sleep.

"He's pretty intent on using me as a warmer." Kai found himself chuckling. "Not that I mind. Looks like it's a joint duty." He shrugged and Zane gave a soft huff of amusement.

"To be fair, you've always been a heater before but the wings spread warmth all around. They're pretty cozy." Lloyd shrugged, remembering the times he'd sleep on the ground since his bed was too small to hold his shifted form.

Kai would always curl up around him and cover him with a wing or two, used to sleeping on the ground himself, half because of the same reason. Kai huffed at his reasoning but said nothing, shifting on the tiny bed carefully so his other folded wing could have a little more room.

"It's done." Nya says as she walked in, holding the antivenom she kept in a beaker in hand.

"Time to take your medicine Jay. Up and at 'em." Kai says, nudging the freckled boy and he whined a bit but opened his eyes.

Kai took the chance to pull his wing back as Jay looked around the room. His eyes widened as he spotted the antivenom in Nya's hands and he shot up.

"Gimme!" He yelled, snatching it out of her hand, holding it in his trembling ones as he looked down at it. "I hope thiss workss." Jay says to himself as a sort of prayer then drank it down, scowling at the taste but kept drinking.

"Looks like our Jay's back." Lloyd says quietly next to Zane who nods once in acknowledgement.

Jay pulled the empty beaker away from his mouth, sticking out his split tongue in disgust at the taste.

"Well?" Jay asked, looking himself over a bit to see if anything changed.

Or more precisely, disappeared. He reached up, touching his fangs then looking at his claws before slumping.

"It didn't wo-" Jay swayed then, the world blurring out as he lost his footing.

"Jay!" They all yelled over the shattering noise of the dropped beaker as Nya reached out to catch him.

She slowly lowered him down to the ground, away from the broken glass.

"What's happening?! Is it working?!" Cole asked as he rushed in, gloves still on from where he was putting the leftover venom away.

"No." Zane says from his place checking Jay on the ground where everyone was crouched around him, blocking his view of his friend. "I think we've only sped up the process." He whispered, looking down at Jay's light dark sea green coloured face, his fangs pushing part his lips as his fully lengthed tail lay limp between Nya and Lloyd.

He had two straight, dark blue horns protruding from the top of his head and it appears his entire body was covered in scales. Smooth scales that one had to look closer to see but scales nonetheless. Jay wasn't going to take this well when he wakes up but at the very least, he still kept most of his human features. Zane sighed softly then shifted, picking him up and immediately noticing the hard points along his back he could feel poking against him. He then carried him over to his bed and gently set him down, sliding his long tail with dual spikes down to the very tip in with him.

"... Did take it wrong? I'm sure I didn't but…" Nya whispered and Zane shook his head.

"I highly doubt that was the case. The venom inside Jay was too far gone to be treated and when introduced to the antivenom that still had and needed trace amounts of venom to cure it, it seemed to have manipulated the antivenom into fuel and used it as a means to complete the transformation." Zane theorised then sighed. "This was a side effect I didn't see coming but it was worth the risk even if I had. We had to at least try." Zane says then pulled the sheets up over him.

"Now we know the answers for sure. All that's left for us to do is to adapt." He told them as he turned around.

"... I'll go get the heating blanket." Nya says quietly then headed out.

Kai got up, shifting to normal as he followed after her.

"Right. I guess I should hurry and put the rest of this stuff away and let Sensei Wu know." Cole says quietly, heading out again.

"I'll clean up the glass in the meantime." Zane spoke and Lloyd stood up, looking at where Jay laid passed out.

Lloyd knew that he would freak out and turn into that Jay again. It wasn't that Lloyd didn't like the other side of Jay. It's just that this was so new to him and he gives off such a completely different vibe. It's… Off-putting to say the least. Lloyd headed over to his bed, a small smile tugging at his lips as the small black dragon rubbed his head against him with a quiet purr. He took him from around his neck, allowing him to coil tight around his hand, his claws only slightly pricking into his skin.

They had two mysteries to unfold: the truth about Jay's psyche and the mystery behind this little guy. Tomorrow he'll see if he can talk to the dragon version of his uncle to hear what he had wanted to say about him. He was right about one thing after all. He stroked the top of the dragon's head, between his horns and smiled as he purred.

This dragon did have an air of familiarity around him.

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(Whut???? A post???? :OOO forgive me guys hut posts will be irregular for a bit. Things should go back to normal in like about two weeks when my laptop comes in. I'll make an official post when it does. Anyways for the store, things are really hecking slow so imma make things a little more exciting in a chapter or two. Hehehehe. Lots of stuff to go down UwU.)