#ninjago drabble

[bboisawesome]

Made a little Cole drabble. I was messing with the idea of his possible trauma of being a ghost and a small “came back wrong” idea was in the back of my head. But that isn’t really shown here. Might add onto this later, but for now it’s an incomplete drabble. :3

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Cole was so glad to be human again. When he was a ghost he couldn’t feel. Couldn’t feel the warmth of his loved ones as he held them close, or the cool breeze as he scaled a mountain. He couldn’t feel the pleasant burn in his muscles from a nice workout. He couldn’t enjoy or taste food, smells were dull and bland. All the things that he enjoyed about life were lacking or nonexistent.

He had been losing the joy of being alive. He was losing himself.

Not to mention the fear of fading away, being forgotten, it was all terrible. So Cole was so happy to feel again! So happy he was able to taste and hold and shout out to the world without feeling like he was separated from it.

At least, that’s how it started.

Then he felt it. As he was walking down the hall to his room, he felt the small chills encase his entire body. Every nerve gained that constant cold that he remembered very well from his time as a ghost. He could feel it creeping around his form, bringing with it that unmistakable pull towards a realm that he was not ready to call home.

The Departed Realm still sought to get its grasp on him, reaching out and curling itself around his limbs. Trapping him. Tugging at his soul.

No.

Cole couldn’t breathe. He felt like he was disappearing all over again.

No!

He had escaped, they couldn’t take him now! Not now! The chilling tendrils continued to engulf him, eager to claim his soul once more, killing off all the nerves that allowed him to feel. The world seemed to be slipping away from Cole once again as he was dragged down, dragged away from the realm of the living.

And then it stopped.

The onslaught of cold nothingingness stopped consuming him as he was left gasping for air. Slowly, Cole rose from the ground on shaky limbs, his grip desperately clinging to the wall for some sense of balance. The feeling of drywall digging its way under his nails brought some relief, even if in the back of his mind he knew he was ruining the wall, he didn’t care. It was something he could touch and feel.

He could feel.

He could feel it! He wasn’t disappearing. He wasn’t going to die.

“Cole?” A voice called out to him, cutting through the haze wrapping around his brain, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to answer the call. “Cole, are you okay!?” The voice grew a bit louder in alarm, raising to a high pitched frequency he knew well. The blue ninja's hands gently supported Cole as he helped pull his friend off the ground. A gentle gesture that he could feel the pleasant warmth of.

Warmth.

Cole lunged forward, wrapping Jay into a tight hug, he wanted to feel more warmth. To bury himself in the sensation of touch, he didn’t want to let go, he didn’t want to disappear and never feel this again! “Please, don’t leave. I don’t want to go away, don’t forget me.” Cole’s pleas filled the air, each sentence rambling into the next, so fast and quiet that even Jay had a hard time keeping up with the black ninja's words.

“Cole…Cole buddy, it’s okay. You’re not going anywhere, and I’m not going anywhere, okay? We can stay right here, I promise.” Jay gently wrapped his arms around Cole, letting his hand rub soothing circles along Cole’s back as the other stroked his hair. “We can stay right here until you’re ready to move.” Cole nuzzled further into the embrace, relaxing at the pleasant warmth each touch spread through him. He wanted to latch on forever until this horrible chill was completely erased from his body.

He needed to erase that terrible feeling the cold left all over him.

Jay stayed with his friend until Cole was ready.

[elfboyeros]

A Wife’s Concern

Literally, just a Pixane drabble because why not, I have no idea if anyone will like this but who fucking cares! @zeeboomblebee

“Oh, hell no,” Pixal sighed before yelling, “Zane Julien get back here!”

“Yes, sweets,” Zane remarked, smiling, turning away from the front gate.

“You are not leaving,” she exclaimed walking towards.

Zane chuckled, assuming she’s joking, “excuse me, I’m sorry, love, but I have to go.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no,” he laughed, in a slightly nervous tone.

“You have injured more and more recently,” Pixal explained, poking at his chest, “and I am getting tired of having to repairing you! I may be your attentive wife,” that made him made him smile more, “but I’m getting sick of your shit, and I am not only sick of your shit, but I am also continuing to grow concerned! So, I am making the executive decision and making you stay here… for at least a short time!”

“I understand your concern, but how do you except me to get out of my mission,” Zane mentioned, “the others will be more upset that you are to find out that I am staying home.”

“I have taken care of that!”

“Oh, you have?”

“I have!”

Zane chuckled once more, “So, I can’t get out of this can I?!”

“No,” she stated sterned voiced, pointing her finger at him, “you are staying in this monastery, until I think you will not come back with body parts in hand! Do you understand me?!”

Zane smirked, “that was hot.”

Pixal clenched her fist at her sides, before unclenching them and exhaling a long sigh, “you are lucky you’re as handsome as you are,” she retorted, heading inside.

 “Just remember you have to live with me here, until you say I’m fit enough to go out,” he remarked following her, “You did this to yourself.”

She said nothing her face showcasing annoyance as Zane followed her to the elevator to the hanger bay, Zane bends himself, so his chin meets her shoulder, “Regretting your choices yet, love?”

“Give off me.”

“Come on, sweets it’s a yes or no question.”

“No, I am not regretting my choices!”

He was allowed to leave the monastery and go on his missions two days later… Pixal had regretted her decision!

[lloydenthusiast]

new fran fic!

hello

here is my new ninjago fic :D

GO READ MY BABY !!!!!! <33333

[ninjas-and-coffee]

Mixing together a roleswap/rejected prophecy au into one

[luvlloyd]

🌿 | 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔: drabbles

╰┈➤ how would the ninjas react to you telling them that you love them for the first time?

🍃 WARNINGS: fluff, sarcasm, minor wound (Jay), mentions of cursing and self doubt (Kai), nightmares (Lloyd)

🌳 CHARACTERS INCLUDED: Cole, Jay, Kai, Lloyd, Nya, Zane (separately), x (gender neutral) reader

🌴 AUTHORS NOTE: tehe first writing post, hi buddies!! :) A bit of OOC Nya but I still think what I wrote for her was too cute to change <3

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓒𝐎𝐋𝐄 〙ˎˊ˗

"Cole… That’s too much sugar-" You interjected, grasping your boyfriend’s arm before he could empty the sugar into the mixing bowl.

“Oh.. my bad, (Name)." Cole chuckled sheepishly, his smile betraying his embarrassment as he glanced at you, “Sorry,” He added.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you aided him in adjusting the sugar amount, "No wonder you’re a sucky chef, Cole," you teased, prompting a scoff from him.

“Me? A sucky chef, please!" He exaggerated the ‘please,’ earning a knowing look from you.

“What? Did you know I’m secretly Gordon Ramsey’s love child?" He grinned.

“In your dreams you probably are," you laughed, causing his face to drop in mock disbelief.

“How dare you? Take this." Cole took the flour that was laying on the counter, grabbed some from the packet and tossed it into your face.

“Cole..! Stop!" You squealed, shielding your face with your arms.

“Nuh uh, you are going to face my flour wrath, (Name)!" He persisted, continuing to shower you with flour until you managed to wrestle the packet from him. Soon, both of you were engaged in a flour war, filling the kitchen with laughter.

Eventually, his arms found their way around your hips, pulling you close as you leaned against his chest, both of you still giggling,

"Cole, I love you so much," you said playfully, feeling him freeze at your words. His pause prompted you to furrow your eyebrows and stare up at him. Cole gazed at you with eyes filled with passion and adoration before he leaned in to peck your lips,

“I love you too, (Name)."

He kissed you again, and again and again. Until you both were just contently sitting in each other’s arms, embraced within the euphoria.

Unfortunately for the two of you, the euphoria was to be put on hold—You both had a bit of some cleaning up to do…

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓙𝐀𝐘 〙ˎˊ˗

The brown haired boy seemed to be bubbling with anxiety, fidgeting with his fingers as he kicked his feet against the medical bed. You grabbed the first aid kit, placing it beside him with a huff, meeting Jay's eyes.

“Do we really have to do this?" he whined, but you reassured him with a smile.

“Of course, dear. We don't want your boo-boo to worsen, do we?" His ears turned pink at your pet name as you dabbed antiseptic on a cloth.

“It's just a cut, (Name)! I don't want to go through all this," Jay pleaded as you brought the cloth closer to him. You looked at him sympathetically,

“Exactly, it's just a cut, so why are you so scared?" You paused, a playful glint in your eye, "Aren't you supposed to be my brave boyfriend?" Jay's expression softened, a grin spreading across his face,

“You're right! I am your brave boyfriend!" he proclaimed proudly. You grinned as you brought the cloth to his cheek.

He winced softly at the burning sensation before the feeling got replaced with your delicate fingers. You applied a Thomas the Train band-aid to his cut and swiftly placed a small kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, “There you go, your boo-boo is all better now,”

“Thanks doc,” Jay said, his smile cheesy and so incredibly contagious that it brought a smile to your own lips. His bright brown eyes staring into yours as though you were a delicately painted painting, simply a work of art for him to stare at. You cusp his cheek as you both continue staring at each other, you caressed his soft yet warm skin under your fingertips,

“I love you, Jay," you spoke softly. He grinned cheekily, his cheeks lightly dusted pink at your words.

"Well, I love you more!" he retorted playfully.

“No, I love you more," you countered.

“Nope! I love you the most mostful and mostest!" he declared, pulling you into a tight hug and nuzzling his head into your neck. As you let out a small giggle he whispered into your ear,

“I love you, (Name), forever."

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓚𝐀𝐈 〙ˎˊ˗

After enduring the agonizing training, you found yourself sprawled on the floor, Kai, your boyfriend of two months, grinning down at you, his weapon by his side.

His sweat-dampened hairs framed his face as he leaned closer to tease you, but suddenly, his playful smirk fell. He tumbled forward, landing directly on top of you. He muttered a curse as his eyes locked with yours, and your breath hitched. You both were merely centimeters between each other and in that moment, you swore the world seemed to stand still.

"Hey, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle, “Seems like I fell for you,”

"Hi Kai," you snickered, finding his attempt at being flirty endearing. "Seems like I caught you."

"Sorry about that," Kai chuckled, rolling off to lie beside you on the dojo floor. Together, you gazed up at the ceiling, embracing the silence in the room, until you couldn't resist stealing a glance at his side profile. Holding back the urge to caress his face, you traced the features with your eyes. You met his gaze as his smirked, his eyes staring into yours knowingly.

He wiggled his eyebrows playfully as he teased you, "Like what you see, sweetheart?"

"I love it," you whispered sweetly, brushing a strand of his hair before meeting his eyes again. "I love all of you."

Kai froze, his confident demeanor crumbling as a blush painted his cheeks. His face turning as bright as his gi. His face faltering into a slight frown.

“You don't mean that," his voice dropped low into a whisper, insecurity lacing his words. You could tell he was feeling incredibly vulnerable.

"Of course I do," you promised him, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you stare into his crestfallen eyes, “I love you Kai.”

He stared into your face, trying to decipher if you were truly being genuine with him. His face brightened up as he realized you were. A sly grin returned to Kai's face, but his eyes held a warmth that made your body melt. He grabbed your hand from your side and put it up to his lips,

“I love you too, sweetheart."

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓛𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 〙ˎˊ˗

Lloyd woke abruptly, his body drenched in sweat, heart pounding against his chest as his nightmare caught up to him. They’ve begun appearing more frequently the last couple of years… His eyes darted anxiously around the room, paranoia lingering in his gaze.

“Lloyd?” You whispered, concern lacing your voice, you could barely see him though the darkness.

"Sorry for waking you, darling," he murmured back, his voice quivering. Sitting up, you touch his trembling arm softly,

“Another bad dream?” you asked. The boy didn’t vocalize his thoughts but instead turned to you to nod his head at you like a sad puppy.

"You're okay, Lloyd," you reassured him soothingly, you brushed a strand of his sweat drenched hair away from his troubled face.

“You’re okay,” you repeated, wrapping your arms around him. You felt him crumble beneath your touch, he sunk into your chest as he stared into your eyes. Searching them for reassurance. You begun playing with his blonde locks, a soft hum escaping your lips. You stole a glance at him. The moonlight cast a gentle glow upon his face, revealing the subtle contours of his gentle features. His eyes closed, his breath steadying into a rhythmic pattern,

"Lloyd?" you whispered, uncertainty lacing your voice. There was no response, only the soft sound of his breathing filling the room. Did he already fall back to sleep? You paused, carefully staring down at his face,

“Well, good night Lloyd... I love you," you murmured softly, turning your gaze towards the window.

Unseen by you, a small smile graced his lips, a ghost of a whisper that you unfortunately didn’t pick up,

“I love you too,”

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓝𝐘𝐀 〙ˎˊ˗

You sighed softly as you slipped into your gi, the weight of your mission pressing against your shoulders even before the sun had fully risen. With your weapon at your side, you gazed out at the horizon, thinking about the mission you had to do. It was a task that demanded your immediate attention, one that couldn't wait for the rest of the ninja to stir from their slumber.

As you prepared to summon your elemental dragon, a familiar voice yelled out to you,

"(Name)! Wait!" Your girlfriend, Nya, still in her Spiderman pajamas, dashed towards you with urgency in her step,

“Nya? What’s wrong?" you asked, concern knitting your brow.

"Nothing! I just wanted to say goodbye to you before you left," she replied, quickly kissing you on the cheek. A warmth spread through you at her touch, a feeling of comfort and belonging that only she could ignite.

"Bye (Name)," she said, her smile gentle, but then she hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features.

“What’s up?” you prompted, curious about the sudden change in her facial expression.

With a sheepish grin, Nya shook her head and presented you with a basket of food. "I um... I also wanted to give you this basket of food. I didn’t want you to be hungry while on your mission, so take it as your breakfast... I mean it’s obviously not going to be as great as Zane’s cooking, I’m sure—"

You interrupted her rambling by accepting the basket with gratitude, your heart swelling with affection for her thoughtful gesture,

“Thank you, Nya,” You stared into her eyes in adoration. Sincerity seeping through your words.

"Of course! Stay safe, (Name)!" Nya beamed, her happiness contagious as she pulled you into a quick one-armed hug.

"Bye Nya, love you," you said absentmindedly, your focus already shifting towards the task at hand as you climbed onto your dragon's back. You weren’t paying attention to her flustered behavior.

You soared into the sky, leaving Nya behind on the ground. Little did you know, as you flew off into the distance, Nya was left beaming with joy, her heart bursting with the simple yet profound words you had spoken.

"I love you too, (Name)!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with happiness as she watched you disappear into the horizon.

With a gleeful bounce, she couldn't contain her excitement any longer. "THEY SAID THEY LOVE ME—“ She quickly scowled to herself,

“Control yourself, Nya, but still!! They said they loved me!!" she squealed, her laughter echoing in the quiet morning air. Most likely awaking most of the Monastery.

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓩𝐀𝐍𝐄 〙ˎˊ˗

You sighed in frustration, your forehead meeting the cool surface of your desk with a dull thud. The blinking cursor on your computer screen taunted you as you tried to summon the words for your research paper. Procrastination had led you to this point, with the deadline looming close.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely registered the muffled noise at your door until it creaked open, revealing the analytical gaze of the ice ninja, Zane,

"Forgive me for interrupting, but I heard sounds of frustration and thought I would offer my assistance," he said, his voice calm and measured.

You managed a weak smile at his considerate gesture. "It's not a problem, I've just hit a roadblock," you admitted, gesturing helplessly towards the computer screen.

"I see no genuine roadblock, do you perhaps mean that figuratively?" Zane inquired, his literal interpretation of your words drawing a chuckle from you. As he approached your desk and effortlessly began typing away at the keyboard, you watched in awe as he swiftly completed the research paper that had been taunting you for hours,

"I believe this should suffice in terms of information. All that's left is to write your conclusion," he remarked, turning towards you with a straightforward expression.

You were dumbfounded by his efficiency, unable to believe he had solved your problem in mere minutes,

“You didn't have to do that!" you exclaimed, your gratitude tinged with surprise.

"I was simply assisting you," Zane replied, his tone neutral, mistaking your reaction for displeasure. You rose from your seat suddenly and enveloped him in a grateful hug,

"Thank you, Zane. I love you," you murmured against his shoulder.

For a moment, there was silence as Zane processed your words, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he brought his arms back up to exchange the hug,

"(Name), you are the optimal configuration for my circuits, the irreplaceable code for my function. To put it in simpler terms, I love you too," he finally responded, his words tinged with a hint of warmth that belied his nindroid nature.

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[geoxstxrs]

The gays are getting married todayy

lavashipping my beloved

[crackedpumpkin]

hey so uh heres a little drabble i wrote for cole who for some totally unkmown reason i have been missing very much

"You're joking."

"I wish I was," Cole sighs wistfully, running an affectionate hand through your hair. He pulls away momentarily when you glare at him, flinching when you whip your head back around to face the front.

Your lips are pursed into an angry pout, brows furrowing as anger builds up inside of you. "When were you going to tell me?"

"I didn't want to say anything if it wasn't confirmed." He tries to pull you back into his embrace on the couch, wincing when you stubbornly refuse.

He's messed up;He can tell.

He already misses the warmth on his chest, a weight that allowed his mind and body to relax in your presence. He sits back up, not knowing how to make things right.

You on the other hand, are absolutely furious. "So you being away from Ninjago for at least six months isn't something you thought to address? It didn't occur to you even once?"

Cole reaches his hands out, closing around yours with a desperate look in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... It's just that, well... Everyone was busy with their own things, and I was busy falling in love with you."

Stiffened shoulders and yet another glare is all it takes for him to realise that he's somehow messed up again. But how? All he said was the truth.

"So you're saying that I was distracting you from your heroic duties?" Coldness fills your empty words, your face devoid of all emotion except anger.

He slides a hand down his face, pinching the skin between his brows as he takes a deep breath. "That's not what I'm trying to say-"

"Fine. Go then. Go and have fun with everyone on board the Bounty. Go bake your cakes, save the day and whatnot." You stand up, unable to be around him any longer. Another second and you'd be sobbing at his feet.

You'd rather die than let that happen.

You throw a sarcastic smile his way to hide the hurt that scratches the back of your throat, a swollen lump that renders you unable to speak any further without starting to break your composure.

And so, you leave him on the couch, heading back home.

This time, you're alone.

[parachutingkitten]

Writing prompt- Arin and Zane bake pies together and bond over embarrassing things they did when they were younger (Like Arin getting the Zane hair cut)

I present to you, Arin and Zane bonding over baking pies.

“Are you making pie crusts?” Arin asked. He had been lingering in the doorway to the kitchen for a moment now, the large floured counters having caught his eye. 

Zane turned around, looking at his pupil. “Well, I wasn’t about to use store bought,” he smiled.

Arin gladly sauntered in, joining Zane as he continued rolling out his current ball of dough. 

“You do know pies are kinda my thing around here, right?” Arin teased him. 

“I know, but we have a bunch of fresh plums I don’t want to go to waste, and I didn’t want to mandate that you make us a bunch of pies.” 

Arin looked over the counter, grabbing onto the edge of the large bowl at the center, inside of which was a large pile of plums.

“Besides, before they were your thing, they were kind of my thing.” Zane added.

“You’re right, this is a lot,” Arin commented, letting go of the bowl. “You know, I could help you can them!”

“You can your own fruit?” Zane asked. 

“Well yeah, I make pies, of course I can fruit.” Arin shrugged. 

“You’re right, that was a foolish question,” Zane set down his rolling pin, turning to face the young baker. “Do you hot pack them?”

“No duh.” Arin playfully rolled his eyes.

Zane looked back at his companion with a sudden sense of pride. “How did you get into baking, anyway?”

Arin leaned over the counter, still observing the set up before him. “My mom taught me, and I’ve always liked it. Food is one of those things that brings people together, you know? I always liked being able to do that. I mean, you show up with a plate of cookies or brownies, and no one’s gonna turn you away, you know?”

Zane nodded, picking up the rolling pin again. “I have indeed found that a well cooked meal can be a quick way to befriend someone.”

“What about you?” Arin asked, looking up at his mentor. “How did you get into baking?”

Zane thought for a moment. “I suppose it’s the first thing I was ever really good at.” He continued slowly applying pressure to his current piece of pastry. “I always had a difficult time fitting in, doing things the way people… expected of me. Cooking is the first thing I could do and not feel like I was somehow doing it wrong.”

Arin grabbed one of the plums from the bowl, fiddling with it in his hands. “Well, for the record, I like the way you do things. Screw the people who tell you you’re doing it wrong.”

Zane glanced back at Arin with a grin. “Thanks.”

“Unless, of course, you have a different way of preping your fruits than I do, because I have the perfect method!”

[mx-julien]

t4t ace couple jaya; in their first post-transition-only communities. Nya's finally grown her hair out to her shoulders, Jay's been on T for a year

neither of them realizing they're in love because they're not interested in having sex with each other (or anyone, really). cue Rebooted and during an awkward, exhausted Jay conversation with Pixal, they get schooled on the difference between sexual and romantic attraction ("but you.. you don't have the... they can't design your body for- consciousness aside, how can you-" "my ability to have sexual relations doesn't impact my ability to fall in love")

jaya, upon realizing that Pixal's description of romance and love near perfectly fit where they want their relationship to go: haha cool okay what the shit do we do now

[onsideramen]

One Step Away.

DRAGONS RISING SEASON 2 PART 1 SPOILERS AHEAD.

Also, quick TW: Choking, Death.

This is a little silly fic that I'll be posting to AO3 later probably ;3

(KAIS FEAR SCENE IN THE CAVE REAL OMG???!?!?!?!?!? Character study :3)

Kai stared ahead, determined to reach the end of the cave- he needed to, after all. The flame in his hand flickered, faltering before extinguishing itself into small puffs of ash.

The Fire Master turned his attention to his hand, snapping it a few times in a fruitless attempt to get the flame back. He groaned when it didn't work, turning around to the others and-

...Where were they?

Kai squinted, seeing nothing but a cloud of darkness. He took a step forward, worry squeezing his heart tightly. He didn't need to worry, not yet- but how could he not? A few months would never be enough to meld that torn piece of him back together, that piece of him that wondered if he'd simply finally given to insanity, seeing nothing but hallucinations.

He shook his head quickly, not letting his thoughts drag him under. This moment was real, he was certain- and he was certain his family was not within his sight.

"Lloyd?" Kai called into the darkness, voice steady despite the worry dripping from him in borderline solar flares. He frowned at the lack of response, moving his flameless hands to cup his mouth. "Nya! Lloyd!"

Again, no response.

The worry was practically tearing him apart inside out now- something he would likely never admit. Kai walked further back into the cave, attempting to locate the others. If he was mildly frantic about it, no he wasn't.

Kai came to a halt at the sound of what could almost be called a scream.

One that he was far too familiar with.

Kai whipped around, already falling into a defensive stance as he watched Lloyd run to him, tears streaming down his face. The Fire Master didn't comprehend how young he looked in that moment, as if he were a confused and scared 11-year-old again.

It didn't matter how he looked, not at all- and it never would. It was Lloyd. His brother. Someone he swore he would always protect. Pulling Lloyd closer to him before adjusting his stance to be semi-in front of the younger came almost as second nature.

Kai watched closely as something slunk out of the darkness, towering over him. The thing smirked, a hand coming out from behind it.

The thing held Nya by the neck, she flailed around for a moment, trying to pry the thing away from her neck so she could, most likely, breathe.

The Fire Masters eyes widened, stance faltering for just a moment before his expression hardened. Sparks filtered from his fists.

"Let her go."

The thing sneered at Kai, its devoid face crinkling into something akin to disgust before tightening its grip. Nya squirmed for a moment before beginning to wheeze, her attempts to pry the things hand from her neck growing weaker and weaker.

Kai stared, pulse buzzing violently under his skin.

His blocked flames bristled, a blazing inferno deep in his core.

And he lunged.

He lunged for the thing, anger in every grab and tear at the monster.

Rip.

Tear.

Rip.

Tear.

"LET HER GO!" He screamed, eyes burning as his attacks grew more and more helpless.

The thing snickered despite its current state, amusement in its unforgiving eyes.

Kais' anger only grew, the inferno raging until it obscured any rational thought he could've had. Unshed tears clogged his eyes, limbs trembling as he tried to withhold himself from killing the thing. A mercy it didn't deserve.

And then he was on the other end of the cave, gasping in gulps of air, dizzy, with an unbreathing sister beside him. His inferno sizzled out, water dimming it to a few half-hearted sparks. The shaking of his limbs increased tenfold, his tears finally boiling over and burning his cheeks.

"KAI!" Lloyd- oh, oh FSM wasn't he protecting him-

Kai threw himself onto his feet, looking a complete mess as he watched in what felt almost like slow motion as The Thing dragged his younger brother further into the darkness, a snicker echoing the cave before something zapped him.

Kais' mind had to do a double take on that last thing, actually. He was staring at the stone floor of the cave, shaking mildly- but there were no tears in his eyes, as if they'd been boiled away.

He was zapped.

Zapped?

Was Jay nearby? Oh, FSM. How would he ever explain all this- he couldn't handle The Lightning Ninja right now-

No, no. It would be a good thing if he was there now, wouldn't it?

Kai was pulled to his senses by the sound of the others talking. The others. Lloyd and Nya. His family. His siblings.

He inhaled shakily, trying to wipe what must have been a horrified expression off of his face, then stood up.

They were alive.

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

The first days (part 1)

After the portal closed, they walked. They didn't really know where, it's not like either Kai or Bonzle had a map for this dimension, but they kept walking. Kai just hoped they wouldn't randomly meet with on of the forbidden five, or four, since one of them swapped places with Kai after all. He didn't like to admit his own weakness, but if the storys about them were true, then there was no way for Kai to beat the four or even just one of them on his own. Especially when he would probably need to protect Bonzle in a fight as well.

"Do you have a plan?", Bonzle asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Find a portal somehow, I guess. Or create a new one. Either way, we should check out how this place works. Aside from the random gravity rules."

Though, to call that a plan was probably to much. More like a general idea to get back to if the chance for it ever comes. Lloyd and the others would be able to deal with the one of the five that escaped, right? So they would be fine eventually, it was all that mattered.

But he wouldn't tell Bonzle that he basically gave up hope to get out of this place. Not after he just told her that 'Ninja never quit' and everything. Just like he never told Nya when they didn't have enough food for the two fo them, or couldn't afford her school materials, after telling her that he earned good money that month.

Lying wasn't very hard for Kai if it meant not making others worry. The situation may be vastly different, but he would adapt. Eventually.

A little voice in his head, honestly sounding a lot like his sister, tried screaming at him how this was one of his many bad habits he should get rid off. But ignoring that voice was another thing he just learned over the years.

He would just have to deal with this situation live gave him. He always did. One way or the other.

[greenninjaren]

Sweet Burnout (Garmasako Drabble)

Garmadon never thought he’d be in a situation like this; holding the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his arms. He had always felt he was destined for a life of solitude and misery, especially since his father liked to remind him that no one would love him with his… condition. 

Regardless of his past, here he was.

Misako lay sleeping in his embrace. He had finally convinced her to rest after she nearly collapsed from exhaustion. University was kicking her ass, Garmadon was sure she would’ve died if he wasn’t here to remind her that her health mattered more than her grades. He stroked her messy, unbraided hair with a smile. Misako was a stubborn woman, almost as much as he was. Although it was an admirable trait to be stubborn and stand your ground Garmadon felt like it was possibly getting out of hand. He noted the dark circles under her eyes, her chapped lips and messy hair. Finals were approaching; Misako spent sun-up and sun-down studying at her desk, working on her thesis. He couldn’t help but miss the Misako he had grown accustomed to. 

The fun-loving Misako who wouldn’t hesitate to throw her books down to go on all kinds of crazy adventures with him. The romantic Misako who always wanted to go on dates with him, or stay in bed with him all day. Garmadon knew he was being a bit selfish in his thinking, but it didn’t change how he felt. With a sigh, he pulled her sleeping body closer to his chest and closed his eyes. The semester would be over for her soon, he just had to make it through the next two weeks. He felt proud of her, kissing the top of her head and letting himself doze off into sleep.

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Authors' note: Hey, thanks for reading! I'm dipping my toes into fanfic writing after years of writers block haha. More to come in the future.

[zuzufromtheafterlife]

Now Hold On A Minute

As Cole and Jay walked down the street they kept their eyes peeled for any Serpentine that were trying to get around under their noses. The team had been split up and luckily--or unluckily depending on how you looked at it--Cole and Jay were paired together.

Being on the lookout, the two of them stayed awfully close, not wanting anything to happen while they surveyed the area. That unfortunately led to some misconceptions.

"Awww, I didn't know ninjas were allowed to date," An elderly woman cooed as she saw them walk past. Jay's head instantly snapped towards her, the hiss of a refusal on his tongue. 

"Leave them alone grandma, they're probably doing top-secret ninja business," A young boy who was clearly related to the older woman said, linking his arm in hers as he got ready to tug her off. "Just because you see some people who are dating it doesn't mean you have to say anything."

"We're not dating," Jay screeched after the retreating pair but it seemed his words were swallowed by the crowd as they didn't look back, not caring for his correction. Cole didn't seem to mind though, a laugh racking his body.

Read here on ao3 @eclipsingbingo

[lloydenthusiast]

fuzzybrain

a (n angsty) lloyd drabble

tws: concussion, vomiting, dissociation/derealization (more the former but tagging to be safe)

tags: hurt/no comfort, angst

length: 446 words

might make a part 2 if people want me to :P but for now! drabble under the cut:

Lloyd’s head feels as though it’s stuffed with cotton. As though there’s a wet cloth draped over his head and his eyes, weighted heavy and sticking to his skin. Fuzzy. It’s all fuzzy. 

Fuzzybrain. 

Lloyd’s confused. He tries to shake it off, tries to shake his head, but he can’t seem to see through the fog. He can’t seem to shake it, shake any of it. Where is he? Who is he? 

A distant call of a name has him shaking his head again, trying to see his surroundings. Where is he? 

Someone calls the name again. His name, he realizes. They’re calling his name. He opens his mouth to reply but finds his tongue thick and heavy in his mouth. He can’t reply. He can’t say a word. 

He looks around. His limbs are heavy to his side, and he can’t move at all. He stares at his legs, marveling. They aren’t really his, are they? They don’t feel like his. None of it feels like his. These arms. These legs. These feet and these hands. They can’t possibly be his, can they? 

Fuzzybrain. 

He manages to decipher where he is. It’s dark, very dark, but the street lamps outside the alley illuminate enough for him to see that he’s lying on the ground, propped up against a building’s brick wall. His head is heavy, his limbs heavier. Where is he? 

“Lloyd!” someone shouts his name again. He can’t tell who. He can’t tell anything. He looks up at the sky, trying to figure out what time it is, but he can’t seem to find the moon. 

“Lloyd!” the voices grow louder, more desperate. “Lloyd! Say something!” 

Lloyd blinks. Once. Twice. A third time. His body moves without his permission, turning his head to the side and retching onto the pavement, throwing up for a solid minute or something. Lloyd doesn’t know how long, but it feels like years. 

Does he have a concussion? He stares at the puddle. How gross. It stinks, too. He wrinkles his nose as his stomach lurches, trying not to throw up again. 

“Lloyd!” A figure comes running down the alley. “Lloyd, oh my FSM.” 

Lloyd blinks, trying to make out the fuzzy face in front of him. He can’t. 

Fuzzybrain. 

“Lloyd, say something,” they say. “Can you see me at all? Can you understand me?” 

Their words sound like gibberish. Lloyd can make out what they’re saying, but he doesn’t know what any of it means. So he blinks again, his eyelids slowly growing heavier and heavier. 

Where is he? 

Slowly, he’s hoisted off of the ground and into someone’s arms. Finally, Lloyd lets his eyes fall shut. 

Fuzzybrain. 

[ninjas-and-coffee]

Just thinking about Lloyd as the Quiet One

He was tossed aside and forgotten about so long ago he doesn't recall a time anyone ever thought of him. This boy needed love or at the very least attention, his father was evil surely there was something he could do to stand out. Something this lost child could do earn his fathers love.

He raised an army that tossed him aside. He fought the chosen ninja and that should have been his moment in the history books. It was never meant to be, he thinks. Watching from the shadows as a girl his age just as sad and broken as he, was brought into his uncle's home and given the keys to destiny itself. This girl fought his father and broke Garmadon free from the dark whisper on the blackest night, better known as The Overlord. She even cured him, though not completely. Garmadon's memories under the venom's influence flash in his mind like a dream. He remembers a woman, a father, a child, and a fight that sent him to another world but nothing is clear. And he can't remember their names. Surely if he can't recall the names of people he vaguely dreamed of loving, they must not have been important.

It must have been a dream.

The forgotten son gives himself a new name. The Quiet One, you don't see him until it's over. His hands leaves their mark on his victims and his enemies that don't know they are enemies. Yet no one has seen his face. His influence in the world is gentle nudge, things just just needed something small and forgettable to add to the pot and cause it to boil over. The Quiet One made a list of all the people who wronged him. All the people who had forgotten him.

At this point, it shouldn't have surprised him when no one recognized him. When he screamed into the void "Look at me!" and no one answered. When his father died, and his mother after having disappeared all those years came to the funeral, no one bothered to call him. His own mother passed this forgotten child waiting by the statues in the Corridor of Elders, for just a moment to look into her eyes. But she didn't see him, a polite nod acknowledging the presence of this stranger and proving he wasn't a ghost. His dreams of reunification were crushed to dust as he was overlooked by the one person in the world who was meant to love him.

It didn't surprise him when no one in their wildest imaginations or forgotten dreams guessed that it was him. The welp from the serpentine attacks could never have grown to be so dangerous. Surely if he were evil the ninja, his mother, or anyone would have noticed. In the depths of the faintest recollections this child was harmless so why worry.

Years later, a leather and blood bound faction that call themselves the Sons of Garmadon terrorize Ninjago City. They disgraced his memory with a dark promise to disturb the eternal peace of the beloved Sensei Garmadon as an evil husk to destroy Ninjago. And not a soul, not a one could understand why.

With the rattle of heavy chains, a red lollipop, and an evil laugh they've long forgotten about, they suddenly remember.

A boy with no home, no family, and no love left in his heart. A boy who's goal is to punish everyone for daring to forget his name

The Son of Garmadon.

[geoxstxrs]

Yknow what makes me soo madddddd. I was on tiktok and someone was rating ninjago ships. I was curious so i was watching and they got to Cole x Geo…. They said 6.5/10 and that’s valid everyone has their opinions. BUT THE REASONING BLOWSSS MEEEE😭😭 They said “I’m sorry but Geo is just so ugly. It’s giving the bride and the ugly ass groom.” WHATTTT LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCKKKK!!! NO GEO HATE! IF YOU HATE ON MY GEO I WILL KILL YOU!! 👿👿👿👿