#Sensei Yangs Temple

[iliveilove]

Why did the Ninja stop using Sensei Yang's Temple as base for them?? I thought it was great but after Hands of Time it was like literally never shown again.

#Sensei Yang #Sensei Yangs Temple #it was never shown again #Ninjago

[k-star-holic]

Yang Ik-Joon Director, Gaslighting Damage Confessions ⁇ The Black 2 Soul Destructors

#The Black 2 Soul Destructors #Sensei #Ship-owner #Gaslighting #Buddhist temple #Victims #Savages #Yang Ik-Joon #Confessions #Friend #Sindo #Jasin

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TO BE PRESENT✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, angst. hurt and comfort. WORD COUNT: 4.6k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc. boyfriend!gojo. stsg break up.

SYNOPSIS: suguru geto is sentenced to death by the jujutsu society, and oc gojo girlfriend is left to pick up the broken pieces of satoru gojo's heart, but will she be enough? AUTHOR'S NOTE: lots of dialogue from the actual anime/manga. i tried to shorten the dialogue and add lots of emotion and descriptions. in the manga, gojo actually finds megumi and tsumiki after suguru leaves, but in this au, we found the kids first. the vibe is the song ‘no good’ by dvsn. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

suguru geto was the balance to satoru gojo. the yin to his yang. they were vital to each other, mutually complementing each other, needing each other to coexist. there was the calm and rational suguru, and there was the bold and rash satoru. their bond so strong that together, they were known as the strongest.

when you joined the school less than a year ago, it was always 'sashisu'. satoru gojo, shoko ieri, and suguru geto were the three musketeers. they were inseparable. they welcomed you into their little trio with loving arms (it took awhile for satoru, but we're here now).

when you first met suguru, you thought he was the nicest human being you had ever met. you questioned how such a gentle and caring man could be bestfriends with someone like the insolent satoru gojo.

suguru had been acting strange a couple weeks after the incident with toji fushiguro. he looked tired, worn out. almost dissatisfied with how things were going. he questioned himself as if he was going to be left behind in terms of strength and growth as a sorcerer. satoru’s powers were increasing by the day, and if satoru was getting stronger, so were the curses that they had to exorcise. this was draining for suguru, absorbing curses wasn't the most appetizing thing, and it was tiresome to him.

the day that yaga-sensei had brought satoru into his office for a chat was the day you and shoko eavesdropped from outside his office to find out more information about your absent friend. suguru geto had gone missing after his mission in a small village outside of tokyo. the jujutsu society had sent their team to investigate.

“what?” satoru gasped. he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“don’t make me repeat myself, satoru… suguru fled after killing everyone in the village.” yaga-sensei buried his face in his hands. he started to massage his temple.

“i heard you, sensei.” satoru sighed in disbelief. there was no way suguru would do that, he knew his bestfriend. at least, he thought he did.

“his parents’ home is vacant as well. however, from the blood stains and residuals… it seems like he might have killed his family.”

yaga-sensei and satoru had no idea what to think. they were also at a loss for words.

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suguru’s vile act alone would deem him as a curse user and a death sentence was the punishment from the jujutsu society. he was now the enemy. satoru couldn’t believe it, he didn't want to. he slammed his dorm room door shut after he heard the news, leaving you and shoko alone to deal with the aftermath. you had never seen satoru like this since you joined jujutsu high. (a/n: it’s actually a death sentence that’s the punishment, oops!)

“shoko, i—” you were going to start word vomiting out of nervousness.

“(y/n), it’s okay. you don’t have to say anything.” the medical student put her hand on your shoulder. you pulled her in for a hug. you could hear her sigh. she was the bridge between satoru and suguru.

throughout the years of being their friend, shoko ieri was the middle ground, the center, the happy medium. whenever satoru and suguru fought, she was the mediator. whenever they experienced the best of times together, she got to bare witness and experience it with them too. you could say that shoko ieri was the glue to satoru gojo and suguru geto.

“i know where to find suguru. let’s go meet him.” shoko motioned quietly to you.

“should we let satoru know?” you questioned her. you worried about your boyfriend, would he be okay being left alone? should you go to his side to comfort him instead?

“no, let him brood for a bit. he might bite you if you try to open his door.” she teased.

shinjuku, japan

“how did you know he would be here in shinjuku?” you asked shoko, you both watched as suguru walked towards you both. she just smiled before calling out to him.

“need a light?” she asked the banished sorcerer, holding up her lighter.

“hey you two,” he greeted the both of you as if he didn’t commit mass murder two days ago.

“well, well, well, if it isn’t the culprit himself. are all the accusations about you true?” she interrogated him nonchalantly while lighting a cigarette for him.

“i’m afraid they are. shoko, (y/n), i'm going to create a world of only jujutsu sorcerers. and i don’t need everyone to understand that.”

“sulking because no one understands you… sounds childish if you ask me.” shoko took out her phone and dialed a number, “hey, gojo? geto’s here. yeah, me and (y/n) are in shinjuku.” she hung up the phone and turned to you.

“come on, (y/n), we don’t want to get caught in this crossfire.” she took your hand and started to lead you away from suguru.

“hold on,” you let go of her hand and turned to walk back to suguru.

his face full of surprise, “(y/n), what’s on your mind? i’m surprised you’re not with satoru right now.”

he scratched the back of his head with a smile. he knew that satoru relied on you for comfort and solace. you and satoru we’re always with each other. if satoru wasn’t with suguru, he was most likely with you.

“uhm, i—” you stumbled over your words, “i wanted to thank you, uh, for being so nice to me when i joined jujutsu high. you always had my back during our missions together, and you made sure i was okay... you even defended me when satoru was being a jerk to me when i first started at the school. thank you for being his bestfriend. i’m sorry things turned out this way, suguru.” you reached towards him to hug him. this would most likely be the last time you would see him.

suguru hugged you back. you two were still friends after all. you felt a strong, but familiar cursed energy, it gave you the chills. you let go of suguru and patted his chest, giving him a soft smile. you turned to walk away as you saw the face of your distraught boyfriend looking at you.

you looked into his eyes, he wasn’t wearing his typical circular black sunglasses. his eyes were solemn and dull, the opposite from his standard blazing bright blue. his white hair wisped just below his lashes. he didn’t say a word to you, even though you could feel his all emotions wanting to explode from him. you reached for satoru’s hand and gave him a soft, encouraging squeeze. he swallowed as you patted his shoulder and you walked away with shoko. you knew that this was between satoru and suguru, and no one else.

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“suguru. explain yourself.” satoru called out to his bestfriend.

“you already heard, didn’t you? that’s all there is to it.” suguru said in a very cordial manner.

“that’s all you needed to convince yourself to kill non-sorcerers and your parents?!” satoru couldn’t believe what he was hearing, couldn't fathom what was coming out of suguru’s mouth.

“it wouldn’t be fair if i made an exception for my parents. besides, my family now consists of more than just them.” suguru had thought about the twin girls he had saved from the village. they were the ones he wanted to protect now.

“that’s not what i’m talking about. you were the one who said pointless killing is useless.” satoru was losing his cool. what had happen to his reasonable bestfriend?

“killing all non-sorcerers to make a world of only sorcerers is impossible.” satoru argued.

“you could do it, satoru. you’re trying to convince me that it’s impossible when you yourself could do it if you wanted to.” suguru believed that his goal of making a world of only jujutsu sorcerers was something he could make happen, which is why he was willing to give up everything to do it.

satoru’s eyes widened. what in the world was suguru talking about?

“are you the strongest because you’re satoru gojo? or are you satoru gojo because you’re the strongest?”

“what the hell are you trying to say?!” satoru shouted in frustration. he still wasn't understanding.

“if i could be you, wouldn’t my impossible ideals become possible? this is the life i’ve chosen, all i can do now is give it all i’ve got. if you want to kill me, kill me. there would be meaning in that too.” suguru turned away to start his journey, without satoru by his side.

and that’s where satoru gojo had to make the decision between killing his bestfriend or letting the curse user walk freely. satoru held out his right hand, slowly connecting his thumb and his middle finger. he’d never successfully used this cursed technique before, it was one of the strongest moves in the gojo clan that only a few clan members knew about. hollow purple.

he couldn’t bring himself to do it. he curled his fist and retreated his hand in defeat as he watched as suguru walked away from him in pursuit of his own goals in life. even if that meant that they wouldn’t be present in each other’s anymore.

tokyo jujutsu high

again, you and shoko stood behind the school's front entrance where satoru and yaga-sensei were talking, listening in on their conversation after satoru had returned from shinjuku.

“why did you let him go?” yaga-sensei asked as satoru grumbled on the cold concrete steps of tokyo jujutsu high school.

“are you really asking me that?” satoru couldn’t tell him that he didn't have the guts to kill his bestfriend.

“no, you’re right. i’m sorry.” he apologized. he knew it would be hard for satoru to cope. suguru was his bestfriend after all, his one and only.

“sensei... i’m strong, right?” he asked his teacher.

“yes, you are. in the impudence department too.” yaga-sensei bantered with him.

“it seems like just me being strong isn’t enough. i can only save those who want to be saved.” satoru said while looking out into the distance. he was tired of being the one who had to do all the saving. he wished he could ask for help. he didn't want to be alone anymore.

later that night

you made sure that megumi and tsumiki were sleeping soundly before you left your dorm room to return to satoru's. it had been three months since satoru brought them home to you, and two weeks since suguru had left the school.

things between you and satoru had felt strained due to the lack of communication. however, he never failed to show you affection in a hug or a kiss, or even just by holding hands. you felt the tension climbing, distance between you both growing. even though you slept next to him in his bed every night, it still felt cold. the warmth from the love you two shared had started to die down.

you understood that suguru meant the world to satoru. he was important to him, he loved him. one of your very first conversations as a couple was about the people he cared about in his life, he mentioned shoko and suguru's name. that was also the night he told you that you were one of them too. someone that he cared about.

"can't sleep?" satoru softly asked. your tossing and turning must have kept him awake.

"i'm worried about you." you knew he was going to deflect in 3... 2... 1—

"well, you don't have to worry about me, babe. i'm fine." satoru downplayed his emotions and you hated it.

"you are not fine, satoru." you argued as you stared at the popcorn ceiling above you.

you could feel his eyes studying you, he shifted his body to face you. "whoa, what's with the government name and attitude?" he joked.

"now's not the time for jokes. i'm being serious. we need to talk." you sat up in his bed abruptly.

he could hear in your tone that something was upsetting you. "what's wrong, (y/n)?"

"everything…” you whispered quietly.

tears started to form in your eyes. satoru sat up in his bed, the tone of your voice alarmed him. his heart started to race as he felt an uncertain feeling in his chest. was this fear he was feeling?

"you aren't okay and you won't admit it. it's distracting you from being present. you missed tsumiki's dance recital at school, you forgot to pick up the kids two days ago, and you aren't all there when we spar at jujutsu practice. i've never been able to land any of my cursed techniques on you before, and you got hurt because of that."

satoru had been so absentminded and distracted that you caught him off guard with his infinity off, your ice shard grazed his arm during the spar. you had to heal him with your reversed cursed energy that day.

"and what hurts the most is that i can feel you shutting me out every time i try to talk to you. i'm supposed to be your partner in life, satoru. i don't want you to push me away. if you’re not okay, i’m not okay.” you expressed as tears streamed down your face.

satoru didn't have any words to say, no excuses to come up with. he acknowledged that you tried to talk to him multiple times since suguru had left, but he didn't want to add more to your plate. you were taking care of the kids, taking on missions alone, all while trying to keep up with your studies to make sure you made it to graduation. he didn't want to burden you any more with his ridiculous bestfriend drama.

"i'm not allowed to be sad or weak. i have to be strong, (y/n). i don't have time to be caught up in my emotions." satoru said. you swear you heard his voice waver even though he was trying to 'be strong'.

"just because people call you the strongest, you think you can’t be sad or weak? satoru, that doesn't mean you can't confide in me. i promised you that i would be there for you. for whatever you need." you wiped your tears.

"satoru..."

"yeah, baby?"

"do you love me?"

"of course i do. i love you so much." satoru replied quietly.

"then can you just tell me what you're feeling right now?" you asked through your quivering voice.

and for the first time in 18 years, satoru gojo did not have any words to say. not a joke. no innappropriate comment. not a speck of sarcasm. nothing. he couldn't tell you how he felt, as much as he wanted to scream and shout and tell you how he was hurting and that he didn't want to be alone. the little voice in the back of his head told him not to, that he didn't deserve to.

you have had enough tonight. you got up from your side of the bed and put on your jujutsu high robe, "i think i should go check up on the kids." tears still streaming down your cheek as you quickly brushed them away. satoru couldn't even watch you leave his room. he knew that once you left his room tonight, you wouldn’t be coming back to it. the door shut behind you and he felt his heart breaking more.

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you opened the door to your room quietly, trying not wake up the kids, but megumi was a light sleeper. he woke up instantly and looked at you. tsumiki was a heavy sleeper and nothing could wake her up. you sniffled and collected yourself. you didn’t want him to know you were crying.

“(y/n), did you and gojo-sensei fight?” megumi rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand to wake himself up. he shifted his body over to make room for you on your king sized bed.

"that obvious, huh?" you scoffed.

you thanked god that megumi and tsumiki were still tiny and that three people could fit on your bed or you'd be sleeping with shoko right now. you laid down next to megumi and got under the covers. he was the most observant 5 year old ever. megumi was intelligent, calculated, and strong. gojo had a blast training with him. you both knew he was going to be an amazing sorcerer when he grows up.

“there are just some things that we aren’t agreeing on right now, megumi.” you patted his head, his blue hair slipping through your fingers.

“i think he just needs some time alone to think. he's been busy.” the child spoke on behalf of satoru.

“busy enough that he forgot to pick you guys up from school?” you were so angry with him for that. it was his job to pick them up that day because you were on a mission.

“it’s okay, we just called nanami to pick us up.” megumi tried defending him with his own little peculiar statement. you never thought you’d see the day megumi would be defending satoru.

“it’s not okay, megumi. i want him to be there for you and tsumiki. like we promised. i want him to be present.”

the next morning

the next morning was awkward and the air was still filled with tension. satoru always accompanied you to get the kids ready for school. he knocked on your dorm door to find you doing tsumiki’s hair while megumi was sitting patiently, waiting for you two to finish.

“oh… you guys got started already.” he said, trying to hide the hurt. he felt a little betrayed as this was supposed to be your morning routine together.

“here, you finish putting the clips in her hair.” you gave him the jar full of different colored butterfly clips and got up to retreat to your bathroom so you could finish getting ready.

satoru sighed and looked at tsumiki and megumi. they were awfully quiet this morning, their usual selves would be chirping back and forth at each other. laughter was always present in your morning routine, but not today.

“she’s still mad at me, huh?” satoru asked the children.

tsumiki smiled awkwardly at him and nodded while megumi snapped at him, “just tell her how you feel, idiot.”

“whoa, what’s with the attitude, megumi?” satoru asked, he was surprised with the 5 year old’s tone.

“i just don’t like seeing (y/n) cry.” satoru knew that you were megumi's favorite guardian, in fact, everyone knew.

“yeah? me either, kiddo.” satoru frowned. he attached two pink butterfly clips in tsumiki’s hair. he heard you shuffling through your bathroom drawers, afraid to turn around to face you once you exited the bathroom.

he took a deep breath and looked over at you. he could see through your makeup that your eyes were still swollen from crying last night, skin glowing from the flushed cheeks. god, how could you still look so beautiful after crying?

“ready for breakfast?” you asked your unconventional family. tsumiki smiled and nodded, trying her best to brighten up the room. megumi grabbed your hand to hold (and comfort) as he led the way to the dining hall. satoru felt envious that it wasn’t him holding your hand instead. but what could he do?

later that afternoon

after you dropped the kids off at school, you and satoru walked back through the jujutsu high courtyard. the cobblestone walkway felt cold and the surrounding trees felt like they were about to swallow the both of you into a dark abyss. the only thing you could hear was the wind and your soft footsteps.

you and satoru didn’t hold hands. you didn’t even link your arm through his like you usually did. and he sure felt the bitterness from you today. you walked side by side together. the silence was deafening until you broke it.

“satoru… i’m going to take megumi and tsumiki back with me to my clan’s estate for the semester break… and i don’t think i want you to come with us. i’ll tell touya you’re going to see your family instead.” you held back your tears. satoru stopped in his tracks, you were two steps ahead of him.

“but baby, i—” he began to say.

you turned around to face him, “ever since suguru left, you’ve changed. you’ve been distant, you avoid every conversation i try to have with you. and you’re the type of person who always tries to talk things out right away… even though you know i'm usually the one that needs time. so now, i’m giving you the time you need so you can decide what you want to do with your life and where your priorities lie…”

“that’s not fair, (y/n).” satoru snapped at you. how could you take the kids and leave him alone?

“what’s not fair to you?!” you lashed back at him. you saw the defeated and distraught look in his face and it crushed you. it was the same expression he had when he spoke with suguru in shinjuku.

“just—don’t. don’t start crying again.” he mumbled. it was always game over for him when you started crying. seeing you cry was one of the worst feelings next to his favorite kikufuku stand running out of his favorite flavor. it was too late, the tears started to flow again.

satoru took a step closer towards you, testing out the waters on if you would let him approach you or if you would push him away. once he didn’t sense any resistance from you, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you so tightly you couldn’t breathe. he didn't want to let go. everyone knew that you couldn’t be without each other, so why was he feeling like you were leaving him behind, just like suguru did?

when he finally loosened his arms around you, you gently caressed his cheek with your left hand. satoru had finally felt your warmth again. he melted into your hand and closed his eyes. you could see a layer of tears forming on his white lashes.

you kissed his cheek and softly said, “take the time you need to figure things out during the semester break. me and the kids will be here when you get back. i promise.”

two weeks later

satoru had spent two weeks with his own clan during the semester break. it was refreshing for him to speak with his clan elders to get a little insight on what he could work on next, he spent time perfecting his techniques, and just finally relaxed for once. during this time to himself, he was able to combine blue and red to perform a successful hollow purple. he even mastered his long distance teleportation. there was one person who he couldn't wait to tell about his success, it was you.

although he was busy training and enjoying the time with his own clan, he spent a lot of time thinking about suguru's betrayal and how to be present for the kids like you had asked him to. but there was one thing person that wouldn’t leave his mind, it was you.

after a couple days of brooding, satoru came to the conclusion that he would never get over suguru's actions, but he knew that he wanted to be better than suguru. he was going to become a teacher at jujutsu high as soon as his third year was over, and he was going to raise strong and intelligent allies. with no hesitation, he knew who his first ally would be, it was you.

satoru still felt like he was missing something someone in his life, even though he was surrounded by his clan. you, megumi, and tsumiki were 6 hours away in osaka with your clan, but satoru still felt like his heart was 247 miles away (the distance between osaka and tokyo). he knew what his heart was missing, it was you.

satoru gojo didn’t care for many things in life. he kept his circle small, his family was very prominent but low key, and he was pretty private about his own life. he didn’t care about protecting anyone until he met you, (y/n) from the osaka (l/n) clan. the most beautiful water and ice cursed technique user he had ever laid his pretty blue eyes on. satoru was never shy at telling you he loved you, but today was the day he realized just how much he did. satoru called out to his grandparents before he teleported to your clan's estate, "gramps, grams, i'm heading out to (y/n)'s. we'll see you at the next semester break. and we'll bring tsumiki and megumi to meet everyone too!"

satoru gojo knew who he wanted to see, and it was you.

osaka, japan

"(y/n)!" tsumiki cried out for you frantically.

you rushed out of your family's minka to see what the 6 year old was shrieking about. your heart skipped a beat to see a white-haired, blue-eyed sorcerer holding her in his arms as she was hugging him tightly. tsumiki had the biggest smile on her face. she had missed her partner in crime these past two weeks... you and her both.

"(y/n), it's gojo-sensei! he came to see us!" she waved towards you, signaling that satoru was there and for you to come over quickly. satoru was actually here. he was present.

your brother looked at you and smiled, "it looks like someone missed you, sis." he patted your shoulder before standing up from the steps of the minka, "i'll have the housekeepers get a spare room ready for him."

you smiled at your brother as he left your side. you stood on the steps of your family estate. your hand perched on your hip, a laugh breaking through to show your pearly whites, hiding your eyes with your cheeky smile. it had been awhile since satoru saw the smile that he loved so much.

you gave up your solid front and started walking towards satoru. he put tsumiki down and did the same. soft footsteps started to turn into a brisk walk, the brisk walk started to turn into a sprint, the sprint towards each other turned into a colliding embrace.

"what are you doing here, satoru?" you mumbled in his chest as you tried to catch your breath from your sprinting.

"i missed you, (y/n)." satoru said with his eyes closed, inhaling your scent. he missed your nectarine and honey blossom perfume that always lingered around him too.

"i missed you too."

satoru leaned down to kiss your forehead. you smiled softly as his lips trailed down to your temple and then to your cheek. you held his face with your hands and pulled him in for a kiss on his soft pink lips. he broke your kiss to look down at you. he had something he wanted to say.

"babe, the past two weeks i took a lot of time for myself to think. the one common denominator that always came to my mind was you. i'm sorry for the way i acted. i'm going to try my best to communicate with you from now on. i won't leave you in the dark anymore." satoru pledged with his heart.

"thank you, satoru." you whispered. you held him a bit tighter.

"you pinky promise?" megumi asked out of the nowhere. you and satoru looked down at the blue haired child with tsumiki by his side. you both started laughing as your intimate moment was interrupted by your adopted children. (read ‘pinky promises’ here)

satoru flashed his signature grin at megumi, "yeah, i pinky promise, kiddo."

megumi and tsumiki approached you both to join in on the family group hug. you and satoru crouched down to embrace them as you kissed the top of their heads.

satoru softly said to the kids, "from now on, i promise to be present."

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Sensei Sharpens Student

this is just 4.5k words of Yang and Cole bonding. I don't know where I found the energy to do this. this was just my excuse to write Cole angst again and be self indulgent but it worked out well. cross posted to ao3 as well

tw for death mentions and mild violence

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Yang stared down at the child’s body and sighed. So young… it was a shame his life had been cut short so quickly. Kind of. Yang couldn’t quite bring himself to feel grief over the child, especially not when it would all be remedied soon.

He picked up the body, careful to avoid damaging it further — those oni had really done a number on him — and brought it to the altar. The child would have looked serene if not for the ugly gashes marring his face. Falling from a skyscraper was a truly terrible way to go, all that shattered glass and broken bones and simply knowing that you would die and it could not be changed.

“Soon,” Yang whispered to the corpse. “It will all be better soon.” It might not be, if his plan failed, but it wouldn’t be much of a loss. The child couldn’t respond anyway.

He checked his hourglass — only ten minutes until the eclipse. Ten minutes until he’d see if this child could be resurrected. Ten minutes until the Rift could be summoned again for the first time in three centuries.

Yang picked up the Yin Blade and held it above the child‘s head. It was time. He slashed at the air, the blade ripping a hole in the very universe itself, and smiled.

The Rift glowed a radioactive, toxic green, not unlike the green of the Lazarus Pits. The colours in it swirled together in hypnotic patterns, seemingly alive. Yang picked up the child, less carefully than before, for any further damage wouldn’t matter soon, and threw him into the Rift. Perhaps that was a bit of a crude word, but it was accurate. The boy was not exactly heavy, and Yang had been a very strong man in life.

As soon as the body disappeared into the glowing green of the Rift, Yang dusted his hands off and waited. He did not know how long it would take for the child to come back out. He didn’t even know if the boy would be revived, or if he’d ever come out. If the boy was still dead, then it showed that humans could not be resurrected with the Rift. If he was alive, then Yang had his very own pet assassin. Yang would be unharmed either way.

A loud crack of thunder outside had Yang cursing and running to the door. It was the Rift, it must be. The portal on the inside of the temple had closed, but the green glow outside meant there was some degree of success.

He ran outside and found the body crumpled in a rose bush. It was jarringly similar to how Yang had first found the boy, all bones and too-cold skin, twisted in the way that only a dead body could be. Except this body was not dead. It was very much alive. Yang could see the boy’s shallow breathing. He pressed a finger to his wrist. There was a faint pulse, slow but still there. Yang would have let out a breath of relief if he could still breathe. The boy was alive. The Rift had worked. He now had proof that humans could be resurrected with it.

The boy’s eyes fluttered open. It was strange to see the small side effects of the Rift — Yang would have to jot them down. Where before his eyes had been a pale grey, like little pools of moonlight, the left one was now an unnatural green. The same colour as the Rift.

A jagged scar ran down the left side of his face as well, starting somewhere above his hairline and ending just above his chin. It was the same green as the Rift. Yang could find no logical reason for it. The boy’s eye changing colour made sense, the Pits did the same thing, but the scar was unexpected. Yang would have to study that further. He held out his hand and pulled the boy to his feet. He looked disoriented, not completely aware of his surroundings, but Yang smiled anyway. 

“Welcome back,” he croaked to the child.

~

 Everything was black until it wasn’t. Then it was green and pain and screaming and awakening to an unfamiliar place. The boy blinked his eyes at the old man in front of him. He was fairly sure he didn’t know this man. But the boy couldn’t remember much of anything at the moment, so he let the man drag him to his feet and lead him though a door.

“How are you feeling?” The old man asked the boy. They had settled down around a low table, sitting on silk cushions. A plate of cookies was set in front of them. 

The boy did not know how to respond. “I don’t know,” he said. His voice was raspy and unfamiliar to him. That was scary — how could he not know his own voice?

The old man frowned. “What is your name?”

The boy blinked. He thought hard about what his name might be. “Cole,” he said. That sounded right.

“Cole,” the old man repeated. “I am Master Yang. I am the one who brought you back to life.”

Back to life? Wouldn’t that mean Cole had died? He tried to think about what may have happened and was immediately hit by feelings of pain and hopelessness and terror. However he had died hadn’t been peaceful. Cole shoved those feelings down and looked up at Yang. 

“I died?”

“Yes,” Master Yang nodded. “I revived you with the Rift of Return.”

“Did you know me? Is that why you brought me back?”

Master Yang cringed at that. “I did not know you. I simply saw a child in need and helped.”

“Okay,” Cole said. He could tell that Yang wasn’t telling the truth, or at least not all of it, but he had saved Cole from death. That had to mean something.

“I want to train you,” Master Yang said. “In the ways of combat. So that you will not die again.”

“But everyone dies.”

“Yes, but I would still like to train you. So that you can be safe,” Yang fumbled his words, looking for an excuse.

Cole thought for a bit. No matter how hard he tried to remember, he could not think of anything from his past. Granted, he had only been revived for an hour or so, but it couldn’t be normal not to remember. And what if it was people from his past that had caused his death? Yang was offering him safety and training. It would be good to know how to fight, and maybe he could regain some memories.

“I’ll train with you,” Cole told Yang. It seemed like the best option.

“Excellent,” Master Yang smiled wickedly. “Your training will begin tomorrow. You may take one of the empty rooms upstairs.”

Cole nodded and went up the stairs. He opened the first door on the right and looked over the room. It was dusty, clearly having been uninhabited for quite some time. It was still shelter, though, and the bed looked comfortable.

He looked in the mirror. A reflection stared back at him, of a young boy with dark hair and skin. His eyes were strange — one grey, the other bright green. A large crack (scar?) ran down the side of his face. It glowed green as well. Cole shivered at it. The reflection didn’t seem like him, was wrong and unfamiliar. Of course, who even was Cole? How was he to know if this was what he’d always looked like? He couldn’t remember any family or friends, or what he might have done in his free time, or whether he had any goals for the future. It was terrifying to not know who he was.

Yang knocked on the door, shaking Cole out of his spiral. “Cole, I would suggest you go to bed. Your training begins early and I will not tolerate any whining of no sleep.”

“Yes, Master Yang,” Cole said. He shook the dust off of the bedsheets and pillow. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. His body shut down immediately, sending him into a cold dreamless sleep.

~

The knives came towards Cole at full speed, bright silver crescents that threatened to kill if he didn’t dodge. Cole did a backflip to the left and a handspring to the right, then a simple roll to the floor. Not a single one of the knives hit him.

“Good work,” Master Yang said approvingly. He pocketed one of the throwing knives. “But your backflip was sloppy. We’ll need to fix that.”

“But everything else was good?” Cole asked. He hoped he had done well — he’d trained for hours on the corkscrews.

“Yes.”

“Should I practice throwing them now?”

Yang hummed and stroked his beard. “Go to the armoury and get some throwing knives. Make sure they’re the ones with red leather grips. I don’t want you training with the good knives yet.”

“Yes, Master Yang,” Cole hurried off to go get the knives. He found the armoury, an ancient mahogany door leading to it, and stepped in. There were weapons everywhere, ranging from large battle axes to small daggers to deadly poisons in glass vials. He found the required throwing knives and was about to exit when he saw the scythe.

It was a beautiful piece of work, carefully engraved with runes and enchantments. The blade was polished to perfection, shining and gleaming and incredibly sharp. The handle was made of honey coloured wood, wrapped in black leather. All in all, a stunning ten-out-of-ten weapon.

Cole looked at it and went back down the hall to Yang. “Master Yang, I saw this scythe in the armoury, and I was wondering, maybe after the throwing knives, maybe I—“

“Just spit it out already, boy,” Yang spat.

“Could I train with the scythe, maybe?”

Yang frowned. “It is a difficult weapon,” he said. “Not many use it in combat. It’s much more for reaping crops than anything.”

“But could I learn it?”

“Hmmm,” Yang thought. He intended to have Cole master all the weapons he had, scythe included. It wouldn’t hurt to change his plans a bit and have him learn the scythe next. A perfect assassin should know how to use every weapon, after all.

“Very well then,” he said to Cole. “Once you’ve mastered the throwing knives, I will teach you how to use a scythe.”

Cole had stars in his eyes. “Really?”

“I just said you could, didn’t I?”

“Yes!” Cole pumped his fist in a rare display of childish enthusiasm. Yang smiled a bit at that, though he would deny it if asked.

~ 

Yang nodded in satisfaction at his pupil’s performance. Cole had finally mastered the throwing knives — and in an exceptionally short amount of time, too. He could be the world’s greatest assassin given a few more years.

“Did I pass?” Cole said.

“Yes,” Yang said. “You did well.”

Cole lit up at the praise. “So I can learn how to use the scythe now?”

Yang raised an eyebrow at the question. He had not expected Cole to still remember that promise — children had short attention spans, and he’d figured Cole had forgotten about it. 

But a promise was a promise, and Yang was a man of his word. “Very well, then. You may start training.”

Yang made his way to the armoury and found the old scythe. He had not used it in many, many years. The blade would need sharpening, he thought idly.

“Take it,” he handed the weapon to Cole. “I will teach you the basics, and then we will spar.”

Cole took it gingerly and held it with practiced ease. “Isn’t the blade a bit dull?”

“It will suffice for this lesson.”

“Okay.”

Yang held up his own scythe. “I will teach you how to hold it properly, first. Adjust your hands so that— yes, exactly like that,” he said, confused as to how Cole would already know how to hold the weapon.

“Now, scythes are more for slashing than stabbing. You won’t be able to stab someone through the heart or anything. Remember that.”

Cole shifted nervously. “Master Yang, I think I’ve got it,” he said. 

Hmm. That was strange. The boy held his weapon like he was already familiar with it.

“You seem to have the basics down,” Yang said. “We’ll move on to sparring now. Don’t hold back.”

A nod, and then getting into position. Yang looked the boy over and gave the signal. He was off immediately, going straight for Yang’s throat and slashing at it. If Yang weren’t already dead, he would have died.

Yang went at Cole with his own weapon as well, though he aimed to incapacitate, not kill. Cole clearly had no such qualms — mostly because Yang couldn’t be killed — slicing at his throat and stomach. He was nimble, moving in the same way a dancer might, doing unnecessary kicks and spins. 

It was surprising. Not many used the scythe as a weapon — it was too inconvenient. But Cole used it like it was part of his body. Yang found himself once again wondering what the boy’s past was. He had training, of course, but from whom? Who would have trained such a young child to fight like that? Other than Yang, of course.

Cole took Yang’s distraction as an opportunity to drop kick him and end the match. “Sorry, Master,” he said apologetically. “But you said not to hold back.”

Yang sniffed and readjusted his robes. “Where did you learn to fight like that?”

“I don’t know. I think it might be from my past? It’s all still so foggy, though…”

“I don’t believe you’ll need any more training with the scythe,” Yang shook his head. “You’re more than proficient.”

“But isn’t there always room for improvement?”

“A good fighter knows more than just two weapons. You will train with the bow and arrows next.”

Cole deflated a little. Yang found himself feeling guilty at that. Guilty! When had he started caring about the boy’s feelings? Hell, when had he started caring about the boy in general?

“You may train with the scythe in the afternoons,” Yang found himself saying. “As long as all your other exercises have been completed.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

~

Cole was crying. Yang knew this because of the faint sobs coming from his room. He knocked on the door. “Cole, why are you crying?” He asked.

The door swung open to Cole, eyes all red and puffy. The scar on his face glowed radioactive green. “Just stuff,” he mumbled. 

Yang sighed and marched into the room. He gestured for Cole to sit next to him. “Explain yourself,” he said. Not the most sensitive of statements, but Cole seemed to do better without being coddled.

Cole wiped his nose on his sleeve. “I remembered something,” he said softly. 

“Then why are you crying? Regaining memories is something to be celebrated.”

“I remembered someone important. I think he was my friend, or something. But I don’t know his name.”

Yang sighed. “But you remember what he looks like?”

“No,” Cole shook his head. “I just remember that he cared about me. I don’t know anything, just vague feelings…”

“Your memories will return with time,” Yang said. “And until then, you have me.”

“That’s so cheesy,” Cole laughed — a dry, broken, laugh, but still a laugh.

“It is true.”

“Thank you, Master Yang.”

“It is a guardian’s job to take care of their ward, no?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Then I’m just doing my job. There’s no need to thank me.”

~

Yang was repairing Cole’s robes when the boy walked up to him. He’d been thinking about how reckless children were, and if it was possible to get more durable clothing. He hadn’t been expecting Cole to be awake for several more hours.

“I want to be a vigilante,” Cole said. He looked at Yang in the face — not quite eye contact, the boy hated that, but close.

“A vigilante? Explain,” Yang frowned.

“They fight crime. I think I used to be one, and I want to do it again.”

Yang sighed and put down the sewing materials. He looked at Cole. “You remember your past?”

“Only some. It’s still really blurry, but I’m sure about this.”

“You fought crime. Illegally, I presume. And you want to do it again.”

“Yes.”

“You’re aware of how dangerous that would be?”

Cole shuffled a little, clearly finding the situation awkward. “Yes, but I’ve trained a lot. You said I was good enough to take out an army.”

That had been a bit of an exaggeration. Yang regretted speaking in such a way. “You are good, yes, but that was hyperbole. Nobody can fight hundreds of people at once and win.”

“But I’m still good at fighting. And staying hidden. And gathering information.”

Yang wondered again when he had gotten attached to the boy. He certainly hadn’t cared when he first found him. And now he was worried about the boy being in danger, of all things.

“Cole, when I first found you, you were dead.” Cole flinched at the reminder but nodded. “That was almost certainly because of your ‘vigilante gig,’ so to speak. And you want to go out again to put yourself in danger.”

“I’m trained now.”

“You were trained before,” Yang retorted.

“I’m trained more.”

“You are still a child.”

“But I want to help people!” Cole looked desperate now. “I can help. I have all this training and experience that others don’t and I can save people!”

“Why?”

Cole picked at his nails. “I made a promise to someone,” he said. “‘Always stand up to those who are cruel and unjust.’ I want to keep that promise.”

“There are people out there who would hurt you. They would want to study you like a specimen in a lab.”

“Then I’ll avoid them.”

“It’s not that simple, Cole.”

“Master Yang, please.” Cole wiped tears from his eyes. Yang pushed down the feeling of guilt.

“You are trained, but would have no backup. I would not be able to help you if you’re in trouble.”

“I want to keep that promise,” Cole repeated. He had a steely look in his eyes. This was not something he’d back down from.

Yang got up from the table. “You must defeat me in a spar. Neither of us will hold back. If you win, you can become a vigilante.”

Cole raised an eyebrow. “And if I don’t?” The boy knew how to read the fine print. That was good. It would be a useful skill in the outside world.

“Then you stay here with me.”

“I accept your terms.”

“Then come,” Yang said. “Whoever gets knocked down first will lose. Any weapons are allowed. Fight dirty if needed.”

Cole nodded and followed to the training room. He took his position opposite to Yang. “I’m ready,” he said. He held his signature scythe in one hand and a set of daggers in the other.

Yang attacked first, a series of blows and kicks meant to incapacitate an enemy. Cole dodged and returned his own attacks, a flurry of knives and sharp kicks. Months of training had honed his skills into something deadly, more fluid than the style he’d had when he first arrived.

A dodge, and then a parry from Cole’s scythe. Yang was careful not to aim for the throat or head, hitting the legs and stomach instead. His sword clashed with the scythe. Multiple knives were thrown at each other. A dagger embedded itself into the wall.

It took almost thirty minutes for Cole to knock Yang down. He used his earth powers to his advantage, creating stepping stones to jump off of and hit Yang in the chest. He fell against the wall without a sound.

“I did it!” Cole cheered. He rushed to help his mentor off the floor. “I won, right? You said we could fight dirty.”

Yang dusted off his robes, rather pointlessly considering that he was a ghost and could not get dirty. “Yes, you won. You may become a vigilante and help save people.”

“Yes!”

Yang smiled at the scene. And if he’d let Cole win on purpose, well, nobody needed to know.

~

“—and it should be black, so that I can blend in easily. But also a cape! And a full face mask, to protect my identity.”

“You should talk less and focus more on your designing,” Yang commented. He looked over Cole’s drafts for the vigilante uniform. They were hastily coloured and roughly sketched — nothing final, just good enough to get an idea of how it could look.

“It should have orange accents, too. And pockets,” Cole scribbled some more notes. His hands were stained with charcoal and ink.

“It is very dramatic.”

“That’s the point!”

“You are adding a… scar to the mask?” Yang gestured at the large zig-zag drawn on the design. 

“It’s supposed to look like the one I have. But orange, so that it matches the theme.” Cole pointed at the large scar on his face. After so many months, Yang doubted it’d ever heal. Cole would have to conceal it for the rest of his life.

“That is a liability to your identity.”

“I don’t plan to take off the mask. No one will know.”

“If you insist,” Yang sighed. He was already thinking of how to get supplies for this project. It would be a pain to find proper metal for the armour.

“I’m going to have a mask underneath, too, if it makes you feel better.”

“Alright, then.”

“I’m also going to add a voice modulator. So that I can sound scarier. And more adult-like.”

“You are barely five feet tall. Hardly an adult.”

“Platforms exist for a reason,” Cole rolled his eyes. Yang tried not to laugh at that.

~

It was finally complete. After hours and hours of work and multiple injuries, Cole had finally finished his new costume. He was quite proud of it — the orange accents weren’t too bright, so that he could blend in easily, but they still stood out. And it had all the appropriate ‘cryptid assassin’ vibes, just as he’d intended.

“What do you think, Master?”

Yang stood over Cole, examining the newly completed uniform. “It is good,” he said. “You have a talent for designing things.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’m sure you will strike fear into the hearts of many.”

“I’m not trying to scare people. I want to save them,” Cole said.

“Hmmm.”

“The scaring people is targeted at bad guys.”

Yang nodded thoughtfully. His pupil had grown so much from the scrawny little boy he’d first found. He was a true warrior, now — perhaps not the undefeatable assassin Yang had first sought out to make, but formidable all the same. He was proud of the boy.

“I’m almost ready, now. I think I’ll leave tomorrow.” Cole looked at Yang for permission, as if he had not made up his mind to leave weeks ago.

“Of course. Make sure to visit a lonely old man when you get the chance, yes?”

“I wouldn’t leave you, not forever. You’re my family,” Cole said.

Family? That was a word Yang hadn’t head in a long time. He certainly had never been called family before. It warmed him to know that Cole thought him a member of his family.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Yang said.

~

The next morning, Cole packed his bags and sat beside Yang on the porch. To passerby, they’d see only a young teenager sitting on his own, swinging his legs and looking nervous. To Yang, he saw a boy he’d grown to care for as a son. He didn’t want Cole to leave. It seemed like they’d barely spent a week together, though it had been nearly a year.

Was it selfish, to wish that Cole would stay with him? Yang had grown to care for the boy. He’d never had a family, not in life, but it felt like Cole was his family. Cole himself had said that Yang was his family, and Yang returned the sentiment. Would it be selfish to ask him to stay forever, as father and son, untouched by time or the outside world?

It would be, Yang thought. Cole was nearly sixteen, by his estimates — it was high time he leave to find his own way. Even if his way was to become an illegal crime fighter.

“I’m going to take a train to the main city,” Cole said, breaking the silence. “I’ll figure living arrangements out when I get there.”

“You have enough money? Clothes, food, all your weapons?” Yang asked. It never hurt to make sure, though he was sure Cole had prepared well.

“Yes, Master. I’ve got more than enough of everything,” Cole laughed. 

“That is good,” Yang breathed. He turned to look at Cole properly. “I have a gift for you,” he said. 

“A gift?”

“Yes,” Yang pulled out the dagger. It was an ornate thing, fragile but dangerously sharp. It had been carved from obsidian and inlayed with silver centuries ago. It had been passed down from mentor to mentor over many years. Yang himself had inherited it when he left his mentor. And now it was Cole’s to wield.

“It’s beautiful,” Cole said. He turned it, watching the blade reflect light and sparkle a million different colours.

“My mentor passed this down to me, years ago. And now it is yours.”

Cole held the dagger to his chest. “Thank you, Master Yang.”

“The blade is supposedly enchanted to protect its owner. I hope that it will bring you protection.”

“Thank you,” Cole repeated. He sheathed the dagger into one of his many hidden pockets.

“You should go, now. You will be late for your train.”

“Yeah, I should,” Cole said sadly. He picked up his duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder. The he hugged Yang.

Ghosts cannot be touched. That is a well known fact. But Cole hugged Yang anyway, simply because a boy touched by death like he was could.

“Goodbye, my pupil,” Yang pulled away from the hug. 

“Goodbye, Master,” Cole said in return. He made his way down the path to civilisation and the city.

~

Cole ran down a dark alley, uncaring of the cockroaches and rubbish everywhere. He stuck to the shadows, barely making a sound. The man he was following continued talking on the phone, unaware of the boy behind him. Cole slammed him on the back of the head and twisted his arms.

“You’re going to go to the police station,” he said slowly, “and you’re going to confess to murdering your wife. If you don’t, I’ll know.”

“Who the hell are you?” The man spat. His eyes were full of terror and confusion. 

“I’m the Talon, and you’re going to do as I say or face the consequences.”

“What is this, some sorta bad movie? I’m not doing—“ whatever the man meant to say was cut off as Cole knocked him out. A bit of blood trickled from his temple. 

“Amateurs,” Cole rolled his eyes and picked the man’s wallet up. He’d drop the guy off with evidence and keep the money. There was enough to book himself a ticket to Ninjago City Central, at least. Shame that he hadn’t wanted to confess on his own, though. The justice system would be much harsher on him now. 

He picked the body up and dragged it to the police station. Then he changed into civvies and went up to the bus stop. He looked at the ticket dispenser in the eyes, just as he’d practiced.

“One ticket, please,” Cole smiled. Yang had taught him to be charming, after all.

#I had two versions for the ending #but chose this one #because ✨parallels✨ #you know #since it begins with someone dragging a body around #and ends with the same thing #that sounds really bad but that's all I can word it as #ninjago x dc au #ninjago au #to those like. 2 people who voted for this on the poll #I love you guys thank you for fuelling my slightly insane crossover au #lego ninjago #ninjago #kit's writing #tw death mention #death mention tw #mild violence #cole brookstone #cole hence #ninjago cole #cole ninjago #yang ninjago #ninjago yang #ninjago fic #ninjago fanfiction #and yes I do hc Cole as being like 5'4 #I can understand tall Cole but it's funnier to me if he's 3 inches shorter than Jay and pissed about it

[ups3tti]

Hi yeah sorry me again with more DOTD thoughts, it still makes me lose my mind sometimes I know this is probably all in my head just because I think about these two characters a concerning amount but it always interested me how Cole paralleled/contrasted Morro on a scaled-down level. I can't get this out of my brain in a way that makes total sense but bare with me here. I just can't get over the going-it-alone-out-of-anger/desperation-and-the-terrible-consequences-that-followed. He goes after Yang out of anger and desperation and unleashes the souls of departed enemies (accidentally) on his friends. He fought through all of Yangs students on his own to reach Yang himself in a confrontation surrounding an interdimensional rift, and we get yet another scene of a Sensei trying to talk sense into a student except this time Yang is the one forcing Cole to let go and not the other way around, sending Cole back to life instead of to another death. After everything is said and done he has a bright green scar/rift on the left side of his face which always reminded me of Morro's bright green hairstreak on the right of his. The visual parallel is less important to me but still neat yk. Also one being sent high into the air and one being sent deep into the sea, floating temple vs. underwater tomb, yeah. You don't have to tell me that I'm overanalyzing this and looking for connections that probably don't exist because I know I am, but I still lose it everytime. Cole only survived because Morro was able to remind his friends and Sensei that he even existed and it sent them to go find him and give him the strength he needed to keep going. It just makes me think about how Morro could've turned out in different circumstances constantly. Like, what if he had sources of worth and love that weren't tied to the idea that he was the green ninja. What if he had friends to keep him grounded like Kai or family to worry about or an identity of his own before ever being introduced to the idea of the green ninja like everyone else did. God day of the departed should've been so much longer I wanted SO MUCH MORE out of it ALSO also would've loved to see Cole and Morro actually interact. In my head they're such a duo and I care about them greatly I'm also definitely not insane over Wind and Earth and their twin connection to death and also destiny and legacy. Definitely not. Topic for another time I've rambled too long

#sketti rambles #morro ninjago #cole ninjago #ninjago #ninjago dotd #ninjago day of the departed #sorry yall. when i remembered i could actually post my thoughts on tumblr i started becoming more insufferable

[sharksandjays]

OC WRITING TIME!!!!

"Fynn, come back. I didn't mean it, you’re not a liar." Jay sighed, exhaustedly walking after the teenager that was storming out of the monastery. "I just don't like talking about Nadakhan with my family, ok?"

"Oh, well I'm SORRY you don't LIKE IT!" Fynn seethed, whirling on the man, stopping him dead in his tracks. His eyes flashed a bright red in his anger. “I’m sorry you get the privilege to not think about it.” 

Jay bit back a snarky remark, instead putting a hand on his hips as he glared down at the kid. “You don’t know anything-”

“Oh,” Fynn barked out a laugh, “oh I know way more than you think.” 

Now Jay was mad. His hands sparked and he bared his teeth. “Look, kid, just because you saw my memories doesn’t mean you know anything about what I had to go through, alright? You don’t get to play the victim here!” 

Fynn went quiet, the red haired teen closing his mouth and changing his expression from anger to mild amusement, the kind of smirk on his face that made Jay seethe. “Oh, man, you really don’t know a thing about me, do you?” 

“What?” 

“And here you are, claiming to be my master.”

“I did not-”

“I was there.” 

The voice was so quiet that Jay almost didn’t catch it, but when he did he blinked, stopping dead in his tracks. The sparks fizzled out and he looked curiously down at the teen, who was looking away now and anxiously tapping his foot. “What?” 

“I was there. In Djinjago.” 

Jay paled. He had never seen this kid. That’s impossible! How old would he have had to be-  “How-”

Fynn bit his lip then slowly reached out a hand that began glowing red. He touched Jay’s shoulder warily and suddenly Jay was transported into the past. 

Floating islands, connected through rope and chain. Sky mines floating aimlessly among them, quiet despite the danger they promised. A temple slowly came above the clouds, rock and roots still hanging beneath it from its newly upheaved land. Frightened masked ghosts hung out of the windows, most of them not much older than 8, clutching the shutters as they watched the ground disappear beneath them. 

One of them was a boy with dark red hair, mouth covered in a mask. He was the oldest one there, at about 10 years old, and was quickly ushering everyone away from the windows. 

“Quickly, everyone to safety!” Their sensei, Yang, whispered urgently, pushing them to the back doors as he approached the front ones. When Fynn managed to get everyone out, he followed behind Yang, peeking out of the door behind him as his master strode confidently out–looking at the figures above them. 

Nadakhan. 

They’d seen him on the news. 

The little boy swallowed nervously, glancing down at his hands. Would his power help now? No, he can’t touch the djinn. That’s too dangerous. 

Why was he so useless? 

“What a pretty temple! But it's so dirty…why don't you clean it out.” They all heard what the djinn said, and saw the water pumps being readied. 

“Wait!” Yang shouted. “This is my temple! All we have is children. We will leave you in peace!”

“Children, you say?” The djinn mused from his spot above them, before disappearing and reappearing in front of Yang. He glanced behind Yang to look at the boy in the door, before turning his gaze to the other ghost children that had gathered on the side of the building, cowering. His eyes seemed to narrow as he took in their outfits. “Hmph, Ninjas.” 

“We do not associate ourselves with Sensei Wu and his ninja.” Yang pleaded, stepping back to cover the red haired boy in the doorway. “We study in private. We will not be of harm to you.” 

“Will you now?” Nadakhan cocked his head at the boy he was protecting. “Even with elemental masters by your side?”

Both the boy and Yang paled, if that was even possible for a ghost to do. “N-no you must be mistaken-” The sensei hastily explained before being cut off with a scream as the djinn disappeared and reappeared holding the red haired boy up by his arm. With a flick of his wrist another pirate sprayed water around the peripheral of the temple, blocking the sensei from following. 

“Hmmm, memory I see. That would be very useful.” Nadakhan whispered, eyes searching the kid’s face, the kid who was screaming and punching and kicking at the djinn. His hands suddenly glowed a bright red, causing the djinn’s mind to fuzz, and Nadakhan quickly dropped him, shaking his head as he tried to remember what he had for breakfast that morning.

…Why was that so important right now?

With a frustrated growl, he glared at the boy who was crumbled on the ground giving him a half cocky half nervous smile. 

That smile. 

That smile was so fucking familiar. 

Arrogant. Cocky. So fucking scared but not wanting to show it. 

How many little birds must he break? 

“You.” He snapped. “I can give you anything. Three wishes. I suggest you use them now before my patience is gone.” After all, he had other things to take care of on his ship.

Other…people. 

The kid’s eyes widened, seeming to forget the incident from a second ago, and his eyes shone a little bit. “Wishes? Anything?” 

“Fynn, no!” Yang yelled from the temple, trying to step forward but hissing as his foot twitched in contact with the water blocking him. “he’s trying to trick you! He wants your power!” 

They both ignored him. “Yes, anything child.” Nadakhan didn’t even bother laying out the rules for the child. What child would wish for death, harm, or more wishes?

“I wish for more wishes!” 

This one apparently. 

Gritting his teeth, Nadakhan’s grip tightened on his sword. “No wishing for more wishes.”

“Why?

“Because that’s how it works.”

“But why?” 

Nadakhan drew his sword, giving a devilish smile to the kid, which shut him up very quickly. “Must I remind you of the stakes? No playing around. Make the wishes, child. Or else I'll water your home down.” 

He wasn’t playing around. Little did he know that the child in question was thinking fast. Thinking so fast of what he could do. How could he save his family? His friends? Himself? 

Where were the ninja? He knows the lightning one was here. He knows he is here right now! On the ship. Why isn’t he helping? How could he call him? Should he?

…Would he even answer? He saw him when they paraded him around the city. Chained, stumbling, eyes dazed. 

Broken. 

Weak. 

Unreliable.

And so the little 10 year old red haired boy, with trembling lips and hands, looked up at the djinn and opened his mouth. He did all he could do. He had to rely on himself now.

“I wish for my family to be safe.” 

Jay’s eyes snapped open, going from red back to his normal blue. He opened his mouth as his eyes met the teenager below him, who had wrenched his hand away and had taken a step back, expression turning wary and guarded. 

“Fynn-” 

“Now you see.” The boy hissed, crossing his arms. “I’m not a liar.”

Jay groaned and rubbed his forehead, still trying to rid himself of the fuzzy feeling in his brain. “I’m sorry for calling you a liar.” He paused, then slowly looked back at him and said. “But, Fynn, you know I absolutely would have saved you right?”

The teen stiffened, eyes widening at the phrase, before immediately dropping his shoulders and laughing. “Sure, Jay. Sure.” He chuckled and turned around, shoving his hands in his pockets and continuing his exit from the monastery. “I know what you did up there. He would have dangled your friends in front of you and you would have killed me in seconds flat.” He tilted his head back at the frozen Jay, giving a tight smile, his eyes a dangerous red haze. “Which is completely ok. I would do the same.” 

Before he could make his way to the courtyard Jay lurched forward and grabbed his arm. “But I reversed the timeline! I wished-” 

“Your WISH didn’t do SHIT” Fynn suddenly screamed, wrenching his arm away as if he was burned. In Jay’s agitated state, it’s very possible he was. He shook suddenly, stumbling backwards from the blue ninja onto the courtyard. The ninja in question stood bewildered at the outburst, hand still outstretched. “My family is gone.” 

“Fynn-” 

“My family is GONE. And WHERE IS YOURS?”

Jay swallowed. 

“Where are they?” Fynn repeated harshly, hands forming fists at his sides. 

“Here.” Jay whispered. 

Fynn stood there, in a wide stance as if about to fight, squinting his eyes before snickering. 

“You weak fuck.” 

And then he turned on his heels and disappeared into the night. 

--

Sorry for the long post. I've been in a writing mood today and wanted to write this scene from my AU. I was talking to @taddymason about how our aus just love to torture Jay so i decided to write it. This is literally just one big insult to Jay so.

Do i have to warn for cursing? I hope not. Fynn is a teenager with emotional dysregulation so im sure you guys can understand.

Anyways. LORE!

#ninjago #ninjago thoughts #ninjago jay #jay walker #sharkwrites #fynn the feral walker #ninjago au #ninjago fanfiction #hope you like it akgsjdh #i havent done my oc stuff in a hot second #sharksocs

[blu3cl0v3rs]

I HAVE AN AU! Again.

Essentially, instead of Morro getting sent back to the Departed Realm, he gets stuck in Ninjago and shares residence of the attic of Sensei Yang's temple.

Cue Cole popping up to just hang out with the two ghosts up there. He eventually befriends Morro, and now Cole has to hide the two ghosts in the attic.

Some months later, there are rumors that say some ghosts from the Stiix Incident lived, and were hiding out in some no-name village near Stiix's remains. Cole volunteers to check it out.

Guess who he finds? Bansha, Wrayth, Ghoultar, and Soul Archer! He makes a deal with them to move into the attic with Morro and Sensei Yang until they find a better place to lie low.

Now he has to hide six ghosts in the attic.

Cue chaos and shenanigans.

...

Cole should've thought this through.

I will add extra details in a different post if you want?

#ninjago #morro #ninjago morro #morro ninjago #morro master of wind #morro wu #lego ninjago #cole ninjago #cole bucket #ninjago cole #cole brookstone #ninjago bansha #ghoultar #soul archer #wrayth #sensei yang #should i call this au #the fic will be called “The Ghosts in My Attic” once i publish it #fic wip

[nyaskitten]

Quirky short fic idea where Lloyd goes thru the Merged Realms pre-"The Merge Part 1" and goes to random iconic Ninjago locations, but now they're very, very different...

In other words he goes back to Yang's Temple and finds it in shambles, and the Ghost of Sensei Yang just barely holding onto his broken Temple.

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #raine's rambles

[ramspatula]

Carnations | Cole Brookstone x reader Part 7

Why did this happen to you? Why did this happen to us?

Previous part, Masterlist, Next part

The silence was deafening and he refused to look at me. I couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t.

“How?”

I couldn’t get anything else out.

“We had to get this scroll in order to learn airjitsu from this haunted temple.” Cole said and I nodded.

“And?”

“And there was rule. You had to get out by dawn and everyone did… but me. Otherwise Sensei Yang essentially keeps you. He took away my body. I’m not alive anymore, Y/n.” He told me and my eyes watered, I shook my head.

“You’re not dead- you didn’t die.” I rambled and he nodded.

“But I’m not alive either. I have no pulse. Try to cut me- I don’t bleed-! I can’t even be touched physically anymore!” He exclaimed and I started crying. I wanted to run to him. I stepped towards him and he backed up. “Another thing. If any water lands on me. I die like actually die as in there is no more this form or anything.” He said and I just broke down and sobbed. Into my own hands. I sat down against his door and just sobbed.

“But I promised-!” I half said and he just looked at me with guilt. “-I promised her-“ I said and he frowned.

“Promised who?” He asked and I shook my head.

“She came back.” I said and he just frowned. “Your grandmother.” I clarified and he shook his head.

“You actually saw her?!” He said and kneeled down to my level.

“Yes! She’s the original carnation and newspaper lady ghost!” I said and he shook his head.

“Wow-“

“She made me promise to look after you-”

“-no! No. I look after you, okay? You can’t defend me the way I can defend you. Listen to me, Y/n. I have to protect you. I have to stop you from getting hurt. I can’t do that like this if I can’t even hug you when you cry.” He said and I shook my head.

“Don’t do this to me.” Is all I could say.

“Don’t say that… I love you.” He said and I just looked at him and rubbed my eyes. “I love you so much.” He whispered and I opened my arms towards him now that I wasn’t crying. He sighed and walked forward. He didn’t go through me. In fact it felt like how it always felt when I hugged him, he was just a little colder. He kissed the top of my head and I felt him rest his head there.

“We almost had it all…” I said and he nodded. “It was so good.” I added and I just felt him hold me tighter and I did the same, a tear slipped out before I could stop it and I watched it land on his arm. “Fuck!” I exclaimed and pushed myself away.

“I’m so sorry!” I immediately said and he looked at me strangely before looking at the tear on his arm.

“What the-“

“I’m so sorry.” I cried harder and he grabbed my face. I looked up in concern. He wiped my wet cheeks with his thumb and stared at it on his ghostly arm.

“It’s not burning. It’s just wet. It feels normal.” He said and it took me a moment to catch up with him.

“What- what does that mean?” I asked, frantically. Scared I hurt him. He just smiled happily and laughed before kissing me. I let him and took a moment to respond to the kiss. When he let go he rested his head on mine.

“It means- it means that I’m immune to you. You don’t effect me!” He said and I smiled.

“Really?!- you got that from a tear?!” I questioned and he shrugged.

“Saliva too.” He said and I just shook my head and clung to him.

“Does this mean we can make it work?” I asked and he looked at me and smiled.

“Yeah, it does… only if you want this. To be with a man who isn’t alive.” He said and I shrugged.

“Well my whole thing is kinda ghosts so this actually works out perfectly for us! We’re probably the best couple for this to happen to!” I exclaimed and he shrugged.

“Probably… poor Peach.” He suddenly said and I frowned.

“Is Lloyd actually possessed?” I asked and Cole nodded.

“Big time. He’s only broke through it once. To speak to Peach. Morro has a good grip on him-“

“He only broke through to speak to Peach?” I asked and he nodded.

“Told her to stay safe… and away from him. It really tore her apart. We knew we had to send her home at that point-“

“But she didn’t go home.” I said and he paused.

“I know she was at the tea shop… I really don’t know much about what happened with her that’s a Kai question- he’s the one closer to all of it and Lloyd.” Cole said and I nodded.

“He feels responsible for her with Lloyd gone?” I asked and Cole nodded.

“Don’t tell Peach but… Morro told Kai that she’s on his mind because Lloyd only thinks of her. Lloyd’s still fighting him to get back to her. They want you both. Peach for the fact she can go through the different realms and she’s like the human realm crystal-“

“But she’s got such bad energy right now-“

“I’d that’s some crystal joke I’m gonna pretend you never said that- anyway, they want you too. You brought Morro into this realm with a single touch. The ghosts you see have some attraction to you. My grandmother- your feelings for me. Morro- being close to Lloyd and having exposure to his element. Ghosts want to find you because you can see through realms like they’re not there.” He explained and I froze. “You and Peach go hand in hand. You can see through the realms. She can go through them. You’re the third eye and she’s essentially the shell that protects you. You don’t know how essential you are.” A lot of big words and information there.

“Third eye? Like-“ I made an ‘o’ with my hand and put it to my forehead to symbolise a third eye.

“If that’s how you see it?” He questioned but nodded anyway.

“Wow… I’m definitely not high enough for this.” I said and he frowned.

“You’re high?” He questioned and the door slowly creaked open. Peach, Kai, Jay and Nya all stood there. Jay had a pack of grapes in his hand and was shovelling them into his mouth.

“In her defence… Peach is a bad influence.” Kai immediately pointed at Peach who shrugged.

“I am severely depressed right now.” She said and smiled. Jay nodded like it was the most meaningful thing he’d ever heard.

“Amen.” He said and ate another grape.

0:57————|——— -2:10

“So what are we gonna do about this whole possession situation?” Peach asked. We were back in the camp chair formation with a campfire in the middle. We were still outside the tea shop.

“Well, Morro currently hates us because we have something he wants so we’re gonna set up some traps.” Nya filled us in after taking a drag and passing the blunt around.

“Yeah, water traps, so be careful.” Cole warned and I watched as his fingers went through the blunt once and then he grabbed it the second time and gave it to me. Ghosts couldn’t get high apparently. Shame. I’d never met high Cole before.

“Since you guys were the first to meet Morro and bring him through to us- and didn’t even tell us! You’re gonna have to come live here. Because he knows where you live!” Jay told us and Kai looked at him with wide eyes.

“I forgot how mean high Jay was.” Kai said and Jay didn’t even look at him.

“I forgot what a bitch high Kai was- oh wait… nothings different.” Jay said and Kai turned away, tears welling in his eyes.

“High Kai is super sensitive.” Cole whispered to me and I nodded.

“Trust me, I can see.” I said and Cole winked as I leaned down to cuddle into his chest as everyone went on.

“Jay- matey! I think yee should leave poor wee Kai alone-!” Zane exclaimed and I looked back up at Cole in shock.

“Don’t ask… Stiix is a horrible place.” He simply said and I nodded. Leaning back down.

“I can’t stop thinking about Lloyd…” Peach said and Kai nodded.

“Me too…” he agreed and I played with something on Cole’s ninja suit.

“I should probably tell you guys about the other weird ghost in my house again yesterday.” I said and they all sat up.

“I’m gonna burn that apartment.” Peach promised and Kai nodded.

“Once this is over, I’ll help you.” He said and they shook on it.

“Did you find out a name-“

“Gunther or something- he yelled it at me.” I told them and the ninjas all shared similar reactions.

“We’ve met him. He’s as bright as roadkill.” Cole said and I just nodded.

“So we just wait for them to-“ Peaxh was cut off by the loud voice is some guy in a straw hat like Wu wore.

“I hope you know that all smoking and the use of any substances on these premises is condemned.” That guy said. I took a long drag of the blunt and Peach took a long vape only to let the smoke fall out her mouth as she leaned her head back. Cole lifted my jaw up with his hand and opened his mouth like he was gonna kiss me only for me to breathe smoke into his mouth. Nya took the blunt out my hand as she walked past to take a drag and blow it in his face.

“Don’t tell us what to fucking do, Ronan.” She told him and Kai threw the empty bottle of tequila he had sitting pretty next to him at the floor next to Ronan. “You don’t care about us, about Lloyd, about this fucking shop. So don’t act as if you do and don’t try to fucking regiment us.” She told him and took another drag.

“Who’s this guy, anyway?”I asked and Peach, glitched in her seat a little.

“So that’s Lloyd’s girl?…. Shock.” He said and she smiled, unfazed. “Ghostie’s managed to keep one around as well. I thought when he turned see through he’d never get his dick wet again.” He said and suddenly a large water stain emerged on his crotch until water started leaking like a water fall through his trousers onto the floor.

“Haha- he’s pissed himself.” Jay laughed, and Ronan fumed.

“You little bitch.” He gritted his teeth at Nya.

“Why don’t you go visit your daughter. I hear she misses Daddy.” Cole said and I looked up at him in shock.

“Shut up… pass me the fucking blunt it’s been a long day.” He sighed and took the blunt and took a long drag before taking out a flask and taking a heavy sip. “Fuck I needed that.” He said as he sat on the bench near the campfire. “What’s your kids plan tomorrow?” He asked and Kai sighed.

“Gotta go and catch up to Morro.” He told Ronan who nodded.

“What you doing with the girls?” Ronan dared to ask and they tensed.

“If you’re confused, Y/n, this is the part where they tell us we’re fragile and slow them down so we sit still and look pretty at the tea shop and “help out” there where we’ll be safe.” Peach said and I frowned.

“The fuck-“ I said and Cole immediately stopped my complaint.

“Having you there with us will only make us, me especially, worry more and then we lose focus and that can be really bad. We don’t like having to leave you here but we know we have to. It’s all about keeping you safe.” He told me and I looked at Peach.

“You’re right it does feel like shit.” I said to Peach who smiled. “We’re like military wives! I’m the widow who’s gone crazy and thinks her husband’s ghost is actually real and with her so she never moves on and you’re the military wife who’s husband keeps promising he’ll be back in a few months-!” I exclaimed and she nodded.

“It’s really thrilling having to wait to see if the person you love is still alive.” She said and I nodded. “First day is always the hardest.” Peach clarified and I chuckled.

“No wonder you’re fucking crazy.” I said and she only smiled.

“It’s only a matter of time…” She told me and I laid on Cole’s chest. Who held onto guiltily to me.

0:57————|——— -2:10

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Cole promised and kissed my head.

“Better be.” I told him and he smiled.

“I love you.” He said and I somehow smiled harder.

“I love you too.” I held his face and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss and left a quick peck on my nose before running off to join his team.

“-you see Lloyd. You tell him to come back. I need him back.” Peach told Kai who nodded. Both completely sober now.

“Of course.” He promised her.

Me and Peach both watched as the flying ship left. The Wounty or something.

“They just leave… like that?” I asked Peach who nodded.

“Like that.” She sighed. “Everytime.” She walked towards a bucket. “Elders want us to help clean up this place. I’ll let you off easy and you can water the plants. There’s a watering can in that shed if you want to go fetch it now.” Peach said and yelled in shock as she discovered there was a whole in her full bucket. “Nya and her fucking water training.” She cursed and threw the bucket.

When I entered the shed, Ronan was sat there with this sword thing. He froze when I saw him and I leaned down to grab the watering can.

“Elders want us to clean up so if you could put that sword thingy down and pick up a sponge, it would make us very happy.” I told him and he smiled before laughing a little.

“Sure kid, I’ll clean up the shop I own since it’s dirty with the mess you made.” He said and I frowned.

“…okay. You’re weird.” I told him and walked out. Peach was right outside. Ronan walked out as well with the sword thing.

“Told Ronan to help us out but he was rude as hell. He’s obsessing over some sword he has.” I told her and she frowned.

“What sword- OH MY-“ With that she sprinted off following his distant figure. Scared and confused. I ran after her, dropping the water can.

“Is that important?!” I yelled. “Do we really need to run for it?!” I yelled and she didn’t even look back at me.

“Yes it is- RONAN! YOU SNAKE!” She called and glitched way in front of me and I slowed down. Realising my fate. I heard Peach yell and I cut through this bit of the forest to see them both by the river bank as he floated away with the sword. Peach closed her eyes and focussed. The sword starting glitching and Ronan panicked. It glitched out his hands and onto the forest floor near Ronan next to the river. She sprinted only for Ronan to shoot her in the leg, she cried out and without thinking I ran to pick up the sword. Suddenly the air around me felt so heavy and there were multiple ghosts surrounding me as I picked up the sword. I could hear Peach’s heavy breaths as she tried to deal with the pain of being shot. The ghosts all stopped some paces away from me and didn’t go any further.

“I see you’ve met my friends.” It was the voice of the guy from in the kitchen- Morro -but it was Lloyd’s body. I was staring at Lloyd. “Sorry to hear your little interest is now like me. Too bad he won’t ever be able to touch you properly anymore. Lloyd understands. He can’t touch the person who loves anymore. Not unless I let him.” He crouched down before Peach and ripped off the sleeve of Lloyd’s green ninja gi. He wrapped the fabric around her thigh and tied it tightly. Peach was breathing heavily and dazed. “Poor thing. Lost a lot of blood. Don’t worry it’ll all be over soon.” Morro said and kissed the top of her head. “Once we find the realm crystal and unleash my master. I’ll take her… Make Lloyd watch as I never let him be with her again. Only watch as I control what he does. Feel what he wants to.” Morro told me and then smiled. It was horrible seeing Lloyd’s body be used like this. His face still his but nothing done was him. Not the dull eyes that were usually green. It almost reminded me of how dull Cole’s eyes looked now. “Maybe I’ll take you as well. With how much agro the ninja have caused me I deserve something extra from them.” I stayed next to Peach and rose the sword when he got closer.

“Go away.” I told him, voice shaky.

“How cute- stop!- no! -no!- ah! I-“ Morro started holding his head until he collapsed and Peach suddenly sat up quickly to hold him. His head rested on her shoulder.

“Lloyd?” She questioned and he nodded.

“Go…” he said, quietly. Warningly, and she held him. “Please…” he begged.

“Y/n! Run! Now!” Peach screamed.

“What about you?!-“

“Doesn’t matter! Go! Don’t stop and watch the sword!” She screamed as I sprinted away. When I looked back she was stroking the back of Lloyd’s hair and cradling his head and she spoke into his ear. Rocking them both gently.

I’d never ran so much in my life. I was out of breath and I could hear the crying and screaming of all these ghosts. Watch the sword. I looked down to see Ronan on the blade of the sword… in a reflection. He was jumping from behind me. I quickly spun around in disbelief and watched as he landed on the blade of the sword. His stomach sliced and he sucked in a breath in shock. I dropped the sword and covered my mouth as I screamed. “What did I just do?!” I questioned to myself. I couldn’t even think before I was being thrown to the ground. I watched as Morro picked up the sword and then grabbed Ronan by the back of his shirt. A green dragon emerged and I quickly crawled back in fear. It snapped its jaw at me as Morro climbed on.

“You’ve caused me enough hassle today.” He said and dropped Ronan to the ground. My breathing picked up suddenly the world felt too small. And then- nothing. Nothing except the laugh track of some TV show. I closed my eyes then opened them.

“Y/n?” It was Peach. I opened them to see her eating some selection box. “I think you were having a nightmare.” She said and I looked at her closely. She seemed a little tired but that’s normal. Pyjama T-shirt was on and pyjama shorts. I would’ve been convinced it was all a dream if I didn’t see the bandage poking out her pyjamas shorts.

“Morro-“

“Gone. Sword too. The ninja are on their way back.” She told me and I just started crying. She frowned. “Don’t do that. It’s not your fault. Morro is smart and in Lloyd’s body he’s more powerful than anyone.” She told me and continued to eat her food.

“But the sword thingy was really important! And I lost it!” I cried.

“Do you even know what it did?” She asked and I shook my head. “Do you know what we needed it for?” She asked and I shook my head.

“No.” I sniffed.

“Save your tears. There’s bigger mistakes to be made.” Peach said and I shook my head.

“Isn’t everyone gonna be like really upset? How important was it? What is actually going on?” I asked all in one and she gave me a look before putting her bowl down.

“I need to get you some food- anyway! You know Morro is a ghost and he’s tryna unleash some big scary monster from the cursed realm who is his master, right?” She asked and I nodded. “Okay! Well, the ninja are obviously trying to stop that. And to do that they need to find the realm crystal to stop him and hopefully get Lloyd back. Heavy on that one.” She emphasised and I nodded.

“I’m following… kinda.” I said and she nodded.

“In order to find the realm crystal they have to learn how to do airjitzu, they’ve done that, it’s sort of like spinjitzu in the air. There’s a lot of jitzus going on around here. Anyway they’ve done that. Then they needed the sword that we just lost. It was called the sword of sanctuary. It likes gives you a glimpse into the future and what your enemy is about to do. Thats how you knew Ronan was about to jump onto you-!” I didn’t want to remember that.

“What else did they need?”

“It’s complicated.” Peach said and swallowed a bite. “They need to find the first spinjitzu master’s tomb, who’s Lloyd’s grandad by the way, because the realm crystal is with him but they can’t do that until they collect the 3 hidden symbols. Airjitzu, sword of sanctuary and- and- I don’t actually remember the last one but I know it’s important.” Peach said I rubbed my temples.

“I really fucked up then?” I said and she shook her head.

“It’s okay! We’ve all done it!” She exclaimed and turned to face me. “Look, the first ever time I was with Lloyd and involved in this ninja stuff it was literally when he was about to fight his Dad in the final battle. It was up to me to stop the final battle happening by placing the helmet ontop of its perch on this huge clock.” She said and I gasped.

“You couldn’t do it?!” I asked and she shook her head and put her food down. It clearly still annoyed her.

“I was a second late.” She turned to look at me. “That’s why they call me slow. It’s also why I don’t really like coming around here sometimes. It still bothers me.” She admitted and I looked up at her through watery eyes.

“Is this gonna be that bad?” I asked and she shook her head.

“No. We can get the sword back, we can stop Morro. I can’t reverse the final battle. No matter how hard I think about it and now I couldn’t save Lloyd again. He’s saved me so many times I’m starting to believe he does put in more effort.” Peach admitted and I frowned.

“He’s the green ninja. It’s his job to save you. I’d be annoyed if he didn’t. And Morro’s a dick.” I said and she nodded.

“He is.” She agreed.

“Plus, the final battle stopped Garmadon and turned him good.” I reminded her and she shrugged.

“Believe me, nothing is stopping that old man.” Peach joked and I heard someone scoff.

“Watch who you’re calling old.” He said and ruffled her hair. “Daughter of mine.” He added and I felt my heart melt.

“Oh yeah? Remind me how many candles I need to put on your cake this year?” She asked and his face didn’t change.

“1346.” He said and I almost chocked on nothing.

“One thousand three hundred and forty six?! Like years old?!” I asked and Peach looked at me and then him.

“She’s not calling you old. She’s saying you’re practically an ancient ruin.” Peach told him and he stuck his tongue out playfully. Oh my god. Like father like son except nothing is different. They kinda have the same haircut as well.

“Y/n! How about we all get introduced?” He suggested and another voice cut in.

“Yes, I agree brother. We should all get to know one another if we are to soon be living under the same roof.” Wu told us. Peach almost did choke on her pasta and I spun around.

“Since when?!” I asked and she pointed at me in agreement.

“I’m afraid your apartment is too unsafe without a barrier around it like the monastery.” Wu added.

“I have an idea- hear me out- we put a barrier around the apartment.” Peach suggested and I nodded.

“My room?!” I suddenly grabbed the sides of my head in shock.

“Well shit.” Peach said.

“I wanted to tell them.” Garmadon sulked and I turned to Peach.

“He’s so a Pookie.” I told her and she shook her head.

“He’s not a Pookie, he’s the Pookie.” She told me and I nodded.

“I vote we kick Lloyd out and put him in.” I said and we shook hands.

“I vote that too.” She agreed.

“I too would like to vote to kick my son out this Pookie group. We should update our Facebook status.” Garmadon said and I looked at Peach in disbelief.

“He’s perfect.” I said and he smiled.

“He’s devious. Watch out.” Peach said and shuffled over so the man could sit between us.

“Do you know why I had 4 arms?” He asked, devious looked and I frowned.

“Because you were an evil overlord?” I asked and he smiled.

“No… Yes.” He sighed but shook his head. “It’s to give twice as many hugs!” He said and pulled both me and Peach in for a hug.

“Woah!” I said in shock but patted the arm around me.

“Garm, you’re the Dad I never had and I love this but my leg-! Oh my god… you and Lloyd have the same deodorant.” Peach said and removed the arm around her.

“Misako does the shopping!” He exclaimed and she shook her head in disbelief.

“What’s happening in here?” Misako asked as she walked in.

“Lloyd and Garmadon have the same deodorant.” I told her and she frowned.

“They both have sensitive armpits.” She said and Garmadon nodded.

“Lloyd’s armpits are really sensitive.” Peach revealed and I cringed.

“Cole’s armpits are really hairy. Like long as well and thick. I pulled it once. He didn’t find it as funny as I did…” I revealed and Peach giggled.

“The thought…” Peach said, absentmindedly.

“I still can’t believe I lost that sword.” I sighed and Peach groaned.

“Really?!” She asked and I turned to look at her.

“I can.” Garmadon said and I sharply turned to him.

“Not the most comforting thing to say but okay.” Peach commented.

“Morro and the ninja are highly trained and I believe you only take one self defence class a week with Kai?” Garmadon questioned and I cringed.

“Oh this was your plan all along!” Peach suddenly sat up.

“You get us evicted so we have to come live with you and train full time oh it’s so evil. I blame you.” Peach said and turned to Garmadon.

“Guilty.” He said and raised his hands. Misako rolled her eyes.

“I’m afraid training is mandatory to stay at the monestary with us all but it will help with future events like this.” Misako told us and I frowned.

“This is gonna happen again?!” I questioned.

“Most definitely.” Wu jumped in. “That is the burden that we carry but as fate’s soldiers. We must do our duty.” Wu said and I turned to Peach.

“He’s good.” I said.

“Yeah until you realise it’s gonna take like 10 years before we’re like the ninja.” She said and I looked back.

“Not so good.” I said and Garmadon rolled his eyes.

“It will not take you 10 years.” He stood up and sighed. “Even if it did. It would’ve be a problem considering you are most likely to live to my age.” Garmadon said and I sat up.

“I’m gonna be that old?!” I questioned and Garmadon frowned.

“Yes, my brother is that old. However, he often forgets it.” Wu slyly jabbed and Garmadon waited until he was next to him to throw his arm around him and practically start old man wrestling.

“Calling me old? You’re only 2 years younger- my knee!” Garmadon screeched.

“My back!” Wu yelled and both men timed out.

“These men are responsible for training Ninjago’s saviours. The two sons of the first spinjitzu master.” Peach said and I laughed.

0:57————|——— -2:10

“Hey… I know it may not seem like it but having you here… will mean the world to Cole.” Misako told me and I frowned. Looking at the ship coming in closer.

“Really? It doesn’t seem that way. He made me feel like I make him worry more and lose focus.” I said and she frowned.

“Maybe if you were out there fighting but him knowing that he’s coming back to you. And you’re in what he knows to be a safe environment… they don’t like to admit it but having that support system waiting for them, makes them work harder.” Misako told me and Peach nodded from where she was sat.

“At the end of the day it’s not the others they seek comfort from and want to talk about everything to. It’s us.” Peach added and I nodded.

“I’ll keep it in mind.” The conversation ended as the ship landed and Cole was immediately jumping off the side of the ship and running towards me. I immediately clung to him and he checked me over frantically.

“I’m okay, I’m okay. Just a few bruises.” I told him and he shook his head.

“That was so dangerous. Going directly against Morro like that. Going against Ronin! You could’ve been badly hurt or killed!” He scolded and I felt tears enter my eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I just said and his face fell. He immediately cradled my head into his chest and used the other half of his body to practically shield me from everyone else as I sobbed. “I lost the sword-! I- I almost got killed. I was so scared! I couldn’t run fast enough! I stabbed Ronin-!” It all came out and he hushed me.

“It’s okay… it’s okay.” He soothed and kissed my forehead. “You’re okay. As long as you’re okay.” He repeated and I sniffed. Clinging onto him.

“I messed up…” I said and he shook his head.

“And I’ve done so much worse.” Cole told me. “Wanna talk about mistakes? I accidentally became a ghost!” He tried to comfort me and I shook my head.

“I should’ve ran faster.” I said and he held me tighter.

“No you were amazing. You’ve never done any of this before. It’s all new and you’re handling everything better than I could ever ask you to.” Cole said and took both my hands in his as he kneeled down. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You were so brave! I just get so scared of losing you. I wouldn’t ever stop blaming myself if you had been seriously hurt or even killed.” Cole said and I sniffed.

“You’re not upset about the sword?” I asked and he shook his head.

“I’m furious.” He said and I felt my body stiffen. “At Morro and his little gang.” He added and I breathed in relief.

“He had a really big dragon.” I said and Cole smiled.

“So you met Lloyd’s dragon? He’s not quite as big as mine. His name’s Rocky. You’ll love him!” Cole exclaimed and I became slightly frightened.

“You have a dragon?!” I questioned and he slightly cringed at my tone.

“We all do.” He told me and I nodded in shock.

“Yo! Did anyone know that Peach got shot?!” Jay said alarmed.

“Lloyd’s gonna kill me.” Kai rubbed his temples. “He made me promise that she’d stay out of it.” Kai admitted.

#cole brookstone #cole brookstone x reader #jay walker #earth ninja #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #ninjago #ninjago cole #nya smith #ninjago zane #zane julien #ninjago skylor #ninjago lloyd #ninjago nya #ninjago jay #ninjago kai

[pastelpoltergeist]

I feel like Sensei Yangs temple should have stayed the ninjas hideout honestly, not that dislike the monastery or anything but like

Come on

A floating temple as a base is so cool, not to mention I personally would have loved to see how they renovated and expanded upon something like that

#lego ninjago #ninjago #thoughts

[bostrichidae]

i took the concept of ghosts in ninjago, applied some basic knowledge from middle school science class, and came out with this. this also discusses some headcanons about master yang and the ninjago lore in general.

So basically, we know that Ninjago as a realm has a strong connection to the departed realm. The departed realm is fundamentally different than Ninjago, therefore it would have elements unknown to other realms. When the departed realm was created and the connection was forged, a certain element started seeping into Ninjago. It went unnoticed for centuries until it finally reached a high enough concentration for certain powerful spirits to possess the molecules (two of the element’s atoms) of it and freely control it to their will. The state of the ghosts you see in the show is somewhere in between gas and liquid, which allows them to be somewhat visible. In this state, they are able to take any shape they please. but they aren’t dense enough to affect solids. That’s where the concept of concentration comes in. In Possession, we saw how Cole had to concentrate in order to touch anything. What’s happening here is that the spirit is able to completely change certain elements found in the air, mainly oxygen and carbon. They can temporarily transform the atoms into the element and increase their own density to the point where they basically become solid. However, as I said before, the transformation is temporary and also causes great strain on the spirit. Something similar occurs when they possess an object. Usually, when a ghost possesses something or someone, the appearance changes. This is because atoms of the ghost element are latching on the the molecules and basically acting as puppeteers; not transforming, simply controlling. But there’s a huge problem. The ghost element (or the GE) can transform oxygen, carbon, and other various gases as I mentioned earlier- but only as gases. Any denser than that and the GE is overwhelmed and begins to break apart, causing the spirit to lose control over it. You may notice that I seem to be describing the GE as a living thing, but it’s just an element. Just a very strange element from a very strange realm. The GE only shows some of the seven characteristics required to be classified as a living thing.

But that’s enough about that; let’s discuss a couple canon events (and a character who’s associated with both of them); That of course being Sensei Yang. He was able to harness the power of the connection between the realms and permanently make more GE out of anything he wishes. But why? Well, I have an idea. And it has to do with the whole yin yang thing in Day of the Departed and the Yin Blade. I haven’t watched DOTD in like a year, so I apologize if I remembered something incorrectly. Ninjago as a show is constantly talking about balance, so wouldn’t it make sense for two deeply connected realms to have agents to maintain that balance? That’s where I present to you: a spirit named Yin, a child of the Departed Realm, and a mortal named Yang, a citizen of Ninjago. They didn’t know they were connected, seeing as they were unaware of the other’s existence, but always thought that there was something missing. But eventually, they found out. How they found out was lost to time. But Yang wanted to reach his brother, and so did Yin. Yang spent years studying the world of Ninjago, which lead him to discovering Spinjitsu and making his own variant of the art. He learned the secrets of the GE, and using that knowledge, created an artificial vessel for Yin to cross over into Ninjago (any guesses as to what that might have been? It's kind of obvious). But he was disturbing the balance. Destiny cursed him by turning him immortal, and by making sure that he and Yin could never be united in their immortal lives. It bound him to the temple, and separated him from the blade and his brother. But that’s all kinda unrelated. Sensei Yang was an agent of balance, and was gifted tremendous power in order to carry out his duty. By the time Destiny realized his misuse of this power, it was too late to take them away from the former mortal.

this is kinda badly written and its from a couple months ago but i still stand by this concept as one of the best ideas to come out of my brain (at least compared to all the bad ideas).

#ninjago headcanons #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago season 5 #ninjago dotd #ninjago yang #ninjago cole #i wrote this months ago

[cookii-moon]

I just realized Sensei Yang's backstory could have passed as a legitimate horror story in any other circumstance if it was executed right.

..am I the only one who thinks so?

Let's not beat around the bush t's really not scary in the show. Like at all. Literally the most he does is turn Cole into a ghost and handcuff him once then proceed to spill his sad sob story which.. the way it's delivered really falls flat. And the Lego aesthetic, while not usually an issue, doesn't do much to help his case. I mean I'm not complaining because my horror tolerance isn't very good, but like... the story itself genuinely feels like it could legitimately have been pretty spooky if it was done differently?

Like a real world, abandoned Japanese temple/dojo, said to be haunted by it's former master who killed all of his students and himself in a fit of madness and threw the surrounding area into an unexplained diseased decay, cursed to haunt it until his last breaths and passing that curse onto any who enter after dark? That sounds like a horror story that could legitimately exist. And maybe be featured as one of the most allegedly haunted locations because apparently there's entire agencies dedicated to measuring how "paranormal" a place is and giving out titles for it.

But uh, yeah. The whole point of this is just... that Yang was underutilized. Oh, and he has connections to dark magic, and is still in the temple. We have NO clue what happened to him outside of Way of the departed, which isn't even finished so we still don't have an answer and even then it's not fully canon yet. And magic in Ninjago in general is underutilized. Like the writers really just went and said "hey so yeah magic exists in Ninjago and has existed in it for like thousands of years and (According to WotD) has connections to the earth element and we're going to keep dropping minor magic using villains but we're not going to elaborate on it at all" like they just dropped the equivalent of a hollow bombshell on us and NOBODY talks about it like W H A T.

...I may have plans to explore that in an AU but that's far from ready yet.

Anyway bye. I just... noticed this. Randomly. I would say it was a 3 am thought but it wasn't 3 am so.

#ninjago #ninjago yang #What else do you even tag this #Okay but like they could have tried harder with season 5 #Like we're all in agreement of that right #I understand why not #Because like #The preeminent itself is probably enough to give kids nightmares #And we probably don't need phasmophobia style ghosts in a kids show #Especially not with Cole #That said some of the ghosts we actually got look like they may have been burnt alive #So #There's that #Actually wait no Morro WAS burned alive #... #Just saying #They could have made Yang sound creepier #You know for all the Ghost Cole stuff in the fandom #I say that as if it's a lot when it's not please help I'm starving over here #We really don't have much in the terms of exploring Yang or the other ghosts #Or yknow #Ninjago ghosts in general #Cookie’s thoughts

[k-star-holic]

Yang Ik-Joon, Gaslighting Victims "Crawling Under His Legs" (The Black 2 Soul Destructors)

#The Black 2 Soul Destructors #Sensei #Ship-owner #Gaslighting #Buddhist temple #Victims #Savages #Yang Ik-Joon #Friend #Sindo #Jasin #Confessions

[crossroads-of-the-raven]

Ninjago Season 7 in a Boat Sized Nutshell - So I heard that people have a hard time remembering this season so I wrote this:

(I mainly studied it to do a rewrite, post DotD AU)

TLDR; Twin Masters of Time, lost the battle to take over Ninjago in the past so, in the present, they work to go back in time so they can win the past battle with their new Snake Samurai army - also the Elder Twin is the reason why Kai and Nya were orphans.

For the long version; buckle up:

It starts the day after the Day of the Departed.

Cole is human, has new lava themed super strength/punches with the power of the staff of quakes and he has a cool ghost green scar (that is never talked about outside of a could-be-canon book: Way of the Departed; which takes place after S7 and before S8).

(TLDR about the scar; it's supposed to be a door to the Departed Realm that slowly gets bigger with exposure to yin/dark energy which means it's slowly splitting Cole's head open, and yes it is painful - this was considered too dark for the show - but they still gave us the Oni Trilogy)

The Ninja are at work cleaning up the museum after the events of the fight (the museum mess is mainly Dareth's fault though)

The Ninja have also decided to move into Sensei Yang's (no longer cursed) floating temple. Because of this Misako, Ronin, and Dareth are helping with moving day (but Dareth is just supervising because apparently he got a bad back after the events of DotD so Ronin and Misako are doing all the work).

Wu, meanwhile, is at the ruins of the original Monastery, waiting.

Back at the Museum, Cole is having trouble controlling his powers and Kai and Nya find a painting of their parents that was done a short while before they disappeared. (This is also where we find out that Nya was three when Ray and Maya disappeared).

(IDK where it was said but apparently Kai is two year older then Nya which means he was five when he became the man of the house - as someone whose parents grew up in Third World environments, a five year old with this type of responsibility is considered normal and acceptable especially when the kid is the eldest child who is expected to be the third parent).

The Ninja find a different painting of an Battle that took place almost directly after the events of the Serpentine War.

The painting shows Wu and Garmadon fighting the Hands of Time (Twin Elemental Masters of Time).

Back with Wu, the younger Twin, Acronix, has arrived in the present at the Monastery, exactly forty years after the Battle in the painting.

The Time Twins don't actually have their powers as their powers were put into four Time Blades made of chronosteel; the blade that speeds up time shows up in the present and this causes time to skip forward a few minutes.

Acronix beats up Wu and uses the blade to starts aging him forward, the Ninja arrive and Acronix escapes to meet up with the museum director who is in disguise and is actually Krux the older Twin brother who is now forty years older.

Krux grew with the times and hates technology (not like Kai, Kai accepts tech, Krux wants to destroy all tech)

Acronix is new to the present age and thinks that technology is the best thing to ever happen.

After the fight at the Monastery, the Ninja think that they won but then a Snake Samurai starts attacking the new Borg store.

The Ninja fight, Borg gets kidnapped and Zane is down for the count AGAIN.

Kai goes to the museum to get information on the Snake Samurai helmet that he was able to take (and we get a flashback of when Kai(2) met Nya the day she was brought home).

Nya tries to fix Zane (and find out what attacked him - and finds out that is was the Hands of Time but only finds out after Kai gets to the museum).

The Snake Samurai start kidnapping builders and when trying to stop them, Cole punches Jay into the trash (as in into the bin and close the lid)

Kai fights Krux and they are evenly matched (the only ones who are also evenly matched with the twins are Garmadon and Wu).

Krux tells Kai that Ray and Maya were traitors that worked for the Hands of Time. Kai gets angry, Acronix shows up to the fight, they beat up Kai, Nya shows up, Kai gets his second wind, they beat up the twins but Acronix is able to escape with his brother (and Cyrus who they kidnapped), by using the fast forward Time Blade.

With Wu out of commission, Lloyd takes over as temporary master in training (yes, they say it like that).

Nya keeps trying to fix Zane and Pixal is annoyed by her lack of skill.

The Snake Samurai start stealing metal this includes Zane, but Pixal uses his systems to electrocute the snakes, Nya's Samurai suit is stolen and then Pixal appears to go offline.

The Ninja try to stop the Snake Samurai from stealing metal, Ronin and Dareth try to help and Dareth ends up breaking Ronin's leg.

(The Snake Samurai stole Dareth's fake trophies - which he apparently buys from Ronin)

The slow down Time Blade arrives and the snakes kidnap Edna, thinking that she is a builder.

Jay saves Edna and the Ninja get the Time Blade from the snakes and bring it back to Yang's Temple.

(Zane, Jay and Cole decided to play with the slow down Time Blade. During this Cole accidentally cuts up Jay's stuffie, Mr. Cuddlywump)

The Twins, with their Snake Samurai army, attack the temple, break the Destiny's Bounty, and Lloyd almost dies but is saved by Samurai X 2.0 - a.k.a. Ninjago Queen Pixal Borg.

The Time Twin's Top General (the only Lady General) beats up the Ninja, takes the Time Blade, and kidnaps Wu.

The Ninja split up to cover more ground.

Lloyd, Zane, Jay and Cole go to the museum to see if Krux hid anything there.

Nya and Kai stay behind to try and fix the Bounty but they can't so they so they split up for their own personal missions.

Nya goes to her Samurai X cave to find out who is the new Samurai X.

Kai goes to get advice about evil parents from Skylor.

Lloyd's group finds a hidden passage into the sewers where they find Scales who tells them about the Snake Samurai and where to find them - they're in a swamp (Snake Samurai are called Vermillion Warriors and are the first generation progeny of the Great Devourer with the same instincts to consume everything - this is never explored)

Nya fights the new Samurai X (who is using everyone's voice except Pixal's), after which, she accepts the new Samurai X but she thinks it's Skylor.

Nya goes to Chen's restaurant, where Kai is talking with Skylor and Nya finds out that Skylor isn't Samurai X.

Kai tells Nya that their parents are alive and working for the Hands of Time.

The Jiang Smith Siblings are depressed.

Skylor comes back with two bowls of her favorite noodle recipe (the type that always cheered her up) so as to cheer up the Jiang Smith Siblings and she gives them good advice.

Nya agrees with Skylor's advice while also giving Skylor a back handed compliment (while pointing and waving her chopsticks in Skylor's face - like girl, rude, very rude).

Then the siblings get a call from Lloyd's group about where the Time Twins's hideout is.

The Siblings go to the Swamp to find their parents.

Lloyd goes to find Wu.

(Wu has been having nightmares about being alone, and about having failed Misako, Garmadon and Morro)

Zane, Jay, and Cole go to free the kidnapped people.

Kai tries to kills his dad before his mother stops him.

Kai and Nya get an explanation - Ray and Maya made the Time Blades that Garmadon and Wu used to take away and hold the powers of the Time Twins so Krux kidnapped them to work for him, as revenge.

(We also get a flash back that shows us Kai(5) and Nya(3) playing as their parents get kidnapped in the background)

The pause Time Blade shows up and is taken by the Time Twins then they go to the forge in the swamp where Krux was forcing Ray and Maya to make armor for the Vermillion Warriors.

In exchange for Wu and the cure for Wu, Kai and Nya are forced to retrieve the Reversal time blade from the Boiling Sea (a sea which is always on fire) and use a special dragon blade that is able to combine the Elemental Powers of Fire and Water to make the Fusion dragon so the siblings can travel into the Boiling Sea.

The siblings get the blade, then the Twins fast forward Ray, take the blade and escape back to the swamp where they were forcing Cyrus Borg to make a Time Machine Snake Mech.

Kai and Nya make the Fusion Dragon to get them all back to the swamp.

They all fight and Samurai X 2.0 shows up to protect Cyrus.

The Twins go back in time with their three generals and snake army, then Kai and Nya stowaway on the time machine with Wu.

The Twins show up in the past - seconds after their past selves dissappeared into a time rift - and attack the Elemental Masters and the Spinjitzu Brothers with their Snake Samurai army.

(We get to see Jay's Birth mother - Jay's rambling tendencies is both Nurture and Nature)

Change the past, change the future.

Kai and Nya pretend to be Ray and Maya so they can help out the Elemental Masters.

The Masters are winning so the Twin pull apart all the Snake Samurai including their Generals, so they can have them power/monuver the time machine to be an attack Mech - with the Mech, they get past Wu to surrender.

In the present all tech disappears, Ninjago City reverts to a pre-modern style, Samurai X 2.0 disappears, but no one notices because Zane has returned to how he looked when he lived in his father's tree.

(Side Note: Zane looks human again instead of just disappearing like Pixal - que the Zane is a reverse Pinocchio / use to be human theories)

Back in the past; Kai and Nya form the Fusion Dragon again to attack the mech, then Nya gets an idea and jumps off the dragon.

The water half of the Dragon starts to dissappear without Nya but Kai begs it to stay and the water dragon stays for Kai.

Kai attacks the Mech but eventually the twins decide to retreat by traveling to a different time; Kai tries to stop them but they dodge his attack and, in Kai's panic, the fuison dragon disappears while the twins time travel again.

Nya and Wu (who is cured) meet up with Kai; Wu had told the Ninja that, in the past, not long after the Twins had disappeared in the time rift, the Reversal Blade had been found by the Elemental Masters and Hidden by Ray and Maya in the Boiling Sea - so Nya went to find the Reversal Blade to cure Wu.

They then use the Reversal Blade to give themselves a second chance against the Twins.

Kai, back on the Fusion Dragon, picks up Nya and Wu - Wu gives his past self the Reversal Blade to hide and tells him and the past masters to drink obscuri-tea from Mistaké - then Kai, Nya, and old Wu sneak back onto the time Mech and it enters a time vortex.

Kai, Nya and Wu fight the Twins and Wu sacrifices himself to make sure Kai and Nya return to their proper time with the Reversal Blade to save Ray.

In the present, everything is back to normal, Zane is back to being a Nindroid and Samurai X 2.0 is back.

Kai and Nya use the Reversal Blade to save their father. Lloyd is now the leader and the search is on to find Wu.

~

*Tags edit and note*

Also check out the music for this season from The Fold

#Ninjago #Ninjago Season 7 #Ninjago Hands of Time #Ninjago Season 7 - Hands of Time #Kai Jiang #Kai Smith #Kai Jiang Smith #Kai Ninjago #Ninjago Kai #Nya Jiang #Nya Smith #Nya Jiang Smith #Nya Ninjago #Ninjago Nya #Krux #Ninjago Krux #Krux Ninjago #Krux and Acronix #Acronix #Ninjago Acronix #Acronix Ninjago #Hands of Time

[blazeymc]

I really like Morro

And now I ship GreenStorm (Lloyd x Morro)

So in my Ninjago fanfic (I'm gonna start calling it A Tale of Spinjitzu unless I can find a better name for it), I'm gonna have Morro come back during DotD so I can have the gay green ppl

I'ma have Sensei Yang go through the rift thing, leaving Cole stuck in the temple to be the Master of the Temple or whatever and then Morro is just like "nope" and just. Kills him.

Morro ends up "taking Yang's place among the living" like we was originally brought back to do with one of the Ninja, and then all the other Ninja are all distrusting of Morro (except maybe Cole and Wu and then Lloyd just eventually kisses him and they start dating.

#ninjago #ninjago day of the departed #ninjago dotd #ninjago morro #ninjago greenstorm #ninjago lloyd #ninjago lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon #morro #day of the departed

[miqotepotatoe]

Felt like writing, take some Jaya fluff first time writing something for ninjago please be nice

First Meetings

This evening could not get any worse. The Skulkin had ambushed them in their sleep and stole the Golden Weapons, Kai and Sensei Wu were nowhere to be seen, a misdirected whack from Cole's training scythe caused Jay to loose his voice, and now just as the three ninja arrive at the Fire Temple in search of their missing friend and teacher, Zane gives a cryptic forboading message about how the Golden Weapons and Wu are now in the Underworld, basicaly in Garmadon's clutches. Great, just great. How exactly are three teenage boys who only have weeks worth of ninja training under their belt gonna go to the Underworld, the one place mortal men cannot go by any normal means, and save the day?

"We might not be able to cross over..."

As if on cue, Kai's voice called out from within the Fire Temple, and the building began to open up. In the temple was a dragon, the guardian of the Sword of Fire. And on the dragons back sat Kai, and a girl dressed in a red casual kimono.

"But a dragon can!"

The three ninja all had varing reactions to the sudden appearance of their fourth amigo. Zane stared in awe at the dragon guardian, what was once a threat now an ally. Cole had swiftly hid behind one of the temples pillars, terrified of the beast before him, praying to the First Spinjitzu Master that it wouldn't eat him. Jay couldn't take his eyes off the girl sitting behind Kai. She looked a lot like her older brother, sharing his tan skintone and general facial structre, but her hair was a raven black cut short into a neat bob, and her eyes were like the ocean. Was this love at first sight?

Jay tried to ask the girl if she liked blue, but his voice still wasn't back. Thankfully by the grace of the Master, Zane asked the question in his stead.

"He cannot speak, but he would like to know if you like blue?"

The girl simply chucked, giving Jay a teasing smile before answering.

"Of course, it's my favourite colour."

Jackpot. Jay pumped his fist in victory. She's beautiful and likes blue. If she's a tinkerer like he is, then he may have found the yang to his yin. But despite how much he'd like to get to know Kai's sister, such as her name, they still had a mission to do. Garmadon had to be stopped, which ment they needed to tame the other dragon guardians to travel to the Underworld, much to Cole's dismay. But first, Kai had to drop his sister off somewhere safe so she wouldn't get kidnapped by Skulkin again. As the sibling took off on the fire dragon and the remaining three ninja set off to where they found their weapons to tame their dragons, Jay couldn't get the image of the girl of his dreams out of his head. He just hoped he'd at least make it past this big battle against the Dark Lord.

#ninjago #jay walker #nya smith #ninjago jaya #ninjago fanfiction #i wrote this a 3am