Good morning Ninjago fandom, can you consider this?:
It's like basically how I see them. I'm never gonna see them differently. Twink Jay, buff Nya and an even buffer Cole. In a polyromantic relationship. Right 😏
ok this has been sitting in my ask box forever and i did write half of a fic for it. But I didn't finish it. So imma gonna post the wip, cause I really liked how it was going
Desperation is Jay’s favorite emotion. Not to feel, but to see in others. Desperate people were such an opportunity, you could convince them the world was flat or to jump off the bridge. Anything to solve impossible problems and they would jump for it. The strongest people bowed, and the intelligent forgot. Desperation was a beautiful thing, and Jay could always spot it a mile away.
But it was most fun when you let it marinate until it got to its climax. Right before they mentally breakdown, when they will jump for anything. Desperation like that was rare, but sometimes he could help it along, such as in the little cafe with the best beignets. He’s been watching one of the waiters, the world heavy on his shoulders, and tired eyes obvious. A bright, upright lad, he could do so much better than work himself to death, so why not help him out for a simple deal?
Jay was waiting after closing, leaning next to the door as the waitstaff left, the dusk time light sputtering to life as he saw the boy close the door and lock it, throwing him a glance, but chose to walk by. Quickly Jay stood in front of the boy.
“What do you want? Cafe’s closed and I’m not going to stay and chat.”
Jay put on a smile, “I’m not here about the cafe, I just wanna chat. Jay Walker” He said, holding out his hand when he didn’t respond. Hoping to reel him in.
“I've heard about you. You're a charlatan, causing trouble with the tourists. I don’t need your trouble.” He turned on his heel and started walking off.
He was smart, but that didn't mean anything to Jay, if anything it made this more fun. “Well ok then, I just hope your brother’s feeling well.” That got him to stop, he could see a slight tremble in his hands as he clenched them. Jay approached him, “Though word on the street is that he isn’t. I could help.”
He could hear Zane scoff, “What? You're gonna prescribe some magic potion? I’m not stupid. Whatever snake oil your selling I’m not interested.”
