Omg That Was So Sad Waaaaaaah And Very Cute At The Same Time I Loved That

Omg that was so sad waaaaaaah and very cute at the same time I loved that

I Am Here (Pixane) (Ninjago Valentine’s Week - Day Six)

Day Six: Favorite Canon Ship

I’ve grown to be a huge sucker for Pixane, and, honestly, MotO put me in a huge Pixane mood, so my current favorite Ninjago ship is most definitely Pixane. This one isn’t sad necessarily, more of Hurt / Comfort. Also, I have literally never written for Pixal before, so there’s the possibility that this could be wildly out of character, but I tried! Speaking of, I headcanon that Zane actually gets irritated / angry extremely easily, but he’s able to keep it in his head and then let it cool down, so that kind of plays into this. But, um, yeah! Enjoy!

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(Takes place after The Fall)

It was safe to say that Pixal knew Zane better than most people, especially considering she had lived in his head for a few years.

She knew all of his doubts and fears, all of his darkest and most hidden inner thoughts. She knew about all of his quirks, all of his weird habits and strange behaviors. She knew each and every single gear, wire, or piece of Zane inside and out.

She also knew that he can have quite the temper. Especially when he’s upset.

As Zane angrily marched away from Lord Garmadon, Pixal knew immediately that she had to follow. She shot a glare at the Dark Lord for both his lack of empathy and the way he had stereotyped Zane, before retreating after him.

Zane had walked fast, far faster than she had expected, and by the time she had left the deck, she had lost him.

But, Pixal knew nearly everything about Zane, so she was nearly certain she knew where he was.

Her educated guess had proved to correct as she stepped into the ninja’s room and saw Zane sitting on Cole’s bed.

Her love’s eyes were closed, one arm propped on his knees so his head could rest in his hand, the other hand desperately clutching the black bed sheets. She stood in the doorway, observing him for a moment, before she ever so softly entered the room and closed the door.

He didn’t look up at her as she sat beside him and began to gently rub his back. A soft, pained, sigh fell from his lips, as she did so. It was then that she realized that he was crying.

“Zane,” she whispered, her fingers gracefully dancing across his back. “Are you o-”

“I am not okay, Pixal,” he snapped, remaining motionless as he spoke. “Cole is gone.”

“I am… sorry,” she said soothingly, choosing to ignore the harsh tone in his voice. “I have not spent as much time with him as you have, but I know he was a good person.”

A sob elicited from him then. “He was.”

“You know that… that I am here for you. I am here,” spoke Pixal uncertainly.

Zane took a deep breath before slowly opening his tired, sad, now tearless, eyes and gazing into hers. “I know, Pixal,” he replied. “I am sorry for lashing out at you. I just… I cannot stop thinking about him. That moment. He did not scream. He did not yell for us. He just fell.”

Pixal’s eyebrows furrowed with sadness as he spoke.

“He looked scared, Pixal,” he continued. “He looked terrified. And all I could do was watch him fall.” His eyes were filled with tears he was trying so desperately not to let fall once more.

And Pixal knew Zane. She knew him well enough to know how he was feeling, how he felt through that little he had expressed to her.

“This was not your fault, Zane,” she told him, removing her hand from his back and placing it over his hand that was now almost embedded into the bed. “There was nothing you could have done.”

“I am a nindroid, Pixal. I was built to protect those who cannot protect themselves. I have failed in protecting Cole,” argued Zane. “I just stood there and stared. I could not move. I could not think. All I could do was stand there.”

Pixal sighed, wrapping her fingers around his and squeezing gently. “You are mistaken. You just told Garmadon that you were not thinking logically, and you are not. Cole was on the ladder. You were on the ship. There is nothing you could have done to prevent this from happening,” she bluntly stated.

She made sure their eyes were locked before adding, “He is dead, but not because of you.”

That did it.

His tears began to fall as ugly sobs wracked his body. Pixal helped shift his position so they were laying across Cole’s bed, her back resting against the bed frame as Zane desperately clung to her. His head was pressed tightly against her shoulder, his hands and frame shaking.

She said nothing. She just held her love, rubbing her fingers on his palm, allowing his tears to fall onto her. A few of her own fell as well.

They stayed like that until Zane’s tears did not fall as violently, until he felt comfortable removing his face from her shoulder and allowing his head to fall there instead.

“Thank you,” he whispered to her, tilting his head upwards to kiss her cheek.

She smiled, allowing herself to slip down the frame until she was at completely laying down like Zane. She leaned in and pressed a kiss upon his lips. “I love you,” she said to him. “And I will always be here for you, my love.”

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I kind of wanted that t be longer but, too late, I suppose. I’ve been working on an annotated bibliography for my AP Literature class when I realized I hadn’t written this one yet and I still have twenty minutes left of the thirteenth, but this seemed like a good place to end it!

I hope you all enjoyed, because FSM knows Zane was (well, neither was anyone else) not okay after the fall. I mean, did you see the way he just stared at the darkness afterwards? In the shot right before Kai runs to the wheel he’s just… staring. He seemed like he couldn’t move and I wish we had gotten to see the group mourning more and, well, Pixal followed Zane so hurt / comfort fluff we never got!