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A Flipped Scar

You know, I’ve been wondering where Red (M!Kai) got his scar from. It’s on the opposite side compared to Smith (S!Kai), and because they mostly fight in mechs, logically it doesn’t have to be from a GarmAlarm fight. What if it happened when they were younger...?

Did I have fun with this concept? Yes. Did I throw in a couple m!counterpart references? You bet!

This is set in the movieverse. TW for blood.

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Kai knew it was going to happen eventually. Being the friend of the son of Lord Garmadon came with its own brand of dangers.

He should have just kept walking. He really should have.

But he’d heard the three older teens- were they even teens? They looked like college students, or college dropouts- badmouthing Lloyd.

On any other day, he would have kept walking. Barely. But he would have. Not because he wasn’t itching to butt into the conversation with every inch of anger he possessed, but because Lloyd didn’t like it when he did that. And it tended to backfire where it only seemed to encourage people to go directly after Lloyd, whether to say their words to his face or worse. 

But then one teen had brought up the newly formed ninjaforce, and now they were badmouthing Kai’s entire team.

Cole, for being quiet and having ‘bad taste in music’.

Jay, for his panicked screams and yelps during fights.

Zane, for his overly weird attitude and sayings.

Nya, his sister, for being a ‘girl ninja’. 

And Lloyd, the leader, for not being enough to stop Garmadon.

They were just kids, for FSM. Six kids against an army and evil warlord.

Ignoring the jabbing comments about the Red Ninja (he’d heard it enough on the news and on Reddit and in gossip, thank you very much), he stormed into the mostly empty playground (by himself, at night, what had he been thinking- oh wait, he wasn’t) and barked out a sharp “Hey!”

One of the teens, a fourth sitting quietly to the side, startled at his shout, but the others laughed. 

“Whatcha doing out so late, kid?” One hissed out, her voice shrill and thick with smoke.

Kai wrinkled his nose and crossed his arms, holding his ground. “I don’t like how you’re talking about m- the city ninja.” He almost slipped up and said ‘my friends’, but aside from their comments about Lloyd, it wouldn’t make any sense.

The teens laughed. Another leaned closer, a big thug with a skull tattoo painted over his face. He laughed stupidly and shoved Kai, sending the boy stumbling.

The youngest of the teens, the one that had startled at his shout and the only one who hadn’t participated in the vocal jeering, shoved his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulders. His green-streaked hair ruffled lightly in the wind. “Leave him alone, guys. It’s not worth it.”

“Au contraire,” said a crisply-dressed teen, studying Kai with a calculating glint in his eyes. “I want to hear why he wanted in our conversation.”

The youngest shrugged with a scowl. “Then I’m out. I’m not wasting my time here.” He stood, shooting Kai a look before huffing, turning on his heel, and walking off with clenched hands in his pockets.

The brute teen shoved Kai again, and he turned with a growl to shove back. It was about as effective as shoving a brick wall. Shrill girl shoved him from another side, and suddenly Kai found himself surrounded by the three older teens. 

…he should have kept walking.

“I won’t let you talk bad about the ninja or my friend!” He snarled out, unable to keep his mouth shut. "They didn't do anything wrong!"

"Your friend..."

Kai froze. He didn’t like the tone of the calculating teen. 

“Your friend,” they repeated. “Lloyd Garmadon.”

Kai’s hands clenched at his sides. “Yeah? So what. I won’t let you badmouth him.”

The three teens laughed. Shrill-girl slapped Kai hard on the back. “Oh, this is rich! A friend of the Dark Lord’s son!”

“Ha, funny man!” the brute added. “Jokester!”

The calculating teen was still staring at him oddly. Kai felt a shiver wrack down his spine- and considering he rarely, if ever, got cold, he didn’t like it one bit. Still, he held his gaze with a glare of his own. “You bastards leave him alone, got it?”

“Would you look at that, kid needs to wash his mouth out with soap!” Shrill girl crowed. 

“Or better yet-“ The calculating teen said, reaching for something under his jacket. “He needs to learn to shut his mouth.”

Kai was about to retort with a fiery comment when a knife was suddenly held to his throat. He gaped, ninja instincts trying to kick in, but he hadn’t been the Red Ninja for very long yet, and he was facing three much older and bigger enemies without his mech or any weapons or backup. 

Shrill-girl cackled. “Nice one, Archer! That got him to shut up quick.” She leaned closer over Kai’s shoulder, keeping him from moving away from the knife. “Not so tough now, are you?”

“Not tough!” The brute grunted. “Not tough at all!”

Despite the fear of the blade so close to his neck, Kai bared his teeth at them. His voice only barely trembled when he spat out, “I’m tough!”

The three teens looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Kai kept still, the cold knife-edge pressing his skin without breaking it. He kept his external appearance calm and angry- shoulders hunched, a furious glare, and planted feet ready to spring into a fight. But internally he was panicking, gut twisting into a million knots, warnings yelling too late. 

“You hear this kid, Archer?” Shrill-girl had a laugh like a crazed banshee. “Priceless!”

“Priceless!” The brute echoed with a ghoulish smile. 

“I say we shut him up,” Archer said. “What do you two think?”

Kai tried to bolt but the other two teens grabbed his arms, locking him in place. He struggled as hard as he could without slicing himself on the knife.

“I say go for it,” Shrill-girl hissed in Kai’s ear, and he recoiled at the puff of smoke blow into his face. 

The brute squeezed Kai’s arm so hard he thought for sure there would be bruises the next day. “Fun!”

Archer pulled the knife back, but Kai didn’t feel any relief; not with that cold look in the teen’s eye, nor the ghost of a smirk peeling at his lips. No, he wasn’t pulling the knife back to let Kai go, he was pulling it back to-!

Kai twisted, tried to duck, or spin to the side, or just plan move, and-

“Drat, I was aiming for his mouth to shut him up. Whatever, that works too.”

Kai blinked for a moment with one eye, the other closed from reflex when he’d seen the flash of the blade in the light of the streetlamp close to his face. He wondered for one blissfully fleeting moment why he didn’t open his right eye again after the knife was gone.

Then his face exploded with pain, like a bee stinger had been dragged across his face and then lava- no, saltwater- poured on the wound. Something akin to static- like the dull background noise of a crackling campfire- filled his ears. The two teens let him go with twin hisses like they’d been burned and he dropped to his knees, one hand flying to his eye while the other caught himself before his face could hit the asphalt. Sticky liquid dripped between his fingers and rolled down the back of his hand.

The wind changed direction. A police siren sounded in the distance.

“And it was just getting good,” Shrill girl scoffed, her tone disappointed. “Let’s scram. You did a pretty good number on the kid, Archer. Hate for you to get in trouble because of this brat.”

Kai barely felt the hand cuffing the back of his head as the three teens shoved him as they hurried off, all his focus narrowed on the slick sensation of blood and the iron taste in his mouth. Hiccuping sobs, traitorous noises of pain and fear, clawed out of his throat. No, no, he couldn’t be weak, he couldn’t let something like this get to him-

He furiously wiped the red stream off his face. Leaving a splattered puddle on the playground floor, he stumbled to his feet. Immense relief swept through him when he blinked his eye open; other than the stinging pain and the blood trying to drip into his vision, he could still see. 

He didn’t remember getting home, each footstep fading with the others. When he snapped back to focus, he was standing in front of the bathroom mirror at home, having somehow snuck in before Nya realized he was home. When he glanced up at the glass he quickly dropped his gaze back to the swirling red in the sink. His hair was a mess, plastered to his forehead with blood. His eye- he couldn’t tell what the injury looked like under the smear. He could still see, that was good, but FSM did it hurt. 

Knocking on the door. He startled, slamming his hand into the sink faucet. Shaking it in pain, he stammered out an insisted collection of “I’m fine!” to his sister in the hall. No need to worry his older (by a handful of minutes) twin. Everything was fine. He wasn’t hurt. There were plenty of reasons why he only returned home now, it wasn’t that late. You don’t have to get mom and dad, they’re barely even here anyway.

His shaking hands spilt rubbing alcohol on his face as he tried to clean the blood off, and he yelped as the pain intensified to the point where he felt lightheaded. Suddenly Nya was at his side, the echo of the door banging open in his ears as she took one look at him and shrieked. He was in her arms a moment later, scooped in a hug that hurt his bruises but overall felt so needed. His bones melted and he went limp, the full tidal wave of fear crashing over him.

Nya was crying, saying something, but he couldn’t hear her. Nor did he hear when his parents entered, one of the rare moments where they were home, but he did feel them join the hug. The rest of the evening was a blur; sometime during it someone pressed him for details and he finally coughed out an explanation, and sometime someone must have cleaned the wound because he woke up the next morning with Nya pressed to his side and a gauze bandage wrapped around his eye.

Archer had been arrested the following afternoon as Kai was stuck in bed resting. It pissed him off that the teen would only be in custody for a couple hours maximum until they got the story out of him over attacking a friend of Lloyd Garmadon. Then Archer would probably be released with a slap on the wrist and a waggle of a finger, if even that much.

When he arrived at school the day after, scratching at the gauze mess obscuring half his vision with the sole intent of tearing the cheap knock-off eyepatch off, he was seething. He had to wear this stupid thing for a week, had to get stitches (he could feel them every time he blinked and he hated it), and to top it off, he signalled to the entire school just how weak he was. He wasn’t even through the front doors and he could already hear the rumours pouring out.

“Finally snapped-“

“-knew that kid was trouble, even before he hung out with Garmadon’s spawn-“

“-Just as corrupted as Lloyd-“

“-bet that freak as him doing all his dirty work-“

“-wouldn’t be surprised-“

“-hot-tempered and dangerous-“

“KAI!”

The whispering around them grew hushed as a green blur slammed into his side, sobbing. Kai sent a glare- hard to make it look intimidating with the cotton fluff on his face- at the students around them and carried Lloyd down the hall toward the quieter area of their lockers. When he got there he was pulled into a near-suffocating hug from behind. 

“Zane, buddy,” he managed through his squeezed lungs. “Need- air-“

Zane let him go, but he’d barely had a chance to catch his breath before Cole slung an arm around his shoulder, nearly knocking him over. Jay slammed into his other side, babbling a mile a minute, and Kai huffed, exasperated but also touched by their worry. “Guys, I’m okay, really-“

“You nearly lost an eye!” Lloyd wailed. “Because of me!”

“What- green bean, no-“ Kai hugged Lloyd tighter. “No, it wasn’t because of you.”

Lloyd sniffed and rubbed off his tears in his hoodie sleeve. “But that’s- that’s what everyone’s saying-“

“And you really believe anything those idiots say?” Nya said, coming to his rescue. “The only person at fault is that stupid teen with the knife and his friends.”

Kai nodded. “Yeah!”

Lloyd didn’t look entirely convinced, but he slowly let go and sucked in a breath. Jay too grabbed a lungful of air before continuing his panicked rant about ‘never walking home at night anymore by yourself’, which Kai agreed to when he had a chance ten minutes later to interject. Zane didn’t pull him into another hug but he did continuously bump into Kai’s side in support, listing off a barrage of references to cool characters with scars.

Because of course it scarred after he took the bandage off. It looked wicked, sure, a smooth cut from above his right eyebrow, through his eye, and down his cheek in a curve towards his ear or lower jaw, but it was incredibly annoying. Despite its ‘rough look’ factor, it showed people he was a target, and in a society where intimidation was the best method to keep people from bothering his squad… well, it was like adding blood to shark-infested waters.

Not to mention those stupid rumours. It was only his friends’ concern, energy, and protective natures (usually he was the protective one for them) that helped him get through the week. He was still reminded of his failure every time he looked in a mirror, and it took a while to stop viewing the scar as weakness.

It was a scar he was left to live with, and for Lloyd and his family, he’d gain a thousand more to see them safe and happy.

Fic Prompt #1!

Boreas = Show Zane

Red = Movie Kai

Ship Name: Icedcoffee (technically a version of opposite shipping)

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"Do not give me that look."

Red peeks over the kitchen island. "But Boreasssss-"

Boreas shakes his head. "Absolutely not. I sincerely apologize, but i cannot allow you to continue with this."

Red shoots him his best puppy-dog eyes. Boreas tightens the Look of Disappointment™️ on his face, though his fingers tremble ever so slightly. "I said no, Lantern, and that is final. It is for your own health."

Red climbs onto the kitchen island and slides over it so he's standing in front of Boreas. "Pleeeeaaaassse? I need it for cryptid hunting."

"You cannot go cryptid hunting tonight, it is a school night," Boreas counters, though there's a faint hitch to his voice. "I'm sorry, Red, but for the sake of your health and grades-"

His boyfriend leans into him, peering up with wide amber eyes and a faint pout. "But tonight's a great night for hunting Mothman... the moon is full and everything..."

The slight tremble to Boreas' fingers increases as he turns his head to the side, avoiding looking at Red. "I'm sorry. Please do not give me that look, this is for your own good."

"Okay..."

Red's quiet voice makes Boreas pause, and the tall nindroid makes the mistake of looking back down at his boyfriend.

His power source melts.

"Perhaps..." he starts, voice cracking. "Perhaps I can brew you an alternative mix. The "Potion of Could Kill the FSM", as you call that dreadful mix of caffeine, sugar, and 5-hour energy, is very bad for your health and I cannot in good mind allow you to drink it, especially at such an unreasonable hour. But perhaps... perhaps I can instead brew you some nice hot chocolate, and we could curl up with a movie together?"

Red looks at him as if he just offered him a plate of gold. "Cuddling? You and me?"

His face slowly goes red with a blush, and a few embers flicker in his gelled hair.

Aha. Boreas has him hooked now.

"Yes," he says. "Perhaps we can share a blanket? You could rest in my lap as well."

Red starts to bounce in joy. "Screw Mothman, I'm finding us the coziest blanket in the house-"

Boreas smiles. "That would be lovely, Lantern."

Red beams back. "Anything for you, Snowball!"

The coffee is poured down the drain as Red races out of the room, and Boreas chuckles to himself.

He really is in love with this bi disaster, isn't he.

HE LOOKS AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH AHHHHHHHH

Some theories:

The noodle shop is a mafia front

There's a red-eyed cryptid haunting the boatyard

The museum curators can actually control time

"Nya I swear I saw that nice Elvis-like guy by the bird and flower shop- I think he runs a dojo- talking to a tiger. Like an actual tiger. In the city. Like the animal. In the city. And this guy talked to it like he was talking with an old friend."

Cliff Whoredon Gordon is a terrible dad that doesn't pay his child support (proven)

Ghosts. Just ghosts.

Mothman exists

Silly lego drawing request- Movie!Kai had way too much coffee and has gotten himself tangled in red string from his conspiracy corkboard (the one where he pins notes such as "the noodle shop is a mafia front" and "there's a half-bird person that flies over the school sometimes while croo-ing like a pigeon")

hehe nothing too crazy-

I added a few other theories I thought Kai might have. Teehee

Drew an AU version of movie!Kai (Red). In this AU, all the members of the Dorksquad (who have not met each other yet) are forced to be evil and work for various villain groups.

Red is unfortunately part of Char’s evil magic Fire Snakes gang, and is partly transformed into a snake with magic to match. He gets to see his sister, who’s the High Priestess of the Merlopian Wojira Cult, once in a while and just wants things to go back to the way they were before.

In the SPBNR AU version, Smith (show!Kai) finds out about the Dorksquad and proceeds to rescue all of them while introducing them to each other

Drew Cyan (movie!Nya) from the Dorksquad Forced to be Evil AU!

In this AU, all the members of the Dorksquad (who have not met each other yet) are forced to be evil and work for various villain groups.

Cyan was kidnapped by a Merlopian cult that worships Wojira and forced to be their high priestess lest they use Red (m!Kai) instead. She gets to visit her twin occasionally and plans for the day they can both escape unharmed

And yes, the Maya parallels in the outfit/hairstyle were intentional, Maya and Ray were involved in the Wojira Cult and the Fire Snakes before and tried to keep them away from their kids (this failed)

Kai

Bonus Smith Twins parallels under the cut