Naga!Pythor x Reader

Rat Poison

Selma had insisted that you should go out with her, leaving Pythor to shed in peace.

So you spent the next week purusing Ouroboros, shopping, and generally sightseeing.

You had little money of your own, and most of the shops didn't even accept Ninjago's coin currency. Instead they dealt in the small rectangular pieces of metal that were Serpentine tender.

Which Selma had plenty of.

You felt guilty enough after she bought you a tea and a shawl, but after a high-priced gold necklace, you were wracked with shame that she was spending so much on you.

You tried to politely refuse continued gifts, and she insisted that you tell her what you liked. When you didn't, she started buying anything you even glanced at, so you reverted back to shy requests.

In those days, you'd accumulated a rich wardrobe, complete with flashy jewelry, a new set of pens and papers, a carved box full of perfumes and lotions, and various other trinkets and oddities.

Though you would never admit it, you liked having someone that cared enough to fondle you like that. Selma was the closest thing you had to a mother or grandmother.

She had asked about that to- your family.

It was hard to talk about something you had no idea about.

Her only disappointment in that was- she was already intent on giving Garmadon 'a good ass-kicking' for his absent parenting ideals- and needed to know who else to add to that list.

You finished the day, and night had plunged the palace into a low-lighted quiet, the doors of Skale's chilled room open to the almost equally cold night air. The Hypnobrai General himself was upstairs asleep, Junior and Lloyd outside on the balcony with their legs dangling off above the endless expanse of the city.

You looked down at your empty cup of tea, shrugging the blanket tighter on your shoulders.

"Cold-hearted, Hypnobrai, eh?" the Fangpyre maid smiled teasingly.

Coral, Selma's cousin, on her father's side.

Selma flung a throw pillow at her with a huff, then turned to you, "Do you want another glass of tea, hun?"

You shook your head, "No, no, I really need to get to bed," you yawned.

"What would you like to do tomorrow?" Selma asked, picking up a pillowcase and continuing to stitch the hole in it, "I mean, Pythor will probably be fine then, but there's no telling where he'll be."

Coral finished off a strawberry, then spoke with a slight Fangpyre's accent "You realize shedding only lasts a few days?" she smirked.

"Then why have I been out for almost a week?" you furled your brow.

You caught Selma shaking her head at Coral out of the corner of your eye.

"What are you talking about? Why are you shaking your head?" you looked back and forth.

Coral's face twisted into a wicked grin, "Serpentine go into heat after shedding-"

"Coral," Selma said in warning tone.

You turned bright red, suddenly a lot warmer under the blanket.

Selma rolled her eyes again, "So that awkward exchange brings me back to my original question- what do you want to do tomorrow?"

You yawned again, stretching, "I'll get some sleep and see what happens in the morning," you muttered.

Selma turned, holding the pillowcase up towards the balcony, "See, boys, this is what happens when you play with swords!"