#cole brookstone x female reader

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“I don’t get it.” You cross your arms, glaring at Jay, who looks like he’s seconds away from tearing his hair out.

“What’s so hard about down-up-left, smash-up, then down again two times ?” He jabs a finger in your direction, his tone accusing. His game controller lies abandoned on the carpet, thrown there in his dramatic rage-quit.

“Firstly, how dare you assume I know anything about this game,” you retort, raising a brow. Your own controller dangles limply from your hand as you return his glare with equal intensity. “Secondly, you’re the one who was lacking a teammate. In case you didn’t notice, I was busy trying to kill those aliens you let through.”

Jay groans, dramatically slumping back on the couch like the very fabric of existence has betrayed him.

To be fair, he’d given you little choice but to join him. He’d texted you the second your classes ended, announcing that it was his turn for guard duty. After a week of being chaperoned by Nya and Kai (who at least managed to stay professional about it) you were left with Jay. Fun.

Nya had dropped you off with a laptop full of incomplete Word files and a heap of boredom. It didn’t last long. Jay had instantly yelled for you to join him in the game room, and, well, here you were.

“Hello.” Zane’s voice cuts through the argument as he enters the room wearing a pink apron, carrying a plate of cookies. You seize the distraction, leaving Jay to sulk on the couch as you swipe one from the plate.

“I assume you’re having fun?” Zane asks, though you suspect he already knows the answer.

You smirk, nodding. “He can never know how I kicked your butt last time we played this game,” you whisper, giving Zane a conspiratorial glance.

“Your secret is safe with me,” Zane replies, though there’s a subtle hint of mischief in his tone.

You pat his shoulder, taking another bite of the cookie. “Good man.”

It’s then you notice something off. It’s not the blinking arcade lights in the corner or the disorganized pile of vinyl records waiting for salvation. Neither is it the foosball table that’s been turned on its side or the random origami paper on the ground.

“Where’s everyone else?”

Zane tilts his head, as though mentally ticking off a list. “Sensei Wu gave the students the day off. Nya and Kai are still on patrol. Lloyd is in the strategy room with Pixel, and Cole stepped out to grab some pizza for dinner.” He pauses, glancing at you. “Will you be staying?”

You sigh wistfully, longing for a slice of Hawaiian pizza. “I wish. But I’ve got dinner at home I can’t skip. I’ve already been out with you guys too often this week.”

“For your safety,” Zane reminds gently. “This thief, whoever they are, is still at large and remains a significant threat. However, Lloyd mentioned an update earlier. Perhaps you’d like to join me to hear it?”

Your gaze flicks to Jay, now fully engrossed in setting up a solo game, and then to your laptop perched on the table. “Yeah, alright. Lead the way.”

Zane guides you through a set of doors and into a lift, which hums softly as it descends into the depths of the base. The doors slide open with a hiss, revealing the familiar sight of the strategy room, bathed in the soft glow of monitors.

Pixel is the first to notice you, offering a welcoming smile. Lloyd glances over his shoulder, his brows lifting in surprise. “Hey,” he greets, a slight grin tugging at his lips. “Didn’t expect you down here. How’ve you been?”

“Could always be better,” you reply with a shrug, matching his casual tone. His grin widens, and you can tell he’s already picking up on your vibe.

“Heard there’s an update,” you say, gesturing to the room. “Anything I can do to help?”

Lloyd hesitates for a moment before nodding to Pixel. She presses a button, and in an instant, holographic screens materialise, casting a pale glow over the room.

You try to read the text, but it’s dense. Paragraphs of information fly past faster than your brain can process. Instead, your attention is caught by a sketch of a masked figure, their features obscured, and a blurry CCTV photo beside it.

“That’s the thief,” Lloyd explains, stepping beside you. His tone grows serious as he gestures to the photo. “Unfortunately, this is the clearest image we’ve got. All the cameras surrounding the jewelry store went offline during the heist. Pixel’s still analysing the footage for anomalies, but so far, nothing adds up.”

“Convenient,” you mutter, squinting at the screens. “So they knew how to cover their tracks.”

“Exactly,” Lloyd replies, his expression grim. “Whoever this is, they’re good. Too good.”

“And the Scrolls?” you ask, noticing another screen displaying text about their ancient origins.

“They’re connected,” he says, voice tight. “The thief’s after them for a reason, but we’re still piecing together why. If they get their hands on all of them…”

The weight of his unfinished sentence hangs heavy in the air.

“Well,” you say, crossing your arms and forcing a smirk, “guess it’s a good thing you’ve got a team of ninja and a… very stressed university student on the case.”

Lloyd chuckles lightly, the tension easing just a fraction. “Yeah. Guess it is.”

Pixel steps forward, her mechanical fingers tapping on a keyboard. “We’ve highlighted the thief’s potential next targets. With your permission, Lloyd, I can brief her on the details.”

He nods, and you step closer to the screens, your smirk fading as you take in the gravity of what’s unfolding.

“I believe Cole mentioned this at dinner the other night,” Pixel begins, swiping her hand across one of the holographic screens. The image shifts, revealing three distinct scrolls. Each is wrapped with a different colored string. One red, one blue, one gold, and sealed within ornate tubes etched with intricate patterns.

Pretty.

“These are the only three Scrolls whose locations are known,” Pixel continues. She points to the red scroll first, its intricate casing glowing faintly on the screen. “The Scroll of Fate. This was stolen here in Ninjago the night of the charity auction.” She taps the image, and it zooms in to show an empty display case surrounded by police tape.

Your hand curls into a fist at your side, recalling the way the ground had collapsed in on you with that stupid gauntlet the thief had worn when they punched the floor. 

Her finger moves to the blue scroll. “This is the Scroll of Dreams, located in Cloud Kingdom.” The image shifts to a floating realm wreathed in mist. It looks almost ethereal, your eyes widening in awe. 

Finally, she gestures to the gold scroll. “And this is the Scroll of Destiny, housed in the Temple of Light.” The screen transitions to a simple temple atop a grassy mountain, its white stone walls and red accents glowing under the bright sunlight. 

“Wait.” You hold up a hand, frowning as a memory tugs at the edge of your mind. “Didn’t Cole say there were four?”

Lloyd and Pixel exchange quick, knowing glances. You narrow your eyes, suspicion bubbling up.

“The fourth is… different,” Zane chimes in, stepping forward. His tone is calm, but his words carry a heavy undertone of solemnness. “Its location is a mystery, known only to its guardian, who guards it fiercely. Even its name has been lost to time.”

“Great,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “So it’s like some mythical hide-and-seek. What happens when the thief gets their hands on these three?”

“The first three Scrolls can be combined to form a map,” Zane explains. “A map that reveals the location of the fourth Scroll.”

You frown. Even the very notion sounds complicated. What’d they use? Glow-in-the-dark ink?

“Exactly,” Lloyd says, his jaw tightening. “That’s why we need to figure out the thief’s next move before they can get their hands on the others.”

Pixel nods. “And we must also understand why they are targeting you. Their intentions remain unclear.”

Looking at the ground with a defeated sigh, you kick at an imaginary pebble. Great. Juuuust great.

“Yes,” Lloyd says, his tone sharpening as he turns to face you fully. “Are you sure there’s no one you might suspect? Someone from your past, or even recently, who might have a connection to this?”

“What?!” You gape at him, incredulous. “Dude, I just moved here. I barely know anyone, and my enemies list is at a solid zero. I think. I’m pretty sure.” You pause at his sceptical look. “I’m sure.”

Lloyd exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair as his shoulders tense. “I had to ask.” 

“Maybe try asking the thief next time they pop up,” you quip, leaning back against the table. “Pretty sure they’d have more answers than me.”

Lloyd shakes his head, muttering something under his breath. Pixel offers a small smile, attempting to ease the tension.

“Regardless,” she says, her tone soothing, “your safety remains our priority. We will continue to monitor the Scrolls and the thief’s movements.”

“Good to know,” you reply, though the idea of being a walking target gnaws at the edges of your thoughts. Vulnerability isn’t an option, so you shove the unease aside and straighten your back.

Lloyd steps forward, his gaze softening. “We’ll figure this out. I promise.”

You nod, forcing a small smile. Pixel parts her lips, about to say something before another voice pipes up. 

“I got the goods!”

All heads swivel toward the lift. Cole strides in, pizza boxes stacked high in his arms, his grin as wide as ever. He stops short, eyebrows quirking as he takes in the scattered documents and glowing screens. His eyes land on you, and his grin shifts into a wry smile.

“You gonna stay for dinner or what?”

— — — — — 

You did not, in fact, stay for dinner. But right now, you wish you were back at the monastery. Anywhere but here, sitting next to Emily of all people. 

She cheers when the fireworks go off a short distance away, your dad gesturing back as he lights up another one. What was supposed to be a calm, peaceful dinner quickly turned into a kidnapping when he sprung the surprise of a beach hangout instead.

Emily had been caught off guard too, warily glancing in your direction before nodding when he grinned widely. Now, here she was, sitting awkwardly beside you, the two of you making an unspoken agreement to ignore each other as much as possible atop an old Barney the Dinosaur mat he’d somehow found.

“Here.” Her voice snaps you out of your brooding. She holds out a sparkler, its long, unlit stick wavering slightly in her hand. You glare at it, suspicion and annoyance bubbling up. Of course, she’d try to break the awkward silence with a gesture like this.

You don’t move at first, staring at the sparkler like it’s a snake ready to bite. However, your love for the stupid small stick wins out. Huffing out a breath, you snatch it from her hand, your fingers brushing briefly against hers.

Dang it.

“Thanks,” you mutter, though the gratitude is purely for the sparkler, not the person handing it to you.

She nods, looking away. 

A candle flickers a few feet away, stuck in the sand. Your dad had set it up earlier, claiming it was for the sake of convenience before running off to light up the more whimsical fireworks near the coastline.

You shuffle over, careful not to let the grains stick to your jeans, and lean forward to light the sparkler. The tiny flame catches with a hiss, and it comes to life in a shower of glowing embers.

For a moment, you just watch it, letting it dangle limply from your fingers as it sputters and sparks. The light reflects in your eyes, the embers reminding you of a certain someone. But the joy is fleeting. It fizzles out far too soon, leaving only the acrid smell of smoke and a charred stick.

You toss it aside, brushing your hands off. A firework whistles into the sky, bursting into brilliant red and gold. Emily claps beside you, her enthusiasm grating on your nerves.

You glance down at the sand, grimacing at the thought of it clinging to your clothes. With a resigned sigh, you shift closer to her. Anything to avoid the gritty annoyance.

She glances your way, perhaps sensing the movement. Her mouth opens like she’s about to say something, but she seems to think better of it, turning her attention back to the fireworks.

Another one explodes in the sky, showering the night with brilliant light. You tilt your head up, watching it fade. For a second, you close your eyes. It makes it easier to pretend that Emily isn’t there, that it’s your mother instead. 

Then, she hesitates. You can feel her glance, the kind of awkward sideways look that signals incoming small talk. Silently, you pray for the moment to pass before it even begins.

But of course, your prayers aren’t answered. They never are.

“So…” she begins, her voice tentative. “How’s Master Wu’s classes going?”

You tense, not expecting her to bring that up. Your gaze flicks toward her briefly before returning to the waves you can barely make out in the dim candlelight that slowly sweeps onto the shore. “They’re… fine.”

She nods, clearly trying to gauge whether that response is an opening or a dead end. She chooses the former, her tone turning almost casual. “He’s… quite something, isn’t he? You know, I actually met him once. A while back.”

That catches your attention, but only slightly. “Really?”

“Yeah.” She smiles, a little fondly. “At one of my book signings, of all places. He showed up right at the end of the event, stood patiently in line with this serene expression. At first, I thought he was in the wrong place, but nope. He handed me a copy of Heartstrings of Eternity —”

You can’t stop yourself from blinking at her. “Wait. Master Wu… a romance novel?”

She laughs, light and easy. “That was my reaction too. But he was very polite about it, said he appreciated the deeper themes and my perspective on fate.”

You stare at her, trying to picture Master Wu solemnly flipping through pages of a swoony love story. The mental image doesn’t compute, and yet, there’s a weird sort of charm to it. “Huh,” you say finally. “Never pegged him for a romance novel fan.”

Emily grins. “I didn’t either. But he has this way of making you feel like everything he does is somehow deeply intentional, you know?”

You don’t respond immediately, unsure how to navigate the conversation. Reluctantly, you offer, “Yeah. He’s… definitely got that vibe.”

To your horror, Emily continues. “He even gave me this little nugget of wisdom before he left. Something like, ‘The threads of destiny weave through all hearts, even in fiction.’ I’m pretty sure it was his way of telling me he liked my book.”

You hum absentmindedly, shifting slightly as the sand threatens to creep onto your clothes. A firework bursts overhead, painting the sky in gold and blue.

Emily watches the display for a moment before speaking again, her tone softer. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re taking his classes. He doesn’t exactly hand out invitations to just anyone, you know?”

Her words hang in the air, uncomfortably sincere.It would be easy to brush her off, easy to pretend the entire conversation didn’t happen and just not respond. But you’re reminded of the first time you met the rest of the ninja, how quickly you warmed up to their presence despite your whole soulmate situation.

Eventually, you nod. “I appreciate it. The classes are…” you hesitate momentarily, eyes flicking to her before casting them back to the mat beneath you, fingers tracing the outline of Barney the Dinosaur's mocking smile. “They’re good.”

You can hear her sharp inhale and already regret your words. Luckily, you’re saved from more conversation when your dad finally returns to the mat. He’s breathless, his forehead shining with sweat, but his smile remains as he collapses into the small space between Emily and you.

“Seems like my girls are getting along well!”

Emily parts her lips, glancing at you with uncertainty. You shrug your shoulders, offering probably one of the best responses you have given so far.

Your dad doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe he doesn’t care about the awkward tension lingering in the air. With an exaggerated flourish, he pulls a plastic bag out from behind him, the Chen’s Noodle Palace logo emblazoned in bright red on the side.

“Dinner is served!” he announces, holding the bag up like it’s a trophy.

You blink. “Chen’s? Here?”

“Turns out they do takeaway for beach picnics now,” he says, pulling out steaming containers of noodles. “I had to wait forever, but trust me, it’s worth it. Best noodles in Ninjago City!”

You and Emily exchange glances, both skeptical. Your dad opens the first container, releasing a savory, mouthwatering aroma that has you leaning in despite yourself.

Emily perks up, her earlier hesitation forgotten. “That actually smells amazing.”

“I know, right?” Your dad grins, passing you one of the containers and some chopsticks. “Dig in!”

You take a cautious bite, the flavors immediately bursting on your tongue. Sweet, salty, umami…it is surprisingly good. You don’t realize you’ve taken a second bite until you catch him watching you with an annoyingly triumphant smirk.

“Told you,” he says smugly.

Emily is already halfway through her portion, nodding in agreement. “Okay, I have to admit, this is probably the best takeaway I’ve had in months. Guess they really improved ever since the original owner stepped down.”

Your dad beams, clearly basking in the success of his food choice. Just as you’re about to go for another bite, Emily taps her chopsticks against her container lightly, drawing your attention.

“Hey,” she says, holding up a golden-brown piece of tempura prawn. “Wanna try?”

You hesitate, the automatic response on the tip of your tongue. No, thanks. I’m good. But the way she holds it makes you pause.

“Uh…” you trail off, glancing at her offering. Before you can decide, she gently sets the prawn on the edge of your container.

“There,” she says with a small smile. “No pressure.”

You glance at the prawn, then back at her, reluctantly nudging it into the noodles with your chopsticks. “Thanks.”

Your dad watches the exchange, his expression softening. He doesn’t say anything, but the glint of pride in his eyes is impossible to miss. You shift uncomfortably, focusing on the noodles instead.

“Wow,” Emily says after a moment, gesturing at the food with her chopsticks. “I don’t know what’s better, the fireworks or these.”

“Definitely the noodles,” you mumble through another mouthful.

She chuckles softly, and for once in a long while, the air between you feels a little less tense.

— — — — — 

- [ Musketeer ] has changed [ Cake Enthusiast ] to [ Rocky’s Dad ] -

- [ Rocky’s Dad ] has changed [ Musketeer ] to [ anarchy ] -

Rocky’s Dad [ 11:02 PM ]: i always knew id be used for my dragon

anarchy [ 11:11 PM ]: lol what

anarchy [ 11:11 PM ]: lololol what is this name

anarchy [ 11:11 PM ]: do i even wanna know

Rocky’s Dad [ 11:20 PM ]: sry was in the shower

Rocky’s Dad [ 11:20 PM ]: at least make my name shorter

- [ anarchy ] has changed [ Rocky’s Dad ] to [ kole ] -

kole [ 11:24 PM ]: .

anarchy [ 11:24 PM ]: ?

kole [ 11:24 PM ]: anyw i got the short straw for next week

- Incoming Call from [ kole ]-

“Send me your schedule.”

“For free?” You put him on speaker, resuming your essay on the study of Borg Industries. “Don’t tell me you’re enrolling like Nya did. How does she even find the time?”

“You’d be surprised at her multitasking skills,” Cole replies, his voice tinged with amusement. In the background, you catch faint sounds of Jay and Kai bickering. The noise fades, and you suspect he’s left the room. “Anyway, since I’m your bodyguard next week, I figured we’d need a solid cover story.”

You hum, absently tapping the spacebar. “What kind of cover story?”

The line falls quiet. You glance at your phone, narrowing your eyes as if the device itself could pull an answer out of him. “What kind of cover story, Cole?”

After a beat, he says, “I think it’d be easier if we pretended to be a couple.”

Your hands hover above the keyboard. With deliberate care, you set your glasses aside and pinch the bridge of your nose. “...Why?”

“For starters, I’m not about to enroll in a business course I know nothing about. And second, people don’t ask as many questions when it’s soulmate-related. Makes it less complicated.”

You groan.

“Wow,” he says, his voice mockingly wounded. “At least warn me if you’re a hater.”

You highly doubt he’s offended. Secretly, you suspect he’s just as much of a drama queen as the others, maybe worse.

Pausing, you weigh your options. Unfortunately, it does make sense. No one would believe two "friends" willingly spending that much time together unless they were besties or soulmates.

Luckily for you, he falls into the latter.

“Fine,” you relent, “but we’re setting some ground rules.”

“Oh, agreed,” he replies, adding a theatrical shudder. “Rule one: we can never fall for each other.”

That draws a laugh out of you.

“Rule two,” you continue, “hand holding is allowed, but no PDA. I refuse to be that kind of couple.”

“Absolutely. We’ll save the PDA for the privacy of the monastery.”

You can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips as you close your laptop and pick up a pen to fiddle with. “Rule three: you pay for our ‘dates’.”

“Dates? As in plural?” he teases. “Didn’t realize you liked me that much.”

You snort. “Very funny, Brookstone. But you know I have to study to pass. You only had to take a few Zoom classes.”

“Hey, online university is hard when you’re saving civilians half the time.” He clears his throat, his tone softening. “Will you be okay, though? Studying outside, I mean.”

Your chest tightens at the shift in mood. You nod reflexively before realizing he can’t see you. “I’ll be fine. Corner seats in cafes are better anyway. Out of sight, out of mind, right?”

The joke lands flat, and Cole forces out a weak chuckle. “How about we swing by Papa’s? He’s been asking about you.”

“I still don’t get how you managed to charm him into giving you free stuff every time he sees you.”

“What can I say?” His smugness practically oozes through the speaker. “I’m just that amazing. Good-looking too, if I dare say so. And also smart. Can’t forget smart.”

You hum in mock agreement, though part of you begrudgingly acknowledges it. He is rather handsome. Objectively speaking, of course.

“Welp,” he cuts himself off with a yawn. “I’ll see you next week.”

“And hereI thought ninjas never run out of stamina.” You state, picking up the phone. “Goodnight, Cole.”

“Night.”

You hang up.

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thievin’

a/n- idk why im up right now but yay first post of 2025 who’s hyped?? ik i’ve been like mia for a bit but i blame my ps5 for that. also back in school!! awesome (can you tell im crying) lmaooo anyway this is defo gonna be like a mini series so get ready okay lots of love everyone hope you keep up your resolutions if you do em<33

characters- cole brookstone x thief fem!reader

type- eh fluff kinda/enemies to lovers type beat you’ll see

warnings- very mild suggestive comments (not proofread)

synopsis- you’re a thief living in the most run down part of ninjago. you’re doing everything you can to make ends meet, but sometimes you gotta bite the bullet and take a gamble. in order to make a little extra cash you’re sent on a mission to steal a very priceless artifact—the most high risk heist you’ve ever been on. you encounter a certain ninja during your outing and you just can’t help yourself to a little bit of fun upon meeting him. will he let you go? will you succeed in recovering the artifact? or will it be your head on the line instead?

word count- 3.1k

Being poor was okay. Obviously, it wasn’t the ideal spot to be in, and sure you’d prefer to have money and not have to worry about whether or not you would be able to feed yourself tomorrow but you can’t have it all, can you?

Everybody thought Ninjago was the most gorgeous city–clearly they’ve never visited your side of town. You personally didn’t think it was an awful place to live, but it definitely isn't what people would expect out of the great ninjago city.

Nevertheless, it was home. Well, home since your parents died and you were left to fend for yourself. Technically, your mother died during childbirth, or shortly after. You didn’t really like to ask your father about it. It seemed insensitive.

The loss of your father was more recently caused by an unsuspected illness you didn’t have the funds to get treated. You lost him seven years ago, and you miss both of them immensely, even if you never knew your mother–she still held a place in your heart, and your blood.

Plus, it wasn’t as if you were completely alone. The loss of your parents and your home only hindered your spirit for a few months. But eventually, you had to grow up. You had only yourself now, and you needed to start getting your shit together.

That’s how you found yourself living in a narrow alley with nothing but a few blankets to separate yourself from the hard concrete, and a tarp above your head held up by hopes and dreams in case it rained. Courtesy of a girl you’d met three years ago–Henley.

You did what you had to to survive, the both of you did, but your version of ‘work’ was a tad more illegal than Henley’s. While your friend chose to work at some manufacturing factory that paid maybe ten cents an hour, you quickly developed the skill of ‘soft hands.’

Just a little something you picked up in the few years before befriending Henley. Plus, living where you did at the time, it was customary for your father to teach you martial arts, and teach he did. He often pushed you to your limits, making sure your senses were always on high alert.

Though now you supposed you were grateful for it. It made it easy to navigate the crowded streets of Uri–the poorer side of Ninjago that most people decided to ignore.

The early morning sun beat down on you, somehow finding its way around the tarp above your head.

Groaning you rolled over, hoping to block out the rays and catch a few more hours of sleep.

“Morning,” Henley yawned from beside you.

You mumbled incoherently back at her.

“I’ve gotta get going, work starts soon,” Henley told you. You heard her scooting closer towards you.

“Why d’you work at that shithole?” You grumbled, still not fully awake. “They barely pay you, Henley.”

You could practically see the expression on her freckled face. She was most likely staring down at you with a torn and somewhat somber expression.

“It’s the only place that would hire me,” she muttered. “You know that.”

Squeezing your eyes tight you then sat up, stretching out your back. Upon opening your eyes you came to find out your assumption was correct.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Which is bullshit by the way. Any web company would be lucky to have you.”

Henley shrugged a shoulder. “Well, beggars can’t be choosers.”

“Then it’s a good thing we haven’t stooped that low,” you reassured her. You left the unspoken yet out of the sentence.

Henley smiled, brushing back her mane of curly red hair. “Okay, now I really need to go. Please, be safe today, and try not to get caught. I really don’t know if I can stomach breaking you out of jail again.”

“In my defense,” you said as she stood to leave. “There may have been some alcohol behind the reason that asshole caught up to me.”

Henley fixed you with a look that said, Good luck, before she looked up and down the already busy streets and made her way to the factory.

You gave yourself a few more minutes before heading out onto the streets. As usual, Uri was already busy at like eight a.m on a weekday. Stall owners were yelling at anyone passing by as if the volume would persuade people to stop and buy a useless trinket they didn’t need.

Still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you wove through people, fluid like a leaf in the wind. It was almost too easy to nick people’s wallets this way. In Uri it was almost impossible to walk anywhere without brushing shoulders with someone. Lucky for you, the jacket you wore held many pockets to store your ‘finds’ on the street.

After palming a few wallets on your way to possibly the best looking building in this part of town, you opened them up to find nothing much. Out of all the wallets you lifted, you got a whopping thirty dollars.

See that was the issue with living in a poor neighborhood–everyone you stole from was also poor. Not a great match unfortunately.

Sighing, you made your way towards the tallest building in Uri. It also just happened to be where you’d pick up a way to make some extra cash on the days that were really slow. Just from waking up this morning you knew today would be one of them.

The only issue is, the jobs you’re given are risky, and so you try not to do them as often.

The guards posted outside of the doors let you through without any issues. At this point you’d been coming here sporadically for about five and a half years. You were the best and most reliable thief Malina had.

A few doors, some hallways, and an elevator later, you stood in front of the woman herself.

Malina stared at you with a victorious glint in her eyes, her head resting on her intertwined fingers. “And here I thought you broke up with me.”

“Ah, you know me,” you shrugged, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “Always comin’ back.”

“Now that I can always rely on.” Malina leaned back in her big leather chair, one long leg crossed over the other.

Malina was the only successful business owner in this Uri. Shockingly, she got most of her wealth from illegal schemes and black market dealings. Which is why she needed you.

Malian didn’t waste any time in throwing down a file on top of her spotless desk.

“It’s all in there,” she waved a gloved hand, her diamond bracelet twinkling in the light of her office.

You reached for the file and flipped it open to survey its contents. Your eyes widened as you continued further and further down the papers clipped together. This job was impossible.

Usually, nothing is impossible for you. However, in the past Malina only ever had you stealing jewels from old guys on their deathbed, or artwork from museums, and sometimes some random priceless artifact guarded in an equally random warehouse.

Apparently this time she really wanted to put you to the test.

“This is a joke,” you said, flipping the file shut.

“How so?” Malina asked, dark brows furrowed in innocence.

“Look, you give me work, and I’ve always appreciated that,” you told her honestly. “But stealing from the Royal Family is my one way ticket to a lifetime in prison.”

Malina pouted at you. “And here I thought my star employee never got caught.”

You scoffed out a laugh, tongue in your cheek as you looked up to the heavens for patience.

When she didn’t back down you finally spoke. “What else you got for me?”

“Unfortunately,” Malina said, though her tone didn’t suggest she found it anywhere near unfortunate, “that’s it.”

“Bullshit,” you challenged.

Malina raised her hands. “I’m serious! Work’s been booming lately.”

Crossing your arms, you rolled your eyes. The two of you stood unspeaking, staring at each other as you weighed your options.

On the plus side, if you did this job successfully, you and Henley might be able to afford an actual apartment. A shitty one, but it was better than the alley. Plus, you might also be able to afford the first few months of rent before you get a real job and force Henley to quit hers at the factory.

Closing your eyes you reluctantly agreed. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Malina’s grin widened into an eerie expression, her pearly white teeth shone almost as bright as the diamonds around her wrist. “I knew you would. Clothes are in their usual place.”

You nodded and spun on your heel, hightailing it out of Malina’s office. Thankfully, ever since you all but pledged your loyalty to her, she’d provide you with some living essentials occasionally. Things like showers, a hairbrush, basic needs like that.

But when she sent you out on a mission, she made sure you were set up for success, and the rest was on you. Opening the wooden wardrobe at the end of the hall, you were greeted with the familiar sight of the dark clothing you typically wore on outings such as these.

You picked the uniform off the hanger and quickly found the nearest room to change in. Even though you wouldn’t be leaving until nightfall, you still would rather put it on now as it helped you even in Uri. With the hood and mask covering the bottom half of your face, the only thing you could really make out was your hair and eyes.

You spent most of the day on the roof tops, going over the blueprints of the palace Malina provided for you, along with the guard rotations. Pacing along the edge of an old rundown building, you slowly came up with a plan. Though, the object you had been assigned to steal was a bit odd. You expected jewels, or even the crown, but instead you were sent after a golden hourglass, with equally golden sand inside.

You didn’t know the properties or importance of the object, but to be honest, you didn’t really care. You just wanted to get the job done and over with so you could return home and finally place a roof over your head after seven years of sleeping under the open sky.

As soon as the sun set beyond the city, you set out. Of course, you left Henley a note explaining you might not be back tonight–and that you might not be back at all–but you assured her not to worry.

It took a while to get to the good part of town, but a few subway trains later, you finally made it. And what a difference it was.

Instead of yelling and aggressive haggling, there was light chatter, laughter, and the buzz of technology reverberating around you. Not to mention the colors. Almost every sign in Ninjago was neon, and sometimes you couldn’t help but get a little sidetracked looking at all the beautiful things you’d never get to experience yourself.

Eventually, you found yourself by the palace. Fishing out the timetable of the guard rotations, you determined that the east side of the castle would be the most unprotected in about two minutes–meaning you had to be quick.

Quick you were. You managed to get to the east side and scale the wall in a minute and thirty. Tiptoeing around the outer wall, you made sure to keep your eyes on the guards below. So far, none of them noticed you.

Finally, you landed on the tiled roof. By memorization, the hourglass would be located in a mostly open room on the top floor. Carefully maneuvering around the roof, making sure to not make too much noise, you managed to unlock the window and pull it open.

Thankfully, it didn’t make much noise. Letting out an internal sigh of relief, you quickly tied a rope on one of the support pillars of the palace and threw it over the side of the window. Directly below the window was an obnoxiously large potted plant that would do well to hide you from view.

You briefly wondered if you’d be able to climb back up with rope one handed, but instead you figured you could bring a cord to secure the hourglass onto your belt loop.

As usual, you landed on the red wood floors without a sound. As much as you wished to stick around and admire the impressive castle you’d only ever seen in newspapers, you had a job to do.

Heart hammering, you peeked around the plant to find two guards–both with their back towards you.

It feels almost too easy, you thought as you crept towards the hourglass displayed on a pedestal.

Once you got close enough, you took a few moments to inspect the pedestal. There was a very possible chance of the hourglass being placed upon a weighted pressure plate that would set off the emergency alarms if removed, but after looking at it, the stone surface looked entirely even. There most likely wasn’t any extra security around this artifact, but in the off chance there was, you’d have to be ready to run.

Calming your mind, you swiped it quickly, preferring to take it and bolt in case the alarms went off.

You got three strides in before your luck ran out. All around you alarms had started blaring, alerting every guard on the premises. However, by that point you had already tied the glass around your waist and were ascending the rope.

You could vaguely make out the alarmed voices of the guards chasing after you, and as soon as you heaved yourself onto the roof, you sliced the rope with the knife in your boot. Two thuds and pained grunts were all you heard before you bolted.

Guards were climbing up at every point, but what they had in size and brute strength, you had in speed and agility. Being quick on your feet was like second nature–and you really should send a letter to the Royal Family to invest in some guards. These ones weren’t all that good at their job.

You hoped over them in groups, and it felt like you knew the palace layout better than they did. You knew exactly where to step and when to step, that by the time you landed on the other side of the walls, you knew you had one.

You grinned and laughed triumphantly as you jumped across the rooftops. The guards got further and further away and you blame the adrenaline in your veins for what happened next.

Suddenly, something tangled itself around your ankles, sending you tumbling to the concrete of an apartment complex.

“Son of a–” you winced, cradling the wrist you had landed on at an awkward angle.

Sitting up quickly, you reached for the rope wrapped around your ankles when a boot beat you to it.

“I don’t think that belongs to you,” the stranger spoke.

Looking up slowly, you mentally cursed yourself at the figure standing above you.

The Earth Ninja.

Why the hell were they at the palace? Why did they care about some petty robbery, wasn’t there some maniac trying to destroy the world that they should be busy with at the moment?

“What? The outfit? It doesn’t–borrowed from a friend.” You leaned back on your palms, looking up at the Earth Ninja’s strikingly gorgeous face.

He wasn’t wearing his mask tonight, leaving all his features on display–brown eyes that you guessed were a gorgeous shade of hazel in the light, shaggy but well kept hair as dark as the sky above, and a build that could rival the strength of an ox.

Cocking your head, you pushed your hood back and mask down, letting him see your roaming eyes and approving smirk.

“I need that.” He pointed to the golden hourglass at your hip. Apparently he didn’t find your jokes very funny.

“No, I need it,” you countered. “How else am I supposed to keep track of the time? I don’t have a watch.”

You shoved your hands up, rotating your wrists spastically to emphasize your point.

The Earth Ninja leaned down, but you didn’t back down. “Just hand over the glass, and I’ll tell them you dropped it trying to flee.”

You too leaned towards him, the both of you so close your noses were almost touching. In the ninja’s favor, his expression didn’t falter.

“I told you, I need it.”

“And I gave you an ultimatum,” the ninja returned, his eyes hardening. “Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

“Aw, but where’s the fun in that?” You smirked with a wink.

You saw his facade crack slightly as he twitched back every so slightly. That was all the hesitation you needed.

As the two of you went back and forth, you had been discreetly severing the rope binding your legs, and you quickly wrapped them around his waist, flipping him over onto his back. The Earth Ninja landed with a harsh exhale. You leaped off of him quickly before he could counter your surprise attack.

He was a ninja, and you knew there was no way you’d be able to beat him at hand to hand combat, but you could avoid him. Your thought was proven when he was back on his feet and into a fighting stance a split second after you created distance between you and him.

The Earth Ninja raised a curious brow at you over his raised fists. “Who are you?”

“Funny I was about to ask the same thing,” you laughed. “But, I think I’ve got something that could help me out with that–Cole L. Brookstone–what’s the L for? Oh well, six-foot five inches, black hair, two hundred and ten pounds–” you broke off looking him up and down. “Well you certainly don’t look over two hundred.”

Cole’s eyes widened as he lunged for you, and the wallet in your hand. You jumped back from him easily and continued to read off his driver's license.

“Hazel eyes, nineteen years old–oh cute we’re the same age–”

“Give it back!” He demanded, reaching for you again, only for you to slide under his legs and appear behind him.

“Born on October 25th–” another attempt to grab you had you using the rope previously used on you against him, binding his wrists, and legs making him fall on his ass.

You then hopped onto the roof of the entrance hallway of the building, and sat on the edge, legs swinging in front of you.

You continued to flip through his wallet, “Restaurant receipt–you know you don’t have to keep those. Lifetime subway pass, oh you lucky bastard. Gift card you’ve probably had for three years, credit card–very shiny, one fifty in cash and–” you paused upon seeing the last item in his standard leather wallet.

Sliding your eyes down to the boy your age, you raised a brow at him, almost laughing at his red face you could see even in the dark.

“Why do you have a condom in your wallet?” You giggled.

Cole momentarily stopped struggling against the rope and had the decency to look away, embarrassed.

“Emergencies,” he grumbled, glaring up at you.

“Ah, right,” you sucked air through your teeth before tossing it back down on his lap.

Flexing his arms, he snapped the ropes like they were ribbons and did the same with the ones binding his legs.

“So, it seems we're at an impasse,” you sighed.

“No,” he stood, “we’re not.”

“Au contraire, you’ll never catch me. You had your shot, and you blew it.” You pointed at him accusingly. “I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that I’m very slippery. And I assure you–you chase, and I’ll run, and I can keep running for a damn long time.”

It would become a game of cat and mouse you knew would go on forever.

“Surely you don’t expect me to just let you walk away with a priceless artifact from the Royal Family.” Cole crossed his arms.

“Exactly–impasse.”

The stubborn boy shook his head, black waves flopping. “No, I–”

Before he could finish his sentence, the dart was already buried into his arm.

Cole startled, looking down at the tiny metal needle sticking out of his right bicep. He gave you an unimpressed look before reaching with his other hand to pluck it from his body. However, his hand was halfway there when it went limp by his side.

Cole’s brown eyes went wide as his legs too started to wobble, and shortly after the rest of his body gave away.

He once again landed on the ground with a dull thud.

Smiling slightly you gracefully jumped down from your perch and made your way over to him to retrieve your dart.

“What the hell is that?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Just a numbing sedative,” you responded, pocketing it. “Don’t worry it’ll wear off in like an hour.”

“An hour? Hell no, help me up.”

“Hmm, tempting,” you deadpanned, but you did prop his back up against the wall of the roof in a sitting position.

Cole glared at you, and you smirked back.

“I enjoyed our little game of cat and mouse my friend,” you patted his cheek before standing to full height. “But I’m afraid I must be going. Places to be, money to be made–you know how it is.”

“Hey! Wait!” Cole called to your retreating back.

But you didn’t. Instead you leapt down to the adjacent roof and all but skipped back to Uri, happy that you weren’t caught, but you weren’t entirely mad about meeting the Earth Ninja either. Secretly, you hoped he'd track you down–where round two of your game would take place.

[legorumii]

" Your skin is warm like an oven.

Your kiss is sugary sweet. "

╰╮Cake , Cole Brookstone x GN Reader.

You were in the kitchen, ingredients were everywhere and the kitchen was a mess. The ninja was out doing their daily lookout so you decided to make your boyfriend, Cole. A cake. And then maybe some cookies for later if he'd like. But you realized that you weren't that good at baking. You huffed, wiping off the flour that was on your hands. The countertop was filled with flour, empty cartons, and bowls of batter. You tried again, but failed, trying not to think about the fact that there was flour and chocolate frosting on your face.

The cake was already in the oven, which you were relieved about. All you gotta do is decorate it. And just on cue, the timer dinged signaling that the cake was done. Your stomach fluttered excitedly as you started getting it out of the oven. You cringed at how slightly burned it was. You sat the cake down on the counter but then heard the front door open. You looked up and saw your boyfriend, Cole. His orange eyes scanned the room until they landed on the cake.

You couldn't tell if he liked it or not since he didn't say anything. He walked over to you, grabbed your wrist, pulled you towards him, and kissed you. It wasn't much, but you could still taste the chocolate frosting. “What is this?” He asked, grinning “Are you making me cake?” You nodded, blushing. His smile widened as he picked you up by the waist, lifting you onto the island. He placed his hands around your waist and leaned forward to kiss you.

You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. He grinned into the kiss. When he finally pulled away you softly pressed frosting onto his nose. You giggled at his expression, "Well! I'm not gonna eat this cake alone, am I?" He asked with a smile. You stared at him and blushed. "Nope!" "Good! Cuz' I'm hungry!!" You both let out small giggles and laughs as you both attacked each other with kisses and leftover cake batter.

You truly loved him and he loved you too.

" Your fingers feel like cotton

When you put your arms around me. "

all content belongs to @legorumii do not repost or translate on any writing website!

[only-siren]

Of Wind and Earth Part 4

The Ball Part 2

Cole x Reader

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An hour had passed since the ball started.

People were dancing, socializing, eating, and laughing, but not y/n. Vania told her to stay on the balcony until it was time for the announcement, and it was almost time.

Y/n was shaking.

What if everything went wrong? What if people didn't take this well, and she had to go into hiding again? She didn't want to have to hide again. She liked her new friends. She didn't want to leave them.

"You doing all right?" A voice asked, snapping y/n out of her thoughts.

Y/n looked up from her sweaty palms, and saw Cole standing there. He looked into her eyes, waiting for an answer.

Y/n opened her mouth, but before she could say anything she burst into tears.

Cole was immediately at her side.

"I…" Y/n started.

"You're afraid that they'll never accept you. That you'll have to go back into hiding again. You're afraid of putting us in danger's way for your sake, and… above all you're afraid of proving them right," Cole stated.

Y/n looked into Cole's eyes completely shocked. It was as if he had read her like a book. They hadn't seen each other since they had arrived at Shintaro, but one thing y/n had noticed about him is that he always seemed to know how she was feeling.

Before y/n could open her mouth, Cole spoke again, "I know the past few years haven't been easy for you. You had to give up everything you loved to protect the ones you love. I know what it's like to be in a hopeless situation where you feel like no matter what you do, you'll never win, but you don't have to hide anymore y/n. You have us now, and you don't have to worry about putting us in danger. We willingly choose to put ourselves in danger almost on a daily basis. It's all part of being a ninja, and if you join us, you'll protect others the way we want to protect you. You're not alone anymore! And you're nothing like Morro. You're sweet, caring, and want what's best for others, just like any good person should. They'll all warm up to you eventually. You just have to show them who you really are."

Y/n blushed at the compliments Cole had given her. Why did he care so much?

"How… how do you know for sure that I won't end up exactly like my uncle did?" She sniffled.

"Because you don't seem to have the same thirst for power that he did," Cole responded.

"The wind blows both ways, Cole…" Y/n said.

"What do you mean?" Cole questioned.

"I control the wind.. but the wind can become so strong that it controls me. Sometimes it feels as if my powers are not my own and.. if I never learn to tame it…" 

"I always believed Morro struggled with his powers in some way but could never quite put it into words," Wu said.

The two jumped not realizing Master Wu had been there.

 "But if you claim your powers aren't tame," Wu continued. "Why did you never attack the hunters?"

"Huh?"

"It's never once been reported that anyone who has gone looking for you has ever been injured by your hand," Wu explained. "You had the opportunity to force them away. Why didn't you?"

Y/n pondered for a moment, then answered, "Because they're all just like me… People, probably with families, hoping to go back home and return to the ones they love."

"See! You could have gotten rid of them all, but you didn't. You have a good heart y/n," Cole said, wiping a tear from y/n's eye. "Your power doesn't define you; your uncle doesn't define you; all those people's opinions don't define you. Only you can determine who you'll be and what you'll do with the power you've been given."

"Why do you have so much faith in me?" Y/n asked.

"Well, you did kind of save me, and you've been nothing but nice ever since we brought you here. How could I not?," Cole answered.

"You may have the power of one who was once evil, y/n, but I have faith that you will be a great ninja someday and prove yourself worthy of their trust," Wu concluded as he walked back into the ballroom.

Cole took y/n's hand in his own.

 "Now come on, let's show them the real y/n!" Cole said with a smile.

Y/n wiped the last tear from her eye and smiled back. She allowed Cole to lead her to the doors of the ballroom, but before they reached the door, y/n stopped.

"Cole…" she said timidly. 

"Yeah?"

"Thank you"

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Standing atop the ballroom's stairs, Y/n looked down to see all the people dancing and laughing, hoping that they would stay that way even after Vania made the announcement.

Cole gave her hand a small squeeze.

"Remember. You've got this," he reminded her.

Y/n smiled and gave a curt nod. 

As they both descended the stairs, y/n started to think. It was strange… It had been awhile since anyone had been this nice to her. Cole was so sweet. She had to wonder if he was always this way. 

She had to admit the gentleness he treated her with gave her butterflies, and the fact that he was now holding her hand didn't help. She hoped no one would notice the blush on her face.

Wait-

She didn't have a crush on him right? Is that what this was? She couldn't like someone she's barely met, could she?

"Y/n? Hello, earth to Y/n?" Vania said, snapping y/n out of her thoughts.

"Sorry… I was thinking," Y/n explained.

"It's fine," Vania answered. "But I'm about to give the speech, so try not to zone out again!"

Y/n giggled nervously, "I'll try not to."

Vania walked toward her throne. Y/n was about to follow her but then looked down and blushed when she realized her and Cole's hands were still intertwined.

"Uh… Cole?" She asked shyly.

Cole looked down as well. When he noticed they were still holding hands Vania's words went through his head.

Y/n is totally your type! …I'm sure she'd love a big strong man to take care of her!

Cole blushed and quickly let go.

"Oh, uh, sor-sorry, Y/n!"

"It's fine," she said timidly.

They stood there awkwardly for a moment before Y/n realized she was supposed to be near Vania. Without saying a word, she quickly walked toward Vania's throne.

Cole face-palmed. 

Great job, Genius! He thought. I probably weirded her out! What in the world is happening to me? Stop thinking about what Vania said.

Once y/n reached Vania, Vania smiled and gave her a reassuring nod before starting her speech.

"Citizens of Shintaro and of lands beyond, thank you for coming to this incredibly important gathering. There is an elemental master here among us who has suffered great injustice due to the acts of her predecessor. We have gathered here today to show the world that she is not a monster as everyone believes and to accept her as she is. Shintaro welcomes her with open arms, and I decree that if anyone tries to hunt her within our borders, they will be held accountable. My fellow leaders, I hope you will pass the same law. We must take a stand for this innocent girl who has been hunted so long. Ladies and gentlemen, may I represent: y/n."

Y/n cautiously took a step forward, wary of the many eyes watching her. Some people applauded, others stayed quiet.

The distinguished leaders seemed to be discussing their thoughts. Some scoffed as others considered the possibility of accepting her, but none of them felt as though they could fully trust her.

Cole's voice rang through y/n's head.

You just have to show them who you really are.

"I...," y/n hesitated before speaking loudly and firmly. "I am a person just as much as any of you are. I am not out for power. All I want is to live my life freely. I want to be able to return to my family and tell them how much I love them without putting their lives in danger. I want to be more than prey for a bounty hunter."

Y/n's voice was beginning to shake as she held back her tears. She didn't want to go back to that life of always playing cat and mouse.

Cole felt the urge to run over to her. He wanted to protect her from all the judging eyes, but he knew she had to do this. This was a big step for her, and he was proud of her for finally taking a stand.

"I know you all think I'm a danger. I've been considered a deviant to society for so long that even I began to believe that I was a danger, but the truth of it is, I never want to harm anyone. I don't even want to entertain the idea of being anything like Morro… I no longer want to live in fear because people think I am exactly as he was. I am more than his evil acts. So please..." Y/n pleaded. "Please let me return to being able to live a normal life. To live life and grow old with the people I love... Just like anyone else should... Please..."

At first... the room was silent. A tear or two rolled down y/n's face. Her ears began to ring as everyone stared at her. Had she made a mistake? Would they not accept her? Should she not have said anything?

Then many people began to clap. A few of the dignitaries rolled their eyes and turned their noses up as they began to leave, but the ones that stayed began discussing again, seeming to agree.

"I don't know about any of my fellow leaders, but I believe that you speak the truth, Miss Y/n. You will have a safe place in the Cloud Kingdom," one dignitary assured.

"And in Ninjago City," said another.

Many more of the dignified guests gave their approval and well wishes to Y/n.

Cole stood there grinning like an idiot. He was so proud of her. She was finally going to be safe… for the most part at least.

Great job, Y/n… 

He thought to himself.

While everyone acknowledged y/n and the leaders from other places, no one noticed the people slowly making their way towards the throne. Twelve people surrounded the throne so there was no escape. Multiple others barred and guarded the doors so no one else could escape.

Suddenly, P.I.X.A.L. spoke up on everyone's communicators.

"Ninja, we have a problem."

Just then, the ringleader of the group spoke to grab everyone's attention.

"Well, that was a mighty fine touching speech you just gave there, y/n, but I'm afraid no one is leaving here until I get my bounty."

"Y/n, watch out!" Cole cried out.

Then there was a loud bang, and it all went dark.

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Word count: 1,838

A/n: Hey, guys! How long has it been? Like- a year? Good news! My writer's block has finally vanished (thank Super Paper Mario for that). I seriously thought my writing days were over, but I finally feel inspired again! I know this was a bit shorter than the last one, but I need to get back into the rhythm of writing once more. I hope this was at least semi-decent. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!  Have a great day/night! <3333

[kagetxiga]

MUSIC CLUB

Movie! Cole Brookstone x Reader

COLE WAS IN A MUSIC CLUB BUT DIDN’T REALIZE THAT THE MEETING WAS CANCELED AFTER SCHOOL, ENTERING THROUGH THE DOORS HE FOUND SOMEONE NEW.

Headphones blasting at full volume and walking in the hallway.

Cole Brookstone, one of the students who were known to be a “member” of the “Garma-dork squad”, other than that, he was known as one of the most laid-back students who couldn’t care less about anything. School has ended, but that didn’t stop some students from being in the school. Whether they’d be doing club activities or to just hang out after school to finish up some homework. Cole was accepted into the music club, although due to the work of being a secret ninja and with all the exams coming up, he had to be absent most of the time. Kai was also accepted into the club but he isn’t as passionate nor as committed to music like Cole, so Kai left the club a while back to join any sports club.

Cole’s phone died during his last period so he was listening to some music through his large boombox which was currently playing some AC/DC. Bopping his head to the tunes and the rhythm, he made it in front of the music club’s door, but before he entered, he heard some noises on the other side of the door. Slipping off his headphones and pausing the music, he pressed his ear against the door.

Silence was heard on the other side but then a loud electric guitar noise was heard, making Cole flinch back in surprise.

Slowly turning the doorknob, he peeped through curiously. The music was louder than before, his brows burrowed at the absence of the rest of the club members, was he too late or too early? Looking more into the room, he spotted a girl with a black shiny electric guitar, her back was facing Cole, hiding her face. He took in some details of the female in front of him with curiosity lingering on his face.

Settling behind her, he sat on the blue carpeted floor, listening intently to her tunes and stringing, her fingers dancing across the strings and she plucks and bends them. Bopping her head up and down to the rock like music.

Cole’s face grew a smile onto his lips as he stared in amazement at her talent, recognizing the song.

She was playing the guitar solo of the song “I don’t wanna be me” by Type O Negative.

Her fingers going up and down the fret board, her hair jumping from her head bops. The song came to an end as she paused and sighed, then becoming startled by the sound of clapping coming from behind her.

Turning quickly, she saw Cole sitting down on the floor, boombox next to him as he was clapping his hands at her solo. “That was awesome” he spoke out happily at her accomplishment, her face held a slight pink tint on her cheeks from embarrassment and from someone seeing her play for the first time.

“Thank you! I wasn’t expecting someone to watch, I would’ve done much more better” She spoke out softly with a small chuckle, turning around to her guitar stand, she turned off the big amp as she placed the shiny instrument on the stand, while at the same time she was pulling out her aux cord. Cole stood up from the floor while watching her clean up, deciding to break the silence he spoke out first.

“So am I late to the meeting or was I early?” Cole asked with curiosity in his tone, the girl turned to look at as she grabbed her bag, “oh, for music club? It was canceled today and was rescheduled to tomorrow” she grabbed her phone and showed him the texts in the group chat.

“Ah, okay I see, my phone died in last period so I didn’t see.” He replied back to her, silence was filled in the room as they awkwardly stood there in the middle of the room.

“So, what’s your name?” The girl asked, saving them from the deafening silence, Cole was secretly grateful. “I’m Cole, what about you?” He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he looked at the girl in front of him. “I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you” She spoke out with a closed eyed smile, he felt an immense surge of relaxation from the girl, something about her was calming and comforting, like a warm aura.

Checking the time on her phone, she had a few minutes left till she has to take her leave. “So, you’re friends with Lloyd?” She asked curiously, “I usually see you by the lockers with him and the others” she added on, Cole immediately felt uncomfortable, not like he was uncomfortable, he felt that he was making her uncomfortable. “Oh, uh, yeah I am, I swear Lloyd is-“ being cut off from the girl she smiled and nodded.

“That’s cool, I’ve always wondered how is he, even though we never really talked nor does he know me, I was always so worried for him cause of all the bullying, especially from chen” her smooth voice replied at cole, making him stunned at her words, she doesn’t hate Lloyd. Which was rare, especially from being in this city.

“You don’t hate him?” He asked whilst tilting his head to the side.

You disagreed and started to state your opinion on the blonde boy. You were about to speak up once more but a ringing was heard in your pockets, you earned a phone call by your ‘mother dearest’ as how you would like to call her.

“Well, looks like i gotta go, see you around?” You smiled at the muscular teenager in front of you as he nodded, “yeah, see you later” he held up his fist in which you knocked your knuckles against his with a smile. Exiting through the door, Cole couldn’t help but smile as he made a new friend.

Maybe he should go to the music club more often.

Thank you!

-K.T

A/n: this was incredibly rushed so i apologize severely if theres any grammar mistakes or so fast.

[kazukazuhas]

hii, I hope you are doing well. if you are taking requests, can you write something reader x ninja. where it's the reader's birthday, and they do small affectionate things to celebrate her? it can be hcs or a small drabble. it's actually my birthday, so this prompt would be perfect. thank youuu✨️

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ birthday edition, ninja┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

  ୧ ⎯⎯ SYNOPSIS ;; what do the ninja do on your birthday? [feat. the ninja and pixal + three extra ]

  ୧ ⎯⎯ WARNINGS ;; profanity ;; written incredibly platonic ;; some silly goofy things ;; reader leans female but majority gender neutral ;; some slight angst

  ୧ ⎯⎯ NOTES ;; happy belated birthday <33 fun fact, it was also my dog's birthday. also, kai being so big brother and excited to celebrate someone's birthday is so true

  ୧ ⎯⎯ ZANE JULIEN

#✧ zane told everyone the night before (after you vanished for a while) that it was your birthday today. but with the way he so casual woke up on your birthday, at the usual times he did and everything, it took you a good minute to realise, hey. i'm old today.

#✧ and being the wonderful nindroid he was he made you several little trinkets, from a little charm of your element to several badges of things you like– because, well you're the only ninja missing them on your gi (he and jay made them for everyone and disrupted them on each person's birthday). but the moment he saw cole scheming something, zane held back on gifting it to you.

#✧ so to make up for it, he turned into a brother (kai probably coded it into him) and showed you small affections through the day. ruffling your hair, patting you on the back, hugging, everything. not that he doesn't on a daily basis, he's a little less expressive normally.

  ୧ ⎯⎯ COLE BROOKSTONE

#✧ he remembered it was your birthday, yes but the hard part was what to get you. he opted for something easy and simple, cake. and because he had so often bought cake (for himself a lot of the time), you didn't quite suspect him getting it for you when you saw the box in the fridge, pushed to the back. cole got you a small one in your favourite flavour and colour, with “happy birthday, [name]” written in cursive on the top in your gi's colour. the sun had barely risen at the time when he got it.

#✧ that was when it hit him, whilr driving back home from the store, that they should have a small party at night. so to be a substitute for now giving you a gift throughout the day, he decided to (harmlessly) use dad jokes on you. (and it's the bad ones to.)

#✧ when you finally show up for morning training, he's the first (after zane) to wish you. engulfing you in the warmest and biggest dad hug of the damn century with the silliness jokes and laughter as he wishes you.

  ୧ ⎯⎯ KAI JIANG

[ HEADCANNON ;; kai is half indian (maya's side) and half chinese (ray's side). and if you ever met an indian, if it's not real gold or diamond– then what you doing?? ]

#✧ nya held him back for the while —swapping with zane to hug you herself— everyone was wishing you; because he was going to brother hug knock you out. (figuratively, literally: he was not going to let anyone wish you because he'd be too hyper to function properly, like usual on someone's birthday.)

#✧ something something he definitely bought you gold jewelry, something simple like earrings, a nose ring or a simple necklace. and kai spent no worry to have expensive it would be to get it custom made, he literally had it made like a whole half year and and a few months in advance before your birthday.

#✧ but since cole had the plan of the party, he substituted to annoying your guts instead of gifting you the jewelry. safe to say that it was your villain origin story...

  ୧ ⎯⎯ NYA JIANG

[ HEADCANNON ;; nya is half indian (maya's side) and half chinese (ray's side). ]

#✧ the moment she hugged you, she might have broken your back–

#✧ like kai, she got you some jewelry custom made for you, a matching set with what he got but it's distinct enough to be something she got you and stand on its own. she had to made towards the end of the previous year when she, zane and pixal go to buy everyone's gifts for the next year.

#✧ but for the time being, she and lloyd at some point (he was too because it pay back for last year when they did the same thing for a while week before and after his birthday) were helping you hide away from kai and cole being absolute menaces to your sanity. but it's all in good fun, shows it gonna be a good day.

  ୧ ⎯⎯ JAY WALKER

#✧ one of the two people that forgot it was your birthday, despite the fact he was finishing up the whole ass bike for a whole ass year was quite literally your birthday gift. jay didn't have a very good memory (it doesn't even come near to rivaling wu's though) and when he did realise, boy appeared next to you immediately while apologizing for forgetting and wishing you. he may have short circuited a little when he used his element to speed himself up so he could hightail it from the junkyard to the monastery.

#✧ on the topic of the gift, he was working on it at his parents' junkyard instead at the monastery because it was so much easier to hide it in the junkyard. throw some tarps and cover it up with some junk and you got it.

#✧ but being the loving brother he is, he sat back and watched you wreck your brains over the terrible dad jokes and annoying shit kai was pulling, stepping in to annoy you even more at some point before he disappeared to go and get the damn bike.

  ୧ ⎯⎯ LLOYD M. GARMADON

#✧ he forgot, but it was expected. he never really cared for birthdays —darkley's never celebrated him and they only matter when he joined the ninja— and he has the worst memory —caused by his seasons worth of trauma— so the moment he remembered, he pulled you to the side and apologized for wishing you so late (that being towards midday) and not getting you a gift (that is a LIE. he hoards so much that he definitely has a gift to give, no matter the occasion.)

#✧ teams up with nya to protect you from kai and cole because it's his revenge for last year (september is his hell, because of his birthday), though it is after he finds an acceptable gift to give you. he figures one of his trillion handmade bracelets (a coping mechanism) can work so he finds a little box and wrapping paper in someone's room and stuffs the paper in the box and puts the bracelet on it and asks nya to keep it with her.

#✧ is the most little shit ever, helping you prank the hell out of kai, cole and occasionally jay back. from dropping water on them to scaring the hell out of them and all the stops. at some point, he drags you and nya to play video games while they get reprimanded by wu. (being wu's gets him out of a trouble.)

  ୧ ⎯⎯ PIXAL

#✧ girl showed up a little earlier than the time of the party with a whole ass basket of snacks and foods she thought you'd like. hands it to you and when you return from hiding it from lloyd, she drags you out and takes you out on her samurai x mech for a bit, flying around the city with you in the mech's hands, nya tagged along on the mech's back.

#✧ she big sister's you so sweetly, talking about all of the random shit with nya. it's honestly a cute experience, and really homely and nostalgic of back when you were with your friends as a kid and before you became a ninja.

#✧ takes you to above ninjago city, on the top of borg tower and then to the quieter streets by the port where they took you out to eat at some stall (like an all girl thing.)

  ୧ ⎯⎯ WU

#✧ his gift was literally just no training– but in all seriousness, he had a small something to gift to you. he usually gifts the same thing to everyone, but it is personalized to each person. and no one still knows what he's gifted them, so, it's a mystery. (lloyd is praying it's not some clue to the next conflict.)

#✧ he's laughing with zane as he watches his students annoying you, at some point he playfully reprimands them before letting them go to set up the party after pixal and nya take you out for a while, helping them sort the banner pixal brought with her for the party that read “happy birthday [name]!”.

#✧ he's watching over them with his brother and sister-in-law beside him as the boys mess around and set up the little party.

  ୧ ⎯⎯ GARMADON

[ for plot purposes, he's sensei g. not lord nor emperor g. ]

#✧ man is having a ball while watching the boys annoy you, he dropped in once (multiple times) to casually slide in some embarrassing comment and single-handed wiping everyone out by turning them red. he's here for a fun time and apparently a long one too. but he's a sweet old guy who just showing affection for his uh- nth child.

#✧ garmadon, being the dad he is, most likely got you something silly that you and him have an inside joke on (he has atleast one inside joke with all the ninja and pixal). he had gotten it a long while before your birthday, that or he got his hands on something that you were dying to get but either it sold out or was no longer being made.

#✧ when he wished you, he probably pulled you into a hug that dad's give (safe and comforting, warm and protective, all at once) and tells you how proud he is of you, that you're still around and breathing, pushing on and how much he loves and cares for you.

the wind felt nice; despite the night breeze being so cold, it felt good against your skin as you sat securely in the samurai x mech's hands, listening to pixal and nya ramble as the nindroid flew you three in back to the monastery. the lights were dim in the courtyard and the only light was from inside, not to mention it was quiet– too quiet...

“guys– it's too quiet,” you mumble back to the ladies wking beside you, stopping as you pull the water ninja's sleeve to get their attention. nya shoots you a firm look, noting it herself while pixal looks around before looking at you.

she shakes her head slowly, “my scanners say there is no danger.”

reluctantly you nod, but trusting in her eyes and judgment. they both continue walking in, nya taking your hand in hers gently and tugging you along softly as she smiles warmly with comforting eyes. “there's nothing to worry about, don't worry, okay?”

“..okay.”

you walk in beside nya, tensing the moment someone covers you eyes and everywhere darkens for a moment before the light returns and pixal's squeezing your shoulders lightly.

“surprise!” they all say as everyone beams at you. there's curly ribbons in your colours (your gi and favourite colours mixed in them), the banner looks beautiful, there's little presents in different boxes behind the small cake. you swear you're about to cry when you realise that hey, this is for you.

it's been hell, and no one's actually celebrated their birthday for a hell of a long time before the conflict and missions you held as the ninja; ninjago's protectors. you say quiet for a moment to properly register it, the fact you're alive and loved. it a sweet feeling, giddy.

“thanks guys,” you say after a while, hugging pixal, who's hugging you from behind, back with an appreciation tone and smile. “thank you guys so much.”

“c'mon, kai, light the candles; we have one more embarrassing thing to do. and there's sing happy birthday,” jay laughs pulling you over to the cake, with a comforting smile, as he sits you down in front of it.

oh fuck. you're screwed now.

  ୧ ⎯⎯ MORRO WU

[ for plot purposes, this is in the past before morro died. he fleed the monastery and found another elemental master and you two stuck together, meaning he's alive to atleast see his teenage to adulthood years, depends on your age. you're the same age ]

#✧ morro is probably the only one who doesn't get you a gift, but he wishes you surprisingly heartfelt. it's the one time he hugs you and says something soft and sweet– the complete opposite of him normally.

#✧ your birthday is the one day that he and you goof off on. you're jumping into a lake together and play fighting together, stealing sweets and some food and he's sneakily taken a cupcake and candle to celebrate you a little bit. he probably steals a necklace or bracelet he thinks you might like and gifts you it.

#✧ overall, it's really sweet the way he worries for you and actually celebrates your birthday, taking out his time to give you something worth remembering unlike the other days and his own birthday (one of which he refuses to celebrate, and you respect his wish despite being who started the birthday cupcake tradition and upholding it every year.)

  ୧ ⎯⎯ NOTES ;; morro unfortunately gets no drabble– i wrote too much already. this was the first time i wrote for anyone but lloyd and morro's part is my favourite!

  ୧ ⎯⎯ TAGLIST ;; @spoopy-fish-writes // @spoops-inliyue ;; @decaffeinatedcloudkryptonite // @shaantiofher ;; @sunangelstears ;; @comicbookweirdo ;; @candy-letsbereal42

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 💌 ꒱ kazukazuhas copr. 2023 darling┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

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Author’s List of Writing

Characters I write about (including games, animes, shows, etc)

I write for only x female readers (Sorry in advance!)

COD

COD—Ghosts

David "Hesh" Walker

Logan Walker

Keegan P. Russ

Captain Commander Thomas Merrick

Kick

MWI—MWIII (Old and new)

John "Soap" Mactavish

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Captain John Price

Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo Parra

Alex "Echo 3-1" Keller

Reacher

Jack Reacher

Joe Reacher

David O’Donnel

Calvin Franz

Tony Swanz

Jorge Sanchez

Manuel Orozco

Oscar Finlay

Haikyuu

Karasuno High (Everyone except Ukai and Takeda, Kiyoko and Yachi)

Aoba Johsai

Nekoma High

Inarizaki High

Shiratorizawa

Fukurōsani Academy

Kamomedai High

(I won’t write for EVERY character of these schools. There are many characters so I will be accepting them as long as I’m okay with it.)

One Piece

Roronoa Zoro

Vinsmoke Sanji

Monkey D. Luffy

Sabo

Portgas D. Ace

Marco

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Usopp

The Disastrous Life of Saiki. K

Saiki Kusuo

Kaido Shun

Kineshi Hairo

Kuboyasu Aren

Kuroko no Basket

Kuroko Tetsuya

Kagami Taiga

Kise Ryota

Midorima Shintaro

Aomine Daiki

Murasakibara Atsuhi

Akashi Seijuro

Kasamatsu Yukio

Hyuga Junpei

Izuki Shun

Takao Kazunari

Himuro Tatsuya

Hayama Kotaro

Ninjago

(I will not be writing about Lloyd since I don’t think he’s of "age" because of the whole aging potion thing.)

Cole Brookstone

Kai Smith

Jay Walker

Zane Julien

(I may just write head cannons of funny Drabbles.)

Young Justice

Robin Nightwing (Dick Grayson)

Connor Kent — Superboy

Wally West — Kid Flash

Red Arrow Arsenal — ( (1st Clone) Roy Harper)

Red Robin - Tim Drake

(2nd) Robin Red Hood — Jason Todd

LEGO Monkie Kid

Sun Wukong

Six-Eared Macaque

Nezha

MK 1

Raiden

Kung Lao

Kenshi Takahashi (Taira)

Johnny Cage

Tomas Vrbada (Smoke)

Kuai Liang (Scorpion)

Liu Kang



(I know, I know…I’m all over the place…Trust me…I just got into 9-1-1…)

Any "weird/disturbing" asks will be deleted and you will be blocked!

[jaybirdss]

Lucky, Cole x reader

fluff, reader pronouns not specified

song to pair with this: 8NIGHTS

forgive any grammatical errors please <3

divider credits <3

Cole groaned, dropping himself onto your bed. You smile, turning over to him and pulling him close.

Cole was exhausted. Between training, saving citizens, chores and listening to the other ninja bicker back and forth, his energy was completely depleted. All he wanted now was to rest with you.

“Rough day?” you ask, carding your fingers through his black waves. You felt the built up sweat and grime from his days worth of work, but you didn’t mind.

Cole nodded his head against your chest. When everything hurt like this, all he needed was you. He could take medicine or drink a special tea, but he’d rather be layed up with you being given special treatment.

You always drew him a nice hot bath and massaged his sore muscles. You made him take things slow and have him relax for the rest of the day. Cole didn’t often take time for himself and was always trying to push though. He felt like he always had to be the black ninja, Elemental Master of Earth. Always keeping up his appearance as strong and independent.

But with you, he could be Cole Brookstone. He didn’t need to be tough, he didn’t need to be strong. He could forget about his ninja duties and the guilt that came with it.

Cole finds himself being lifted up gently by warm hands. You help him up and begin leading him to the bath.

The sound of running water catches his attention, he looks up to see you picking out a bath salt. You decide on a lavender scented salt, tossing some in before leaving to get clothes for the both of you. You usually bathed with him, washing his hair and cleaning the grime from his skin.

You return with underwear and shirts for the both of you, and a pair of Coles shorts for your self. Cole begins to undress and slip into the tub, and you follow shortly after. You sink in behind him, and rest your forehead against his back. You inhale deeply, smelling the earth on him. After dating Cole for so long, it’s become one of your favorite smells. It always reminds you of him no matter where you smell it.

You exhale and begin to lather him with his body wash, soothing over his sore muscles. You wash the dirt and grime from his skin. Cole relaxes his body, leaning back against you with a sigh. He missed days like these. The days where you coddled him and took such careful care. You’re so delicate with him, feather light touches to his skin washing the dirt and caked on sweat off his deeply tanned skin.

Scars littered his body, which once caused him a great deal of self hate. Through your help however, he began to like his scars.

He thought of that now, as you washed over a particularly raised scar. You handled all parts of him with care, even muttering how much you liked them or how cool you thought them to be.

“What’s wrong love?” you ask, dumping water onto his head, and lathering shampoo in your hands.

Cole had been strangely silent today, not saying anything. At first you assumed he was simply too exhausted to speak but something in you prodded deeper.

He sighs, leaning back into you. Many thoughts ran in his head, most of which being ridiculously cheesy and romantic. He had so much to say but couldn’t articulate it in an understandable way. Even if he could, he was so tired he couldn’t speak that much.

“I just..I really love you. Thank you” and he went silent again, relishing in your fingers massaging shampoo into his scalp. A giggle passed through your lips while you wash out the lather. You can practically feel his eyebrow raise, “I thought it was something bad”

You stand and towel the two of you off, standing in front of him and towel drying his hair. “I love you too, sweets” with a kiss on his cheek you turn to get dressed.

Cole stands still for a moment, wondering how he got so lucky to have you.

[milkytheholy1]

Double Trouble

A/N: A bit of a long one today, I've been rewatching Ninjago and a few episodes have stuck out to me that I'd like to cover so expect more like this soon. I'll also be releasing the next part for my Shadow fic, Warming Up To You, in the next coming days so stay tuned. Enjoy!

Cole Brookstone X Female reader

Ultimate masterlist.

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"Focus, Lloyd. Control the power inside you. When you feel a surge welling up, harness it." Jay hummed, watching with anticipation as Lloyd held a lightbulb in his hands.

"I understand, I am in control." he groaned out, the lightbulb slowly glowing green. Jay smiled, rubbing his hands together, "Come on, Lloyd. You can do it." he cheered. The bulb continued to get brighter and brighter, the rest of you were standing at the edge of the dojo watching with uncertainty.

As the bulb continued to glow, a cracking sound filled the room. You turned to Cole, whispering a small "Do you hear that?" As the sentence left your mouth, the bulb exploded, shards shattering in a circle around Lloyd.

"Aah! Stupid light bulb! You're putting too much pressure on me, let me have one more try." he begged. Kai walked up to him, placing a reassuring hand on his back, "Ugh, sorry, Lloyd. That was the last light bulb."

Lloyd frowned, you knew he'd been practising extra hard and yet this is all he had to show for it, a bunch of broken bulbs. Cole grabbed a broom from the supply closet and offered it to Lloyd, "Clean up, Lloyd. We'll continue training tomorrow."

The rest of you gathered into a small group, Jay frowned, rubbing his hands against his face in defeat "What am I doing wrong, Sensei Wu? I can't seem to teach him to control his power."

"Patience, Jay. Sometimes, the greatest opponent we face is ourselves, and that's especially true of Lloyd. Remember where he came from, he's the son of Lord Garmadon. It's going to take time for him to embrace the light." Wu stated, wise as always. You all collectively nodded, but you just wish this whole green ninja, light vs dark thing would happen already. 

It always felt like you were one step closer to winning but then the rug would be pulled from under you and you'd have to start all over again. Checking the time, you mumbled to Cole that you were leaving; duty calls so to say.

You were a teacher at Lloyd's old school, though now it was solely for good. You had always wanted to be a teacher, so you could help others and see where their paths would go. It brought you no end of joy, and Kai did say you always liked a challenge. So when the opportunity arose for you to teach at this wayward boarding school you ate up the chance.

Leaving your small village, you couldn't wait to start the next chapter in your life. Your friends were very excited for you, though Nya and Cole seemed a little reluctant.

"What if something bad happens to you?"

"What if the school is still secretly evil?"

"How will we hang out all the time?"

"Who's going to make me cake?"

But it all ended up working out, you got a few days off every so often and would spend the majority of that time with the ninja. Today was your last day off after a three-day weekend. So, with your bags packed, you set off and found your way back to the boarding school in no time.

"Hey there, Miss (L/N)." Brad smiled, watering the flowers outside the main entrance. You thanked the taxi driver as you climbed out of the vehicle, pulling your bags with you, "Brad?" you questioned.

You looked around but saw no one else with him, "What are you doing out here? Why aren't you in class?" 

"Oh, erm, well-" he stuttered out, you were now standing in front of him, teacher mode activated. You nodded your head to the entrance, "C'mon, let's get you back to class; we'll talk about this later." you followed on behind him, the large doors slamming shut behind you.

As you were walking, the wheels of your luggage click-clacking along the wooden floor, you noted the lack of students or even teachers in the hallways.

They're probably all in class, you thought.

You had followed Brad to his correct class, watching as he approached the door. But he turned to you before he went in, "Oh, Miss (L/N), I think Principle Noble wanted to see you." with that he walked into the room before you could question why.

You shook the strange thoughts from your head and approached Noble's office, no point in keeping the man waiting. Your skin broke out in goosebumps, even though this school taught good, you couldn't escape the villainous feeling that followed you down every hall. Approaching Nobel's office, you knocked lightly on the door, hearing a short "Come in!"

"Principle Nobel, you wanted to see me?" you said as you opened the door, only to find the office empty. 

"Get her!" came a voice from behind, and then you slipped into a deep sleep.

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"Hehe, at least I'm getting better." Lloyd joked as he landed the ultra-dragon, the others slightly shaking as they jumped off the beast. Cole sighed, kissing the ground, "All the same, I'll take the reins going home. Just to be safe."

"Lloyd?" Brad called out, the same watering can in his hand like before. Lloyd shook his head in disbelief, "Uh, Brad?"

"You came!" Brad launched himself at Lloyd, capturing him in his arms, "So good to see you!" Lloyd struggled to get away from Brad's grip, scratching his head when he was finally free, "It is? Y-you put fire ants in my bed, remember?"

"Please forgive me, I wasn't myself and have learned the error of my ways." Brad begged, his attention soon turned to the others, "And you must be the ninja!"

"Uh, guys, meet Brad Tudabone." Lloyd introduced, Brad proceeded to shake everyone's hands, "Such a huge fan! Go good! Haha. Uh, please, will you follow me to see the Principal?"

Brad led everyone inside, the hallways still empty as were the classrooms, "Uh, shouldn't you all be in class?" Cole questioned. He would occasionally pop his head into a room to see if you were teaching, only to come up empty-handed.

"Actually, today is a new Darkley School tradition: Ninja Day. We stay out of sight to honour the way of the ninja for showing us the light." Brad smiled, continuing down a few more hallways.

 Cole stood straighter, baring his chest out with his hands on his hips, "Huh, this is a good school. I'm impressed."

The group arrived at a door, a shadowy figure behind it. Brad rasped his knuckles along the wooden frame, "Principal Noble? Lloyd and the ninja are here for the ceremony."

"That, and the cake. By the way, do you what kind it is?" Cole butted in. Noble's voice echoed out of the room to the ninja it sounded fine, but something about it put Lloyd off, "I'll be with you in just a moment."

Brad excused himself, something about tending to his flowers. Jay looked around, uneasy, "Um, heh, has anyone seen a teacher yet?"

"Indeed, their absence is most strange," Zane added, but no problems came up in his systems. The office door slowly opened, Noble's voice continuing, "I'll see you now. Come in, come in."

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"This sucks," you huffed, feeling the harsh fibres of the rope rub roughly against your skin. A handful of students stood in front of you with guilty smiles, "Sorry, Miss (L/N). But this is all part of the plan to get revenge on the ninja!"

"Where are the other teachers? What have you done with them?" you question, glaring at one boy in particular. Gene stepped forward, separating himself from the crowd, "They're in the staff room, we brought you here because you're different."

"Different?" 

Gene shook his head, walking around you as he monologued, "You not only know the ninja, but you're also quite close with them too. We've done our research and thanks to Ninjago Gossip, we know you and the Earth ninja are in a secret relationship!" he accused.

You jolted at the accusation, eyes wide and mouth agape, "W-what? T-that's not true." you rambled, "Me and Col-I mean the Earth ninja aren't in any kind of relationship, that's just a rumour." you continued. Gene continued though, "Whatever it is, he'll come to your rescue and then we can further my genius plan!" he cackled.

"What happened to being good, I thought you were enjoying the new classes?" you sighed out, wriggling against the ropes. Gene chuckled weakly, "We were never good, we only enjoy being pure evil!" The rest of the children laughed along, they soon left shortly after to, quote-on-quote, "Deal with the ninja."

At least you knew the ninja were here, and Cole would come looking for you. Yet knowing that the whole of Ninjago thought you and Cole were dating was something your brain couldn't wrap around. Sure, you went on that date after the serpentine hypnotised Jamanakai Village. And sure, you perhaps went on three more dates after that, but you were never official.

A few minutes had passed, you hated how actively your mind was thinking about Cole now. Luckily some commotion from outside broke you free of your thoughts, it sounded like something serious was happening. The sound suddenly stopped, you leant forward trying your best to understand the situation.

Just then the door burst open, smoke and dust clouded the room before a figure became visible. Dressed in all back, you'd recognise that gi from anywhere, "Cole!" you beamed. He looked at you with mischievous eyes, you couldn't see his full face but you could only assume there was a grin to match.

"You look good like this, makes me not want to untie you."

"W-what?" you gawked, unsure if you heard him correctly. He came to kneel in front of you, placing a delicate finger under your chin, "Maybe once this is over, we can go back to your place, huh?" he pulled his mask from his face; and what do you know? He was smirking.

You opened your mouth weakly, unable to say anything in response. Cole smirked, "What? Cat got your tongue?" He eventually unwrapped you, keeping you close in his arms, "C-cole, what's gotten into you?" you finally managed to say. Cole twirled you in his arms, pulling you back and forth in a swift dance, "Maybe the schools rubbing off on me."

"Maybe," you whispered, now extremely close to his face. You and Cole had yet to kiss, again, you'd only been on a few dates and the most it led to was falling asleep together on the couch in your apartment. Lost in your mind again, and partly Cole's eyes, the Earth ninja pushed his head forward and connected your lips together.

It felt...wrong. All this time you thought, you anticpated, that this moment would be magical and yet now you're here...it's not. There were no sparks of love, no tingly feelings in the pit of your stomach. Opening your eyes, you could feel rather than see Cole snickering above you. But now that you'd got a closer look at him, he looked different. He was a little paler than usual, his eyes not the same as before, it didn't feel like him or acted like him for that matter.

You pulled away, putting distance between you both, "What's wrong, babe?" he asked, taking steps closer to you. 

"I-y-you're not Cole," you declared, albeit nervously. This fake, this imposter, this Bizzaro version of Cole laughed, "What do you mean?"

"You're not him," you swatted away his incoming hands, he paused, staring at you. Bizzaro Cole grinned, his shoulders relaxing, "You're right, I'm not Cole. I'm much better." with that, he picked you up with little effort and flung you over his shoulder. Bizzaro Cole walked out of the classroom with you rattling and banging against his back, though it had little effect.

"What is she doing here?" another version of Kai questioned, his voice dripped with anger. You could feel Bazzaro Cole shrug, "I wanted her. You found the other ninja yet?"

Just like clockwork, the actual ninja arrived through a hidden door, "Ah. Finally, a way out." Cole beamed. Kai looked towards the end of the corridor, seeing the Bizzaro ninja, "Guys, why are we staring at ourselves?"

Cole immediately saw you, hanging over his doppelganger's shoulders like a trophy, "(Y/N)?" he whispered out. Principle Nobel and the other teachers backed away, locking themselves back in the secret door, "Uh, this is kind of too weird for us. We're gonna stay in here." 

"Ha, those who don't fight, teach." Jay joked, getting into a fighting stance like the others. Cole pointed an accusing finger at his evil self, "Drop the girl, uh, me!"

"I don't know, I quite like her. We had a good time, isn't that right, babe?" Cole nudged his shoulder jostling you in the process, you went to scream out but Bizzaro Jay had already covered your mouth with tape, bounding your hands together with some rope. The real Cole growled, pulling down his mask, how dare that guy touch you.

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The battle had been raging for a few minutes, Bizarro Cole had dumbed you to the side with a promise to return after beating the 'fake' ninja. You could see both Coles fighting each other, evenly balanced as all things should be. Though, compared to the others, their fight seemed personal.

"You're gonna regret messing with (Y/N), me!" the normal Cole shouted, throwing a punch and ultimately having it blocked. Bizzaro Cole laughed, leaning in closer when he kicked his leg out, "I don't think I will, besides, she seemed to like me more anyway."

"What're you saying?" Cole growled, using his anger in his punches. Bizzaro Cole swung his leg again, failing to land a hit, "I. Kissed. Her." he spoke with each swing. That's when Cole felt truly lit by rage, "YOU WHAT?" he bellowed out, going into a fury.

How dare this freak touch you, kiss you! That should be him, well, the good version of him, not the evil one; ugh, all this clone stuff was confusing.

"Ugh, we're so evenly balanced- oww -this fight could go on...forever." Jay sighed his movements much slower than before. Kai tumbled into a locker, blocking another punch, "We can't give up. Keep fighting!"

"NINJA, GO!" the battle cry of the ninja. The hallway was full of small ninjas, each coloured and dressed in fastly-made gis.  

"Hey, it really is Ninja Day!" Cole mused, sliding away from his counterpart as the children dogpiled him. Kai watched with confusion until the lightbulb clicked, "Oh, I see what they're doing! They're trying to confuse them!"

"Yeah, but it's confusing me, too." Jay stumbled back, falling into the lockers. Zane pulled him up, helping to adjust Jay's mask, "Keep your focus." he then used spinjitzu to destroy his counterpart.

"It works just like Gene says. If you can land a punch, they'll be defeated!" Lloyd beamed, jumping in the air with a fist pump. Once Cole heard this, he wound up his fist and landed a harsh blow onto his counterpart. The children holding him down released him, and the Bizzaro version of Cole faded away.

"Aargh! Good riddance!" Cole dusted his hands, flicking his gaze to you, still bound and gagged by the lockers. He rushed over to you and, with delicate hands, pulled the tape away, wincing at the sound, "(Y/N)," he scanned over you.

"Cole, you saved me, again." you moaned towards the end, you didn't want to be known as the ninja's damsel in distress all the time. Cole helped untie you, pulling you up with a gentle hand, "Listen, I'm sorry about-"

"Don't." you cut him off, "It wasn't you, there's no need to apologise."

"But there is, I should've been there to help you. I knew you coming here was a bad idea." he frowned. You pulled him into a hug, "Don't say that, I mean, look at the students, they saved your butt back there."

"Hey, don't sound smug. I can always tie you back up again and leave you like that." you blushed at his comment, thinking back earlier to what the Bizzaro version of Cole had said. Cole seemed to pick up on this, tilting his head in confusion, "What? Was it something I said?"

"No," you laughed, shaking your head. You were still in Cole's arms, neither of you moving anytime soon. Cole lifted his arm to scratch the back of his neck before returning it around your waist, "So, listen (Y/N), about the whole kiss thing-"

"Kiss me," you once again interrupted. Cole blanked, now it was his turn to blush, "W-what?" he stuttered out. You stepped impossibly closer, if it were even possible, breath fanning over his face, "Kiss me, Brookstone."

"I-yes, mam." he hummed, leaning down and delicately slotting his lips against yours. You wasted no time in putting pressure into the kiss, feeling your palm raise to curl around his cheek while he smoothed his hands over your back. 

This felt right, this felt like Cole, like your Cole.

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"Oh, man. It's so great we have the tank back." Jay beamed, amazed by all the gadgets and the sophistication of the interface. Meanwhile, you and Cole were riding the ultra-dragon. Your arms were wrapped around his waist while your head leaned against his shoulder, Cole like usual was shoving food into his mouth, "You said it, mmm." he hummed.

"Can't wait to hear what Sensei says when he hears about this." Kai joked, recalling the day's events. The small monitor in front of Kai flashed on, Lord Garmadon's image appearing on screen, "So, it is true. You have destroyed my evil ninja."

"Keep it coming, Garmadon. Your attempts to stop us are only making us stronger." Kai huffed, puffing out his chest though no one could actually see it. Garmadon sighed, "But tomorrow is a new day, ninja. Mark my words, I will find new ways to finish you, once and for al-" the screen began to fade on and off.

"What? I can't hear you." Kai teased, but Zane seemed more concerned, "Nya will be displeased, she just repaired it and it appears it already has to go back to the shop."

"Nah, it's not broken." Lloyd smiled, seconds later the screen came back on with one of Lloyd's favourite games. The ninja looked at Lloyd with shock, "You did that? But it didn't blow up." Jay said amazed. Lloyd grabbed a controller, kicking his feet back, "Hey, you go to school, and sometimes you might pick up a thing or two."

You all broke out in laughter, what a bizarre day.

[fortune-fool02]

New Ninja

Cole Brookstone x female, ninja reader

Summary: Training all day and night wasn’t ideal to anyone, but Cole wanted to push through it and push his limits further, but that might not be the only reason he had. 

Due to my recent head-dive back into my childhood and returning to my love for Ninjago, I present you with this. 

Feedback is highly appreciated. thank you for taking the time to read this. Please enjoy.

The sun’s light had long since faded, being replaced with an inky dark sky that glimmered with countless stars. Heat replaced with a cool breeze that slipped through the tiniest of cracks and danced in the open air. Something akin to feeling fresh water wash against your skin after a long day of work. 

By now, everyone was inside and enjoying the end of the day, except for Cole who was still pushing himself on the training equipment. Ignoring the burning in his muscles, the ache in his bones, and how his heart hammered against his ribcage and lungs as he pulled himself up on the bars, keeping his chin over the metal bar and counting each one. His shirt cast aside to allow him to cool down as much as he could, though it did little given how sweat trickled down his body. Normally, Cole would be inside with the others either eating or playing video games with Jay, but recently, he was spending almost every waking hour in that training yard. 

Zane had concluded it was one simple reason: Their newest arrival. [Name] [Surname] was Sensei Wu’s newest student and showed nothing but absolute dedication to the lessons and teachings their sensei gave them. A closed book whose cover gave away very little of her contents. With her [Hair colour] hair flowing whenever they trained, quick movements showing to be her strong suit as she made up for not matching the physical strength of the other ninja. [Eye colour] eyes that kept her soul locked tight, hidden behind reinforced walls that Cole wished to climb over and see for himself. With no colour assigned to her yet of her uniform, the basic dark material was supplied, which actually suited her well in Cole’s mind -but that could just be him being biased. 

The first time he saw her on the training equipment was like witnessing something remarkable. The determination in her expression, the focus on her actions to land to attack correctly. It was impressive. She was impressive despite being the newest addition to their team. And now, Cole wanted to impress her. Thus, leading to his addiction to the training yard. Zane had explained the dangers of doing this but it went right over Cole’s head, so he settled to leaving a large glass and jug of cold water with ice in for when Cole would need it. 

A thud was heard as Cole finally let go of the bar and let his body drop to the ground, his chest moving quickly as he gasped and panted for air, finally allowing his body to relax. 

“Maybe I am pushing myself too hard.” He muttered to himself, trying to muster up the strength to sit up. 

“I agree with that.” A sudden voice surprised the dark haired man, making him jump a little as he saw a figure leaning over him. [Name] stood there, her head tilted lightly like a curious animal, examining something new. 

“[Name], what’re you doing out here?” He asked, again, trying to sit up but was forced back down by his own aching muscles. 

“I was wondering why you’re out here at this time when training finished hours ago.” She held her hand out, offering aid which he took, thanking her as she helped pull him up, then holding the glass of water for him. 

“Thanks,” He took a few large gulps of water before continuing, “Oh, just getting the extra hours in, you know? Keeping fit.” The way her eyes focused on him, like there was nothing else in the entire world but him, made a sense of tingles flourish within him. “What about you?” 

“I just finished helping Zane clean up after dinner. We saved you a plate since you were out here.” He missed Zane’s cooking? Damn, Zane could make even the most plainest of foods taste amazing. Oh well, at least they saved him some. [Name] looked around then handed Cole his shirt. “Could you help train me? I heard from the others that you are the strongest in physical strength out of us all. Could you help me improve mine?” 

The question knocked out what little air Cole had in his lungs. She wanted his help? His? “S-Sure! I’d love to!” he couldn’t help but smile at this. The idea of them training together made him smile more, spending quality time with [Name], and hopefully finding a way to crack that shell around her. 

“Wonderful. See you in the morning, Cole. Goodnight.” She turned and walked off, leaving Cole a smiling mess as he stood there with his shirt in one hand, a glass of water in the other and a silly smile on his face. 

“Woah, did Cupid come by and slap you with a rolled up magazine?” Jay chuckled at the sight of the Earth Ninja. 

“Yeah...” 

[crackedpumpkin]

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝟎𝟑 |

[ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] | [ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ] | [ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

The last time anyone picked you up was when you were getting your butt kicked by your previous master. He’d grabbed you by the waist, easily lifting you and slamming you back down onto the floor in a swift manoeuvre. 

This is exactly the reason why you’re unable to fathom someone carrying you without the intention to fight or harm you. You stare grumpily at Cole’s face, legs dangling off his arm as he carries you to the ambulance. 

“I’m fine, y’know. You can put me down now.” 

He barely spares you a glance, scanning the crowd for any more injured people. “You’ve sprained your ankle — must’ve been when you fell in that pit. You should get it checked out.”

“Oh, so now you show me concern?” Your sarcastic jab doesn’t go unnoticed, his brows furrowing under his hood. 

“What’re you even talking about?” Scoffing, you roll your eyes at the audacity of this man. Luckily, he didn’t hear what you’d uttered before about him being your soulmate and whatever. 

In the meantime, the paramedics had checked on other guests who had mumbled grievances about the auction being cancelled. On the other hand, the mayor had personally announced that they would hold it again soon after checking the museum thoroughly to avoid an incident like this again.

You’re surprised when Cole decides to remain with you, citing his duties as a ninja to come to the aid of any injured citizens. The other four are on a makeshift stage set up by the mayor’s team, standing proud and tall as he speaks.

“And lastly, I would like to thank the ninja for once again, being the heroes we need. Additionally, they will be doing another meet-and-greet on the new auction date.” He pauses, noticing someone gesturing to him to hand over the mic to another. “Additionally, it seems that Ms Hamla has something to say.”

Your stepmother walks onto the stage without a single hair out of place, still in her emerald gown. Your eyes narrow in suspicion from where you’re sitting on the chair Cole had managed to score for you.

“What’s she doing…?” Your mutter doesn’t go unnoticed, Cole turning to look at you with curiosity in his gaze. His eyes flit between your glare and the famous writer on stage, before voicing his question.

“Do you know her personally?”

Laughing, a hint of bitterness gives away exactly how you feel about that. “You could say that,” You answer vaguely. 

“Hello, citizens of Ninjago. First of all, thank you to the ninjas for evacuating everyone safely and securing the status of the threat. Truly from the bottom of my heart,” Her eyes somehow find yours from the stage. You hold a steady, yet defiant gaze. “Thank you,” She finishes softly, finally looking away.

“I will be here again on the new date of the charity auction,” She continues, her strong voice carrying the weight of her words effectively, “and I will also be selling a limited edition of a new book I’m writing, titled: ‘You Complete Me’. All proceeds will go to charity. I hope you will be able to make it.”

Scoffing, you brush off the odd look the paramedic gives you before he finishes bandaging your ankle. Chatters break out amongst the audience, everyone’s invested excitement helping fuel the eagerness of the mayor’s team. 

She better not be expecting you to come again, though. Once is more than the amount you’re willing to do for her. Your vision is blocked by a pair of concerned eyes, Cole having knelt to check on your ankle. 

“I’m fine,” You repeat with a sigh, letting him scan the now bandaged ankle. Wincing when he presses down on a sore spot, you quickly mask it with an annoyed purse of your lips. “If you keep doing that, I might end up hospitalised.”

“Fine,” He quickly drops your ankle, sucking a sharp breath through his teeth at your glare. “Sorry…” The tinge of guilt in his smile makes you feel a little bad for being so mean, but the very thought of confronting him about anything makes you feel squeamish inside. 

Pausing, you recall the hooded figure you saw in the room he’d found you in. Do any of them know…? The scroll they held looked valuable, and if there’s anything you’ve learnt from watching detective shows and reading mystery novels, it’s that it’s never a good sign to leave any stone unturned.

“Hey,” you begin, faltering slightly when he looks up at you with a doe-like gaze. You ignore it, pushing past the way your stupid heart kind of squeezes. “Earlier in the exhibition room, there was someone. They had a scroll in their hands and it looked pretty important.”

“Well, maybe it’s just a common thief. We get some of those around these parts.” He replies lightheartedly. 

“The scroll was glowing.” Now that got his attention. The disbelief in his eyes is more than enough for you to crack an amused grin, tilting your head to the side as you observe the cogs in his brain starting to turn.

“Glowing?” He repeats.

You nod. “Glowing.” Now having his full attention, you begin telling him about your encounter, and how the stranger had fled through the skylight with the weird gauntlet they had. He listens to every word with intrigue, the space between his brows creasing more and more until a full frown is on his face.

“Thanks for telling me this,” He says once you’re done, standing back up and dusting off the specks of dirt on his gi, “I’ll be sure to alert the others. Can I have your number?” You hesitate, raising a sceptical brow. 

He pauses, shoulders tense as he tries to clarify his intentions. “It’s so that we can ask you some follow-up questions if we have any, and maybe you can provide Zane with a description so he can do a sketch.” 

So much for never seeing each other again.

“Fine,” you shrug, keying in your number on the phone he hands you and adding your name. He takes it back and gives it a quick call. You pull out your phone as it rings, swiping left to pick up the call before holding it to your ear and going, “Truth or dare?”

“Neither, unfortunately,” he chuckles, pocketing his phone after hanging up. “Thanks for the info. You can send me the medical bill for your ankle, the ninja fund will cover it.”

“Ninja fund?” You repeat incredulously. If there were an award for the worst names of a foundation or charity, you’d give it to him, no questions asked. 

He turns with a grin. “Ninja fund.” 

You hesitate for a split second before making a decision. “Let’s not meet again, Cole.” His back stiffens, his steps slowing to a halt, clearly having heard you. He turns slowly, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as the realisation dawns on him that you know that he knows.

“I’ll- uh, do my best, random citizen!” He replies robotically, lifting his arm in an awkward salute before taking off to where the rest of his teammates are. You watch his retreating back with a half-smile, filled with pure amusement. 

“There you are!” You’re ambushed by a sudden hug, the shock fading as you lean into your father’s embrace. The judge’s wig he still has on tickles your nose a little, but you repress the sneeze that threatens to ruin the moment. 

He pulls away, firmly planting on your shoulders as he checks you over for injuries. “I was looking all over the place for you. Did anyone hurt you-” His eyes finally land on your bandaged ankle, looking up with a huge frown.

The sheepish chuckle that slips past your lips doesn’t help your case. “That’s it. We’re going home now.” 

“What about her?” You reluctantly nod over to Emily who’s getting swarmed by reporters, her calm composure somehow irking you even more than Cole did. 

“She’ll be fine,” His eyes soften when he looks over at her. The sight makes you feel queasy, looking down at your shoes and fiddling with your cuticles, picking away at them. “Come on,” He helps you up, placing an arm under your shoulder and walking with you to the car.

“Also,” He adds upon closing the car doors after helping you in, “Your classes are supposed to start next week. So till then, no going out until you’re better.” He holds up a finger, stopping you in your tracks as you part your lips to protest. You slouch in your seat instead with an annoyed frown, glaring out the window. A thought occurs to you, inhaling sharply when you realise something crucial.

You forgot to get the rest of the ninjas’ autographs.

— — — — — 

School is boring. That’s a fact you’ll never grow accustomed to. Classes are typical, with few lectures that grab your attention. Professors are mostly chill, though there’s a Miss Grenadine in every school it seems. 

All the pain in your sprained ankle had faded in about a week, two days after classes started. Luckily, this meant that Dad wouldn’t drop you off at school every day anymore, and you’d be able to take the bus or train as usual. 

However, the time taken for your ankle to fully recover meant that you were mostly cooped up at home with nothing to do except decorate or rearrange your bedroom however you liked. Dad had painted your room a soft grey and installed a few pieces of IKEA furniture you’d bought online. 

Your room began to feel more cosy, more like your own personal space. Before you moved, you were too lazy to redecorate and kept the pastel blue walls you’d painted when you were seven years old.

Now though, you’re trekking out of the university with your tote bag and an iced latte in hand, trying to beat the heat by taking refuge in the shadows of tall buildings around. Your laptop is dangerously exposed in the bag, occasionally hitting your arm as you walk down the street.

Your phone begins to vibrate, playing the opening lines of a trot song that Nico had made you put in as a penalty for losing a bet. You’d grown used to the cheesy tune over time, no longer bothered by it and actually embracing how cringy it sounds. 

“What up?” You greet nonchalantly, hearing your dad’s soft chuckle on the other end.

“Hey munchkin, just wanted to check if you’re on the way to the monastery.” 

“Yeah, I think I’ll reach home by eight. Want anything?” 

Your dad hums over the phone, pondering. “No, I’ll be fine. I’ll get dinner for Emily. Make sure you don’t stay out too late though, you’re not used to the city layout yet.” He was supposed to drive you to the monastery, but a sudden work emergency needed his presence and he had to let you go by yourself instead.

To be fair, it did require a bit of persuasion on your side. He relented after a while and sent you the location. You just didn’t know that it’d be absolutely sweltering in the afternoon. Spotting a boba store only a few feet away, you quickly end the conversation.

“No problem, I’ll see you tonight! Bye!” The monotonous dial greets your ears upon hanging up, approaching the bored staff member who’s chilling at the cashier. “Hi, can I get an Earl Grey milk tea?” 

She keys in the order with lazy fingers, practically jabbing at the screen and telling you the price. Warily taking out the cash in your wallet, you hand it to her with a small smile. The boba is made quickly enough to your surprise, the staff member’s swift movements leave you impressed when she hands you the packaged cup with a blank stare and goodbye. 

Sweet, sweet relief.

That’s exactly what hits your tongue when you take a sip, gulping down almost a third of the drink before finding some semblance of self-control. This won’t do. You need to get there faster than walking under the hot sun. 

Flagging down a taxi takes only mere seconds, leaving you astounded by the sheer amount of drivers who halted in front of you before demanding that you should choose them.

City life is intimidating.

You choose to go with a friendly uncle who wasn’t as aggressive as the rest, sitting in the back and sighing in relief as the air-conditioning hits. “Where to?” He asks, shutting the car door. 

“Uh,” you double-check your phone, “The monastery of Spinjitsu please.” He gives a single nod, beginning the drive. You relax your upper body, tilting your head sideways to ease your tense neck. The smooth drive kinda makes you a little drowsy, but mainly relieved that you’re no longer exposed to the heat. 

Would your new teacher be young and agile, or old and wise? Wondering about the different possibilities of what he might teach you does make you feel sceptical. After all, Emily’s the one who signed you up for it without your consent. 

Either way, you’re actually kind of excited to meet this new teacher of yours. 

— — — — — 

“There is no fucking way I’m climbing up this many steps.” you stare in disbelief at the stretch ahead, unable to even see a glimpse of the foretold monastery your phone directs you to. 

The distance is unbelievable, let alone the amount of cardio this would mean for you. Sure, you’re somewhat fit from the occasional jogging and kendo, but this? You’re not sure you’ll make it up there alive. 

Maybe there’s a lift or wheelchair platform…? 

You look around hopefully, only to be utterly crushed by the absence of any potential aid. Shaking your head with a sigh, you mentally prepare yourself for the journey ahead. Luckily, you have your drink in hand, so perhaps doing this under the sun won’t be as bad as you think.

Fifteen minutes later, you very much regret choosing today of all days to check this off the to-do list. Gritting your teeth, you turn around and take a break, collapsing on the step and catching your breath. 

You’d made it halfway so far, but the sun’s relentless heat continuously beats down on your back, practically sweating through the already thin material of your black tank top. Regret fills you with the memory of an identical tank top in white hanging in your wardrobe back home, the current colour absorbing even more heat than it should.

You’d taken off the chic outer layer and stuffed it into your tote bag, though it’s becoming heavier with each step up the mountain. “Out of all places, they chose a mountain,” You mutter heatedly, gulping down the rest of your now warm drink. 

After a few more moments of rest, you pick yourself back up, groaning as the joints in your hips pop loudly. “I swear, when I get there, they better have a towel or something…” If they didn’t, you’d be damned sure to get your hands on some water at least.

Encouraged by the thought, you pick up the pace. 

Twenty minutes later, you finally reach the huge, ornate doors that stand tall above you. Sweat drips down the sides of your face, and your shirt soaked with sweat. God knows how your armpits feel. 

You barely have the strength to push the doors wide open, opting instead for a simple knock. There’s no response. You’re practically on your knees, hands placed flat on the ground from exhaustion. 

Just as you lift a limp arm to knock once more, the door opens. 

“...Can I help you…?”

Looking up, your eyes widen upon seeing a familiar face. The Ice Ninja mirrors your reaction, kneeling and offering you a hand. “Come in, let’s get you something cold.” 

Summoning enough strength to nod, you grab his hand and pull yourself up. Tiredness hinders your normal movements but certainly isn’t enough to keep a snarky comment from escaping your mouth.

“You guys ever thought about relocation?” 

— — — — — 

A shower and quick change of clothes kindly provided by Zane leave you a whole new person. Towelling your hair dry, you hand Zane the towel he lent from the supply closet. “Thanks, Zane, I don’t think I could’ve survived any training, much less meet Master Wu as I was earlier.” 

He chuckles, neatly folding the towel. “It’s quite alright. I understand our location may not be the best, which is why we always have a guest room and shower available for those who visit.” 

Depositing the towel into a random laundry basket in the hallway, he continues to guide you through the area. “Those are Nya’s clothes, by the way. She doesn’t mind if you take them; they’re usually meant for beachwear. What brings you here?” 

“I’m supposed to be a new student. Emily signed me up for lessons here, since I had to quit my previous dojo when we moved to the city,” You explain, pausing to stare at the courtyard with intrigue.

“Oh? What did you do there?” Zane asks, stopping with you. The children who take lessons at the monastery run amok in the courtyard with joy, practising their moves and playing games cheerfully. You’re simply amazed at how they’re able to tolerate the heat. “The walls are built with technology that keeps the interior cool,” he explains, sensing your curiosity.

“That’s a dream come true,” You sigh wistfully, wishing that it was installed into the mountains so that your journey here wasn’t so treacherous. “I used to learn Kendo.” You resume your walk, answering his earlier question. 

“Kendo is difficult. It’s very admirable that you’ve learnt it, and are continuing to learn other styles of self-defence.” He brings you to a large room with a tea set neatly laid out on a table in the middle, soft mats covering the wooden floor. “Master Wu will be with you shortly.” You smile in response, giving him your thanks as you sit down. 

Once he closes the door, you take a sip of the tea in front of you. They’d been so kind as to already put ice cubes inside your cup, and leave a cooler filled with more drink alternatives like soda to the side. 

Say what you will about the ninja and their team, but they know how to treat their guests.

The wooden doors are rather beautiful, you note. Few beams of sunlight pass through, giving the room an almost ethereal glow. Upon placing a hand on the carpet, you notice the coolness seeping through. They must’ve installed something underneath.

Withdrawing your hand and taking another sip, you let out a happy hum at the relief that greets your butt. Impressed doesn't begin to cover how you feel. The atmosphere is tranquil, and you begin to absentmindedly watch the water streaming down a small waterfall in the corner of the room. 

The sound of a door sliding open jolts you to your senses, fumbling to put down your teacup. Standing up to greet whoever’s walked in, you’re surprised to see an old man holding a cane staring at you from the doorway. 

Is he your new teacher?

“Master Wu…?” You trail off cautiously, not wanting to offend the man in case he’s someone else entirely. He enters the room, sliding the door back into place before turning to assess you.

His gaze is filled with clarity and knowledge, scanning your arms and legs as if knowing how to read even the subtlest scars on your elbows made from blocking your previous teacher’s blows. “I take it that you are Emily’s daughter?”

“Step-daughter,” You correct, though the immediate tensing of your shoulders doesn’t escape his notice. He chooses not to address it, sitting down opposite you and pouring himself a steaming cup of tea instead. “You’re Master Wu, right?”

“Indeed I am if you choose to continue with your lessons.” He takes a single sip, his behaviour akin to wine tasting as he frowns at the tea in his cup. Ascertaining that it’s up to standard, he continues to sip away while keeping a thoughtful eye on you. “I take it that the climb was tiring?”

Heat tinges your cheeks, though you’re unsure as to why you’re so embarrassed. After all, it’s not like you dedicate your time to hiking up a mountain every day. “Yeah. I take it that you guys haven’t thought about installing a lift?” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you cover it in shock. 

Damn your impulsiveness, you curse yourself mentally. Your dad already warned you about keeping your mouth shut at times like this. Your previous master even lectured you on it when you said goodbye. You sneak a peek at Master Wu, hoping that you haven’t offended one of the most powerful men in Ninjago City, literally and figuratively. 

Instead, he regards you with an emotionless stare. You hold your breath, awaiting a rejection. However, he cracks a smile, rendering you speechless. “We will begin our lessons next Wednesday after your lessons. You can coordinate with Pixal on the schedule.” He picks himself off the floor, dusting off any dirt that had gotten on his robe before exiting the room. 

The door slides shut, and your hands fall to your lap. Disbelief is all you can register, replaying a frame-by-frame of your interaction with him and trying to figure out what he found so amusing. Does this signal good news or bad? 

“Did everything go well?” You look up to see Zane poking his head in through the doorway. Once he spots the pure astonishment on your face, he chuckles, sitting down in front of you. “He was smiling when he left, so I’m sure it went well.”

“I…I don’t know. I think I pissed him off?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t think so. He rarely smiles, so you should take it as a compliment.” His reassurance soothes your nerves somewhat, and you manage to muster a smile. 

“Thanks again for your help Zane,” you say gratefully, walking back through the hallways. He stops by the kitchen to grab a bag with your clothes inside, handing it back to you. The very girl you borrowed clothes from is in the kitchen, eyeing you with intrigue. 

“The outfit looks good on you.” You recognise her face from the newspaper, an embarrassed flush on your cheeks when you feel underdressed in front of Nya and her gi. “You can keep it. I’m Nya.” 

You shake the hand she holds out to you, heart warmed by her kind smile. “Thanks for the clothes. I was pretty much drenched by the time I got up here,” you laugh. She grins at your joking words. “Are you sure I can keep these though? I mean, they do belong to you after all.”

“I’m sure,” she easily waves it off, grabbing your hands with an excited glint in her eyes. “I’m just glad there’s gonna be another girl around! How old are you, anyway?” 

“She’s Cole’s age,” Zane chimes in. You cast him a wary look, surprised that he even knew. Well, that and the fact that you’re still getting used to your soulmate being the literal earth ninja. Luckily, it seems that he hasn’t told anyone here yet about the connection between you both.

“Oh, that’s cool! You’re like an older sister then,” She says happily. “Well, don’t let me stop you from going home to rest. I heard you had an injury not too long ago from the charity auction. Do you feel better now?”

You swivel your ankle with a grin showing it off proudly. “Got it moving and all too.” 

“That’s a relief! Zane, you should bring her home. I’d ask Jay but…he and Kai are currently preoccupied,” she trails off, pointing to the other connected room that’s out of sight, a few yells and what seems to be game sound effects reveal what they're up to. 

“Anyway, I gotta get back in there with snacks. It was nice meeting you, I hope we get to hang out soon!” You wave goodbye, watching her leave with a bowl of chips in one hand, a bottle of soda in the other, and another bowl of salsa balancing precariously on top of her head.

Ninja things, you reckon. 

“So, how do you know my age, exactly?” 

“Pixal studied up on you. Please don’t be offended, we didn’t dig too deep. We just do it in case a villain tries to slip into the monastery in disguise.” Zane holds his hands up, the innocence in his eyes drawing a laugh out of you. 

“It’s fine. We’re good. Plus, I get it. I’d do that too. It’s hard to trust anyone.”

His shoulders sag with relief, guiding you past the doors and to a space on the side of the monastery. “Please step back,” He instructs. You quickly move a few feet away, unsure of what ninja stuff he might be up to. 

A single wave of his arms summons a huge dragon with blue flames that cover its entire being. It roars in greeting, moving its head down to nudge Zane playfully. He chuckles, hopping atop the saddle on its back. 

You’re frozen in place not by fright or terror, but by pure amazement at the being before you. You’d only heard tales like this in stories or legends, so to see an actual mythical being right in front of you is quite frankly mind-blowing. A multitude of questions race through your mind, only for a single one to stand out among the others.

“Do you like, not feel heat? Y’know, being a robot and all.” He pauses, seemingly amused by your question. He ponders an answer, a hand cupping his chin in thought. 

“I suppose not, as I have an automated cooling system designed to regulate my temperature so I don’t explode.” He replies simply, reaching his hand down to help you up. “Now, where do you live?” 

You part your lips, not giving it much thought when you say your address. Realisation dawns on you when you see the expectant look on his face, your lips pulling into a beam filled with utter glee. “Am I going to ride Fridgey back home??”

He cocks his head, bewildered by the sudden name. “Fridgey, because he’s cold? Like a fridge? Whatever, let’s go!!” You dismiss any questions as you eagerly grab his outstretched hand, awed by how high up you are. Thankfully, the dragon is cold to the touch, an assumption you’d made based purely on Zane’s element.

“I suppose ‘Fridgey’ is a somewhat suitable name.”

“Somewhat? It’s perfect!” You laugh maniacally when he takes off, holding tight to the sides of the saddle as you soar through the sky on a dragon’s back. When else would you ever be able to experience this? “Today is the best. day. ever!!!!”You whoop, daring to lift a single arm to feel the clouds. 

Euphoria floods your veins, ignoring the concerned looks Zane sends your way. Breathing in the chilly evening breeze sends a rush of delight down your spine as if injected with morphine. 

Nothing can get you down now, not even the soft rock music that begins to play in the back of your mind.

— — — — — 

A knock on your bedroom door makes you turn, thankful to be distracted from your assignment. Opening it, however, multiplies the stress tenfold. Emily stands at your door dressed in her usual nightgown, pulling the cardigan around her in an attempt to calm down. 

You remain silent, giving her the bare minimum courtesy of not slamming the door in her face at the very least. Waiting proves futile, however, and you’re unable to hold back your eye roll as she drags out what she’s trying to say.

The slight motion of you starting to close the door seems to bring her to her senses, finally revealing her intentions. “How are you feeling? I was so busy during the past few days setting up a new date for the charity fundraiser that I didn’t have the time to check on you.” She asks quickly, perhaps sensing your impatience. 

“I’m fine. Look, I’m busy doing my assignments, so what did you want to ask? Besides, my ankle already healed a couple of days ago, so you’re kinda late to the party.” Sarcasm coats each word, unbothered by the hurt that flits across her face. 

“I’m sorry…” She says quietly. You sigh, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorway, keeping the door open. It’s an unspoken sign that you’re willing to hear her out, whatever it may be.

She realises this, her eyes lighting up as she seizes the chance. “Do you remember the book I mentioned during the speech? ‘You Complete Me’?” You nod, raising a brow. She moves a concealed hand from behind her back, holding out an object to you.

“I, uh, saved you a copy.” You stare at the book in her hands, recognising the name on the cover as the very book she’s talking about. “I know it’s not your usual genre, but I was hoping maybe you could give it a read sometime…?” Her voice trails off hopefully, looking at you with an almost pleading gaze.

You mull over your options. Accept it and shove it somewhere in your room? Or reject it and get scolded by your dad? 

Option one it is.

“Thanks.” You say shortly, taking the book. Delight fills her face, practically beaming when you do. She claps her hands together excitedly. “Let me know what you think when you’re done!” You wave off her words, closing the door behind you. 

She’s too happy to be hurt by your actions, and her footsteps bound down the stairs with an enthusiastic note. Sighing, you push the book into a random bookshelf, mentally deleting the memory from your head. 

Maybe you can sell it to get some money. You shake off the thought. She’d probably hear about it somehow, and that means your dad would know. You didn’t like the potential argument that would follow. 

The book shall remain holed up for all eternity, you decide.

Collapsing back into your bed, you waste no time unlocking your tablet and checking your calendar for tomorrow’s appointments. A visit to the dentist, a quick stop at Papa’s Cakeria, then a quick session at the cafe nearby to finish the assignment you leave unfinished on your desk. 

The bakery’s name makes you pause, a finger hovering over the black-coloured tag. Of course, you had to be reminded of your soulmate, now of all times. As if having his music occasionally filling your head still wasn’t horrible, the fact that you’d been overly cautious not to run into him again is a nightmare in itself.

The ninja is always around and about, and you’d already run into Zane a couple of times including earlier today. You’d met Jay once when he helped you get your purse back after a thief tried to run off with it. Well, you say helped, but in reality, he showed up just as you tackled the thief, using a random stick to beat him to a crap.

Thankfully, it seems that Cole is always updated about your location, making sure he’s never in the vicinity. Listening to music helps to gauge the distance, and though you’d never admit it out loud, you’re thankful for this soulmate ‘feature’. 

Now though, the memory of your interaction during that night haunts you. Try as you might, you can’t deny that the pan au chocolat was one of the best you’d ever had. You pull up their menu, excitement flooding your veins when you see that they sell a multitude of different cakes, including red velvet. Luckily, orders can be made in person, and the fact that your dad’s birthday is coming up is the perfect excuse to order more.

He did say that you could use his name to speed up an order as a fellow cake enthusiast… 

Biting your lip in thought, you decide to take a chance. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? You’ve already made your disdain for each other evident anyway. It’s just a one-off thing.

Musketeer [ 10:00 PM ]: Hey, it’s your soulmate here. Was just wondering if the offer to speed up an order at Papa’s Cakeria is still valid?

There. Sent. You place your phone screen-side down, unwilling to submit to impatience for his reply. A ding alerts you to a new notification, abandoning all resolve and snatching it up eagerly.

Cake Enthusiast [ 10:03 PM ]: Yeah, of course. I promised after all, even if it’s you

You raise an offended brow, your temper flaring up again as you decide whether to keep being nice. Unfortunately, your love for pastries wins out.

Musketeer [ 10:03 PM ]: That’s a relief. I need to speed up an order for my dad’s birthday cake, and I was wondering if you’d be able to help me with that

You watch the floating bubbles on the screen that indicate him typing a reply, growing frustrated when it takes longer than expected. Is he going to help you or not? 

Cake Enthusiast [ 10:07 PM ]: yea sure. What time are you heading there?

Frowning, you type a response, not thinking much of it. 

Musketeer [ 10:07 PM ]: idk like 2pm?

Cake Enthusiast [ 10:08 PM ]: ok

Musketeer [ 10:08 PM ]: wait howre you going to help me speed it up??

Cake Enthusiast [ 10:08 PM ]: youll see tmr

“You’ll see tomorrow?” You mutter in bewilderment, about to type a response. However, stubborn pride gets in the way, and you turn off your phone instead, placing it on your bedside table. A chime indicates another message, but you refuse to check it. 

Plopping your head onto the pillow with a huff, you try to quell the frustration you can feel building within you. It’s incredible how a short text exchange can get you so worked up over nothing. 

“Calm down, he’s already agreed. You’ll get your pastries soon…” You chant to yourself in the form of a mantra, finally calming down fully. Whatever. You’ll find out tomorrow, you suppose. And if not…There’s always your new friend Zane who can pass on a message in your stead. 

Satisfied with the thought of potentially exacting revenge, you begin to drift off with a smile. 

Only to be interrupted by more soft jazz in your head.

— — — — — 

“You’re back.”

Jay pauses his game, glancing over at his friend who’s just gotten out of the shower after returning from patrol. Cole raises a brow, adjusting the towel that hangs low on his waist. He grabs another, starting the process of drying his hair. 

“I didn’t get any supper this time if that’s what you’re gonna ask.” He tosses the towel he used to dry his hair at Jay, the latter letting out a screech when it lands on his face. He chuckles, taking his time to scroll through his phone. 

“That’s not what I was gonna ask, thank you very much,” Jay huffs, dropping the towel on the floor with a disgusted frown. An excited glint in his eyes is all Cole needs to see before realising that he probably wanted to talk or gossip about something. Probably gossip.

So, he puts down his phone and stares expectantly, waiting silently for his friend to start speaking. True enough, Jay immediately starts to talk about how Nya met someone new, and Master Wu taking in another student. However, the name that slips from Jay’s mouth is the last thing he expects. 

“Who?” Jay repeats your name once more with a tilt of his head, not thinking much of it until he sees the baffled look in Cole’s eyes. 

“Why? Do you know her?”

“Know her-?!” Cole stops himself from speaking, dragging a hand down his face with a frustrated groan. Every single day without fail he’d keep a wary lookout for your presence, and the moment a single note was played in his mind he’d flee from the area. “N-no, I don’t know her.”

You didn’t want him around, and it was made abundantly clear. But now, as a student of Master Wu, he’d probably get at least some of the ninjas including him to meet her!

Talk about a worst-case scenario.

He’d had just about enough. How is he supposed to get on with his life now? He sighs, wringing his head in his hands and completely forgetting that Jay’s still in the room with him. 

“What’s with him?” He recognises the voice as Nya’s, lifting his head to stare blankly at her. Jay shrugs, choosing to resume his game instead of dealing with Cole’s possible mental breakdown. 

“At least put some clothes on, damn.” She tosses a shirt at him. He puts it on without comment, running a hand through his damp hair as he tries to figure out how to deal with the bomb that Jay’s brought him. 

“Anyway, guess what?” Nya’s chirpy voice distracts him for a moment. “I met someone new today! She’s supposed to be Master Wu’s new student. She seems pretty cool, and Zane said that she’s your age, Cole!” 

Screw this. Maybe that invitation for a vacation from Vania is still valid. I could stay there for a week. Maybe a month.

Why is he even feeling this frustrated anyway? He’d done nothing to deserve this. Sure, he was a little rude or cold when you first met, but he had good reason to do so. Besides, he’s pretty sure he’s more than made up for it by quite literally saving your life.

Right?

“Cole? Did you hear me?” Jay shakes his head, nudging Nya’s side as she glances at him with concern. 

“I already told him about it, but he pretty much short-circuited when I said her name,” Jay snorts. “You’d think she’s her ex or something-”

“She’s not my ex,” Cole deadpans, glaring at Jay from the corner of his eyes. “She’s just…someone I met before.”

“Ohhh….She’s an ex alright,” Nya whispers loudly with a nod.

Giving up, Cole heads back to his room instead. Trying to reason with them would be futile. His phone buzzes limply, the screen damp from the remaining shower water on his arms. Laying on his bed, he unlocks his phone and scrolls through social media, smiling at a thank you video a few people had made for the ninja. 

The image of your figure standing close to him that night at the charity auction flashes through his mind. He tries to push it aside, but his mind keeps drifting to your sly gaze, and the playful smile that played on your lips during your conversation.

The same smile that vanished once you made eye contact with him as the Earth Ninja. 

The phone drops to his chest, placing a hand on his face and rubbing it in hopes of curing it of the intolerable pang that resonates at the memory. He never needed a soulmate before, and he definitely didn’t need one now. 

The soft fabric of the black shirt settles on his chest, bringing him some form of comfort as he wrestles with his thoughts. If Master Wu’s already accepted you, it just signals an inevitable meeting.

May as well start trying to be amicable somehow, so that no one can figure out the connection between you both.

But how?

As he tries to find a solution that would ease all his worries, the phone vibrates loudly. Picking it up, a text notification from you makes his heart drop. He slams the phone back down onto his chest, eyes wide. 

Is this a sign?

Musketeer [ 10:00 PM ]: Hey, it’s your soulmate here. Was just wondering if the offer to speed up an order at Papa’s Cakeria is still valid?

Oh, that’s right. He processes the message, remembering that he had promised before the whole theft incident took place. He sends a quick agreement, though rereading it makes him wince.

Musketeer [ 10:03 PM ]: That’s a relief. I need to speed up an order for my dad’s birthday cake, and I was wondering if you’d be able to help me with that

Cake Enthusiast [ 10:03 PM ]: ok

He deletes the message, trying different variations of agreement before finally settling on one that he decides isn’t hostile-sounding or rude. Pausing, an idea hits him. His fingers hover above the screen, barely touching the keypad. The moment of hesitation doesn’t last long, however, when he finds himself typing a response and sending it faster than he can process.

Cake Enthusiast [ 10:07 PM ]: yea sure. What time are you heading there?

Musketeer [ 10:07 PM ]: idk like 2pm?

Is he really about to take the risk? What if you grow to hate him even more? He sighs. What is there to lose? If you leave, so be it. If you never see each other again, so be it. At the very least, maybe you’d be able to reach some form of an agreement to keep things civil between you two.

Cake Enthusiast [ 10:08 PM ]: ok

Musketeer [ 10:08 PM ]: wait howre you going to help me speed it up??

Cake Enthusiast [ 10:08 PM ]: youll see tmr

He sends another thumbs up before placing the phone on his bedside table to charge. Looks like he’ll be postponing tomorrow’s patrol. 

[daizedndconfused]

hello!! how are you?? i was wondering if i could request something to do with cole brookstone 🫣

please could it be something about him and the reader have a sleepover at the readers house and its just fluff!! you could write about them making dinner together or something

idk if you’d be down to write this and i hope i’ve done it right, this is my first time requesting anything 😭

slumber party

a/n: hii ofc you can!! i’m doing good thanks sorry this took a while haha but thanks for being patient with me <3 this was such a cute prompt btw i had a lot of fun writing this

characters: cole brookstone x reader (established relationship)

type: fluff!!

warnings: none (not proofread)

synopsis: you sneak cole into your house for a sleepover while your parents are out of town

word count: 2.5 k

Your boyfriend was perfectly punctual. So when the clock struck four the rap at your window didn’t come as a shock to you.

Smiling to yourself, you got up from your bed and bounded over to your curtain covered window. Sliding away the light fabric, the grinning face of your boyfriend waited for you, perched on the roof below.

“What do you have against the front door?” you asked as you swung the window open.

Cole gracefully hoisted himself up and vaulted into your room, his landing ever so silent.

“It just doesn’t feel right.” Cole gave you a quick peck on the lips, pulling away with a lovesick smile. “Hi, honey.”

“Hi, Cole,” you smiled at the term of endearment, linking your fingers behind his neck.

You and Cole had been planning this weekend for months. Being eighteen and finishing up your senior year of high school, your parents still weren’t extremely open to your boyfriend spending the night.

To them it didn’t matter if he was a ninja with honor practically flowing from his bloodstream, the bottom line was he was your boyfriend and therefore no sleepovers. Apparently his boyfriend title outranked his ninja status.

Who knew?

But none of that mattered this weekend. This weekend your parents were out of town for a wedding. Of course they suspected you’d pull something like this, but before they could even bring it up, you told them Cole was going to a training camp that weekend as well.

A lie, but a necessary one. That meant you two had the whole house to yourself for the entire weekend. You were giddy just thinking about it.

“What did you tell the elders?” you asked him.

Your parents weren’t the only problem. If either of you thought Wu, Garmadon, or Misako would be fine with this stunt you guys were pulling–dead wrong.

They loved you, seeing as you had been to the monastery countless times, but they were like Cole’s parents. And they also didn’t approve of sleepovers.

“Got everyone else to cover for me,” he assured you. “As far as the elders are concerned I’m violently sick and extremely contagious.”

You shook your lead with a laugh. “You better hope they don’t try to bring you medicine.”

Cole shook his head. “Locked it and snuck out the window. And I told Jay to tell them I brought a bunch of medicine into my room so they didn’t have to.”

“Very smooth,” you complimented.

“Yeah, come one give me some credit.” Cole scooped you up bridal style. “I can lie when I have to.”

“Which is usually never.”

“Only when it means I can spend time with my beautiful girlfriend,” Cole beamed as you two flopped down on your bed.

“Aren’t you the charmer?”

“Always have been.”

“Lies,” you poke his cheek resulting in a shared laugh. “So, whole house to ourselves. Whatever should we do first?”

The two of you looked at each other. Twin smirks on both your faces.

“Are you done yet?” Cole huffed from below you, doom-scrolling on his phone. You peeked over his shoulder a few times and saw that he was watching edits of himself. Both liking and saving them too.

“One second,” you mumbled around the cap of your marker. “So impatient.”

“I’ve been laying here for hours,” he complained.

“Hour–singular,” you corrected, removing the cap from your mouth and clicking it back onto the marker. “You’d know that if you went to school.”

Cole turned his head and shot you a glare over his bare shoulder. You laughed at the sight, ruffling his dark hair.

“You and I both know Misako homeschools us.” Cole attempted to get up, but you pushed down on his shoulders from your position–straddled over his lower back.

“Wait!” you insisted, leaning over his back to snatch his phone out of hands.

He protested slightly, but it was back in his hands in no time. You had just used it to snap a picture of the artwork you had done on his skin.

“Is that my dragon?” Cole asked, a hint of awe in his tone.

It was indeed. Using a marker that was one hundred percent safe for skin, you tested out a new design on your boyfriend. The idea had been in your head for a long time, you just didn’t have a suitable canvas until now.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, pecking his cheek, looking at the picture on his phone.

The earth dragon’s strong wings stretched over the width of his broad shoulders while the dragon’s body and tail resided down the expanse of his back, ending just above his waistband.

“That’s a crazy amount of detail.” Cole zoomed in on the head of the dragon where you had drawn out his crown of spikes and added texture to most of your drawing.

“Maybe I’ll give you a tattoo one day,” you shrugged, climbing off his back allowing him to throw his shirt back on.

Cole was no stranger to tattoos. In fact, he had some. A few small ones here and there, but he told you if you ever got your hands on professional equipment, he’d let you give him a tattoo.

He even has your initials behind his right ear. You remember staring at it for hours after he finally showed you.

“Come on,” you patted his back. “I’m starving.”

“Starving means food, I’m in.” He hopped up immediately, following you down the stairs and into your kitchen.

The two of you forged for something you could make a meal out of. Luckily, your parents had just restocked all the groceries since they were going out of town.

“How does pasta with a side of salad and garlic bread sound?” You asked from within the fridge.

You felt a presence walk up behind you, and suddenly your boyfriend’s strong hands were on your hips, his front pressed against your back.

“I’ll eat anything you make, gorgeous,” he said, breath brushing against your left ear as he reached up and grabbed the lettuce and dressing from the top shelf of the fridge.

You turned in his arms and gave him a quick kiss. “Pasta it is.”

“Want me to–?”

“You can put the lettuce in a bowl and add the dressing.” You cut him off quickly.

Unfortunately, it seemed like that was the only task he could complete successfully. Throwing things into a bowl he could do. Anything else? Not so much.

You don’t mind much. Not everyone’s a good cook. And you personally find it much more fun with his company.

You saw the slight pout on his face, but he knew you were right.

“You can add whatever else you want if you can find it in the fridge,” you said over your shoulder while grabbing the pasta from the pantry and a few more things to make the sauce recipe your mom taught you.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved a dismissing hand while the other grabbed a larger bowl for the salad.

Laughing softly, you made your way back to the stove to boil some water, and get started on the sauce.

You were in the midst of stirring and setting a timer when music flowed from the speakers built into your ceiling. Turning around, you saw Cole sat on one of the barstools, phone in hand as he nodded along to the song.

“Elvis?” you asked, pointing upward.

Cole nodded in confirmation. “Suspicious Minds is one of my favorites.”

“Mine too,” you smiled before leaning over to check on the boiling noodles.

It wasn’t long before you were being spun around. Taken aback, you almost tripped over your own feet, but he was there to catch you. He always has been.

Hazel eyes met your own, and you couldn’t help but mirror his elated expression.

“Dance with me?” he offered.

You just pulled him closer in response. One of his hands curled around your waist, while the other gently clasped your hand that wasn’t planted on his shoulder.

Unsurprisingly, Cole was a good dancer. Other than the fact he had amazing balance being a ninja, his father taught him to dance as a kid. While Cole didn’t love it like his father did, he loved dancing with you.

The two of you sound around each other and between the counter and the island as Suspicious Minds continued to play from above.

Neither of you could keep the grins off your faces, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he dipped and spun you. His strength just made dancing with him all the more entertaining. He could lift you with one hand above his head if he wanted.

However, the blare of the timer you had set had your feet faltering to a stop and ducking under his arm to check on the things at the stove.

You gave the sauce another quick stir before lowering the heat before moving to strain the pasta. Before you could get to it, Cole had placed a dish towel on either side and carried it to the strainer in the sink.

Steam wafted up into the air as he tipped the pot over the bowl of the sink.

“Thank you,” you sing-songed as he returned the strands of pasta to the original now water free pot.

“No problem, gorgeous,” he gave you a heroic smile before moving to take the garlic bread out of the oven as well.

Watching as he carefully slid the bread out of the hot space, you couldn’t help but be thankful that you caught him first before some other girl beat you to it.

“What is it?” Cole asked as he placed the tray on one of the unoccupied stovetops.

“Nothing.” You shook the lovesick expression off your face. “Taste this for me.”

You lifted a wooden spoon up to your boyfriend's mouth. He complied immediately, always eager to sample your cooking.

“Thoughts?” you asked.

“Amazing as always,” he responded with a nod.

“You flatter me,” you shook your head, tossing the spoon in the sink before combining the pasta and sauce into one pan.

“Flattery or honesty?” Cole asked, leaning against the counter as he watched you work.

“I suppose I can always rely on you to be honest with me,” you admitted.

“Damn straight.”

You laughed, announcing food was done. Cole fetched the two of you plates and held one out for you. You accepted, and per his insistence, got first dibs at the food you had cooked.

Soon, the two of you were sat at the island, eating your dinner side by side. Cole praised your food, and you laughed, insisting he only likes it so much because he can’t cook to save his life.

After you two had finished, Cole wouldn’t even let you touch your plate, claiming since you cooked he’d do all the dishes. You protested at first, but after he quite literally carried you out of the kitchen and into the living room you gave up.

Instead, while he did the dishes, you were looking for a movie to put on for the two of you. But you didn’t stop there. It was almost like a girlfriend ritual to make your boyfriend do skincare with you, and while you weren’t overly into skin care, you did have a few face masks.

Cole stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on what was in your hands. Pore strips. You’d put them on him before, and though he denied it, his eyes started to water when you peeled it off him.

“No.” He crossed his arms.

“Please!” you begged. “It’s good for you!”

“Lies, that’s just what they want you to think so you keep buying them.”

You didn’t back down, and eventually, you dragged him over to the couch and placed a pore strip over the bridge of his nose.

“Why do I let you do this to me?” he whined.

“Because you love you,” you said, patting his chest.

“Sad but true,” he sighed dramatically.

You gasped in fake offense before he tackled you back onto the couch, tickling your sides briefly. To compensate him for the pore strips, you picked one of your mutually favorite movies to put on.

However, when the thirty minutes for your strips were up, you had to chase Cole down around your house. Eventually, you caught up, reassuring him you’ll be gentle this time.

He eyed you skeptically, but stayed still anyway. You began to remove the strip from his nose, but almost every time you moved it, he’d wince.

“You’re so dramatic!” You laughed.

“I’m not! This shit hurts!” Cole leaned his head back, blinking furiously.

Slowly, you managed to get the strip off his face, but you had to stop him from scratching at the exposed place. To show him it wasn’t that bad, you removed your strip in one fluid motion. It hurt a little, you had to admit, and it made your eyes water slightly, but you powered through it.

“What happens when a villain slaps a pore strip on you, then what?” You asked as you two made your way back down stairs.

“Then I die a hero’s death.”

The rest of the night you two had spent watching your favorite movies with a bowl of popcorn between the two of you. At one point, you had put on one of your favorite sad movies, and when the main character died, Cole gasped and threw a piece of popcorn at the TV.

After the movies, you found one of your old Just Dance discs. It didn’t take a lot of concing to get Cole to do it with you. Somehow, he beat you every round to the point where you took to tripping him in order to win.

After another loss, you suggest a switch in games that led you to Mario Kart. Unlike Just Dance, he didn’t beat you once at Mario Kart. Not even when he covered your eyes with one of his hands.

Eventually, well into the late hours of the night, you two dragged yourself up to your room where Cole put on a pair of pajamas he kept at your house, and crashed into bed.

Soft morning rays bled through your half closed curtains as you buried your face further into the warmth of your boyfriend next to you. Cole’s soft breaths were ruffling the hairs on the top of your head, and his arms were wrapped around you as if he was afraid you’d disappear during the night.

Stretching as well as you could, you scratched at his scalp lightly, not wanting to wake him. A triumphant grin spread across your face. You had just gotten away with your boyfriend sleeping over at your house!

A cleared throat had your eyes shooting open. Your gaze landed on both your parents standing in your open doorway. Your father’s brows were raised, arms crossed as he tapped his foot while your mother was doing her best to conceal a smile.

“You’re back early,” you forced out a laugh, attempting to slide the covers higher to cover Cole’s body.

“And you’re grounded–three days,” your father deadpanned. Letting out a tired sigh he continued, “Breakfast is downstairs when you’re both ready.”

Your mom gave you a wink before following your father downstairs. You could tell neither of them were genuinely upset.

Well, you almost got away with it.

[crackedpumpkin]

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝟎𝟖 |

a/n: Happy New Year <3

[ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] | [ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ] | [ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]

Receiving the honorary ninja status isn’t as great as you imagined. It comes with its perks, like an ego boost, for one, but it definitely has its downfalls as well. For example, finding out you’re being targeted by a random villain via an ominous picture of you in their hideout.

Just what you wanted in life. To unknowingly piss off some criminal mastermind. You definitely didn’t have it on this year’s bingo list, which is rather unfortunate. Maybe next year.

After Cole had taken the picture from your hands and handed it to Lloyd, he pulled you aside, guiding your numb body out of the warehouse. The briny scent barely registers in your head, your feet moving on autopilot. His warm hand gripping your wrist is probably the only thing keeping you anchored to the real world right now.

Why me? The fuck did I do to them? Am I being pranked? Did I accidentally cut them in line at a bakery? Is this karma for the time I accidentally threw away Melody’s gift? Shouldn’t there be a Ninja Customer Service I can call to ask about this?

You’re still running these thoughts in circles when Cole abruptly stops. He turns, his hands firmly gripping your shoulders as if he’s holding you together through sheer willpower. He says your name again, voice soft but concerned.

When you don’t reply, he leans in, concerned eyes scanning your blank expression. He calls your name for the fifth time (possibly eighth, but you were too out of it to count). The fuzzy fog of panic clears just enough to reveal Cole’s frustrated face about two inches from your own. 

You flinch, your body instinctively taking a half-step back. “I-I’m fine,” you mumble, although the complete lack of conviction in your voice betrays you immediately. He lets out a slow breath, visibly trying to calm himself down. His hands remain on your shoulders, but his grip loosens, as if he’s trying not to overwhelm you any more than you already are. 

"You’re not fine,” he says quietly, his voice soft but firm. “You just found out that some psycho’s been watching you. It’s okay to not be fine.”

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard. For a moment, you see the cracks in his usual tough exterior, the worry beneath his brittle composure. He’s frustrated, not at you, but at the situation. He’s frustrated at the fact that he can’t fix this with just his strength alone.

His brow furrows, and he leans back a little, his hand running through his hair. "Look, I know this is a lot, but we're going to figure it out. Together. We’ll get to the bottom of it and make sure you’re safe."

You laugh, but it comes out soulless, like you’d drop to the ground any moment now. “Safe? Safe?? ” you reach up and grab his hands that still rest on your shoulders, bringing them down and letting go.

“They had a picture of me. I didn’t even know they were there.” The words feel foreign on your tongue, the sheer fact of how vulnerable you were in the moment rattles you more than you’d like to let on. “Why would they even target me?”

“They won’t. I’ll make sure that you’re safe.” 

“ We’ll make sure you’re safe.” Lloyd interrupts, walking up to the both of you. His words are firm and resolute, somehow calming your jittery nerves. Nya joins, placing a hand on your shoulder with a soft smile. 

“For now, let’s go back home. Cole?” He nods. His hand finds your wrist gently, the warmth of his touch grounding you as he leads you toward Rocky. 

The ride home is silent. Your arms rest limply around his waist, the steady rising and falling of his chest bringing you a sense of newfound calm. His hand somehow finds yours, placing it on top of them with an assuring squeeze.

Rocky glides down towards your apartment building, landing smoothly. The slight jolt stirs you from the coma-like daze you’re in, purely having focused on trying to match Cole’s breathing. 

He helps you get down, every touch and motion gentle as if you’d shatter in his hands at any moment. It’s a drastic contrast from your usual self, and on any other day you’d smack his hands away with a huff but now? Now, you probably need this more than ever. 

You wait for the lift together, his hand gripping yours in a loose hold. The lift dings, its doors opening for you to get in. “Hey.” Cole’s voice breaks the silence, and you pause to look at him. “It’ll be okay. I promise. We’ll figure this out.” Taking a deep breath, your usual retorts die on the tip of your tongue. 

“...Sure.”

— — — — — 

“Hey, what the fuck?” 

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” Kai greets you with a sarcastic smile, sliding down his sunglasses as he nods. “I’m here to pick you up for school.”

“Who’s this?” You inhale sharply with a hiss, slowly turning around to see your dad leaning against the wall with his coffee mug in hand. “You a friend of my daughter’s?” 

In this moment, you’ve never regretted answering a doorbell more than you do right now.

“I’m the fire-” You slap your hands over his mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence. 

“Yes! He’s…a friend! Remember the ones I told you about before?? This is…Wang. Wang Fire.”

“Wang Fire?” Seconds pass, the ball of nerves tightening in your chest as he regards Kai sceptically. You retract your hands when you feel something wet against them, shooting a disgusted glare at Kai who shrugs innocently. “Your friends… exist?”

“I’d say so, yeah. My sister and I are her friends in class.” Kai takes the hint, lying flawlessly. “We’re meeting her later. Hey, since you lost that bet of ours, you’ll have to buy coffee for Sapphire and I.”

That sly bitch-

Glaring at him only further bolsters his confidence, shrugging once more while giving off the impression of the picture perfect friendship you both share. “Well, don’t keep your friend waiting.” Your dad gestures to your bag sitting next to the shoe rack. “I’ll see you later. And make sure you buy them coffee!”

“I will,” you grumble, shoving on your sneakers and all but bolting out the door. Kai bows quickly to your dad before following suite, the door shutting with a click. “Okay, so what the fuck??” 

“Good to see you’re back to normal.” Kai grins cheekily, the lift doors shutting before starting to move. 

“Yeah, well. Only so much I can do as an honorary ninja, right?” He has the decency to look sheepish. “So explain? Please?”

He hesitates briefly, a solemn look on his face. “Lloyd and the rest are going to help guard you. We’re taking shifts. I got the short straw, so I have to do it in the mornings.” His tiny grumble doesn’t escape your notice.

If you were being completely honest, you’re still somewhat rattled from last night. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you passed out from exhaustion. Getting out of bed however, was a different matter altogether. Upon opening your eyes, your entire plan was ‘fuck it, we ball’ . So far, it’s a success.

“Just an iced americano for me, thanks.” You tap your card against the card reader grouchily, ignoring Kai’s cheery thank you . “Oh please, you’re getting a sweet deal. If not for Cole, you’d probably be paying for our guard duty.” 

You chuckle softly at that, a hint of warmth spreading through you despite the tension that lingers in your chest. The barista hands you your drinks, Kai instantly taking a huge swig of his before wincing at the brain freeze that hits. 

He waves a dismissive hand at your snickering. The walk to your lecture is filled with endless chatter about his past, how he’d been found by Master Wu ( you’d shuddered at how creepy it was - imagine following a stranger because he promised you powers. Cult much? ) and how he’d first met Cole. 

Which then led to the question - “Are you his soulmate?”

Ah.

You choke. To be fair, it was only a matter of time before someone asked. However, you thought it’d been lowkey enough. Apparently not. 

“Would you believe me if I said no?” You lift your head to meet Kai’s gaze. 

He stares back with a flat expression, the corner of his lips twitching up into a hint of a disbelieving smile. A beat passes. “Yeah, I thought so,” you sigh, hanging your head. “It hasn’t been that long since we found out. It’s been like, what. A couple weeks? A month?”

Kai pauses mid-sip. “A month?” 

“I asked him not to tell anyone. To be fair though, he didn’t seem eager to do so in the first place. This is between you and me though, got it?” You warn, poking a finger to his chest with narrowed eyes.

He raises his hands in surrender. “Whatever you say. I’m just a guard after all. What am I good for?” 

“I dunno. You’ll get there someday, Wang .” You shrug, sharing a laugh at his fake name. 

The view changes from bustling streets and shops to the campus interior, notice boards in every hallway, and students rushing to their next class. “Well, this is where my shift ends.” 

“Wha-?”

A loud greeting draws your attention, finally noticing Nya in the sea of students. She wades through the crowd, greeting her brother with a smile. “Hey sis. Have fun in class. Oh, and if anyone asks, you’re Sapphire Fire, and I’m Wang Fire.”

She blinks. Looking from her brother to you, you can only shake your head helplessly. “I already got my student card.” 

“Change it again!” He calls out as he walks off, the students automatically moving out of his way as if he’s parting the Red Sea. 

She glances at you again, her confused expression almost drawing out a laugh. However, you manage to suppress it, masking it with a blank expression. “What Wang Fire wants, he gets,” you say nonchalantly, walking into the classroom.

You don’t have to turn to spot the baffled look in her eyes, making a beeline for the seats near the open windows. Nya sits down next to you, setting down her stuff and taking out a laptop. 

“Oh.” You blink. “You’re like, actually doing this.”

She scoffs playfully. “Of course I am! Granted, I’ve already gotten a degree, but who’s to say you can’t have more, right?”

She has a point. Shrugging it off, your smile only grows wider when Holly comes in through the door. She raises a hand in a wave, pausing briefly when she sees who’s next to you. Nya looks up from her laptop, glancing between you and Holly before offering her a friendly nod. 

Holly hesitates for a moment, making her way over when you gesture for her to join you. “Holly, this is…”

“Sapphire Fire.” Nya holds out her hand in a fist bump, and it takes all the willpower you have in you to not choke. “Nice to meet ‘ya! I was in a different course of study — Robotics, but I changed my mind and so, here I am.”

“Robotics?” Holly echoes, raising her brows in awe. “That must take a lot of brainpower.”

“Believe me,” Nya sighs, leaning back in her seat, “it doesn’t make up for the lack in the emotional intelligence sector.”

“Right,” you manage to say, nodding seriously. “Robotics.”

The professor arrives looking as if he’s just been through hell and back, with his crumpled shirt and stained coffee mug that he slams down onto the table. “Look,” he begins, his voice tinged with exhaustion, “I’ve got a bad headache and took painkillers, so this class will end when I do. Or when I pass out.” 

As the three of you step out of the classroom thirty minutes later, Nya stretches her arms dramatically, a grin tugging at her lips. "Well, that was... enlightening. I think I’ve learned more about painkillers and how to hide treats from your dog than whatever he was supposed to teach."

Holly chuckles, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. "Honestly, I’m not sure I even remember the topic. Did he say something about our project? Or was that during the part where he stared into the void for five minutes straight?"

“Probably both,” you reply, your voice dry. “But hey, at least it wasn’t a total waste of time.” You nod toward Nya. “I got a new partner out of it.”

Nya smirks, nudging you lightly with her elbow. “Lucky you.”

Holly claps her hands together. “Speaking of the project, we should get started before the deadline creeps up on us. How about we go to a cafe? We can brainstorm over coffee and snacks. It’ll be fun!”

You blink at the suggestion, an unexpected tightness settling in your chest. For a moment, images of the previous night flash through your mind. The dark warehouse, the lingering sense of being watched… Your smile falters, and you shake your head slowly. "No cafes for now," you say, your tone light but your smile a little forced. "I’m... just not feeling it."

Nya glances at you, her eyes narrowing slightly as she picks up on the unspoken tension. She gives you the briefest of nods, a silent acknowledgment that speaks more than she could ever say out loud.

Holly shrugs casually. "No problem. The library it is, then. They’ve got some pretty nice study rooms if we can snag one.”

“Great idea,” Nya chimes in, her tone breezy. “Let’s head there now before it fills up.”

As you walk across campus, the two of them fall into easy conversation. Holly asks Nya more about her previous coursework and Nya playfully downplays her achievements. You’re grateful for the distraction, letting their chatter wash over you as you focus on the rhythmic crunch of gravel beneath your shoes. Still, every so often, you find yourself glancing over your shoulder, your senses on edge.

I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I have Nya with me.

When you reach the library, Holly leads the way to a study room near the back. “This one’s perfect,” she declares, setting her bag down on the table. “Plenty of space, decent lighting, and no weird coffee smells.”

“Plus,” Nya adds, dropping into a chair, “it’s way quieter too. Fewer distractions.”

You offer a small smile, settling into a chair as well. “Yeah. This works.”

As the three of you start discussing the project, Nya subtly shifts the conversation to keep things light, steering clear of anything that might put you on edge. Holly occasionally chimes in with an idea, while you assign yourself the task of scribbling down all the ideas put forth no matter how nonsensical.

There’s no such thing as a ridiculous idea, only idiots who rule them out before even trying. 

The memory of your mother saying it to your younger self with a playful grin makes you smile. You can almost hear her voice, teasing and warm.

But the smile doesn’t last. The image of her in your mind changes, her expression clouded with worry, her voice strained the last time you saw her, three years ago. You remember the way she hugged you tightly, like she was trying to anchor you to the world, and the quiet crack in her voice as she whispered, “Stay safe, okay?”

Your hand pauses mid-scribble. You swallow hard, forcing yourself to focus on the present, on the steady rhythm of Holly’s voice and Nya’s occasional quips. You can’t go down that rabbit hole. Not now.

The door to the study room bursts open, startling all three of you. To you unadulterated horror, Abby strides in, her blonde curls bouncing as she gasps dramatically. “Oh my god, you’re here! ”

The last time you remember seeing her was when you’d left her hanging to answer all the questions people had rushed to ask in the food court. Every time you saw her after that, you’d hightailed it out of her sight to avoid being dragged for another round of socialisation.

You barely have time to react before she plops down in the empty chair next to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The change in atmosphere is immediate; her bubbly presence feels like a spotlight, and you can practically feel Nya and Holly stiffen at her sudden intrusion.

“I knew it!” Abby exclaims, leaning in so close you instinctively lean back. “You were hanging out with Cole yesterday, weren’t you? The Earth Ninja? You can’t even deny it, my friend saw you! What’s going on? Are you, like, his secret girlfriend or something?”

Your brain short-circuits for a moment as she barrels on, her questions coming rapid-fire.

“Or wait. Oh my god, is he your soulmate? That would be so epic! Like, imagine being soulmates with one of the ninja. You have to tell me everything. How did you even meet him? Was it super romantic? Do the others know?”

“Abby,” you manage to say, your voice a little sharper than intended. “This is a study session.”

“Oh, right!” she chirps, completely unfazed. She turns to Nya and Holly with a bright smile. “Hi! I’m Abby. I’m sure she’s told you all about me.”

Holly blinks, clearly taken aback, while Nya raises an eyebrow. “Can’t say she has,” Nya replies dryly, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. The corner of her lips is raised, a hint of amusement in her eyes as she watches you flounder for a proper response.

Undeterred, Abby continues. “Well, now you’ve met me! Anyway, you have to spill. What’s it like hanging out with the ninja? Do they, like, train all day? And Cole, he seems like the brooding type, but I bet he’s a total softie, right? Or am I way off?”

You glance at Nya, who’s looking at Abby like she’s trying to decide whether to laugh or walk out. Holly shifts uncomfortably in her seat, clearly unsure how to handle the whirlwind of energy that has descended on your quiet study session.

“Abby,” you say again, this time more firmly. “We’re trying to get work done.”

“Oh, right, right,” she says, waving a hand dismissively. “But seriously, we have to talk later. Like, over coffee or something. You can’t keep this ninja thing to yourself forever.”

You sigh, casting an apologetic glance at Nya and Holly. “Sure.” The word slips out before you can stop it, and Abby’s face lights up in triumph, making you immediately regret it. “Just... not right now. We’ve got work to do.”

“Fine, fine,” she says, standing and nudging your arm with a playful grin. “One quick thing, though. Do me a favor and let Kai know I think he’s, like, ridiculously hot, would you?”

Nya’s snort bursts out so loud and sudden it’s as if she’s set off a fire alarm. Heat creeps up your neck to the tips of your ears, and you stubbornly avoid meeting her eyes, instead fixing your gaze anywhere else. Forcing a nod, you mumble, “I’ll… pass on the message.”

Abby beams, clearly satisfied with your response. “Perfect! You’re the best. I’ll catch you later!” She waves dramatically as she saunters out of the room, leaving behind the faint scent of expensive perfume.

The door closes with a soft click , and you exhale, shoulders sagging as if someone just turned off a pressure valve. “Oh my god.”

Nya wastes no time. “So…” she drawls, leaning forward with a sly grin. “First Cole, now Kai? What exactly are you doing with your time, Miss ‘I’m Just a Regular Student’ ?”

You glare at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you don’t ?” Her grin widens. “Because according to Abby, you’ve been gallivanting around with the Earth Ninja, who, by the way, she thinks is your soulmate .” She emphasizes the word with a dramatic wiggle of her eyebrows, earning a groan from you.

Holly looks up from her notes, utterly perplexed. “Wait, what? Soulmate? I thought we were talking about the project?”

“Exactly! That’s what we’re talking about!” You jump on Holly’s confusion like a lifeline, desperate to change the subject.

But Nya isn’t letting you off the hook that easily. “Oh, sure, the project . Because that’s why your ears turned redder than Kai’s fire when Abby mentioned Cole.” She pokes your arm, snickering. “Or was it when she called Kai ‘super hot’ ?”

I’m. I’m going to kill myself.

You drop your head onto the table with a groan. “I am begging you to stop.”

“Fine, fine.” Nya’s voice is laced with mock pity. “I’ll stop… for now. But seriously, you and Cole? I mean, I wouldn’t have guessed, but hey, stranger things have happened.”

Your head snaps up, ready to protest, but the teasing twinkle in her eyes makes you stop short. 

“I hate you,” you mutter half-heartedly, which only makes her laugh harder.

The rest of the discussion continues without any more hindrances, though the occasional student that passes by looks in with interest. You try to ignore them to the best of your ability, but it feels as if you're being poked and prodded all over by needles like you’re an experimental subject.

“Are you busy after this?” Nya asks as you gather your things. Holly had left a short while ago to cook dinner for her family, bidding you both a rushed goodbye after she got the text. “If not, wanna join us for dinner? I think it’d be better than randomly having someone else guard you for a bit.”

Her words are lighthearted and joking, but it’s the feigned nonchalance that makes you sigh internally. Yes, you’re shaken more than you’d like to admit, but not so fragile as to need pity. However, a sudden thought makes you pause. 

“...Who’s paying?”

— — — — — 

“I’d like the A5 Wagyu please. With caviar. And some truffle fries. And a coke.” 

Jay watches on in fascination as you rattle off your order to the waiter who nods politely, a newfound respect in his gaze. “You’re a heathen,” he murmurs in awe.

Cole merely shakes his head. “Really? You had to do all that?”

Shooting him a glare, you cross your arms and take a sip of water. “Look, if I knew we were going to some fancy upscale restaurant, I would’ve at least had some time to prepare! Instead, you let me almost be turned away at the door.” Gesturing to his suit and tie, you point at your own ratty jeans and thin beige cardigan. 

Compared to him, you look like a troll from under a bridge. 

“You’re fine,” Cole dismisses with a wave of his hand. “Besides, I didn’t even know you were coming. If anything, blame Jay. He’s the one who went in without you.”

Your lips part, a retort ready, but you pause, shifting your gaze to the blue ninja. He offers you a sheepish smile that does absolutely nothing to disarm your glare. “You’re so right,” you say, narrowing your eyes at him.

Jay flinches dramatically, clutching Nya’s arm like she’s a human shield. To your satisfaction, she does nothing to defend him. Instead, she pointedly pries his hand off and slides her seat a little farther away, the subtle shift making him gape at her in betrayal.

The look on his face is almost enough to make you grin. Almost.

When Nya invited you out for dinner, you expected something low-key. Chen’s Noodle House, maybe, or a casual diner. You were not expecting the five-star hotel looming in front of you when she pulled up, handed her car keys to the valet, and stepped out as though this were her usual Tuesday night. It was not, in fact, a usual Tuesday night for you .

Jay had been waiting outside with his signature bright smile, waving enthusiastically before offering Nya his arm. They both strolled in ahead of you, leaving you momentarily frozen in your tracks. The building’s gleaming exterior, the perfectly dressed doorman, and the elegant guests filtering inside made you feel as out of place as a plastic cup at a royal banquet.

You’d ducked into the bathroom to freshen up, splashing cold water on your face in hopes of shaking off your discomfort. But when you finally made your way to the reception desk, you were promptly halted by a woman with a polite but icy smile.

“I’m sorry, miss, but we can’t admit you without a reservation,” she said, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Stammering out Nya’s name hadn’t helped either. She and Jay were already inside, and the receptionist clearly wasn’t about to take your word for it. Frustrated and a little humiliated, you’d stepped aside, contemplating texting them when a familiar figure strode into the lobby.

Cole.

Dressed to the nines in a sleek tuxedo, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced by an air of quiet confidence, he barely had to glance at the receptionist before gesturing toward you. “She’s with me.”

The change in the woman’s expression was almost comical, her polite frostiness melting into something approaching genuine warmth as she hurriedly nodded.

Now, as you sit across from the guilty pair, you’re determined to make the most of this luxurious dinner. It doesn’t matter who’s footing the bill, as long as it isn’t you. They’ve seated you next to Cole in a private dining room on the upper floor of the restaurant. Walking up the grand staircase earlier had made you feel even more exposed, especially with the envious stares following your every move.

Thankfully, Cole had fallen into step beside you, his solid presence acting as a shield. His casual demeanor somehow grounded you, even as you caught whispers of admiration from the patrons below.

A few more seats remain empty, presumably for the others. Just as you take a sip of water, the door slides open. You glance over, expecting the rest of the ninja to arrive, only for a man in a wheelchair to roll into the room.

It takes a second for your brain to process the face you’ve only ever seen in photos that Holly’s shoved into your face a number of times.

You choke on your water.

Cole reacts first, leaning toward you with concern etched on his face. “Hey, you okay?” he asks, his hand hovering near your arm like he’s ready to help if needed. Despite his worried tone, the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, betraying a hint of amusement at the spectacle you’re making.

Jay, on the other hand, wastes no time being dramatic. “ooOOoo!” he exclaims, his voice a mix of teasing and exaggerated awe. “First time seeing a genius in person?”

“Jay!” Nya hisses, smacking his shoulder hard enough to make him flinch. “Don’t be rude.”

You cough into your napkin, trying to regain some semblance of composure as the heat in your face intensifies. “I’m fine,” you croak, your voice raspy.

Your gaze darts to the man in the wheelchair, who has now paused by the table, watching you with a small, bemused smile.

“Cyrus Borg,” he says, introducing himself with a polite nod. “A pleasure to meet you.”

“Same,” you manage, still reeling from the surreal moment.

Before you can recover fully, Nya chimes in with a smile that’s far too innocent to be trusted. “She’s a new friend of ours. Actually,” she adds, tilting her head slightly, “she’s with Cole .”

Your head snaps toward her so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash. “I’m sorry, what?”

Nya shrugs, all false nonchalance, though her grin betrays her.

Cyrus raises an eyebrow, his gaze flicking between Nya, Jay, and Cole. “I see,” he says finally, his tone entirely too neutral for your liking. “Well, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Cole groans softly, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Ignore them,” he whispers to you, leaning closer so only you can hear.

You nod, trying to match his seriousness, but the proximity catches you off guard. He’s close. Too close. Close enough that you catch the faint scent of cologne, subtle but warm, and for a brief, unbidden moment, you find yourself thinking that he cleans up surprisingly well.

“Thanks,” you mutter, forcing yourself to look away.

Jay leans forward, clearly relishing the chaos. “So, Cole, how’s it feel knowing you’re—”

“Don’t,” Cole warns, cutting him off with a sharp glare that only makes Jay grin wider.

Cyrus clears his throat, drawing everyone’s attention back to him. “I take it you’ve all ordered?”

You stifle a laugh as Cole sighs heavily. “You could say that.”

“So, I hear that you wanted to meet with me about something? Pixel didn’t give me many details. How can I help you?” 

You raise a hand before any of them speak, blinking as your gaze darts between them. “Sorry, but how do you guys know each other…?” 

“We saved him from getting devoured by a digital Overlord.” Jay answers simply, picking up a piece of bread and munching on it. 

“Oh.” Your hand slowly lowers. “Okay. Cool.”

Just your average ninja stuff I guess.

“Yes, that’s right.” Cyrus chuckles. “I’ve been helping them out ever since. I can never express just how grateful I am for their assistance and for saving my life.”

“Very cool.” Deciding to just accept it as is, you proceed to spread some of the fancy butter onto your own baguette slice. 

“Cyrus, there’s a new threat.” Cole says, his voice somber. It makes the man lean forward, his elbows on the table as he listens intently. “They stole the Scroll of Fate.” The mention of it makes everyone pause, the only sound echoing through the room being your oblivious munching. 

You glance around the table, realizing everyone else is either staring at Cole or frozen mid-motion. Except for Jay, who’s still nibbling on his bread, but even he looks mildly concerned.

“Wait, what?” Cyrus’s brows knit together as he leans closer. “The Scroll of Fate ? That’s—”

“Exactly why we called this meeting,” Cole interrupts, his tone firm. He leans back slightly, arms crossed over his chest. “The scroll is gone. We don’t know who took it, but we do know they’re not stopping at just one. It happened at the museum, when everyone else was evacuating.”

Cyrus straightens in his seat, the gears in his mind visibly turning. “Where’s Lloyd?” he asks. “Shouldn’t he be here for this?”

“He’s handling another matter,” Cole replies, his voice steady. “He asked me to brief you guys first. Right now, we need to focus on figuring out where the scroll went, and how to stop whoever’s behind this.”

Your gaze flickers between them, trying to keep up with the conversation. So far, you’re not doing very well.

Jay pipes up. “So… we’re assuming this isn’t just some random burglary? Like, someone actually knew what they were taking?”

“Exactly.” Cole nods grimly. “They knew where to find it, and they knew its importance. Which means they probably know about the others.”

This catches your attention, even as you try to stay inconspicuous. You set your bread down, feeling the need to ask. Your voice comes out quieter than intended. “Why is it so important?”

All eyes turn to you, making you instantly regret speaking up. But Cyrus answers in their stead with a measured and calm tone, like a teacher explaining something profound to a curious student.

“There are four scrolls in total,” he begins, folding his hands together. “The Scroll of Fate, which was stolen from the museum, and three others: the Scroll of Destiny, the Scroll of Dreams, and the Scroll of Desire. Together, they form a map — a guide to a treasure hidden long ago. A treasure so dangerous, it must never fall into the wrong hands.”

Your stomach drops slightly at the gravity in his tone. A treasure? Of course, there’s a treasure involved. Why wouldn’t there be?

“I’ve heard of them before,” Nya chimes in, cutting through the tension. She leans forward, eyes narrowed. “Master Wu talked about them once. He said they weren’t just some random artifacts. He called them ‘keys’ to something that could change the world. And if someone’s already got their hands on one…”

She doesn’t finish her sentence, but the weight of her words hangs heavily in the air. You shift uncomfortably in your seat. Even now, you’ve no idea why you’re a part of this conversation. If not for Cole whose gaze falls on you every now and then, you’d probably have bolted out of the room ages ago. 

Cole clears his throat, drawing the group’s attention back to him. “There’s more,” he says, glancing briefly in your direction before continuing. “When we tracked the thief to their hideout the other night, we found… something else. A photo.”

The word makes you freeze mid-motion. A photo?

Cole’s voice remains steady, but there’s a weight to his tone that sends a ripple of tension through the room. “It was a picture of—”

“Of me,” you interrupt softly. Every pair of eyes in the room shift toward you, and your stomach churns at the sudden scrutiny. The fork in your hand feels heavier, and your grip tightens reflexively as a wave of unease rolls over you. 

For a moment, you don’t dare look up, but the silence feels suffocating. From the corner of your eye, you see Cyrus frowning, his brows knitting together in a mix of confusion and concern. The others exchange quick glances, their unease palpable.

Out of the corner of your vision, Cole shifts in his seat, and a moment later, you feel the warmth of his hand sliding over yours under the table. His fingers curl gently around yours, steady and deliberate, offering a silent reassurance. 

The small gesture anchors you, grounding you in the chaos. You keep your gaze on the table, your knuckles whitening under his palm, but the tension in your chest loosens ever so slightly. 

Cole continues, his voice measured. “We don’t know why it was there or who took it, but it’s clear whoever is behind this isn’t just after the scrolls.” His words are for the group, but you can feel his thumb briefly brushing against your knuckles, a barely perceptible motion meant only for you.

His hand stays over yours, grounding your tense self in the thoughts that start to swirl in your mind again like a hurricane. His thumb brushes over your skin every once in a while, helping to relax you somewhat. 

Jay grumbles around a mouthful of bread. “Great. As if our lives weren’t already exciting enough.” 

Kai, who’d entered sometime during Cyrus’s explanation, shoots him a look, but Cyrus is too deep in thought to notice. “If they’re after all four scrolls,” Cyrus says slowly, “then we need to figure out where the other three are, and fast.”

“What do we know about the thief?” Nya asks, ever practical. “Did they leave anything behind? A clue, a trace, anything ?”

Cole shakes his head, his frustration evident. “Nothing. It was a clean job. Whoever they are, they’re good.” His grip tightens ever-so-slightly, and the hint of frustration in his gaze elicits an odd flutter in your chest.

Nya’s voice pulls you back into the conversation. “We’ll need to divide up. If they’ve already got one, they won’t stop until they find the others. We can’t afford to waste time.”

Jay raises a hand, as if he’s in a classroom. “Uh, quick question. What happens if they do get all four?”

Cyrus’s expression darkens. “Then whoever holds the scrolls will hold unimaginable power. Enough to reshape reality itself.”

The silence that follows is deafening.

Cole’s voice cuts through the heavy air. “Which is why we can’t let that happen. Not on our watch.”

Everyone nods in agreement, their determination palpable. You, on the other hand, pick up your baguette slice again and take another bite, hoping the carbs will somehow make all of this easier to digest.

Thankfully, a knock on the door interrupts the tension, signalling the arrival of your food. The sight of the waiters carrying plates and bowls immediately lifts your spirits. You sit up straighter, the truffle fries you ordered placed neatly between you and Cole. He lets go of your hand, sending you a small smile. 

You return it.

“Good choice,” Kai remarks, gesturing to your plate of pre-cut steak with his fork while chewing on a mouthful of spaghetti. “As long as it’s not on our card, that is.”

You smirk, shrugging innocently. “In my defense, I thought Jay was paying.”

The ninja in question looks up sharply with narrowed eyes, shaking his head disapprovingly before going back to mauling his lobster.

Cyrus chuckles, his gaze warm as he waves off the comment. “Don’t worry, dear. I’ve grown quite used to Kai’s appetite. Feel free to order anything else. After all, I’m sure you’ll be around for quite a while.”

At that, Cole, who’s mid-sip of his drink, suddenly chokes. The spluttering noise draws everyone’s attention, and you instinctively glance at him, alarmed. His fist thuds lightly against his chest as he recovers, his expression caught between embarrassment and discomfort.

“Careful, Cole,” Nya quips, her eyes brimming with mischief as she glances between you both. “We wouldn’t want to lose you over a glass of water.”

You notice the faint pink tint creeping up his neck and the tips of his ears, and before you can stop yourself, the thought flashes through your mind: Cute.

The realization jolts you. Nope. No way. Absolutely not. You hurriedly shove a piece of steak into your mouth, focusing intently on chewing as if your life depends on it. The warmth crawling up your neck is most certainly from the food. Definitely.

As the others dive into casual conversation about strategies and possible leads, a nagging thought begins to form in your mind. You swallow your mouthful, reaching hesitantly for a fry before voicing it.

“But…” you start, your tone hesitant, yet cutting through the chatter. All eyes turn to you, making your palms slightly clammy. “What do the scrolls have to do with me?”

The question hangs in the air, and you immediately feel the burden of everyone’s attention. Cyrus exchanges a glance with Cole, his brow furrowing in thought. The silence stretches just long enough to make you regret asking, but Cyrus finally speaks, his tone measured.

“That,” he says slowly, “is precisely what we need to figure out.”

— — — — — 

The valet holds out the keys to Cole. He accepts them with a quick thank you, sliding into the driver’s seat of the car that’s been brought around. You blink, momentarily confused.

“Since when do you drive?” you ask, tentatively sliding into the passenger seat and shutting the door behind you.

He waits for you to pull on your seatbelt before smoothly maneuvering the car out of the pickup area. “I got my license pretty early,” he says with a glance in your direction, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “It was kinda necessary, y’know. Saving the world isn’t exactly convenient without a dragon to ride on.”

You mull this over for a second, nodding as you reply, “Fair.”

Your gaze flickers to the fuzzy dice hanging from his rearview mirror, the cluster of coupon cards, parking tickets, and drink stamp cards stuffed into the cup holder. It’s a little messy, but somehow it feels fitting. Struggling to suppress a grin, you lean back in your seat, turning your attention to the buildings flashing past the window.

All night, Cole’s been a perfect gentleman. It’s a side of him you never thought you’d see, let alone experience firsthand. When dinner had wrapped up, he’d offered to drive you home before you could even figure out a plan. The memory of Jay crooning at the table, much to Nya’s exasperation, flashes in your mind, and you can’t help the small smirk that escapes you.

Kai had claimed he needed his beauty sleep and left early. Cyrus offered to give you a ride, but Cole intervened before you could accept. At first, you’d assumed he’d summon Rocky, but instead, he’d surprised you by walking over to the valet stand.

The air conditioning is a little too cold for your liking. With a quick flick of your wrist, you adjust the dial, then reach for the radio. As soon as you press the button, the Bluetooth system lights up, a calm voice announcing, “Device connected. Playing most recent playlist.”

The first few notes of a song fill the car, and you freeze. It’s one of your favorite songs, the kind that makes you want to hum along or drum your fingers against your leg.

You glance at Cole, who remains focused on the road, completely unfazed. “Your playlist?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Why?” He glances at you briefly before returning his gaze to the empty street ahead.

“No reason,” you murmur, a little thrown off. The songs continue to play, one after the other, all suspiciously aligned with your taste.

A comfortable silence settles over the two of you, broken only by the low hum of the music. The streets are quieter than usual, the bustle of the day long gone.

“You know,” you say after a while, “I haven’t really had a chance to explore Ninjago City yet. I only moved here right before university started, so it’s been classes, unpacking, and not much else.”

Cole hums in thought, tapping his fingers lightly against the steering wheel. “That’s a shame. The city’s pretty great once you know your way around.”

You nod, expecting the conversation to end there. But instead, he glances at you again, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

“How about a little detour?” he says, steering the car down a different street without waiting for your answer.

“What kind of detour?” you ask, shooting him a suspicious look.

“The kind that doesn’t end with you sitting in your apartment wondering what you’re missing,” he replies, his tone teasing.

You roll your eyes but don’t protest, curiosity bubbling in your chest. As the car takes a turn onto a quieter road, the city lights cast a warm glow over the dashboard.

Cole takes you through the quieter streets of the city, the hum of the car blending seamlessly with the music playing softly in the background. As he drives, the buildings around you begin to shift. Towering skyscrapers give way to cozier streets lined with shops and cafés, their warm lights still glowing faintly despite the late hour.

“That,” he says, pointing toward a modest little bakery with a bright yellow awning, “is where Jay convinced me to try his favorite pastries. I think he was trying to cheer me up after a rough mission. Ended up eating half a dozen éclairs because he dared me to. Regretted it for a week.”

You snort. “Why am I not surprised? And did it work?”

“Cheering me up? Yeah, somehow it did.” He grins, the memory clearly amusing him. “Although I’m pretty sure he just wanted to see if I’d actually do it.”

The car turns onto another street, this one quieter, almost deserted. He nods toward a dimly lit dojo. “That’s where Sensei took us when we were still figuring out how to work as a team. Spent hours there sparring, tripping over ourselves, and arguing about who was doing what wrong.”

You arch an eyebrow. “And now you’re all perfectly in sync?”

Cole chuckles, the sound low. “Let’s just say we’ve come a long way since then.”

As you pass a park, he slows the car down and gestures toward a small playground tucked into the corner. “There,” he says, his voice softening. “That’s where we helped a kid find his mom. He got stuck at the top of the jungle gym and was too scared to come down. Lloyd climbed up to get him while I held the ladder steady. The kid hugged us both like we’d just saved the world.”

A smile tugs at your lips. “You kinda did, in his eyes.”

“Maybe.” He shrugs, but there’s a faint warmth in his expression.

The car glides into a more bustling area, neon lights casting colorful reflections onto the windshield. He points out a karaoke bar, shaking his head with a small laugh. “Never let Kai drag you in there. Trust me.”

“Why? Is he a bad singer?” you ask, intrigued.

“More like he’s too good. He gets way too into it. Once, he jumped off the stage mid-song to serenade someone in the audience.”

You burst into laughter, the mental image too vivid to ignore. “Let me guess. Was it a complete stranger?”

“Yup. She loved it, though,” he says, chuckling.

As the car continues its journey, Cole shares more little anecdotes. Each one paints a picture of his life before you’d met him. 

Each one makes you smile. 

Eventually, the car takes a turn onto a quieter road, and Cole slows down, pulling into a lookout point overlooking the city. The skyline stretches out before you, a sea of twinkling lights against the dark night sky.

“I used to come here a lot,” he admits, his tone quieter now. “Back when I was still trying to figure out my place on the team. It helped me clear my head.”

You glance over at him, his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights. “And now?”

“Now I don’t come here as often,” he says, his gaze fixed on the view. “But every now and then, it’s nice to remember.”

For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence stretching comfortably between you. The distant hum of the city below mingles with the faint music still playing in the background, and you find yourself leaning back, taking it all in.

“This city’s pretty amazing,” you say softly.

Cole turns to look at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “It is. You just need the right person to show you around.”

“Right,” there’s a cheekiness in your grin, holding up your wallet. “How much do I owe you for the tour guide fee then? I’ve got five dollars to my name and a whole lot of boba stamp cards.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “I’m good, thanks. Maybe next time you can order in for game night.”

“Only if you beat me. Don’t you remember? Loser pays for the meal.” You fake a sympathetic smile, patting his shoulder. “Maybe next time you’ll learn that Kai and I? We’re unstoppable.”

“Tell that to Jay,” he snorts, leaning back against the driver’s seat as the city glimmers before you. The easy banter fades into a calm quiet, the serenity of the night settling in. You glance out the window, but the reflection of your face in the glass makes your stomach twist.

You press your palms against your thighs, the cool fabric of your jeans grounding you. “Cole?”

He turns to you, his expression shifting into one of quiet curiosity. “Yeah?”

You hesitate, your fingers fidgeting with the strap of your bag. “I’ve been meaning to say this… but I don’t think I’ve had the guts.”

His brow furrows slightly. “What’s on your mind?”

You exhale, long and slow, feeling the weight of your thoughts pressing down. “That day when you found the photo of me… I haven’t felt the same since. It’s like I’m constantly looking over my shoulder now, waiting for something to go wrong.”

Cole’s face softens, his eyes searching yours. “Hey—”

“I’m grateful, okay?” you interrupt, your words tumbling out faster than you intended. “For you, for the team, for everything you’ve done to protect me. But there are moments—” You falter, your voice cracking slightly. “There are moments where I feel so small. Like no matter what I do, I’m being watched. Judged. Scrutinized. I don’t even feel like myself anymore.”

Cole reaches out, his hand brushing yours lightly. “I get it,” he says quietly. “It’s a lot to handle. But you’re stronger than you think. You’re going to get through this.”

Something snaps inside you, and the words spill out before you can stop them. “But I’m not like you, Cole!” You pull your hand away, your voice louder than you intended. “I’m not a ninja. I’m not brave or strong or whatever you guys are. I just want a normal life — to go to school, to hang out with friends, to not worry about villains or warehouses or photos of me showing up out of nowhere!”

The hurt in his eyes is immediate, like you’ve struck him physically. His jaw tightens, and he glances away, his fingers curling around the steering wheel. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this,” he says softly, his voice barely audible.

Your chest tightens with regret as the words you’d thrown at him echo in your mind. Cole doesn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the skyline. When he finally speaks, his voice is measured, almost too calm. “You should get some rest. It’s been a long night.”

The faint smile he gives you doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and your stomach twists with guilt. “Cole—” you start, but he’s already shifting the car into gear, avoiding your gaze.

“It’s fine,” he says lightly, the edge of something unspoken in his tone. “Let’s get you home.”

The drive back is quieter than before, the comfortable silence replaced by something heavier. You sneak glances at him, but his expression is unreadable, his focus firmly on the road ahead.

When he pulls up in front of your apartment complex, he parks and steps out, walking around to open your door.

You step out, barely inches apart from his chest. His eyes are tinged with guilt and regret, and your heart sinks as you realize just how much your words must’ve affected him. He’s been supportive throughout everything, from assigning Nya and the rest to guard you, to tirelessly searching for the thief on top of his usual duties. And now, here you are, with the weight of your sharp words hanging in the air between you.

He takes a step back, waiting for you to enter the lift before he can leave. You take a few steps forward, but your feet feel like they’re glued to the pavement, each step away from him like a mistake you can’t undo. Your thoughts tumble over each other as you try to find the right thing to say, but nothing comes.

You slow to a halt, barely inches away from the lift, and glance back at him. He’s still standing by his car, watching you with that same patient, unreadable look on his face. No . You shake your head, your hands clenching into fists, frustration flooding your chest. I can’t just leave. Not like this.

Before you can second-guess yourself, your body moves faster than your brain can catch up. You turn and march back to him, a full-blown wave of mortification crashing over you as you approach. Your heart races as you find yourself wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his shoulder in one swift motion.

A solid few seconds pass.

Why isn’t he hugging me back?

Panic sets in. You don’t dare to pull away. The heat in your ears burns like wildfire, and every muscle in your body screams for you to turn and run, anything to escape the embarrassment flooding through you. But you don’t. You stay. You can’t move.

Are you shitting me? Is he seriously not going to do anything?

The seconds feel like an eternity, but just as you start to feel like you might die of mortification, his arms finally wrap around you, pulling you into a gentle, reassuring hug.

Then, you realize something as his chest begins to move.

Is he… laughing?

The realisation hits you like a bolt of lightning, and before you can even think, you shove him off you in one swift move. Your cheeks flush pink, your eyes narrowing into a glare as he chuckles, clearly trying (and failing) to suppress his amusement.

“What the hell is so funny?” you snap, frustration rising in your chest. 

I’m going to stab this bitch and bury the body.

His smile is soft but undeniably teasing as he rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry, it’s just… I didn’t expect that.”

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well, I didn’t expect to—” You stop yourself, sighing as the words fall flat. It wasn’t exactly how you intended things to go, but here you are, standing in front of him like an embarrassed mess.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, your voice quieter now, but the sincerity is there. “For snapping at you earlier… and for… you know, that.” You gesture between the two of you, feeling even more self-conscious now that the moment’s passed.

Cole’s smile softens, and he places a hand gently on your head, a comforting gesture that feels like a wave of calm washing over you. “It’s alright. Really. You’ve been through a lot, and I get it. I do.”

You scoff again, but this time it’s not out of anger. “I’m just not used to… all of this. I just want to live a normal life, you know? Go to school, hang out with friends, and not feel like I’m constantly under a microscope.”

Cole’s expression shifts, the teasing fading into something gentler, something understanding. “I get that. And you will. But we’re here for you, okay? We’re all in this together.”

You stare at him for a moment, the warmth of his words sinking in. There’s no judgment in his eyes, just a quiet assurance that makes your chest tighten.

“Thanks,” you say softly, still feeling a bit vulnerable. “For everything you’ve done for me. I know I don’t say it enough, but I really appreciate it.”

Cole nods, his smile returning, this time warmer, more genuine as your name falls from his lips. “Anytime.”

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — 

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𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝟏𝟎 |

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#1 Rule of Fake Dating: Don’t make it your go-to excuse for everything.

You learned this the hard way after telling Abby you had a ‘date’ to get out of her study session invite. Her eyes widened to proportions you never imagined possible as she gasped and demanded the full story of how you met your soulmate.

Before you could spin a convincing lie, your phone rang. The familiar ringtone makes you smile. For once, you were actually grateful for his annoying ass.

“What’s up, Brooky?”

Cole’s long-suffering sigh nearly makes you burst out laughing. “I’ll buy you a drink if you promise never to call me that again.” 

You bid Abby a hasty wave goodbye, watching her slump back down in disappointment over not getting any juicy details. “Depends on how expensive it is.”

“You do realise that I don’t get paid for my heroism.”

You wince. “That’s so true. You guys should really talk to the mayor about that.”

“Right?” His voice picks up, clearly hitting a sore spot. “I mean, I already feel bad enough living off Cyrus’s goodwill, especially with all of us there.”

Sandwiching your phone between your ear and shoulder, you adjust the bag on your arm and hum in agreement as he continues. “Plus, I don’t know. Master Wu’s insistent on us doing everything for free, but I think the renovation costs might’ve made him reconsider taking on a few private requests.”

“What kind of requests?” You unintentionally tune him out as you exit the university grounds to look for him. Standing on your tiptoes, you scan the crowd. Nothing. You frown, craning your neck in hopes of spotting that familiar mop of black hair. “Where are you?” you mutter, your voice slipping into irritation.

“What was that?”

“I said–”

A firm tap on your shoulder cuts you off. Startled, you spin around and instinctively lash out, your fist connecting with someone’s side.

“Oof!” A pained grunt follows as Cole doubles over, clutching his ribs. Despite his wheezing, he still manages a crooked grin. “Is this how you treat your boyfriend now? Should I be worried?”

“Oh my god!” Your hands fly to your mouth, eyes wide with horror. “I am so sorry! You can’t sneak up on people like that!”

Straightening up, Cole gives you a mock-wounded look, still rubbing his side. “Noted. Next time I’ll announce myself with a trumpet.”

“Good,” you reply, crossing your arms but quickly softening. “You’re okay, though, right?”

“Define ‘okay,’” he teases, but his attention shifts as his gaze flicks over you. His brows furrow. “Uh… are we matching right now?”

You blink, glancing down at your outfit — a brown dress paired with a white bag — before looking back at him. He’s wearing a white shirt and long brown khakis.

It hits you both at the same time.

“No.”

“Oh, absolutely not.”

You gape at each other in shared offence.

“This is ridiculous,” you mutter, shaking your head.

Cole narrows his eyes, gesturing between you. “Who’s copying who here?”

“Obviously you copied me,” you reply, placing a hand on your hip.

He snorts, crossing his arms. “Sure, because I definitely planned to match my soulmate’s outfit for a date in public.”

“It’s not a date!” you hiss, glancing around as a few bystanders glance your way with interest.

Cole raises a brow, an all-too-amused smirk spreading across his face. “Oh, so you do admit I’m your soulmate? As in, accepted it?”

You groan, punching his arm lightly. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he says, stepping aside to take your bag. “But at least I’m fashionable.”

“Don’t push it, Brookstone,” you warn, stepping past him. He simply shrugs, an easy grin on his lips when you hand him your bag without a second thought. He slings it onto his shoulder, starting to walk with you. 

“So, where’re we headed?” 

“I’ve got a lesson with Master Wu today, remember?” 

“‘Course I remember,” he huffs with a wounded tone, placing a hand on his heart. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

“Okay,” you say, stopping abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk and turning to face Cole. Your tone is calm, but there’s a certain edge to it that makes him pause. “If you’re going to keep up this boyfriend act, then you better be prepared for the consequences.”

Cole raises a brow, clearly amused. “Consequences? Like what? You making me carry your bag for the rest of my life?”

“Worse,” you reply with a smirk, resuming your pace. He follows, though the grin falters ever so slightly. Good. Let him wonder. Let him wonder and forget till the day you fill his entire room with tiny rubber dildos, enough to make an army.

You’re just about to elaborate with another (hopefully) ominous sentence when a familiar voice calls out your name from afar.

You turn to see Holly heading your way, her usual bright energy radiating even from a distance. Next to her is a boy you don’t recognise at first, but when he comes into view you realise he’s the brother you met the other day. 

“Hey,” you greet, waving as they approach. Cole glances at you questioningly but stays quiet.

Holly’s eyes flick to Cole, curious. “Who’s your friend? Is he…?”

You spot the perfect opportunity and take it, turning to Cole with a sickly sweet smile. “Oh, where are my manners?” Taking a step closer, you thread your arm through his. “This is Cole.” You bat your lashes for effect. “My boyfriend.”

The words that leave your mouth feel like poison, and you immediately feel like you’ve taken a nosedive straight into the fiery depths of hell. In your peripheral, you can feel Cole glance at you, his smirk widening.

Bastard.

Holly’s jaw drops. Her brother rolls his eyes at her reaction, crossing his arms. You recall his name starting with an L, trying to scrounge up his name from the tangled ball of yarn you call a memory when he suddenly speaks. 

“Calm down,” he says casually, shrugging like he’s commenting on the weather. “They’re probably just soulmates. You don’t have to make such a big deal out of it.”

Holly scowls, swatting at the hand he’s using to poke her arm. “I know that, Leo. I was just surprised to see her, that’s all.”

The sudden mention of it makes you flinch. Fake dating or not, the fact that the truth is out there in its purest form of the word soulmates is enough to trigger the nerves in your chest. After spending so long denying it, you’re suddenly supposed to accept it?

Leo notices your reaction and shrugs again, unbothered. “Holly told me about you not finding your soulmate. Till now, I guess.” His gaze darts to Cole, “Honestly, it’s not everything people make it out to be. Besides, the whole thing is overrated anyway.”

The ease in his tone catches you completely off guard. For a moment, you forget Cole’s smirk or Holly’s wide eyes. Your lips twitch upward into a small, genuine smile. “You’re not wrong,” you admit softly, meeting his gaze.

Leo’s grin widens ever so slightly. “Glad someone gets it.”

Cole, apparently done being ignored, steps forward and extends his hand. “Cole,” he says, flashing a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Leo takes his hand, shaking it firmly. “Leo. I’m this dumbass’s brother,” he elaborates, gesturing to Holly who looks ready to shove his head into the wall. You wish you could do the same to your fake boyfriend.

Your gaze flickers to their hands, catching the subtle shift in Leo’s expression; a raised brow, the slightest tilt of his head. It’s quick, almost imperceptible, but you see it. Intrigue.

The handshake ends, and Leo steps back, his expression slipping back into its usual nonchalance. Holly doesn’t seem to notice anything as she starts talking to Cole about something you barely register.

“Oh, wait,” you say, digging into your bag. “Do you have Instagram? I should follow you.”

Leo nods, pulling out his phone as you exchange handles. Just as you confirm the follow, Cole’s voice cuts in, laced with over-the-top concern.

“Babe,” he says, the word so dripping with mock affection it’s almost painful. “You’re following another guy on Instagram? I’m starting to feel... jealous.”

You shoot him a side-eye glare that he ignores entirely, his grin widening. You can practically hear the smugness dripping off his words. Fighting the urge to shove him into the nearest wall, you plaster on an exaggerated grin. 

“Jealous?” Leo echoes, smirking slightly.

“Of course,” Cole replies, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you closer till you’re all but squashed against his chest. His very broad, muscular chest. “My Snugglebug here doesn’t just hand out her Instagram to anyone, you know.”

Snugglebug. 

I’m going to kill him. Slowly. Painfully.

“Oh, but my love,” you say, voice sugary sweet as you lean into him, batting your eyelashes. “Don’t be jealous. You’re the only one for me.”

Cole’s smirk falters for a split second, and you know you’ve struck a nerve.

“Good,” he replies, recovering quickly. “Because I was thinking of getting us matching Instagram bios. Something like, ‘Forever & Always’.”

Holly bursts into laughter, while Leo watches with what you can only describe as amused bewilderment.

“Oh, that’s adorable,” you coo, patting his cheek. “But I was thinking something simpler. Like, ‘My Rock’.”

“Perfect,” Cole echoes, his voice dripping with mischief as he gently tilts your chin to face him. “I’ll change mine to ‘My Light’.”

Oh. Oh, he’s dead.

Holly clutches her stomach, still laughing, while Leo shakes his head. “You two are... something,” he mutters, his tone dripping with amusement.

You force a smile, plotting Cole’s imminent demise. “Aren’t we just?”

Cole squeezes your shoulder lightly. “The best couple, right?”

“Oh, come on,” Holly finally bursts out, half-laughing. “You two are insufferably cute.”

“Cute,” Leo echoes, though the shit-eating grin on his face makes you want to bury yourself six feet under and pray no one ever comes to your funeral. Scratch that, no funeral needed for your demise.

You step away from Cole, letting his arm drop, and shoot him a glare that promises retribution. He just grins back, smug as ever.

“Let’s go,” you mutter, grabbing your bag from him and stalking past Holly and Leo.

Behind you, you hear Cole chuckle softly. “Anything for you, Snugglebug.”

You don’t look back, but the intense heat in your cheeks are enough to tell you he’s won this round. 

It’s only after you board the bus after waiting for ten minutes, hike up the mountain stairs (you’d gotten used to it at this point), and stormed past a perplexed Zane to grab some water and chug it down that you finally deign Cole with a scathing glare after the agony of silence.

“What’s wrong Snugglebug?” The bastard’s as smug as ever, leaning against the counter with a knowing smile. He tilts his head innocently, though his eyes gleam with mischief. “Did you want to take it to the next level? Change our Facebook status to ‘Taken’, perhaps?”

If not for the fact that the glass you’re drinking out of being classified as monastery property, you would’ve hurled it at his head without hesitation. Instead, you take a deep breath, set the glass down with no more than a soft clink, and plaster the tiniest smile on your lips. 

“Cole?”

He’s wary now. You take a step toward him, the very picture of serenity when he suddenly takes a step back, slowly moving away to the other side of the kitchen. “What’s wrong?” You ask sweetly, watching him awkwardly smile back in response as his arm scrambles for something behind his back. “What’re you looking for, Cole?” 

“Nothing,” he says, though you pick up on the smallest of trembles in his voice. “Just… loving how relaxed and completely okay with everything you are. Have I ever told you that you’re the best out of all of us?”

“Not at all,” you hum, stepping closer and closer to him until he’s flattened himself to the refrigerator door, looking down at you hesitantly. “The best, you say?” 

“Mmhm.” He nods slowly, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. Your lips twitch ever so slightly, lifting your hand up. His eyes widen, gaze fixated on your hand as it swings down toward him.

And lands on his shoulder in the form of a gentle pat. 

“Okay.” He watches you move away, heading to the sink to wash the empty glass. “I’m gonna go to Master Wu’s class now. You’re on bodyguard duty for the whole week, right?” 

You can sense how flustered he is when he mumbles out confirmation, turning around and watching him stiffen noticeably when your eyes meet his. “Sounds good!” You chirp, placing the rinsed glass onto the dishrack and leaving the kitchen without another word.

— — — — — — 

“Here’re the rubber... ducks you ordered.” 

Zane holds out a small, nondescript package. His tone is neutral, but the slightest tilt of his head gives away his curiosity.

It had been two days since the whole fake boyfriend debacle with Holly and Leo, with Cole behaving more quietly ever since you cornered him against the fridge. He’d laid low, keeping jokes to himself and bristling each time you sent an emotionless smile in his direction.

But this morning, he’d seemed back to his old self, slipping in snarky little comments about your relationship. 

Earth Ninja or not, you were thisclose to snapping the next time he referred to you as Babezilla in front of Kai.

But right now, you have more important things to focus on. Like the package in Zane’s hands.

“Thanks!” You say, grabbing the bag from him and clutching it to your chest like it’s some precious heirloom whilst grinning like an absolute madman.

Zane doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. He just... stares. His eyes linger on the tightly wrapped block in your arms. You’re pretty sure if you poked him he’d teeter right before falling.

You can practically see the gears turning in his head, calculating every possible reason for your delivery. When his eyes narrow ever so slightly, you know you’re dangerously close to being interrogated.

You pat his shoulder, offering him your best reassuring smile. “Don’t ask.”

He blinks, his head tilting further. “But I wasn’t—”

“Don’t.”

Zane lets it go, though the way his brow furrows suggests this will remain an unsolved mystery he’ll revisit later.

Fat chance, my guy.

Clutching the bag tighter, you make your way toward Cole’s room. His music isn’t blasting through your head like it usually does when he’s nearby, a sure sign he’s out on patrol. Perfect.

As you reach his door, you take a deep breath, preparing for the task at hand. Operation Dildo Baggins was officially a go. You’d been sitting on this idea for a while with no official target, and now, with Cole’s recent antics (antics being the kindest possible way to describe the utter humiliation and embarrassment you’d been subject to with nicknames like Snugglebug, Babezilla, and worst of all…Babycakes), it felt like the perfect time to strike.

Slipping inside, you survey the space. His room is a mess, but it’s a mess you can oddly appreciate. Weights in one corner, a pile of laundry in another, and his bed unmade. The mattress practically has a Cole-shaped indent in it, while pillows lay haphazardly around.

You pull out the bag and unzip it, grinning at the contents. Tiny, brightly colored rubber dildos, all varying in size, shape, and shade. Some even had glitter. A stroke of genius, if you said so yourself.

Now, where to start?

You’re halfway through Operation Dildo Baggins when a sharp inhale makes you freeze. You slowly turn, expecting to be busted by Cole himself, when you see a wide-eyed Jay and Kai in the doorway.

Jay’s lips are parted, his gaze darting to the opened package on the floor, where its contents are spilling out, while Kai stands there with his arms crossed, one brow arched in silent amusement.

You glance from the sparkly pink palm-sized dildo in your hands to the two of them, trying to form a coherent explanation. 

“...It’s not what it looks like.”

Jay erupts into a fit of giggles, pressing himself against the open door while he chokes on a shaky inhale. Kai steps inside, admiring your handiwork. You relent. 

“Okay, it’s exactly what it looks like,” you relent, stepping down from the footstool you’re using to hide one of them above the closet. “It’s revenge. Or as I like to call it, Operation Dildo Baggins.”

Jay lets out an absolutely unhinged wheeze, sliding down the door frame as he laughs uncontrollably. “Dildo Baggins?” he chokes out between gasps. “That’s — oh my god — that’s genius.”

Kai strolls in, folding his arms as he surveys the chaos of tiny rubber dildos strewn across Cole’s room. “So,” he drawls with a smirk, “does this have anything to do with you being called–”

“Don’t,” you cut in sharply, jabbing a finger at him before he can utter the cursed nickname. Your glare is enough to make him pause. “I still have a coupon for another bag.”

He wisely shuts up.

“Anyway,” you continue, clutching the sparkly pink offender in your hand, “if you two idiots are here, you might as well help.”

Jay perks up immediately, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I am so in,” he says, practically bouncing as he steps over to inspect the pile, picking up a few he deems worthy. Kai shrugs, amused, and picks one up, flipping it idly in his hand.

“Alright,” you announce, “we’ve got to be smart about this. No obvious spots. Think subtle, think devious.”

Jay nods enthusiastically, like you’re outlining the master plan to a heist. “Subtle and devious. Got it.” Then, with an impish grin, he holds up Cole’s clear shower gel bottle, tilting it slightly to reveal the viscous blue liquid inside. “Ooooh, this is a good spot.”

You gape at him. “Jay–”

Before you can finish, he unscrews the cap and carefully slides in a few glittery dildos, where they sink and swirl lazily in the gel like the most ridiculous snow globe. He beams proudly.

“Perfect,” he declares, holding it up like a trophy.

Kai snorts. “That’s evil.”

You groan, pressing a hand to your forehead. “Teamwork truly does make the dream work,” you mutter, but you can’t help the small grin tugging at your lips as you snatch the bottle back and shove it into Cole’s shower bag.

“Focus, team,” you say, regaining your composure. “We’ve still got plenty more to hide.”

Kai tosses a dildo into the air, catching it with ease. “I call dibs on his sock drawer.”

Jay claps his hands together, rubbing them like an evil mastermind. “And I’ve got ideas for his weights.”

You’re fairly certain you’ve assembled the worst accomplices in history, or maybe the best. Either way, the amount of gleeful scurrying, whispered plotting, and the sheer evil glint in their eyes makes you think you’ve found your partners-in-crime for life. Operation Dildo Baggins had been an unparalleled success.

By the time you’re done, it’s time to unwind in the game room, the massive TV already aglow with the chaos of Overcooked’s cartoonish kitchen. Jay thrusts a controller into your hands while Kai rummages through the kitchen for snacks. They’d insisted you stay for dinner, and honestly, how could you refuse? A day of dildo-hiding makes a girl hungry.

“Okay, new plan,” Jay says, resetting the level for the third time. “You stay on cooking duty. I’ll chop, Kai delivers. We’ve got this.”

“Pretty sure you said that the last two times,” you deadpan, cracking your knuckles and adjusting your grip on the controller. “And yet, here we are.”

Kai returns with a bowl of chips, plopping down beside you. “Third time’s the charm,” he says, tossing a chip in his mouth. “Now stop arguing and start chopping.”

The game begins, and chaos ensues. You’re barking orders like a drill sergeant. “Jay, the tomatoes! KAI, THAT PLATE IS BURNT. WHY IS IT BURNT?!”

Jay is in another fit of giggles as he accidentally throws a perfectly good onion into the trash. “It slipped!”

“HOW DOES AN ONION SLIP?!”

“Guys, calm down–” Kai starts, but you cut him off, voice rising in desperation. “No calming! DELIVERY! We need that plate out NOW or we fail again!”

The door opens behind you, but you’re too focused on the timer ticking down and the chaos on the screen to look. The sound of a water bottle being uncapped and a few long gulps makes you hyper-aware of his presence, though. Not to mention the fact that you’d heard the faint melody of his usual playlist approaching the monastery which had made you accidentally throw away a good pot of cooked rice.

Cole.

You can feel his gaze on you, but there’s no time to address him. Not when Jay’s standing in the middle of the screen holding a pot and doing nothing useful.

“Jay, fuck off! Kai, DELIVER THE PLATE!”

“I’m trying!” Kai protests, nearly tipping over his drink in real life as he frantically mashes buttons.

It’s no use. The timer runs out, and the screen flashes a giant FAILED in bright red letters. You drop your controller with a groan, leaning back against the couch.

“That’s it. I’m done. You two are hopeless.”

“Hey,” Jay protests, “I’m great under pressure! Just… not in a fake kitchen.”

“You’d starve if we ever got trapped on a deserted island,” you mutter, reaching for a chip.

“Looks like you’ve got everything under control here.”

Finally, you glance over your shoulder. He’s leaning casually against the doorframe, his water bottle in hand, watching you with that infuriating smirk. Also, he was wearing a sleeveless tank top which, you hate to admit it, looked good on him. But also, his arms had the slightest sheen of sweat. 

In conclusion, gross and yucky.

“Care to back that up with action, or are you just here to talk shit get hit?” you shoot back, crossing your arms.

“Oh, I’d destroy you,” he replies smoothly, taking another swig of water.

You snort. “Please. You’d fold under pressure faster than Jay did when I asked him to deliver a plate.”

“Hey!” Jay protests, only to pause. “Okay, that’s fair.”

Cole chuckles, setting his water bottle on a nearby table. “You sure about that? I’ve got quick reflexes and perfect hand-eye coordination. I’d mop the floor with you, just like I did when we sparred.”

“Big talk for someone who hasn’t even touched the controller,” you retort, a spark of competitive energy flaring up in your chest. “Also, I totally let you win.”

“Oh, this I’ve got to see,” Jay interjects, scrambling to set the game to player-versus-player mode. He tosses a controller to Cole, who catches it effortlessly.

“I’m not kidding,” Cole adds as he strides toward the couch. “You’re about to witness greatness.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you scoff. “Hope you’re ready to eat my dust.”

Before you can say another word, Cole leaps over the back of the sofa in one fluid motion, landing right beside you. You blink, startled by the sheer grace of it, but quickly mask it with a scoff.

“Fancy moves won’t save you here, Brooky boy,” you mutter, gripping your controller tightly.

“Oh, I don’t need fancy moves to beat you,” he says, leaning slightly closer, his smirk infuriatingly confident. You shove him away with disgust, suddenly aware of how close you are. Before you can move away, however, Kai makes himself comfortable and manspreads. You roll your eyes.

“Bring it,” you reply easily, choosing your avatar.

Jay, already giggling in anticipation, hits start. “Let the carnage begin!”

The match starts, and the game becomes a blur of chaotic, fast-paced action. Your fingers move furiously over the buttons as you fight to keep up with Cole’s surprisingly sharp gameplay.

“You’re getting slow,” he taunts, the familiar chime of bells signalling completed orders going off non-stop for both sides.

“Slow?” you hiss, eyes narrowing. “I’m just warming up.”

Kai leans back with a laugh, munching on chips. “This is better than TV.”

For a moment, your eyes dart to your competitor. Cole’s leaning slightly forward, his full focus on the screen, brows furrowed in concentration. The corner of his mouth twitches upward, that stupid smirk never quite leaving.

Then, it hits you. The scent.

It’s faint at first, but the more you notice it, the stronger it becomes. A warm blend of spiced cinnamon and vanilla, rich and inviting, like stepping into your kitchen during Christmas to sneak a few cups of hot chocolate with your mother. A pang of nostalgia washes over you, unbidden and completely out of place. You shake your head slightly, trying to ignore how oddly comforting it feels.

How does he smell this good when he hasn’t even showered yet?

Your avatar stumbles on screen, moving erratically as you remain stuck in that memory. Cole notices instantly.

“Losing your touch already?” he snorts, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

The sound of his voice yanks you back to the moment. “What? No!” you snap, glaring at him as you hastily mash buttons to catch up.

“Sure looks like it,” he teases, that insufferable grin widening.

Without thinking, you shove him with your shoulder. He barely budges, laughing as he nudges you back. Your heart is racing in your chest, though you quickly chalk it up to the pressure of the game. 

The timer on the screen counts down to the final seconds, and your competitive streak kicks into overdrive. Your fingers fly across the controller as you focus all your energy on completing as many orders as possible. The kitchen on screen is pure chaos with ingredients on every inch of floor space, chopped cucumbers everywhere, pots almost overboiling, but somehow, you’re thriving in it.

Also, a part of it is on fire but with five seconds left, you’re prioritizing getting the food out rather than extinguish it.

“Come on, you’ve got this!” Jay cheers, leaning forward in excitement.

“Not a chance in hell,” Cole counters, his tone light but determined.

With a final flurry of button-mashing, the round ends. The results start to tally, both of you subconsciously leaning forward in anticipation. When the screen reveals you’d beaten him by two completed orders, a triumphant cry tears itself from your throat.

“I am unstoppable!” you declare, throwing your arms up like you’ve just claimed the title of world champion.

Jay hits a button on the controller, triggering cheers from the speakers. Kai sets off a party popper he somehow produces on cue. Confetti rains down, and you take a mock bow, basking in your victory.

Cole leans back on the sofa, swirling his water bottle in one hand, a soft grin playing at his lips. “You’re really proud of yourself, huh?”

“Obviously,” you say, spinning around to face him. “Beating you at anything is worth celebrating.”

His grin widens, and there’s a flicker of something in his gaze. Amusement, sure, but also a hint of challenge. “It was beginner’s luck.”

You scoff, crossing your arms. “Excuse me? I’ve been playing this longer than you’ve been doing your ninja stuff.”

“I’m just saying,” he drawls, sitting up straighter. “If we played again, I’d wipe the floor with you.”

Kai lets out a low whistle. “Oh, he’s laying it down now.”

Jay, grinning from ear to ear, grabs another controller. “This I have to see.”

Your eyes narrow at Cole, your competitive streak kicking into overdrive. “Fine. Rematch. But let’s make it interesting.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What, like a bet?”

“Winner gets to change the loser’s contact name for them. No swapping, no amendments. The name has to be kept and can only be changed through official Overcooked Betting.” 

Cole eyes the hand you put forth, waiting patiently for him to shake it and accept the terms. 

He takes it.

The stakes are set, controllers gripped, and tension hangs in the air as the rematch begins. The sound of clattering plates and sizzling pans fills the room, each of you hyper-focused on the chaos of the Overcooked kitchen. You’re determined to hold onto your victory streak, while Cole, equally motivated, keeps throwing glances your way, his smirk bordering on smug.

“Focus on your side, Cole,” you snap, dodging his attempt to distract you as his elbow inches closer to your ribcage. You swat it away with your arm, using the side of your head to bonk his shoulder.

“Multitasking is my specialty,” he shoots back.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Cole stealing glances at you between frantic moves, his expression equal parts focused and amused. You push harder, refusing to let him win.

Jay and Kai are on the edge of their seats, munching snacks as if watching the most gripping movie of the year.

When the final seconds tick down and the scores flash on the screen, you let out a loud groan. He’d beaten you by one order.

“No!” you cry, dropping the controller in defeat.

The tension leaves his body, relaxing against the couch with the air of an accomplished man. “Hand it over.” He puts his hand out to you, palm side up. You eye it, wondering if it’d be too late to order more rubber dildos. 

“A bet’s a bet,” Kai reminds from beside you. Groaning, you fish out your phone from your pockets and toss it into his hand. He unlocks it easily, having seen your password before during another study session where he’d kept himself occupied with books while you furiously rushed an overdue essay. 

With every ominous tap tap tap of his fingers against the screen, you bristle. His expression is infuriatingly focused, as if he’s crafting a masterpiece.

When he hands your phone back, you snatch it and glance at the new contact name. Your eyes widen in horror.

He’d changed the contact name from ‘Cole Brookstone - Ninja’ to ‘Cole <3’. It’s so simple, yet the heart he’d added after his name makes you wince. Your fingers ache, inching toward the edit icon before he hums disapprovingly. 

“Can’t change it,” he remarks offhandedly, peering down at his nails with a frown. You can see the corners of his lips struggling to remain turned down, knowing full well the bastard is busy laughing his ass off internally. “You made the rules, not me.”

“Fuck you.” 

“You wish.” His childish retort eggs you on, and you stick your tongue out childishly in turn. He makes a face, only to stop when you raise a fist and hit his side - lightly. He groans in exaggerated pain, clutching his waist. 

“How could you, Babycakes?” 

Jay’s loud gasp makes the heat rush to your face and coloring your ears crimson, narrowing your eyes. You can practically see Jay’s expression as he files away this juicy tidbit for later use.

“You did not just call me that,” you hiss, jabbing your finger at Cole’s chest.

“What? It’s your nickname for me,” he says innocently, though his eyes gleam with mischief. “Thought I’d return the favor.”

“That was not my nickname for you!” you snap. “It was–”

“Oh, I know,” Cole interrupts, cutting you off with a smirk. “It was ‘Cole Brookstone – Ninja.’ So professional. So... boring. I thought we meant more to each other than that.” He blinks innocently as he looks at you, his smile bordering on evil.

“Boring?” you echo, your tone dangerously low.

“Yeah.” He shrugs casually, like he isn’t goading you on purpose. “No creativity, no flair. Just straight-up boring.”

Your jaw drops, and you lean forward, pointing a finger at him. “Excuse me? You don’t get to talk about creativity when you put a heart after your own name. How is that not boring?”

“It’s not boring because it’s cute,” he counters smugly. “And admit it, you winced because you thought it was cute too.”

You open your mouth to retort, but Kai’s voice cuts through the bickering before you can let loose a string of curses you’re pretty sure would’ve gotten you banned from being around the monastery’s classes for elementary students.

“Okay, enough.” He steps between the two of you, holding up his hands like a referee breaking up a particularly petty fight. Also, he’d somehow produced two yellow uno cards from seemingly thin air, waving it at you both in warning. “You’re acting like toddlers fighting over crayons.”

“He started it,” you grumble, folding your arms.

Cole snorts. “Oh, grow up, Pumpkin Pie.”

Kai sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Then, as you part your lips to fire back, he glances at you, a meaningful look in his eyes that reminds you of your earlier enacted revenge.

So, you press your lips together, taking a deep breath. Think mini dildos hidden in his pillow. Think glittery ones floating in his shower gel.

Suddenly, all the tension leaves your body, and you open your eyes with a serene smile.

Cole notices the change instantly, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. “What’s that face?”

“Oh, nothing,” you say calmly, turning away from him with a shrug. “Just decided to be a good sport and a role model for the younger generation.”

Kai catches the edge of your smirk and shakes his head, muttering, “You two are exhausting. Not even Nya was this much trouble growing up.”

Cole watches you carefully for a moment longer before relaxing back into the sofa, though the wary look doesn’t completely leave his face. “You’re up to something,” he mutters.

“Maybe I am,” you reply, not bothering to deny it. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

He frowns, aout to say something before you’re interrupted by Zane walking into the room wearing an apron that’s an almost offensive shade of bright pink. You have to double check to make sure you’re not just seeing things. 

“Dinner is ready,” Zane announces before scanning your faces. “Have I interrupted something?” 

No one moves or responds. The mention of food acts like a switch flipping in everyone’s heads.

“Nah, you’re good buddy,” Kai groans, standing and stretching dramatically. “I’m starving.”

“Same,” Jay says, bounding after him. He throws a playful arm around Kai’s shoulders as they head for the dining room. 

You follow at a more leisurely pace, Cole casually falling into step beside you. Neither of you speaks, the earlier bickering melting into a comfortable silence as the scent of freshly baked bread and herbs fills the air.

When you reach the dining room, the table is set with steaming dishes spread across it. Master Wu, Nya, Lloyd, and Pixal are already seated, pausing their discussion when you all enter. 

For a moment, you notice the way Master Wu and Lloyd change their grave expressions into a wide smile, though there’s still a solemn tint to their eyes. Part of you bristles, but curiosity is easily buried by hunger. 

Without a second thought, you and Cole gravitate to seats next to each other. It’s unconscious, natural, and nobody comments on it outright, though Nya raises an eyebrow as she glances between the two of you.

You happen to look up and meet her gaze, raising a brow in silent question. She just smiles and looks away to chat with Jay.

“Wow,” Lloyd says, leaning forward to inspect the spread. “Zane, you’ve outdone yourself. Again.”

“Is that herb-crusted salmon?” you ask, practically drooling.

“And garlic knots,” Cole adds, pointing to a heaping basket.

“Correct,” Zane replies with a slight bow of his head. “I’ve also prepared a vegetable medley with a lemon-butter glaze and rosemary roasted potatoes.”

“It smells amazing,” you say, eagerly reaching for a garlic knot.

“Smells amazing?” Cole laughs as he piles his plate high with potatoes. “It looks like a five-star restaurant in here. Zane, you’re spoiling us.”

“Preparing meals for my friends is not spoiling,” Zane replies evenly. “It is an expression of care.”

“You’re the best, Zane,” Lloyd says, already chewing on a piece of salmon. “Seriously, I don’t think I could go back to eating instant noodles after this.”

“Not with Zane around,” Pixal chimes in, a small smile tugging at her lips. “He would somehow make them gourmet.”

Jay leans toward you, whispering theatrically, “Don’t let him fool you. Zane’s just trying to make sure we can’t eat anywhere else without missing him.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Nya teases, nudging Jay with her elbow.

“Not complaining,” you quip, popping a piece of garlic knot into your mouth and groaning. “Oh my god, this is ridiculous. Zane, how do you make everything taste so good?”

“Precision,” Zane answers simply.

Cole nods, as if Zane’s simple explanation made more impact than any of Master Wu’s advice ever did. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Zane is the kitchen ninja.”

“More like the ninja chef,” Nya says, smirking.

“Or the ninja of nourishment,” Lloyd adds, earning a snort from Jay.

Master Wu chuckles softly, his hand resting on his teacup. “It is good to see you all enjoying yourselves. Bonding over food is an ancient tradition.”

“Especially when the food is this good,” Cole says, digging into his plate with gusto.

“Damn, leave some for the rest of us,” Nya says. You can only stare with begrudging respect as she spears a roasted potato off of Cole’s plate with a cartoonishly long fork that extends to his plate without the need of standing up. She catches you looking at it, grinning widely as she pops the stolen goods into her mouth. “Like it?” She asks through mouthfuls, carefully waving it around. “Crafted it in the workshop today.”

“Hey!” he protests, but it’s half-hearted. 

“Sharing is caring,” Pixal says lightly, passing a dish to Lloyd, who is too focused on his meal to notice her amused smile.

You scoff playfully. “Not with these potatoes. If you guys aren’t fast enough, I might empty the whole thing.” Glancing over when you feel a nudge, you roll your eyes at Cole’s earnest gaze. “Fine, I suppose you can have a piece.”

Kai gags. “The couple are so sweet it’s disgusting.”

“Not a couple,” You and Cole automatically reply in sync, shovelling more food into your mouths and munching. You don’t have to lift your head to see the sceptical glances exchanged, putting aside your usual snarky replies to focus purely on enjoying every bite of Zane’s cooking. 

“You wonderful, wonderful man-droid.” You mumble out between bites. Zane nods his head in humble thanks, Cole muttering a similar sentiment. 

The rest of the meal passes in a flurry of light-hearted jabs and never-ending enthusiastic praise for Zane’s culinary talents (all of which which the man-droid rightfully deserves). Plates were cleared, dishes stacked, and as the group slowly disbanded to their own devices, you found yourself lingering in the quiet warmth of the dining room, helping Master Wu wipe down the table.

“Thank you for letting me stay for dinner so often,” you said, glancing at him with a soft smile. “And for letting me hang out at the monastery so much. It’s… nice to be here.”

Master Wu paused mid-swipe, his wise eyes crinkling with warmth. “The monastery welcomes those who find comfort within its walls.”

You tilted your head at his cryptic tone, sensing there was more to his words. “That’s… oddly specific.”

He chuckled softly, folding the cloth in his hands. “You are exactly where you are meant to be, young one. Even if the reason has not fully revealed itself yet.”

You frown, your brows knitting together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He gives you a knowing look, one that somehow carries both gravity and lightness. “You will understand when the time is right.”

Before you can press further, the sound of footsteps draws your attention. Cole appears in the doorway, hands shoved into his pockets with a relaxed grin.

“Ready to head out?” he asked, his voice casual but his gaze lingering on you for just a moment too long.

You glance back at Master Wu, who merely nodded as if to say the conversation was over.

For now, that is.

“Yeah,” you say, grabbing your jacket and stepping toward Cole. “Thanks again, Master Wu.”

“It is always a pleasure to have you here,” he replies with a small bow, his tone warm. “Safe travels.”

Cole holds the door open for you as you step out into the cool evening air. Comfortable silence falls over you both like a warm blanket, walking toward the doors. The stars twinkle above, and there are barely any clouds above you both to obstruct the view. 

One of the perks of living on the peak of a mountain, you suppose.

“Did Wu drop one of his cryptic wisdom bombs on you?” He asks after a beat, his tone teasing.

You huff in amusement. “Something like that.” You pause, tugging your jacket. “Do you ever understand all that weird cryptic stuff he sometimes spouts? Just last week he was telling me about not jumping out of a well.”

Your response elicits a laugh from him, the sound deep and easy. You find yourself smiling at it, a warmth in your chest as you look at him. “Honestly?” He sighs, hands deep in his pockets as you make your way down the stairs. “I just smile and nod, then just hope I’ll figure it out somehow.”

“Really?” Your interest is piqued. “How about when you saved the world and all that? Couldn’t have done it without deciphering his mysterious sayings.” 

He grins. “You should’ve seen the way we were all racking our brains, trying to understand what he was saying. It was worse at the start, before we all knew Lloyd was the Green Ninja.”

“Worse? How?” you ask, your curiosity pushing a teasing smile to your lips as you both reach the end of the stairs and make your way over to the bus stop.

Cole shakes his head, his grin widening. “We were clueless, running around like headless chickens. Wu would drop some riddle about balance or destiny, and the rest of us would argue for hours about what it meant. There was this one time–” He breaks off, laughing to himself.

“What?” you prod, nudging his arm gently.

“There was this one time Wu told us we had to ‘look inward to find the strength to move forward.’” He mimics Wu’s calm tone, his expression mock-serious. “So naturally, Kai thought it meant we needed to meditate or something. He sat us all down in a circle and tried to lead a group meditation. Jay couldn’t stop cracking jokes, and Nya fell asleep within five minutes.”

You burst out laughing at the image. “What about you?”

“I just sat there thinking about how hungry I was,” he admits, shaking his head with a self-deprecating chuckle. “Turns out, all Wu meant was that we needed to believe in ourselves. But, you know, saying that plainly wouldn’t be very ‘Master Wu.’”

“Of course not,” you agree, grinning. “Mystical vagueness is his brand.”

As the two of you reach the bus stop, you glance at him. “So… did all his cryptic advice ever help? Like, for real?”

Cole nods, his expression softening as he looks at you. “Yeah, it did. Sometimes not right away, but it always made sense when it mattered most. Like when we were trying to stop the Great Devourer… or when we were facing the Overlord. Those were times when his words stuck with us, even if we didn’t get them at first.”

The bus pulls up, and the two of you step on. Cole fumbles briefly, patting his pockets with a furrowed brow before finally pulling his transit pass from his back pocket. “When you travel by dragon, bus passes don’t exactly come to mind,” he mumbles defensively. You roll your eyes with a playful smile as you both settle into seats near the back. As the city lights blur past the window, you glance at him again, catching the thoughtful look on his face.

“What about you?” you ask, leaning slightly toward him. “Was there ever a moment where something Wu said clicked for you?”

He smiles, but it’s a little more subdued this time. “Yeah. Back when we were stuck in the Cursed Realm, Wu told me, ‘A leader doesn’t just carry others; they let themselves be carried, too.’”

You tilt your head, intrigued. “What did that mean?”

“It meant I didn’t have to do everything alone,” he says quietly. “Back then, I felt like I had to shoulder everything for the team. But Wu was right. Being a leader means letting the people around you support you, too.”

You let the thought sit for a moment, then give him a small smile. “Sounds like solid advice.”

“It was,” he agrees, glancing at you with a faint smile of his own. “Even if it took me a while to figure out.”

The two of you share a quiet moment, the conversation lulling into another comfortable silence as the bus hums along. It’s only when you notice his reflection in the window with his expression relaxed, the corners of his lips slightly curved… You feel the odd warmth in your chest again.

“Thanks for sharing,” you say softly, your voice barely above the hum of the engine.

He glances at you, his grin returning, playful now. “Don’t get used to it. I’m not usually this talkative.”

“Oh, I won’t,” you reply, smirking. “Wouldn’t want you to ruin your mysterious tough-guy image.”

The bus finally reaches your stop and the both of you tap out. Your apartment building is within view, but a part of you lingers, your footsteps slower as you approach. “Got any plans for next Saturday?” 

You hum in thought. “Only to pick up the cake I ordered a while back.”

“Oh. I’ll tag along.” You glance at him, mildly surprised at the statement. He catches your look, raising his brows in question. “I gotta stock up on croissants. It’s been ages since I had some of his cinnamon rolls too.”

“Where do you even find the space for all that and not gain weight?” You ask, though it’s more to yourself in jealousy than an actual question. Unfortunately, he hears it.

“Having a gym in-house does wonders when you can’t sleep.” His voice is tinged with something you recognise instantly — sorrow. You’re about to ask, but decide against it when you see the look on his face. 

“You can pick me up in the afternoon then,” you say lightly, looking at a random streetlight. He hums in agreement. “And let’s try not to match again.”

That gets a chuckle. “Don’t you mean ‘try not to copy me’?” 

“You’re impossible.”

The lift is only a few paces away. You feel him stop, turning to see one hand shoved into his jacket pocket, the other hanging loose at his side. His posture seems effortless, but there’s something steady about it, like he’s rooted to the spot. The faint light from the hallway catches the curve of his smile, his gaze soft and lingering, almost bordering on fond as he looks at you.

“Goodnight, Snugglebug.”

Scoffing, you enter the lift and press the button to your floor. “Goodnight, Brookstone.”

For tonight, you’ll let him get away with this one.

— — — — — — 

It’s around midnight by the time Cole reaches the monastery. He’d taken his time on the way back, stopping by a convenience store to pick up some pre-cooked chicken breast, planning to microwave one as a snack after tonight’s gym session.

He grabs his headphones from the lounge but pauses, setting them back down onto the table. 

She’d probably be asleep by now, right?

He leaves without his headphones, entering the gym where Lloyd is busy doing his usual sets. Both of them were the more regular visitors, having encountered the other far too many times at odd hours to instinctively understand the dark rings under their eyes and haunted tinge in their gaze. 

“So,” Lloyd breaks the silence, glancing over as he lowers the speed on his treadmill. “Your soulmate, huh?”

Cole exhales sharply, the weight of the question hitting heavier than the bench press he’d just finished. He’d been waiting for Lloyd to bring it up but didn’t expect it to be now, in the middle of their usual workout session. “Yeah. We’re not exactly eager about it either,” he says, walking over to the bench and starting a few stretches. His tone is casual, but there’s a hint of tension in his shoulders. “It won’t impact my duties.”

“Oh, I wasn’t suggesting that.” Lloyd raises his hands in assurance, though his thoughtful gaze is now fixed on his teammate. “I’m just saying, it must be exciting, right? Meeting the person you’re supposedly destined to be with.”

Cole snorts, shaking his head. “Destined. Right.” He shifts his position, stretching out his arms. “It’s not like that. We’re just... soulmates in name. That’s it.”

Lloyd hops off the treadmill, grabbing a towel as he narrows his eyes at Cole. “Sure doesn’t seem like it’s just a label.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cole asks, arching a brow.

Lloyd shrugs, leaning casually against the nearby wall. “I mean, you’re... different around her. Like when you got all defensive when Kai tried to eat her fries the other night.”

“She was clearly going to eat them!” Cole protests, the words spilling out faster than he intended.

“And how you knew her favorite bubble tea order?” Lloyd adds with a sly grin.

Cole freezes for a second before recovering with a huff. “She mentioned it once.”

“Uh-huh.” Lloyd tilts his head, his smile widening. “And that time you made sure to save her a spot during movie night, claiming it was ‘just coincidence’ when she showed up?”

“Coincidence,” Cole insists, though the tips of his ears are turning pink.

Lloyd’s smile falters, his expression softening. “You really don’t see it, do you?”

“See what?” Cole mutters, crossing his arms defensively.

“How much you notice about her.” Lloyd’s voice is quiet but steady. “The little details. The way you remember stuff she’s only said once, or how you pay attention to what makes her laugh or what annoys her. It’s not just about being soulmates, Cole. You care about her, even if you’re too stubborn to admit it.”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “I don’t—”

“Last week, when she complained about being cold, you handed her your jacket without thinking,” Lloyd cuts in, raising a brow. “No one even asked you to. And don’t tell me that’s just duty or being polite.”

For a moment, Cole doesn’t say anything, his jaw tightening as he looks away. “It’s... nothing. She’s part of the team. That’s all.”

Lloyd lets out a soft laugh, pushing off the wall. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, man. Just don’t wait too long to figure it out. Soulmate or not, people don’t stay in one place forever.”

Cole scowls at his retreating back. “For the record, this is worse than when Master Wu tried giving us the talk about the birds and the bees.”

He can vaguely make out the casual “deal with it” that Lloyd remarks as he turns a corner. Rolling his eyes, he shoves all lingering remnants of their conversation into the back of his head before continuing his workout.

After two more hours pass, he finally decides he’s had enough, heading to the kitchen where he’d dropped off his chicken breast from earlier, waiting for the microwave to heat up when he spots a text from you that he’d missed.

He picks it up, reading it before his brows furrow in confusion.

What’s a Dildo Baggins?

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[crackedpumpkin]

Okay how about Cole dating f!reader and one of her ways of showing affection is by making flower crowns for him

Flowers and nature in general being one of her favorite things in life

Hello lovely!! I'll be real, this is the fastest ask I've ever written, with a record-breaking one and a half hours lmao

I hope you enjoy this!!! And thank you for letting me know because I didn't receive the ask the first time (Thanks tumblr.)

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“Another?” 

Cole wakes up to flower petals tickling his nose. He lets out a loud sneeze, startling Kai awake. The fire ninja groans, covering his head with his pillow in an attempt to escape the rising sun. 

The earth ninja takes the flower crown you had snuck onto his chest in his sleep, a soft smile gracing his lips when he realizes you had probably put it there before you left for work. 

His fingers gently brush against the soft pink freesia, now wide awake as he sits up.

You usually went to work at five a.m. on the weekdays, but you only needed to stay there till three p.m. since your job was mainly remote. However, your supervisor was in a different country at another timezone, and you needed to be at the office to look professional.

You despised it, and so did Cole. 

He’d notice when you slipped out from under the covers, your side of the bed gradually turning cold. His arms felt empty without you, with your head snug under his and tucked into the crook of his neck.

You hated it too, leaving the comfort of his arms and bed the last thing you wanted before he woke up. So you resorted to leaving little gifts for him before heading off for work. Flower crowns, to be exact.

The habit had started before you, and Cole even started dating. You used to come over to hang out with Jay, the bubbly ninja eager to beat you in every video game he possessed. You had met him in a games store, ready to purchase the latest fighting game. 

You noticed a crowd around a gaming machine set up for demos and went over to look. That’s when you spotted the ninja in his blue gi practically smashing the buttons on his controller, earning himself a new high score. 

You couldn’t let him take your place as the reigning champion of the game, so you stepped up, challenging him to a match where you utterly destroyed him.

That’s when he invited you for a rematch, a friendly rivalry that sparked your friendship. 

When you arrived at the monastery for the first time, you were intimidated by all the ninjas, including their sensei. Though he was kind, it was slightly unnerving how he looked at you with a sense of foreboding.

And then you met Cole.

— — — — — — — — 

“Jay, what’re you having for dinner?” 

A deep voice startles you out of your concentration, but you don’t dare look up, too engrossed in beating Jay. 

“Uh, I dunno, anything, I guess. What’re you getting?” Jay says, eyes trained on the screen. You gnaw on your bottom lip in thought, mentally narrowing down who you had already met and whose attractive voice it could be. 

You had already met Zane, Lloyd, and Nya. So that only left either Kai or Cole. It couldn’t be the fire ninja, though, you had seen him being interviewed a while back, and his voice had a slightly higher pitch. This one had more of a baritone quality, a slight rasp at the end that made your stomach do funny little flips. 

So this had to be Cole.

You risk a quick glance, doing a double take. Your eyes unashamedly rake over the stranger’s muscular build, catching yourself ogling his biceps. You shake your head, cheeks flushing and praying that neither has caught you staring.  

Jay was still focused on the game, and Cole (you assume) was chugging down a glass of water. You find it hard to swallow, noticing how his skin has a glowing sheen from all the sweat. He had probably come back from a workout.

You tear your gaze away before he notices, still feeling the heat in your cheeks. You hear him set down the glass with a soft sigh, your body tense. 

Is your hair okay? Did you look homeless? Did he notice you staring?

Your mind races with thoughts until the words ‘Game Over’ flashes on the screen, a victorious shout from Jay snapping you out of your thoughts. You groan, tossing the controller to your side.

“Who’s this?” You turn, willing the flush in your cheeks and neck to subside. 

“Oh, I forgot to introduce you guys. Y/n, this is Cole. Cole, this is Y/n, my newest rival!” 

“Is that really what I’m being introduced as?” You grin in a joking manner, eliciting a shrug from your friend. 

“Cool. Are you sticking around for dinner? Zane might be cooking tonight.” Cole looks straight at you, waiting for an answer. 

You’re speechless, managing a nod. 

Were you just invited to dinner? With the ninja, no less??

— — — — — — — — 

“Here.” You place a flower onto Jay’s head, and he blinks several times before pulling it out of his hair.

“Is this mine?” He asks innocently, and you nod in response. 

“HA! Suck it, Kai! You’re gonna be the last to get one!” He shouts across the ship, holding it up triumphantly as you roll your eyes with an amused smile.

You had started the habit of giving flowers and little trinkets you found in nature to the ninjas. Zane was the first to receive one, a tiny acorn you had picked up during your walks in the park to recharge your social battery.

He had cooked a marvelous dinner, and you had randomly given it to him to express your appreciation. He had taken it with a confused yet thankful smile and proudly showed it to the rest during dessert. 

The rest of the ninjas became more invested in seeing who was the next one to receive anything. You had triggered their curiosity and anticipation once you had given Nya a beautiful piece of sea glass you had picked up at the beach. She treasured it like it was a diamond, keeping it on her dresser along with her jewelry.

Now, Jay had his small trinket.

Kai was next. He had made the time to help you go grocery shopping when your other friends were busy, driving you there and back in his car. He helped you unload the groceries, thinking nothing of it until you returned to your room for a brief moment, returning with a preserved amber leaf paperweight. 

“This is mine?” He asks, wide-eyed. He takes it from your hands when you grin, admiring the flickers of orange in the paperweight, the colours resembling the sparks of a fire. He wraps you up in a brief hug, excited to go home and show it off to the rest.

“Looks like Lloyd and Cole are the last to receive anything.” Kai chuckles, reveling in the fact that he had received it before they did. 

Your sheepish grin gives it away. His eyes widened. “Just Lloyd?” 

You shake your head with an embarrassed flush.

“Just Cole??” 

— — — — — — — — 

Truth be told, it was challenging to decide what to give the earth ninja. He was the most put together, the most vigilant of them all. 

And the most attractive. 

You had briefly considered a smooth pebble, its midnight shade reminding you of his gi. But that wasn’t good enough. You could imagine the disappointment in his eyes, comparing his stone with the other gifts you had gotten the rest of them.

Besides, it was too cliche. A rock? For the Earth ninja? 

You’d rather bury yourself six feet under.

You were sitting on a mat near the pond in the monastery, having been invited on a small picnic in the sunny weather. You had gathered an assortment of flowers in front of you, starting to absentmindedly weave together the stems into a flower crown. 

The ninjas were chatting away, and their senseis were sitting on the wooden floor of the small pavilion nearby, sipping on tea and watching their students fondly. You were almost done, looping the last flower through the stems.

“Is that mine?” 

Your breath hitches when you glance up, the shy yet boyish smile on Cole’s lips making your heart flutter. He sits down beside you, peering over your shoulder to get a better look at the flower crown you hold loosely in your hands. 

“Y-yeah.” You hope he doesn’t catch the stutter, though a slight upwards quirk of his lips suggests otherwise. 

“That’s a relief,” he laughs, leaning back with his face tilted towards the sun, “I was starting to think you had forgotten about me.” 

Your cheeks fill with a familiar heat, shaking your head with wide eyes. “No! I’d never forget.” You suppress an embarrassed groan at how your words came out, but you’re left breathless when you notice the soft dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“That’s good then,” He murmurs, peeking an eye open with a small smile. 

You bite down on your bottom lip in thought, summoning up all your courage to reach upwards and place the completed flower crown on the top of his raven-black hair, fingers brushing against his bicep. (Definitely not on purpose, of course. A total accident.)

He grins, sitting upright. 

“Nice crown, Cole!” Jay giggles, drawing the attention of the other ninja. 

“Why thank you, it was a gift.” He pauses to send a wink your way, but you look down quickly, flustered by the sudden action though you can’t help the shy smile that spreads across your lips.

You look back up as he saunters to the rest of the group, showing off his present. You watch how he laughs at something Kai says, your gaze soft as he glances back at you. You start like a deer caught in headlights. However, he doesn’t look away, nodding absentmindedly at Jay’s remark that goes unheard. 

Your mind is blank, a single thought floating around inside.

Flower crowns look good on him. 

[only-siren]

Of Wind and Earth Part 2

Chased

Cole x Reader

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"Who are you?" Cole asked.

He started to get up, but as he did, y/n began to back away.

"W-wait! No, I'm not gonna hurt you," Cole started, but he was quickly interrupted by his friends who had now found their way down the cliff.

Y/n stopped moving and watched them curiously. 

"Thank the first spinjitzu master!" Wu exclaimed.

"Cole, are you okay?" Lloyd asked, putting his hand on Cole's shoulder.

Cole didn't answer. His gaze stayed on y/n. The ninja all looked to see what he was staring at. 

All of the mysterious girl's features matched up with the features Zane and P.I.X.A.L. had previously described. 

H/l, h/c hair? 

Check. 

E/c eyes? 

Check. 

S/c skin? 

Check.

It all matched up.

Jay was the first to speak.

"Holy Morro's ghost! You're the master of wind!" He exclaimed.

Once again, y/n started to slowly back away. These people seemed different from the ones who had chased her before. They didn't seem like hunters at all. They were...different, but what if that's what they wanted her to think. Was all of this a trap?  A calm voice broke y/n from her thoughts.

"It's okay…" Cole said softly. "We're not here to hurt you."

"Yeah, we're here to help," Lloyd stated, now analyzing the timid girl in front of them.

She wore a simple dark purple T-shirt that was tucked into her black leggings. On her feet, she wore a pair of lace-up brown boots, and to top it all off, she wore a black cape with little golden designs embroidered into it.

Y/n stood there in silence. She wasn't sure whether or not she could trust these people. That was until she saw the boy that she had just saved used elemental powers to force a small mound of rocks to come up out of the earth. Elemental powers... they were just like her.

Cole walked up to y/n.

"I'm Cole. What's your name?" He asked with a smile.

"Y/n," she answered quietly.

"A beautiful name," Master Wu complimented. "It's nice to finally meet you. I am Sensei Wu. We have come to save you from the hunters."

"You'll be safe with us. If those hunters even try to attack you, they won't know what hit 'em," Kai said with a smirk. "Anyways, I'm Kai, master of fire, and the hottest ninja ever."

"Keep dreaming, brother," Nya sighed and shook her head. "I'm Nya, master of water."

"And I'm Lloyd, master of power," Lloyd said. "And that guy over there is Jay, master of lightning."

"More like: master of obvious remarks," Kai commented.

"Excuse me, Master of Hair Gel, but I-"

"This is no way to act around our new friend," Zane said, cutting Jay off. "She's scared and untrusting enough as it is."

Zane then turned to y/n.

"Hello, I am Zane, the master of ice, and this is P.I.X.A.L. my significant other."

"Oo! And Cole is master of earth!" Jay exclaimed.

Everyone looked at Jay.

"What?" Jay asked. "No one had mentioned that yet."

Kai facepalmed.

"I think she got that from his display, Captain Obvious," he stated.

Y/n giggled a little. This certainly wasn't what she expected. She thought she'd be chased halfway across the forest by now and have to find a new hiding spot, but here was a group of elemental masters that wanted to save her. They were strangely dressed, but she was thankful nonetheless. 

"Please, head back to Shintaro with us. The sooner we get back, the safer you will be," Master Wu said.

"It's a long journey to reach Shintaro from here if we travel on foot," Y/n said. "If I'm seen with you it will put you all in danger as well. The hunters are treacherous and will stop at nothing to get their bounty."

"Like I said, we're ninja! They'll never know what hit 'em," Kai reiterated proudly.

"And we won't have to walk far," Nya added. "Our ship, the Destiny's Bounty, isn't too far from here."

"A ship?" Y/n asked, clearly confused. "How did you get a ship into the forest? I didn't think there were any rivers around here big enough to transport a ship."

"Eh, it's a flying ship," Cole explained. 

"Ships can fly?" Y/n questioned.

"I think you've been in this forest way too long," Kai said.

"Please, tell me you at least know what video games are," Jay said worriedly. 

"Yes, I know what video games are," Y/n giggled. "I haven't been away from society for that long."

Jay sighed in relief.

"If you don't mind me asking, you've only been here three years correct? Why is it that you don't recognize us?" Zane questioned. 

"Yeah, we've been saving Ninjago for far longer than that and have made our fair share of stops in Jamanakai Village with the Bounty," Kai said. 

Y/n cringed at that word. Bounty… the thing that made the hunters endlessly try to hunt her down.

"He means our ship," Cole stated as if reading her mind. "Not the bounty you're thinking of."

Y/n gave him a small smile. 

"Perhaps, we should start moving before y/n gives us her explanation," P.I.X.A.L. said. "I'd prefer to get back to Shintaro before nightfall."

"A wise idea," Wu replied. "Come along, we have quite a bit of a walk before we reach the Bounty."

All the ninja followed Master Wu as he made his way back up the cliff.

Y/n was hesitant to follow. Could she really trust them? They could have captured her by now, but they haven't. They wouldn't hurt her right?

Cole noticed that y/n wasn't following them. He went back to her and gazed into her deep, e/c eyes.

"Well, y/n, are you in or out?" he asked, now holding out his hand.

Y/n thought for another moment more.

"I'm in," she replied.

She took Cole's hand, and they made their way up the cliff together.

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"Ugh… we've been walking forever!" Jay complained. "Are you sure we're going the right way?"

"I am 98.5% certain that this is the correct way back," P.I.X.A.L. replied.

"Since we haven't made it there yet, Y/n, you never answered Zane's question," Kai said.

Y/n sighed.

"Are you sure you want to hear my answer?" she asked. "It's not exactly an exciting explanation."

"Beats walking in the middle of nowhere in silence," Cole said.

"Well… I grew as what you might call… a sheltered child," y/n began. "My mom was a loving, caring person who only ever wanted the best for me and my sisters. She wanted to protect us from things of the outside world… the dangers happening around us. The news was never on, and no one ever read the newspaper, so my siblings and I knew little of anything going on outside. I didn't have many friends, so I had no reason to be out. Sure, we might have heard bits and pieces of things going on but thought nothing of them. We were taught to be content in our home and not to be involved in the outside world."

"So you didn't know who we were because you were so sheltered?" Kai asked.

"Pretty much, yeah," y/n said with a sigh.

"Sounds kind of nice, actually, not having to worry about all of Ninjago's problems," Jay commented. "What happened?"

"My mother always thought that all the danger was outside of our home," y/n said. "Little did she know that the real danger was me."

"How so?" Zane asked.

"As I said, I never really went out," y/n continued. "Until one day, I had a fight with my sister so I decided to take a walk to clear my head. On my way back to my house, I saw a teenage boy beating up another boy in an alleyway. I could have just walked away. I could have done nothing. I could have listened to my mother and not gotten involved, but… the boy being beaten up looked at me… his eyes pleading for help. It was at that moment that I realized that I was tired of being complacent. I wanted to help. I wanted to be free. Everything that happened after that was a blur. There was a bright light and a large gust of wind. The next thing I knew the bully was lying on the ground, and the other boy looked at me with fear in his eyes."

"So, you reached your true potential when you realized being complacent was only holding you back," Sensei Wu stated.

Y/n nodded.

"After the whole ordeal went down, I started to train myself to use the elemental gift I had been given. I could only control small gusts of wind at first, but it was so… freeing. Unbeknownst to me, both boys had spread rumors about my connection to the wind. I found out the day a mob of angry people came to our door. They had heard of what went down at Styx with my Uncle Morro. The villagers were afraid that I would only bring destruction and chaos and-"

"Hold up, hold up, wait a minute," Jay interrupted. "Did you say UNCLE Morro?"

"Yes," y/n said. "He and my mom were brother and sister. They were both orphans on the streets until Master Wu took Morro in. He would sneak out to bring food to my mother until she was old enough to get a job. One day, he just disappeared. My mom was heartbroken, and now refuses to even speak of him. He was gone before I was even born so I never got to meet him."

"So, you're Morro's niece?" Kai asked. "Wow, I did not see that one coming."

"Everyone quiet down," Zane said suddenly. "I sense that we are not alone."

Everyone was quiet for a moment. They looked around them to see if they could spot anyone.

"I don't hear anything-" Kai was quickly cut off by an arrow that zipped past his head.

"Okay, that was definitely something! Run!"

"Get them!" A voice cried out. "Do what you will with the others, but keep the girl alive. That bounty will be mine."

"Hurry! The Bounty is not far from here!" P.I.X.A.L. shouted.

The ninja and y/n ran as fast as they could.

"Uh, guys, they're gaining on us!" Kai panicked. 

"Well then, it's time we do something about it," Cole said.

He turned around and started running towards the group of hunters chasing them. He jumped and then hit the ground which caused multiple large stones to rise out of the earth that now blocked the hunters from getting past.

Y/n stood in shock for a moment. She'd done some pretty cool things with her elemental powers in the past, but nothing like that.

Cole ran back to her.

"Hurry, that won't hold them for long," he said.

Y/n nodded, and they both started running again to catch up with the others.

"There's the bounty!" Jay yelled excitedly. 

"And there's the hunters!" Kai shouted.

The ninja and y/n quickly scurried onto the Bounty.

"Start her up, P.I.X." Lloyd said.

The Bounty lifted off of the ground. Y/n seemed a little scared about the idea of a boat flying so Lloyd gave her a friendly smile and said, "Don't worry! We fly all the time. It's perfectly safe."

Just then the Bounty started to falter.

"You just had to jinx it!" Jay screamed.

"What happened?" Lloyd asked.

"Why do people always feel the need to take out the thrusters?!" Nya grumbled.

"It's only one. Can't we fly without it?"

"Not if you want to escape quickly. They could shoot the other thruster at any moment."

"The best course of action would be to land," Zane said. "The Bounty isn't stable."

"But we have to escape!" Cole said.

"Just land and hand me over to them," y/n spoke up. "You all shouldn't get hurt for my sake."

"No, that's out of the question," Cole replied firmly. "We told you we would get you out of this mess and that's exactly what we're gonna do."

"But how?" Jay asked.

It was too late for anyone to respond. The hunters shot the other thruster and Destiny's Bounty immediately started plummeting to the ground.

"Why does this always happen to us!?" Jay screamed.

"Y/n can you do something?" Kai asked hurriedly.

"I… I could barely keep Cole in the air for more than a few seconds, and you're asking me to lift a heavy ship!?" Y/n questioned, quite freak out about her current situation.

"Please, at least try, y/n; you may be our only hope," Wu said.

They were close to the ground now. Y/n thought for a second. Either she could try and they all could live, or they would crash and possibly all die.

 Y/n knew what she had to do. She made her way to a railing near the edge of the Bounty to keep her as grounded as possible. Then she closed her eyes and focused. She had to do this. They had risked so much for her already, and it would be all for nothing if they all died here.  But what if she couldn't. What if she… No. She would save them. All of them.

Out of nowhere, there was a large gust of wind and the bounty was still. Y/n was afraid to open her eyes. Had she done it?

"Woah…" Kai said.

"We're alive!" Jay exclaimed.

"You can open your eyes, y/n," Cole said.

Y/n did so, but she was surprised to see what she had done. She had meant to only slow their fall, but she had somehow kept them in the air. How had she done this?

"How long will you be able to hold us up," Lloyd asked.

"I'm not sure," was y/n's response.

"We aren't far from the palace," Zane stated. "Do you think you will be able to keep us like this until then?"

"I can try," y/n said.

"To Princess Vania then?" Lloyd asked.

"Yes, to Princess Vania," Wu replied with a smile.

All the ninja cheered. They had survived! 

Cole gave y/n a smile.

"I knew you could do it."

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A/n: I can't believe how many of you actually read the first part of this fic! What's more surprising to me is that people actually liked it. Thank you so much! Hope you enjoyed this second part! I know it may not be as good as the first, but I thought having y/n's backstory early on would be better so I don't have to worry about it later. Be ready for some Vania and Cole drama in the next one. Until next time!!!<3