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V E L O C I T Y || Teaser

At the outskirts of Ninjago City, lies a town by the name of Akumanosu, forgotten by time. There, all forms of illegal activity seems to occure, ranging from burglary, to street racing, to drugs and trafficking. The mayor had demanded it to be closed off from the city, fearful that the evil it harbors will seep into the city, but unbeknownst to him, it already had.

There were very few rules in that land, but one stood out from the rest, unspoken and known by everyone. Is that you may never leave, at least, not alive.

But what happens when you do leave? Gathering enough money from street racing and escaping hell on earth.

Would you finally be able to leave your old life behind and live one of peace? Or would it catch up to you, dragging you back? It wouldn't be fun if the answer was right in front of you.

Especially because the Fates harbor a different plan for you, a prophecy intertwining your life with a group of Ninjas.

"All I wanted was a chance for a normal life! Apparently, that's too much to fucking ask"

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"And you are?"

"Y/N"

"Well, I'm Brookstone, Cole Brookstone"

"Are you seriously qouting James Bond?"

"Maybe, did you find it funny?"

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"I'm so tired of looking over my shoulder my whole life, I just want a normal life, one where I don't have to worry about being stabbed in the back"

"You don't have to do that anymore, I'll protect you, no matter what. I promise"

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"You think its easy trusting others?! It took me years to build up these walls Cole, walls that helped me survive this fucked up universe, they're not just going to come down overnight just because you asked."

"Relationships are supposed to be built on trust Y/N! And you don't trust me, you actively hide things from everyone, from me!"

"You dont get it, you never will."

"Try me, I love you Y/N and I want to help"

"No, cole. You don't love me. You view me as a fucked up damsel in distress in need of saving, you love the idea of fixing me. But you don't love me, if you did. We wouldn't be in this situation"

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"Y/N, please, please, stay with me Doll, fuck you're bleeding so much. look at me, don't close your eyes, keep your pretty eyes on me, gorgeous. I can't lose you. Anyone but you. I promised. I promised-!"

"..."

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A/N: Everyone say thank you to @crackedpumpkin for inspiring me to start writing this (ily). Literally read their stuff its so 💖💖🩷💖🩷🫶🏼🫶🏼.

I'm excited to share this idea with everyone, but I wanted to give out a small warning that it may not be the best considering that the last time I wrote anything I was in highschool (for context, I'm a 3rd year college student now). So please be nice, I'm open to constructive criticism as long as it's respectful. The first chapter will (hopefully) be out soon. I hope you guys enjoy it. I don't want the A/N to be any longer, so imma end it here, enjoy the story, and have fun!! 🫶🏼

V E L O C I T Y || PART 1

A/N: WOOP WOOP, finally part 1 is DONE, I've been writing it for so long now lmao. Anyway, I, once again, ask everyone to go and thank @crackedpumpkin for giving me the courage to write this (and also go read their fics, it's literally a masterpiece like 💖). There might be errors as I haven't proof read this yet, so if you find anything lmk please !! Enjoy!! (Also it's 2 am here, and I got a lecture in the morning, so I'm genuinely warning yall, there might be some odd mistakes)

TAGLIST: N/A

The smoke hangs thick in the air, twisting and billowing like ghostly tendrils as it mingles with the sharp tang of burnt rubber and the pungent scent of gasoline. From the haze, You watch as the familiar wave of energy flows all around you and the people present. Gray mist, speckled with red, similar to the mist after a night of rain in your street, the red from the lights illuminating the road. You feel a smile threatening to form as you absorb this energy.

You nearly jump in surprise when a familiar voice speaks through the earpiece you're wearing—a reminder of why I'm here in the first place. "These damn kids and their cars," the voice says, frustration evident. "Can't tell a damn difference between a wrench and a screwdriver even if it slapped them on the face", You let out a breath of amusement from your nose at the complaints . You slowly turn the steering wheel, guiding the car to it's dedicated position for the race. "Behave now D, that's not why we're here. You got eyes on me?"

The atmosphere is electric, charged with anticipation and excitement, sending a shiver down your spine as you drive into the dimly lit space. Around you, the cavernous expanse is alive with activity. Sleek, customized vehicles gleam under the low lighting, their polished surfaces catching the colorful splashes of graffiti art that adorn the walls.

"You know I do, I even got the cameras set up on the track and possible escape routes."

The crowd buzzes with energy, a lively mix of spectators and racers moving in a chaotic dance. Mechanics hustle around, their tools clinking and clanking as they tinker with engines, striving for that perfect performance. Drivers, their faces set in determined expressions, huddle in small groups, discussing tactics and strategies in hushed tones. Onlookers lean against the walls, their eyes wide with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the start of the races.

You watch them all from the safety of your car, the music and shouts muffled by the glass. You recognise a few of the people around, your nerves now on edge. You start to speak, your voice lowered to a whisper, following the group with careful eyes. "They're here"

A crash sounds from the earpiece, followed by a string of curse words. "Wait really? Fuck, you really hit the nail on the head with that one. How many can you see? Ah wait never mind, I got eyes on 'em. Damn that's a lot of screens to look at-"

You tune him out, deciding to focus on the group ahead instead, counting the members. 1, 2, 3. An annoyed sigh escapes past your lip as you rest your head on the steering wheel, muttering a curse. "Three, I was counting on at least four to get enough cash.."

The sound of laughter grabs your attention, slowly lifting your head as your eyes narrow at the sound. "Well about that, you don't need to have more than one person against you in that race.."

You immediately grab your phone, looking at your bank account and checking the balance. You choke on air once you see the number, sitting up straight and nearly hitting your head on the car roof. "Daisuke what the hell did you do! This better not be Amelie's college funds or I swear-"

Another laugh, interrupts your rant, this one louder than the last, your eyes going to glare right at one of the camera's set in the location. "Relax, this isn't my kid's college fund.. it's some of my retirement money my wife and I saved up back when she was alive. It's no use to me right now, so I thought it would help."

You could feel your heart drop, the anger in your eyes quickly replaced by one of guilt. "Daisuke I ca-" You start, closing your mouth as he interrupts you once more. "Don't even try to send it back Y/N, you went through hell for Amelie and I, this is just how I'm saying thank you. Now focus, you need to kick ass and bring the winning money back home!"

A pained laugh leaves you because of his words, bringing your hand up to rub your nose as you sniff. You could feel the tears threatening to fall, but you gather yourself together before you start breaking down.

You step out of the car, reaching for the duffle bag next to you before you do, and start heading to the middle of the room.

Every sound, every sight, adds to the cacophony of excitement that fills the air, creating a palpable tension that crackles like electricity. It's a world unto itself, this underground car meet, where the rules are few and the stakes are high. You get caught up in the whirlwind of activity, feeling the pulse of adrenaline coursing through my veins. You can feel it, all of it —the energy, the anticipation—it's all here, waiting to be unleashed. Your eyes flicker to the metal bracelet on your wrist that had started beeping, a number flashing on it.

17%

A confident smile now on your face, the night is only just beginning. Oh how fun this is going to be.

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The duffle bag hits the table with a loud thud, silencing the group of people in the area as their attention shifts to you. But you keep your eyes on one man, the gray mist around him thicker than the others around him.

Kaji.

He tilts his head to the side, his smile growing once he sets his eyes on you as he adjusts his stance, leaning on the hood of his car. His grey eyes holds your E/C ones. He tilts his head back for a moment, chuckling. "Well then, look who we have here, the Red Devil has finally graced us with her presence. Come to race against me then?"

An annoyed huff leaves you, crossing your arms over your chest as you glare at the man, raising one brow. He stares back, grinning, a golden tooth glistening under the neon lights. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of the tooth, how can you not? You were the reason he had to get it done in the first place.

"I was planning to, unless you give me the money that I'm going to win anyway, would make this whole ordeal go so much faster" You state, shrugging your shoulders as you hear some people laugh. Kaji growls, standing up and going to the table standing between you two, opening the duffle bag and peering inside. He looks back at you, the scowl quickly replaced by his infamous grin. "That's a lot of money, are you confident you'll win?"

"That damn bastad, why I outta-"

You ignore Daisuke's words, keeping your attention on Kaji as he waves two fingers to the other two goons with him, they bring in three duffle bags, placing them next to the one placed earlier. You glance at them, unfolding your arms from over your chest and reaching to the duffle bags. You open the first and quickly check the cash placed inside to make sure none were fake, repeating the same process with the other bag.

You nod, stepping back as you watch someone (who you assumed would be this race's starter) shove the duffle bags into a locked box, placing the key on a chain around their neck. You turn around and begin heading back to your car, raising both hands as you yell over the crowd who began to gather around the both of you.

"Be at the track in 10, I got more important places to be at later, and I'd hate to be late because of you"

The bracelet beeps once more. Your focus shifts to it.

32%

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"You sure you want to do this Y/N?"

You snap out of your thoughts once you hear Daisuke's voice from your earpiece, nodding your head for a moment and letting out an affirmative hum. You could hear the sigh from the ear piece, and you can just imagine him in your head shaking his head and rubbing his temple.

"Just stay safe out there would ya? God knows none of us needs anymore loss"

A grin forms on your face, a soft laugh as you nod once more. "You got it captain" You look ahead as the cars pull up next to yours, people starting to gather around the track and the screens mounted on the wal starts to broadcast the race.

Your heart hammers against your chest, causing your breath to come out staggering. This was it, the moment you and Daisuke have been planning for the past year. You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before opening them again, your hands on the driving wheel as you stare right ahead.

You have to win.

Losing was not an option.

A quick glance to the metal bracelet on your wrist, checking the number.

45%

"Ready!"

The starter started counting down, the sound of engines rumbling, adding onto the excitement that filled the air. You could see the red specks in the mist growing, showing that what happens after would be utter and pure chaos. That was exactly what you needed.

"Set!"

Beside you, Kaji, revved his engine, glaring at you from his car. You roll your eyes, any other time you'd have given him the middle finger, but right now you needed to focus.

"Go!"

Kaji shot forward like a bullet, his car a sleek silhouette cutting through the darkness. The gleam of determination in his eyes was unmistakable, a silent promise of fierce competition to come. You weren't far behind, both your engines growling with power as you both jostled for the first position in the opening moments of the race.

Behind you, two other competitors fought tooth and nail for their place in the pack, their cars weaving and swerving in a frantic dance of speed and skill. The air crackled with tension as the four of you raced, Kaji at the lead, you second, and the kther twi battling it out for third.

You let out a curse, glancing at the rearview mirror as you watch the others separate from behind you. You look at the side-view mirrors, seeing them going to either side of you.

"Watch out, 3 o'clock. He's speeding up, seems like he's gonna try and crash into you."

"Gotcha"

You look to your right, and sure enough, hes speeding your way, eyes on your vehicle as he tries to have you crash into the other one on your left. His eyes meet yours, and you couldnt help the smile on your face as you move your hand, raising the middle finger to him. You see the anger in his eyes as he swerves to your direction, and you quickly hit the brakes, your car slowing down and creating space between you and him faster than he could react. You watch as he barely misses your car, a fleeting moment of eye contact before he crashes into the other car.

A laugh escapes your lips as your foot quickly went back to the gas pedal, your car revving back up to life and going to catch up with Kaji.

Two down, one to go.

"Holy FUCK-! Y/N are you okay?"

"Just perfect! Cant say the same for the other two though" You snicker, glancing at your rear-view mirror to look at the crash site, the two guys getting out of their busted cars and telling at each other. "What's the power at??" You ask, turning your attention back to the road ahead, taking a sharp right and finally Kaji's car is back into your line of sight.

"75% and counting, did you purposely make them crash to suck the energy?”

You didn't answer, so he took your silence as confirmation.

As you hurtled down the straightaway, the neon lights of the underground tunnel flashed by in a blur of color, casting strange shadows upon the sleek surfaces of the racing machines. The pounding of your heart echoed in your ears, a steady rhythm that drove you forward, pushing you to new heights of speed.

"Two laps left"

A curse leaves your lips, your eyes glancing at your bracelet as you watched the number slowly increases. The space between you and Kaji was so small, yet to you it was almost oceans apart. Your teeth grits together as you think, shaking your head after a moment.

"D, What's the nearest shortcut to the front?"

The man at the other end sighs, you can hear him move around from his desk and the sound of him pressing buttons on his keyboard. "Take a left in a minute, you'll be in the market area, after 5 minutes with the speed you're at take a right, you should be ahead of Kaji by then."

You nod, quickly turning the steering wheel as the sound of the tires skidding reaches your ears, you can imagine the confusion on Kaji's face as he watches you disappear from behind him, the thought making you laugh a bit as you continue to drive.

Daisuke was right, you found yourself driving near the marketplace, swerving left and right through trucks and wagons filled with food. You glance at the clock, 2 minutes before the turn.

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Kaji looks at the rear-view mirror slowing down as he sees you disappear. He looks around him, trying to find any signs you were going to appear but...nothing. He started laughing, pressing harder on the gas pedal, he could feel it, the sweet taste of victory, his victory against the infamous Red Devil.

The finish line was close, it was right there. He couldn't believe it, not only did he just guarantee a win, but he had won thousands from this race alone. He started cheering, hitting the car horn as people started to circle around the finish line.

But just then, he could see something coming out of an alleyway from the corner of his eyes, causing him to swerve as he saw the familiar grey car appear from the shadows. "What the fuck! Where did she come from!?"

You grin at him, giving him a quick salute as you turn the car, you had just stolen first place from him! You laugh, your head thrown back. Kaji never thought he could despise you more than he already did, but clearly he was wrong.

You glance at your bracelet, seeing the familiar number beeping, 100%. "Let's fucking go"

You look at your hands, watching as the energy mist you had been absorbing starts to leave you, your veins glowing gray and some sparks of red. The energy transfers from your arms to your car, you close your eyes, the familiar feeling of your element around you. Pure chaos.

You open your eyes, glancing at your reflection in the mirror, and sure enough, the familiar waves of energy come out of you like waves of an ocean during a storm, feeding more power to your car as it increases in speed.

This was one of the very few perks of being able to control the element of chaos. And arguably, your only favorite.

Cracks had started to form on the ground beneath the car, but it didnt matter, the finish line was right there. And with one final burst of power from you, your car reaches almost unnatural speed, finishing the final lap in a matter of seconds.

You drift your car, shutting your eyes tight as you press on the brakes to get it to stop before hitting the forming crowd, the sound of your wheels screeching against the road before it halts. There was a moment of silence, the only thing you can hear was your heartbeat. Then loud cheers erupt from around you, people running up to your car and shouting your title.

"Holy fucking shit we actually did it. WE WON! Y/N YOURE GETTING OUT OF HERE-"

You flinch at the screaming in your ear, your hand reaching up and muting the earpiece as your eyes looks for the man holding your prize money. You step out of the car, taking deep breaths as you try to ignore the hundreds of eyes on you.

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you jump in surprise, quickly turning and seeing who it was. You visibly relax, seeing the man carrying the three duffle bags and handing it to you.

"Good race there Red, I have to ask though, why did you take that shortcut? It could have cost you the race" He asks, watching you as you throw the duffle bags into the backseat. You shrug, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes.

"I got lucky... Now, if you'll excuse me, i need to be somewhere"

You get back into your car, the crowd parting as you quickly make your way out from the underground parking. You sit in your car in silence as you make your way back to Daisuke's location, every nerve in your body on edge. This was it. You were finally going to leave.

The mechanic shop wasn't that far, so you managed to get there in time. Quickly getting your car into the garage, Daisuke runs up and closes the garage entrance after you. "Holy fuck, we did it, for a second there I thought that was it!" Daisuke yells, running up to you and opening your car door. You step out, handing him your car keys then you grab the duffle bag, setting it on the nearest workbench.

"It's not over yet, I still need to sneak past Kaji's people and reach the city." You remind him, opening the bags as you started to count the money to be able to split them. "Did you get the other car ready? I can't leave with mine. It'll stand out" You ask, glancing at him for a moment before pausing and seeing a familiar set of keys in your face. Your eyes wide and you grin, quickly snatching the keys.

"Daisuke you did not-" The words leave your mouth faster than you can think things through, looking at the otherside of the garage and seeing the car you were meant to take. "You said it would take you months to fix it up!!"

You look at the car, a 1957 Cadillac series 62 painted navy blue. You walk around it, your fingers running over the smooth surface of the car. If it was possible to marry a car, you would have done so already. You pause, realising that he was actually giving you the cat, you look back at Daisuke and you see him smile at you. You move your hand, trying to hand back the keys. "I can't accept this, the money, the car-"

He raises his hand, and you close your mouth, your brows furrowed together in annoyance. He takes a few steps towards you and places his hand on your shoulder, giving you a small smile. "Y/N, you listen to what I say and listen well.."

"I want to give these to you. You've done so much for me and my daughter already, and you still continue to do so when you didn't have to in the first place.” You turn your face away from his gaze, biting the inside of your cheek as you fight away the tears threatening to spill. “Hey, hey look at me-" He gently grabs your chin, turning your face back to him, similar to what he would do with his daughter when he has something important to tell her.

"I'm so grateful for you, Amelie as well. You've come a long way to get to where you are now. Your father would have been proud of the person you became" He states carefully, pulling you into a tight embrace. You wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his shirt as you hold him tight.

"I'll come back for you, all of you, I promise"

He laughs, wrapping his arms around you and patting your hair in a calming manner. "I know you will kid, you're too kind for your own good" he muttered, his voice wavering. You both pull away from each other, looking at each other before you give him a sad smile.

"I'm serious, I'll come back and help you leave, then we'll open up a car repairs shop together and restore beauties like this one" You push, pointing at the cadillac nearby.

Daisuke laughs dryly, shaking his head for a moment before crossing his arms. "Alright alright, I trust you, now you better get going, you need to be out of this goddamn hell hole before sunrise, chop chop!" He urges you back to your new car, opening the door for you and you get in. "I already put your bags in the trunk, Amelie left you some snacks in a lunchbox, but i'm pretty sure it's some form of clay" You laugh at the comment, shaking your head as you think of the little brown haired girl you had grown to love.

"Thank you.. for everything" You state softly, looking at him with a soft smile. Daisuke smiles back, giving you a curt nod as he steps back, opening the garage door once more.

"Don't mention it kid, now go, I'll hide the other car later tonight" You nod, backing out of the garage and into the night, the Cadillac perfectly blending into the darkness of the town.

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A figure watches from afar, his hand going up to run over his beard. Wu watches as the young girl drives away, a heavy sigh leaving him as he turns to leave. He reaches up and runs his hands over his dragon, carefully mounting it as it soars up into the sky.

"She gets stronger everyday, I fear we may not have enough time to prepare”

Cowboy!Cole has been in my head ever since I first laid eyes on him.

Who gave you [Cole] the right to be this gorgeous, I can't even

I got half a mind to write a Saloon girl!Reader × Cowboy!Cole one-shot

I WILL DO IT I WILL IM TELLING YOU

Right after I finish writing part 2 🏃‍♀️

aaa guys I'm so sorry for being missing the past month-ish 😭😭😭 my uni is taking up all of my time + personal things are going down in my life lol.

I've finished planning out the last few parts I just need to actually find the time to write them 😭😭😭

I'm so so sorry for the long wait please forgive me and pray everything goes well for me 😭🙏

oh fear oh god, T-28 days till I'm done with this semester and my finals, then I can actually start writing again.

I got so much I wanna write you guys but I gotta focus on my finals, thank you for your patience 😭🫶🏼

ALSO MANIFEST WITH ME I GET HIGH GRADES PLEASE, I NEED ALL THE HELP I CAN GET

hi everyone!! it's been a while I apologise, shit went down in my personal life and I've been taking time to recover, I've been writing our snippets for part 2 but its taking a little longer, im really sorry everyone :(

hyperpop!reader × indierock!Cole

that's it

that's the post

Qnd what if I re-wrote Velocity using She/Her Pronouns 😭?? It's easier to write, but I already posted the first chapter, eughhhhh

Chef pumpkin giving us good food frfr

Thank you 🙏

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“Tell me again why I need to come down?” You ask, exaggerating a loud sigh of annoyance. 

You can practically hear the way Cole rolls his eyes over the phone. “Zane asked me to call you down since he’s busy. Wouldn’t want to leave him hanging, would you?” 

The call had come before class started, just as you entered and placed your bag down in the empty seat beside you. To your surprise, Cole’s name appears on the phone screen. It’d been a couple days since you had dinner together after losing a bet, so receiving a call from him is lowkey a(n) (unwelcome) surprise. 

Upon picking up, a husky voice greets you with the barest of formalities before practically ordering you to come to the monastery after your lectures. As much as you hate to admit it, you blushed a little at his voice before clearing your throat and firing back a mean remark because c’mon, who said he could use animosity against the sun as an excuse to be rude to you?

“Unfortunately for you guys, I’m not so free as to travel all the way to the other side of Ninjago City on a whim.” Someone moves in the corner of your eyes, turning to see the girl who returned your wallet to you the other day wave sheepishly. 

You move away the bag, allowing her to sit down in the now-empty space. “Hey,” You greet her quietly, pulling the phone away from your ear and covering the mic while ignoring whatever Cole’s saying. 

“Hi,” She whispers back shyly, “It’s me, Holly.” She adds, noticing the quiet struggle you’re having trying to remember her name. Exhaling in relief, you smile sheepishly at her. “Don’t worry about it,” she says softly, turning to take out her materials and prepare for class. 

“You there? Hello?” 

Whoops. He’s annoyed now. 

“Yeah, I’m still here. So at a cafe then? I’ll text you the location. Okay class is starting soon see you bye!” 

“WHAT THE FU-”

You end the call in a hurry, pressing the red button just as Cole’s loud cry of protest starts. 

Placing it on the table, you pull out a notebook from your bag and some stationary before finally turning back to Holly who’d been minding her own business. “Sorry about that.” She tilts her head with a chuckle. 

“It’s fine,” She dismisses it easily. “I’ve heard rumours about this professor though, he always gives loads of group projects. My cousin told me writing a blog is a compulsory assignment.”

Dismay sets in at the thought of having to come up with writing an entire blog by yourself, slumping back in your seat with a loud groan. “Maybe it’s not too late to drop out of the course.” Your muttered words draw an unexpected laugh, taking unbridled joy at seeing Holly dissolve into a fit of giggles. 

“Mood. But hopefully, it won’t be that bad. Maybe we’ll even get partnered up!” The thought of doing the project with someone you at least know cheers you up somewhat, sitting up in your seat with mildly renewed energy. 

The professor enters with prominent dark circles around her eyes, scanning the people in her class before plopping down at her desk with a steaming cup of black coffee in hand and a laptop in the other.

“I’ll get this straight. I have an attendance requirement of 75% - blame the university, not me. As long as you let me finish my lesson, I don’t really care what you do in class as long as it isn’t disruptive. Lastly, there’re extra credit assignments you can take in the course material.”

Just as she finishes speaking, you notice a couple of students open their laptops and put on muted videos of Subway Surfers with their eyes still on the professor. She doesn’t seem to care at all like she’s mentioned earlier, taking a big swig of her coffee before she continues.

“I’m not contactable outside working hours because I have a life, but I’ll get back to you when I can. Additionally,” She pauses, looking around the room with a scrutinising eye. You stare at her blankly, waiting for her to continue. The tip of your pen barely brushes against the thin paper of your notebook, mildly taken aback by how aloof she is.

“Some of your relatives who’ve attended my lessons might’ve told you about my assignments. I’d like to make it clear that I’m changing it up this year. The first project you’ll be doing is starting a business. As long as you demonstrate that you understand the basis and foundation of all the stuff I’m teaching, the business can be about anything.”

The projector flashes for a moment, showing the bright screen of her laptop where she’d already pre-assigned partners beforehand. Your name appears next to Holly’s. Both of you turn to each other with excited grins. 

“Now, who’ll volunteer to be the TA?” 

The utter silence that falls over everyone should’ve been the first warning sign. It’s only after Holly pokes your arm with a pencil that you realise everyone’s looking at you. The professor follows their gazes, patiently waiting for you to respond. 

Just perfect.

Holly’s guilty smile suggests that she wouldn’t have volunteered on your behalf even if you are beginning to be friends. So, you lift your hand begrudgingly with a resigned sigh. “I volunteer as tribute.” 

The professor nods in approval, blinking almost owlishly as a realisation of sorts dawns on her. “Have I told you guys my name yet?”

Maybe it’s not too late to drop out after all.

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Musketeer [ 02:07 PM ]: has sent a location

Musketeer [ 02:07 PM ]: see u at 3

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:07 PM ]: are you srsly expecting us to rush down rn

Musketeer [ 02:08 PM ]: not rn but also dont u have dragons???

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:08 PM ]: yes and

Musketeer [ 02:10 PM ]: wowur so funny hahahhahahahah

Musketeer [ 02:10 PM ]: /sarcastic

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:11 PM ]: remind me why we have to be soulmates again

Musketeer [ 02:11 PM ]: we cld always not be

Cake Enthusiast [ 02:11 PM ]: thats fair

Musketeer [ 02:11 PM ]: anyw see u at 3

It’s been at least a month or so since you both found out you were soulmates, but neither of you had properly acknowledged what to do. After all, it’s awkward any time one of you brings it up even slightly as if it’s a tacit agreement to swerve around the topic. 

Through the banter and snarky remarks, there’s always an underlying question of ‘What are we?’ that haunts your conversations. Even now, you’re running away from it through text. Through text, of all things. Sure, you’re a coward, but you didn’t remember it being this bad.

Are you friends? Acquaintances? Enemies? 

It’s difficult to put a label on it, especially since he hasn’t revealed anything about his feelings towards the whole soulmate thing either. You’ve already made it pretty clear how you feel about it, but it’s almost unnerving how he hasn’t tried to address it either.

The closest label you can slap on the weird relationship between you is probably frenemies? You’re not entirely sure why you’re trying to define what you are even now, but the uncertainty of everything is slowly getting to you. 

It’s ironic how you’d always criticise webtoons and romantic movies for never communicating, yet it’s the exact same thing you’re doing right now. Wow. You truly are pathetic. 

You lift your head at the sound of your name being called. A sudden coldness presses against your cheek, shocking you out of your thoughts as you flinch away from it. Holly greets you with a warm smile, handing you the bubble tea she’s just held against your face.

“You looked kinda out of it. You didn’t even hear me call you.” Aiming the sharp tip of the straw at the cover, you swiftly poke a hole through it and take a long, slow sip. 

“Sorry,” you say through chews, the rubbery texture of the brown sugar pearls giving you something to focus on. “I was thinking about our project.” You can’t have anyone find out about your situation, especially not the students in this school. 

She brightens up at the mention, taking out her phone. “Right! I was thinking about it too! Would you like to meet up another day to brainstorm and sort it out?” She turns the screen around to face you, your name prominently displayed in a new contact.

You enter your number quickly on the screen, pressing call. The phone in your hand vibrates, her own number appearing at the top. “Sorry we can’t do it today, I’ve got an appointment.” 

“That’s okay.” She seems to not mind, shrugging it off easily. “I’ve got something else on too. My mom needs me to stop by the grocery store to buy some stuff for tonight.” She stands up from the seat. “I’ll text you the details and ideas.”

“Sounds good.” You wave her off, watching her leave with a smile. Holly doesn’t seem so bad. She’s nice, and pretty friendly too. The best part is that she’s never once asked you about the ninja either, even after overhearing your phone call this morning.

You pull out your phone and save her number, adding a little smiley face next to her name. It’s been a hectic day, but knowing you’ve got a potential friend in Holly makes it a bit brighter. With a final glance at the door where she exited, you gather your things and head towards the café, feeling a bit more optimistic about your project.

The walk there is about ten minutes according to Google Maps, though navigating through the roads is tricky. Kids on bikes delivering newspapers scare you at almost every turn, barely managing to avoid getting run over if not for their bells acting as a warning signal. 

At least the weather isn’t so bad today, you muse with a smile, enjoying the breeze. If not for the sudden appointment to meet, you would’ve probably gone to the park to find any stray cats or dogs to play with. 

Does he like cats?

Maybe not. He seems like a dog person. But then again, he does have a vibe that would draw cats to him. You could put it to the test perhaps. Damn it. You should’ve set the park as the venue to meet. 

The visual image of you picking him up and shaking him vigorously to use him as a magnet to attract cats and dogs makes you snort in pure amusement, only for your laugh to die down when you turn the corner. 

A jeep is parked right outside a jewellery store, where glass shards litter the sidewalk. The sound of rambunctious laughter fills the air as masked figures shove bags filled with necklaces and bracelets lined with glittering gems into the jeep’s open back. 

Your heart skips a beat, eyes widening at the sight of the chaos. One of the robbers, a hulking figure with a crowbar, leans casually against the shattered glass door, smirking as his companions continue their work.

But it’s not the robbers or the wreckage that makes your blood run cold. Among the masked figures is one that stands out—a familiar lean figure cloaked in dark clothing, a distinctive mask hiding their features. You recognize the thief instantly, the same one who’d caused a fiasco at the museum not too long ago, making off with a priceless artefact right under the noses of everyone. The memory of that night flashes through your mind—the smug glint in their eyes, the familiar gadget on their hand that caused a sinkhole….

You pause. Now that you think about it, if it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t have figured out Cole is your soulmate. So in retrospect, every moment of turmoil you’re facing with the acknowledgement of your fear and cowardice is their fault.

Now, here they are again, caught red-handed in yet another heist. The thief moves with an effortless grace, tossing a heavy bag into the jeep before turning back to the store. Even from this distance, you can sense the arrogance, the thrill they take in outsmarting everyone around them. Your hands clench into fists at your sides, a mix of anger and determination bubbling up.

What are the odds of running into them again? And why here, of all places? Your mind races, torn between the urge to call for help and the reckless impulse to intervene right then and there. 

As you edge closer, careful to avoid stepping on any glass shards and pressing your back to the wall, the thief’s head turns slightly, as if sensing your presence. You freeze, holding your breath, hoping to remain unnoticed.

The thief pauses, glancing around with narrowed eyes, but the robbers' loud banter covers any noise you might have made. Well, that is, until you get so caught up in the moment that you forget your phone isn’t on silent. 

“JUMP UP KICK BACK WHIP AROUND AND SPIN-”

“Motherfucker-” You mutter, scrambling in a panic to silence Cole’s call. Your chest practically collapses from the shaky exhale after, before holding your breath in a sudden wave of panic. 

A quiet crunch echoes through the street, the sound unnaturally loud in the stillness. Slowly, you look up, eyes widening at the sight of the thief standing right outside the store, the other robbers gathered around. 

For a moment, you lock eyes—or at least, you think you do, through the mask. An awkward silence hangs in the air, thick and heavy. Your tongue darts out, licking your suddenly dry lips as you desperately try to find a way to escape from the situation.

“So…A great day for robbery, am I right?” The stuttered laughter that tumbles past your lips twists your insides into a nervous knot. Lifting your hand, you gesture to the group. “Carry on then, as you were.”

Silence continues to plague the next few seconds, already severely regretting even opening your mouth at all as the robbers behind the thief glance at each other with uncertainty. The thief studies you closely, their piercing gaze stopping when they widen their eyes. A spark of recognition flickers in the air, and you swear you see the thief's lips twitch into a smirk beneath the mask. 

The audacity of this bitch-

Just as you decide to drop your stuff and book it, a familiar voice cuts through the air. "Hey! What’s going on here?" You whip around to see Cole rounding the corner, eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene. 

Relief washes over you, knowing you’re not alone, but it’s quickly replaced by a renewed sense of urgency. The robbers have spotted him too, and you can see the tension in their stance from recognising the ninja, readying to fight or flee.

Cole, they’re armed!” you shout, moving to his side. “I think,” you add quickly, correcting yourself. The masked thief’s gaze lingers on you for a second longer, before they turn to the jeep, making a split-second decision.

He shoots you a quick glance, his voice low and steady. “Stay back,” he warns, already moving in front of you. His stance shifts, ready for a fight, his eyes locked on the thieves. “This isn't your lucky day,” he calls out to them, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he sizes up the situation.

“Let’s go!” the thief orders, their voice sharp and commanding through the distortion filter. The robbers scramble, abandoning the last of the loot in their haste to jump into the jeep. Engines roar to life, tyres screeching as the vehicle speeds off into the night, leaving behind the shattered jewellery store and a trail of broken glass.

“Wait, that’s not how it’s supposed to go-” 

“Shut up and go after them!” He yelps, caught off guard by your forceful grab of his wrist, practically dragging him to chase after the car. “Summon your dragon or something! I don’t know,” you say desperately through rapid pants, the jeep getting further away with each passing second. 

“I know what to do!” He retorts with a scoff, making the swift decision to tug you toward him, scooping you up in his arms before doing a front flip. His dragon materialises in an instant, roaring loudly as it flies after the jeep. You blink, the nausea catching up in an instant as you press yourself against his chest, his shirt gripped tightly in your hands.

Slow, deep breaths, you chant to yourself. The moment of weightlessness when he’d suddenly grabbed you was terrifying. It wasn’t the heights or motion that had your stomach churning, but more of the loss of control of your senses in that split moment. 

Either way, the musky bergamot scent on his collar mixed with the weird presence of vanilla icing helps calm your racing heart down. “Are you done sniffing me yet?” Your eyes snap open, shifting into an upright position in an instant as you shove him away. 

Clearing your throat, you focus your gaze on the jeep that’s a few feet ahead. “Can you go any faster?” 

It takes a second for him to respond. “Yeah.” Your clear refusal to turn around and reveal the mortifying shade of red that colours your entire face. You don’t even turn that red when you drink alcohol or exercise. 

“Really though?” 

His sudden question makes you turn, the offended tone in his voice making you momentarily forget about the heavy flush in your cheeks. “You just had to use that song?”

The moment when your phone rang loudly pops back into your mind, grinning widely with all embarrassment long gone at the reminder. “Can you blame me though? It was perfect. I don’t even have to tell who it is when I pick it up.”

“The band made an appreciation song once,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Whatever. What’s got you so worked up about them anyway? I can just let Kai know to take over.” He pauses at your furrowed brows and tightly drawn lips, taking the hint to fall silent and wait for your explanation.

“The one with the mask… They’re the thief I ran into at the museum. The one who stole the scroll and made a hole in the ground.” His eyes widen at your explanation, inhaling sharply through his teeth with a wince. “That’s why we have to catch them. Isn’t that your job, anyway?”

He shoots you a glance, rolling his eyes. “Yes, that is my job. One that I don’t get paid too well for, by the way.” You blink, the corner of your lips turned down into a sceptical frown.

“Don’t you get sponsorships and stuff? Zane told me about how you guys were models for this protein bar.” 

“Don’t even start,” he groans, tilting his head back with an exasperated huff. “I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing the posters.” The dragon swerves to make a hard right, and you almost fall off the saddle if not for his quick reflexes.

“If you wanted to get off, you could’ve just asked,” he states in a sassy manner. You’d love to smack the smug smirk off his face, but at what feels like twenty feet in the air, you're not about to take that risk. Instead, you settle for a grumpy scowl, letting his arm act as your seat belt.

Cole’s dragon swoops lower, bringing you both closer to the ground as the jeep speeds away with the stolen goods. You grip the dragon’s saddle tighter, frustration and determination swirling within you.

“Honestly, it’s like these guys want to get caught,” you mutter under your breath, your eyes locked on the jeep. The thief with the mask is leaning out of the vehicle, seemingly unfazed by the height of the dragon above them.

“They're probably professionals,” Cole replies, his tone light but focused. “But that’s what makes catching them all the more fun.”

“Fun?” you scoff, shooting him a look. “You call this fun?”

He grins, the wind tousling his hair as he manoeuvres the dragon with practised ease. “C’mon, you’ve gotta admit, there’s a thrill to it. Besides, you’re not exactly sitting back and watching.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny the adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Fine, maybe a little,” you admit begrudgingly, though your mind is still on the thief.

As the jeep turns sharply down an alley, Cole’s gaze hardens. “C’mon Rocky,” he urges, the dragon barely acknowledging him with a soft growl. His arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer as it descends. 

Unfortunately, he fails to mention one tiny detail—his plan to dematerialize the dragon upon landing. So, when you both hit the ground and the dragon vanishes, your hands flail, searching desperately for anything to grab onto. Fortunately, his arm is still securely around you.

Well, now it’s more like he’s carrying you by the waist, your legs and arms flailing helplessly in midair. You’re left with an expression of pure, unfiltered defeat as you dangle from his grasp like an oversized sack of potatoes.

“For your information, I’m not enjoying this ninja process.”

He barely acknowledges you with a hum, gently setting you back down onto solid ground. He takes a step back, the earlier warmth of his body heat gone in an instant. You dust yourself off, trying to play off the utter ridiculousness felt from earlier. 

The jeep is heading down the alley toward you both. He readies his stance, eyes narrowed from under his gi (when did he even put on the hood, anyway?). You copy him unsurely, knees bent and arms held up in a defensive stance. “Won’t they run us over?”

He snorts. “They wouldn’t dare. I’m the Earth Ninja! They know better than to do that!”

The jeep doesn’t slow down.

“You might know that,” the loud purring of its engine doesn’t decrease. In fact, it does the exact opposite as it speeds up. “But do they??”

With each millisecond that passes, the confidence in his eyes begins to waver. You take a deep breath, blood rushing through your veins in a roaring symphony. At the very last second, you push him out of the way and crash to the ground, landing squarely on top of him.

As you land on top of him, the thief at the wheel locks eyes with you through the open window. Their smug gaze practically beamed through their mask, even honking a couple times as they stick a gloved hand out the window in a mocking farewell.

Frustration bubbles up inside you, and before you can stop yourself, your fist connects with whatever’s beneath you. Unfortunately, that happens to be Cole’s abdomen. His pained hiss snaps you out of it, and you turn to see his grimace. Deciding not to give him an apology after almost getting the both of you run over, you ignore his outstretched hand in a request for help.

“You said they wouldn’t run us over!!”

He takes a deep breath. “Well,” he starts, looking from you to the jeep, “I was wrong.”

You’ve gotta be kidding me.

He groans as he sits up, the sting of your punch still lingering. “But in my defence, who actually tries to run over a ninja?” He gives you a lopsided grin, though you can sense the irritation bubbling beneath its surface.

You don’t give him a moment to recover. “Them, apparently.” Jittery annoyance fuels your pacing. “Can’t we go after them again? Where’s Rocky?”

“I’d love to, but,” he finally manages to stand. “Someone decided to punch me and leave me winded.”

"Don’t blame me for saving your life," you snap. The adrenaline is still thrumming through your veins, making your hands shake as you shove them into your pockets. "Besides, you’re the one who said they wouldn’t dare."

Cole rolls his eyes, his expression softening when he spots the slightest tremble that you try to hide. "Okay, fair point. But we’ve gotta figure out our next move before they get too far."

You stop pacing, turning to face him. "Right, so where’s Rocky? Or are we gonna jog after them like idiots?"

He glances around the alley, his brow furrowing. "Rocky needs time to recharge after dematerializing, so we’re on foot for now." He catches the look on your face and quickly adds, "But I’ve got an idea. There’s a shortcut through the market district. If we hustle, we might catch up before they get too far."

You let out an exasperated sigh, but you nod, already mentally preparing for the sprint. "Fine, lead the way. But if we end up lost, I’m blaming you."

Cole chuckles, already starting down the alley at a fast jog. "Trust me, you’re gonna love my shortcuts."

As you follow him, the banter between you eases some of the tension. Despite the annoyance simmering beneath the surface, there’s a strange comfort in the rhythm of your bickering. You might not be thrilled about this whole soulmate business, but in moments like this, you can almost see why fate would pair you two together.

Almost.

The roar of the jeep’s engine is familiar to your ears, practically sensing it coming down the last of the twists and turns he’s led you through. “C’mon!” You urge him quickly, sprinting the last few metres to see the jeep turn the corner.

You glare through the windshield at the thief whose eyes widen in pure shock, not having expected you to get there so quickly. Satisfaction makes your heart calm, spotting Cole’s narrowed eyes filled with determination.

He skids to a stop beside you, lifting his arms and slamming them into the ground. The earth rumbles, responding to his will. A crater forms instantly in the jeep’s path. The driver has no time to react, plummeting into it. The jeep flips violently, crashing into the far side. 

A plume of smoke is sent up from the impact, and you begin to approach it before flinching when it explodes right in front of your eyes. Instinctively shielding yourself from the debris, you turn to look at Cole in disbelief.

“That wasn’t me!” He denies vehemently, holding his hands up innocently and shaking his head as the jeep behind you is engulfed in flames. The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline fills the air, onlookers whispering to each other and taking out phones to record the scene.

You take a tentative step forward, sharing a glance with him as you approach the wreckage. You squint through the haze, expecting to see the robbers either unconscious or scrambling to escape.

The embers die down, someone having grabbed a fire extinguisher and extinguished the flames until all that’s left is smoke. But when it clears, you find the jeep completely empty, save for the stolen jewellery scattered in the backseat. The robbers have vanished, leaving behind only the glittering spoils of their heist.

“They’re gone,” you mutter, half in disbelief. Cole steps closer, examining the wreckage with a frown.

“Must’ve bailed right before the crash somehow,” he says, his tone laced with frustration. He turns to you, the remnants of the battle still lingering in his tense posture. “At least we got the jewellery back.”

You nod, though your eyes linger on the destroyed jeep, wondering just how close you were to catching them. The tension in the air slowly dissipates as the reality of the situation sinks in, but the mystery of the robbers’ disappearance only adds to the unease.

The aftermath of it all is pretty straightforward. The jewellery is returned to the store owner, though Cole gives you a stern glare when he catches you discreetly trying to negotiate for a reward. Frowning in defeat, you give up when he threatens to tell Master Wu.

“You’re still a snitch, y’know.” He takes a sip from the bubble tea in his hands. Your bubble tea, in fact. The ice had already melted a long time ago so the drink was already horribly diluted, but he still insisted on finishing it instead of throwing it away.

“Even if I am,” he exhales slowly, his slow strides matching your lazy walking pace. “At least we kind of got a look at them. Maybe Zane can draw a composite sketch. I’ll let Jay know to update the police stations, and for Kai to keep a lookout during his patrol.”

“Teamwork really does make the dream work.” 

“Yeah, I guess we do make a good team.” Your playful grin falters at his response, looking away from him to the buildings opposite. The words held no ulterior hidden meaning, yet the thrumming of your heartbeat distracts you from properly focusing on the conversation.

A moment of hesitation is all he needs to grab your wrist, steps slowing to a halt. Your eyes flit from his hand to his concerned eyes, barely able to breathe. He watches you carefully, lips parting and closing as he tries to organise his thoughts. Finally, he formulates a proper sentence, uttering the exact one you’ve been dreading to hear.

“I think we need to talk. About us.”

Shit.

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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.

— ☆ ̇ ̟ 𝕻𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝕴𝐧 𝕮𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 : 𝙃𝙘𝙨

𝓢𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛..

All was well for Cole until the day he fell off the bounty into the Oni cloud. No one would have survived that fall, not even he should have but the second he woke up and realized no one was going to save him he knew he had to take action himself.

᭥ ★ Cole who found a way out of the oni cloud, barely surviving but in a huge shock. He was angry, not because he fell into the cloud but the fact none of his friends bothered to search for him, assuming he’s dead.

᭥ ★ Cole who decides that if no one is going to back him up like he backs them up, he should just take action and rule over ninjago.

᭥ ★ Villain ! Cole who decides if he wants to rule over Ninjago he has to rule over it with his baby, Irena. She’s the only person he desires the most, the woman who was always by his side since the beginning.

᭥ ★ Villain ! Cole who sneaks into the monastery at night when all of the ninja are asleep and kidnaps his baby. With his baby in his hold, he’s unstoppable.

᭥ ★ Villain ! Cole who doesn’t lock his baby up when he kidnaps her. If she wanted to leave she could , he didn’t want her to hate him just because he locked her up so he let her have free will.

᭥ ★ Villain ! Cole who was delighted when his baby finally woke up. She was confused on where she was until she saw him. Her fiancé who she believed had died. Oh how she missed him dearly she cried.

᭥ ★ Villain ! Cole who tells his baby his plans. His baby was shocked. Scared because that wasn’t like the man she loved but she’d follow him to the ends of the earth.

᭥ ★ Villain ! Cole who starts to cause destruction amongst Ninjago after the oni were defeated and the cloud had subsided. Due to the fact he and his baby are both Ninja they stood out of sight leaving the Ninja with very little clues.

᭥ ★ Villain ! Cole and his baby who set the monastery on fire when the Ninja are away. Causing suffering to the ninja was his goal and it was easier than it seemed.

᭥ ★ Villain ! Cole who declares he’s going to marry his baby on the ashes of the monastery that same day. He just can’t get enough of his baby. Not yet anyways.

᭥ ★ Villain ! Cole and his baby who were in the middle of a kiss when the ninja returned to their home up in flames. The pain in their eyes only made Cole laugh revealing his and his babies identity.

᭥ ★ Villain ! Cole who taunts the ninja at their shocked faces of their assumed dead friend. He was never dead, just unconscious but still it hurt when his friends assumed he was dead and didn’t bother looking for him.

᭥ ★ Villain ! Cole and his baby who run off laughing while the ninja chase them. Adrenaline kicking into their veins after a sudden declaration that they will rule over ninjago.

᭥ ★ Villain ! Cole and his baby who are still on the run from the ninja but now they’re officially married with two little kiddos. They may not be the rulers on Ninjago but no one can stop them when they show up every once and awhile causing chaos with two little babies strapped to their backs.

!!Aster Talks!! Here’s a little note about ninjago works! Unless stated otherwise in the description all my ninjago stories will be xoc! So my oc or my friends, but you can consider this work an xreader. <3

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I love this so much 🖤💖

WTF NINJAGO IMAGINES sign me up (that cole one was v v cute) can you do another cole one? this is v cheesy but maybe the moment he realizes he loves reader?

INCOMPLETE #14

Summary; Cole finally realizes he loves the reader when she’s the one he looks for during an attack.

Warning(s); None that I can think of

It happened very quick. First Cole looked at you as a simple caregiver for baby Wu, the next he wondered- “why am I feeling this?”

When the storm hit the bounty and all thrusters were damaged that sent the bounty hurling towards Earth, Coles first instinct was to look for you and baby Wu. He hadn’t seen either of you for nearly two hours, so his body had went into both defensive and panic mode,

His feet are quick to slide into the room baby Wu was placed for his nap, the rough rocking of the bounty having caused Cole to nearly slam into the wall beside him.

Then he sees you, curled into the corner with baby Wu wailing against your front, head ducked to protect the infant.

Which results to you not seeing the shelf sliding in your direction. Cole is quick to rush forward and slide in front of you, both arms out to catch the shelf, thankful to the elemental gods for his super strength in that moment,

Cole kneels down to get a better grip on the shelf, turning his body so the shelf laid against his back and his eyes could scan your figure and the babies, “You okay?”

You nod, quickly, and flinch at the loud crack of thunder that erupted through the patter of the rain.

“The bounty’s going to crash land,” Cole breathes, rushed as your eyes flick back up to his in terror. At the rough jerk of the ship, you pressed yourself further into the wall, arms tightening around Wus bundled figure,

Cole grunts and shoves the shelf to the other side of the room, moving forward to curl his own arms around you, the sudden impact of the bounty meeting the ground causing you and him to both yell out, Coles body pressing you into the wall enough to know neither you nor Wu would get thrown around.

At the stillness and silence of the ship, you slowly lift your head from where it pressed to Coles chest, Cole leaning back enough to look down at where Wu peered out from your uniform, then up to the ninja of Earth.

Cole exhales, breathlessly, forehead knocking against yours as his eyes shut, then he completely pulls back, standing up with slow movements before helping you to your feet.

“Oh, good!” Nya relieves when you and Cole appear in her vision, Kai taking baby Wu, “You three are okay,”