ninjago one-shots [x reader]

Riptide: Cole

-HAPPY 10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY NINJAGO!

-note: i will make a pt 2 soon

The waves quietly lapped against the edge of the sand, tickling Cole's toes as he made his way across the wet grains. The moon stood high in the sky, shining brightly overhead like a lighthouse. Cole promised to catch up with the others, but he couldn't rip himself away from the calm of the waves.

His heart stilled with the quiet waves, sinking into the wet sand like his feet. A cool breeze passed over his face and it brushed through his windswept hair. If only Ninjago could stay this calm. If only he could be like the ocean, free, never ending.

Cole found himself walking deeper into the ocean and away from the banks. The waves slowly met his ankles, then his knees. It soaked into his rolled up trousers, travelling up until he was waist deep. He didn't worry about being so far out since it was low-tide. And even if he did find himself getting swept out to sea, he still had his powers.

Something softly splashed over to his left. He whipped around, immediately taking a defensive stance. As ineffective as it was, he'd rather be safe than sorry.

Cole eyed the smooth waters. He wondered if it was a shark, or worse, a mystical beast he never heard about. For a few moments, it was quiet, save for the waves, the calm breezes, and Cole's steady breath. "Maybe it was a fish." he whispered to himself with a chuckle. Something brushed his leg and he reared back with a squeal.

"Not a fish not a f--First Spinjitzu Master!"

The first thing Cole saw was a shirt, then a bundle of floating hair and a face hidden among it. He wanted to freak out, but a girl was laying in the sand underwater. Underwater. He plunged under the cool waves, wrapping his arms around the girl's torso and hauling her up. "First Spinjitzu Master... First Spinjitzu Master..." Cole placed a hand on his earpiece.

"Guys! I found a girl in the ocean. She's unconscious and...I don't think she's breathing. Come quick!"

"We're on our way." said Zane. The nindroid's voice was a relief to hear. "We will arrive in five minutes, and as an extra precaution, I have phoned nine-one-one."

"Okay, great, great." As Cole laid the limp girl on the grainy sand, he frantically looked her up and down. Even through the curtain of hair plastered over her forehead, he could tell her face was unnaturally pale. So much, that it could have been a mirror of the bright moon.

It suddenly occurred to Cole that he had to do something. The girl wasn't breathing and she'd die if he didn't do something. "Gyah! I'm not the smart one!" He ran a hand over his face. There was one thing Zane did bother to teach everyone in the group, whether it be for civilian use or themselves. Cole pictured Zane standing by his side.

Place the heel of your palms on the centre of the chest.

Cole placed his hands on the centre of the girl's chest.

Interlock your fingers. Remember to press two inches down.

Cole interlocked his fingers.

I have read somewhere that pressing down to the beat of Stayin' Alive is said to 'do the trick' and make it easier.

And so Cole did just that. "Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Stayin' alive... Stayin' alive..." He wasn't sure if it was working, or even if he was doing it right to begin with. How would pressing two inches down on someone's chest do good? How would this save her from being killed?

Suddenly, she jolted upward, coughing and sputtering out a load of water right into Cole's face. He didn't care though. That meant the water had come out of her lungs, right? The danger had been avoided, at least for now.