•The World Isn't Ending• (Cole x Reader)

guilty feet have got no rhythm•༄

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hey babes! welcome to my Cole x Reader, in this story you are Y/n Ninjago's one and only wind ninja, so enjoy! love ya <3
Song in title- Careless Whispers
by George Michael
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"They got the first one, but there are three more, and we just need one to stop Pythor. They have a map, and we don't, so the question remains: how are we gonna find them first?" Nya asked, her voice filled with determination.

"I still can't get over the fact that you were the mysterious Samurai. Is anyone else blown away like I am?" Jay chuckled slightly, breaking the tension.

"We're over that. Can we move on?" Kai challenged, clearly impatient.

"Someone's a little hot under the collar," Jay muttered under his breath, earning a raised eyebrow from Kai.

"It appears his impatience is because he has not found inner peace and unlocked his full potential like you and I have, Jay," Zane acknowledged calmly.

"Great observation, Mr. Roboto, but Cole and Y/n haven't found it either," Kai educated, gesturing towards us.

"I got it!" Cole suddenly cried out, jumping up next to me with newfound excitement.

"You've unlocked it? Oh, why am I the only one!?" Kai freaked out, his frustration evident.

"You really need to calm down, it's not a big deal," I retorted, trying to ease the tension.

"No, I figured out where I recognized the Fangblade from. I have a picture of it," Cole explained, rushing out of the room to retrieve the photo.

A few moments later, Cole returned, holding up the picture proudly. "I got it!" he announced, showing us the Fangblade depicted on the cup.

"That's it!" Jay exclaimed happily, recognizing the distinctive design.

"Back where I grew up, there's this pretty big competition where every year the winner gets the Blade Cup. My dad's won it multiple times," Cole explained, his voice filled with a mix of pride and nostalgia.

"I didn't know your father was into sports?" I inquired, genuinely curious.

"Oh, h-he's a, uh...a blacksmith," Cole stuttered, his discomfort evident.

"Nothing wrong with that. My father was a blacksmith, too. But I've never heard of a competition—" Kai began, but was cut off by Cole.

"That's because he's not just any blacksmith. He's a... Royal Blacksmith," Cole continued, flipping through his album to show us a picture of his father.

Laughter erupted among us as we took in the unexpected revelation. "That's your dad?" Jay questioned, his amusement evident.Cole rolled his eyes not enjoying our laughter. Noticing the tension I quickly shifted the conversation. "But how did the Fangblade become a trophy?" I asked, intrigued by the connection.

"Well, supposedly, the Blade Cup was made by this guy who collected priceless artifacts. His name was something like, uh, Dutch...no, Clutch. Clutch Powers! Anyway, it gets passed on to each year's winner," Cole summed up, his storytelling skills improving with each word.

"Who has it now?" Zane interjected with a pointed question.

"I don't know. I haven't talked to my father in years," Cole clarified, his expression turning more serious.

"Well then, we'll call him up," I suggested optimistically.

"You can't! He thinks I'm in Ninjago City training at the Marty Oppenheimer School of Performing Arts. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps. But when I couldn't sing or dance, well I...I ran away. When he sees I can't dance, he'll know I've been lying in all the letters I've been sending him," Cole confessed, his voice tinged with regret and vulnerability.