The Captain's Bride | Ninjago Jaya AU [Complete]

How to Crash a Wedding

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Not even gonna lie, I wish I could write so many words that quickly for my original works. But hey, now you get the treat of reading long chapters so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Enjoy!

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For all the faults that palaces had, beds were surely not one of them.

It was like sleeping on a cloud; so comfortable, so soft, so big. She didn't even have to be near him while they slept, finally able to curl up in her own little corner. The covers themselves had dozens of layers, giving her the perfect, warm hug that she so craved.

In her dreams, those blankets were replaced by someone else. She would never admit it to his face, but even the first night that they met, even only through a single note, she dreamed of him.

Granted, back then, he was nothing more than a mere silhouette, the figure her mind made up to take his place for the time being. She didn't remember that first dream as clearly as she would like, but her current one was anything but forgettable.

Ballrooms were always the exception to her hatred of palaces; that time, it was no different.

She imagined the warmth of her duvet to be quite similar to his own; the warmth she would feel pressed up against his body while they danced. He'd smell of grease and salt water, but she wouldn't care, for it was only a sign of hard work. They would talk about their next inventions, their future plans...

And just like that, he would take her hand and kiss it, only for it to lead to another hug. When she smiled in her dream, an equally goofy smile appeared on her sleeping face.

Maybe she was just overthinking.

She hadn't seen someone her age, let alone someone she was attracted to, in so long; even back home, her chances weren't very high. Perhaps it was just the hormones, those 'teenage urges' Flintlocke had talked to her about. But Jay was more than a hormonal urge.

Right?

She groaned when a knocking sound awoke her. She hugged her pillow closer (since when did she hug in her sleep, anyway?), trying to fall back asleep.

But the knocking wouldn't stop.

She threw her pillow away, closing her ears.

It continued.

Finally, she got up with a groan, glaring at the door.

Only, the sound wasn't coming from the door.

"Are you crazy?" she exclaimed as she approached the window. The blue-eyed boy himself was hanging on for dear life by the metal bars, only barely stepping on the faulty brick slightly protruding from the wall.

Luckily, there was no glass pane to muffle his voice. "I mean, I'd say we're on equal levels of crazy."

"Aren't you supposed to be stopping the wedding?"

"Yes. And the first task is to save you while the others try to get in."

She couldn't help but scowl. "I don't need saving from a tower, I need saving from becoming a trophy wife!"

"But no wife, no wedding, right?"

"How did you even get up here?"

His cheeks turned red. "Well, Dogshank offered me a rope, but it kinda fell..."

"So you're stuck here?"

"I..." He gave up. "Yeah..."

She looked around quickly until an idea popped into her mind. "Can you fit in through the bars?"