Never Getting Rid of Me (One-Sided Coletraviolet) (Ninjago Valentine’s Week - Day Two)
Day Two: Crackship / Rareship- Okay I don’t really think I have any so I kind of cheated and did a Coletraviolet crackship because there are moments when I believe she’s obsessed with Cole? Headcanons? She kind of is?
This isn’t my best, it’s the first time I’ve written something like this, but this, like yesterdays oneshot, wouldn’t leave my head (yesterdays was better so if you think this sucks read yesterdays instead haha) but this one is also depressing and about Cole so I’m going to try and make the next few not about Cole, and not depressing! I hope someone can actually enjoy this:)
Warning: unconsented kissing and mentions of unconsented touching (i.e. pulling at hips and running of hands along a body, nothing graphic at all!!). I’m not sure if this needs a warning for that but figured I’d warn anyways!
(sorry if this sucks! Okay. Here I go. I’ll stop ranting about this now)
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When Cole finally managed to find The Bounty after escaping the Sons of Garmadon, all he wanted to do was collapse onto his bed and sleep the past few days away.
He brushed off his teammate’s concerned questions about how he was. If he was okay. If they hurt him. He simply muttered that he was fine.
He brushed off the questions as to why he was holding a child.
He simply handed the child to Nya before telling the group he needed to lay down.
When he was finally away from the hoards of questions, from people, and the bars keeping him contained, he sighed, carefully lowering his sore self onto his bed. First Spinjitzu Master, the last few days had been quite a ride, and a horrible one at that.
Seconds after he closed his eyes, though, he opened them again. All he could see was her face. Her horrible, ugly, heavily powdered face.
He didn’t want to think of Ultra Violet.
He didn’t want to think of the way that she had pulled his hands behind his back and bound them, how she had carelessly thrown him over her shoulder then tied him to the back of the bike, knocking him unconscious as soon as he was secure.
How she had visited him more than once during his stay, her eyes travelling up and down his body, her lips parted as she hurled insults and degrading flirtatious comments his way.
Thinking about her, about the things she had said to him made him sick.
No matter how hard he’d tried to forget, he couldn’t.
He couldn’t forget the day she had entered his cell.
She had stood outside of it, gazing at him with lust and wonder. He had felt nervous. He couldn’t forget how she had said to him, “You’re a beautiful boy, do you know that?” as she began to approach him, how she had held a knife to his throat before forcing venge stone handcuffs around his wrists then pulling him closer by the waist and forcing their mouths together. How after a minute or so she had forced him to his knees and towered over him.
It had been disgusting and demeaning. It hurt when she bit his lip, hurt when he tried to pull away and she responded by digging the knife further into his throat.
He couldn’t forget the feeling of her running her free hand along his body. The feeling of complete and utter helplessness and weakness as she used him.
He felt disgusting.
Cole was sure the lipstick smears were still on his face, sure that the team had seen them. He was grateful none of them had asked him about it.
What was he supposed to tell them? That his first kiss had been from her? That he didn’t want it? That now he never wanted a second because the first had been terrible? How pathetic would that sound?
What haunted him the most, though, were the last words she had said to him before locking his cell door. She had smacked him to the ground, removed the handcuffs, then walked away from him. “I had fun,” she had told him, her eyes glistening with lust and satisfaction.
“Yeah, well I didn’t,” he had snapped, standing up defiantly despite his legs screaming with pain.
She began humming as she pulled the keys from her pocket. “I’ll see you again soon,” she smirked as she shook the keys just out of his grasp.
“Not gonna happen.”
“Oh honey, you are never getting rid of me.”
Those words kept him awake that night, even after he showered and the lipstick washed away, he couldn’t help but fear what she said.
The next day, he told no one still.
Jay and Kai asked him if he were okay once more, told him that he looked sick.
Boy did he feel sick.
But he just brushed them off, telling them that it was nothing. That he was fine.
Then they found a nearly destroyed Zane, and everyone soon forgot about his capture. He was glad.
When the Sons of Garmadon had invaded the ship and had them surrounded, Ultra Violet was the one who first approached him. She was the one who had pried Wu from his hands before handing him off to Killow and grabbing him by the arm, telling the group they had unfinished business.
As she dragged him away, he helplessly locked eyes with Jay. Jay who had made to come after him and help him but was forced back by Mr. E. Cole opened his mouth with the intentions of screaming or telling her to stop, but he was frozen with fear.
She had thrown him into a chair and straddled him before breaking the distance and forcefully shoving her lips onto his. He once more protested, but she hit him, yanked on his hair, and once again he felt helpless.
When he was returned to the team, when he became chained with them, they once more questioned him, asking him if he was okay, what she had wanted.
He just brushed them off, telling them that she had wanted to finish interrogating him. No big deal. He was fine.
Jay asked about the bruise on his cheek, worry embedded in his voice.
He just brushed it off and told him he that he simply didn’t comply, that it was only one little hit.
Besides, the bruise masked the lipstick this time.
He had heard Kai curse Ultra Violet for hurting Cole under his breath, calling her foul names that she deserved. That made him feel a little better.
Days later, he saw her again.
As he pulled at the lever, trying to find a way to save both Lloyd and Misako from being forced to drown, she appeared in front of him.
“Hmm, hello again,” she had mused happily, madly tugging at the lever from the other side.
He grunted, pulling with all his might, though he felt like his strength had been stolen from him at the moment. He felt that way every time he saw her. “Umm, a little help!” he had cried, desperately trying to mask his fear.
She chuckled wildly before leaning over the bar and close to his face and whispering, “I told you you’d never get rid of me.” One of her hands began to move closer and closer… but Kai came just in time, knocked her out of the way and into the line of Nya.
He was able to distract himself with saving Lloyd.
But she had been so close again.
Days later, when he was in the realm of the Oni and Dragon, he thought he would be safe from her.
She was gone, in a completely different realm.
But when he went to bed in what was left of their home that first night, he still saw her face.
He still heard her laugh, could still feel the horrible way her lips had felt against his. His dream forced him to relive his horrible first kiss, relive the moments she teased him, insulted him, she touched him.
When he woke up that morning, he awoke with a gasp.
Even though he was now awake, he could still hear, feel, see. He drew his knees to his chest, covered his ears with his hands to try to keep himself from hearing her voice. “You’re never getting rid of me,” she continuously cackled in his head. He closed his eyes, began to mutter an incoherent mess of words under his breath.
He felt someone grab at his arms, prying his hands from his ears.
He heard the soft, gentle, voice of someone calling his name. The piercing, high-pitched howling faded into nothingness.
He opened his eyes. Blinked.
Zane was kneeling in front of him, his hands firmly and carefully gripping his wrists.
Cole looked him in the eyes, seeking comfort, reality. He could always find refuge in Zane’s soft blue eyes.
He felt himself calming down as he gazed into them. They were familiar, they were the gentle, they were filled with worry.
As he sunk back into reality, he heard Zane ask him if he was okay.
He slowly looked around their camp. Kai, Jay, and Wu were still sleeping, he didn’t wake them up, and that’s what mattered.
He looked back at Zane.
He just brushed him off. “I’m fine.”
