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psst. hiii !!! happy to see your recent post on my timeline <33 do whatever you want with this and take your time obviously but could you do yandere headcanons for lego ninjago please ? any character(s), how likely they are to be yanderes, whatever you want to do !!! thank you so much <33 i hope you're having a good day/night !!!

⛅ — oh, no, OH. it's new because I haven't been allowed to choose characters yet, haha.

⛅ — since you've given me a free topic, I decided to dive a little deeper in my minds and write the characters that I see as possible yandere. enjoy!

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YANDERE NINJAGO HEADCANONS/CONCEPT.

— FANDOM: LEGO NINJAGO.

— CHARACTERS: LLOYD GARMADON, JAY WALKER, SONS OF GARMADON (HARUMI, KILLOW, ULTRA VIOLET, MR. E), ACRONIX, MORRO

— ROMANTIC/PLATONIC

— HCS/CONCEPT

— TW: BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, OOC, I TRIED NOT TO LUMP ALL MY IDEAS TOGETHER ANF LEFT ONLY A FEW CHARACTERS, YANDERE BEHAVIOR, OBSESSED BEHAVIOR, VIOLENCE AND DEATH MENTION, KIDNAPPING MENTION, I'M NOT GOOD AT DESCRIBING VIOLENT SCENES

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⛅ — Let's be honest, any characters can be made yandere if you give them a reason why they became like this, so I could probably write about all the plot characters of ninjago, but I have specific characters in mind.

☆ ┈ To begin with, in my opinion, Lloyd could most likely become a yandere towards you because of all the shit that happened to him. If you've known him for a long time, the older he gets, the worse he feeling about your safety.

☆ ┈ It seems to me that he would have become a yandere for you most likely if you had known him for a long time and were friends with him. He doesn't need many reasons to take care of you, but..

☆ ┈ Remembering how many times he lost his friends and his family...

☆ ┈ Lloyd doesn't want to lose you either.

☆ ┈ He will most likely be paranoid about your safety. People around him are either dying or suffering, and he's terrified that something might happen to you, and even more afraid that it might be his fault.

☆ ┈ I honestly don't see Lloyd as a romantic character. Considering his relationship with Harumi, in my vision, he will no longer be drawn to romantic feelings after that and will try to leave your relationship as friendly.

☆ ┈ If you looked after him when he was still a child, it will only strengthen the platonic bond.

☆ ┈ At first, it's just a slow-moving overprotection, Lloyd won't even realize that he's probably overstepping the mark.

☆ ┈ This is mainly due to the fact that he, as a leader, feels the responsibility to make sure that you are safe, and even here his personal attachment to you has weight.

☆ ┈ As I said before, the further we go through the seasons, the worse it gets for him. Ninjago is not a safe place, something terrible can happen to you in any part of it. Damn, something terrible can happen to you if he's not there for you..

☆ ┈ You won't mind if he stays with you a little longer, right? He just want to make sure that you're fine!

☆ ┈ Lloyd won't tell anyone about his feelings. He is afraid that his excessive concern will strain you and therefore prefers to ignore them, which, accordingly, only makes things worse.

☆ ┈ If one of the villains is planning evil against you, it doesn't matter if it's insults, threats or real harm, Lloyd gets furious. He blindly hits and tear everything he sees in an attempt to "protect you" and somehow express his anger inside.

☆ ┈ Probably, when he calms down, the bones of the person who dared to encroach on you will be ground...

☆ ┈ Can he be hurt anyone? Most likely, yes, but in no case will he try to hurt you. On the contrary, even if he accidentally scratches you, he will apologize to you as if he burned down your house. He can't stand the thought of you feeling unwell, he starts feel unwell, and gloomy ideas appear in his thoughts.

☆ ┈ The other ninjas and Wu are safe too. Lloyd values them, and although he still mentally prefers your company to theirs (he's ashamed to admit it), he's not going to hurt them. In any case, he doesn't believe that any of them could negatively affect your relationship with him.

☆ ┈ He will also not feel hostility towards your friends/family or other people you interact, Lloyd, of course, feels attracted to you, but he does not want to limit your communication.

☆ ┈ People who treat you badly or villains? They are usually simply torn apart by the amount of energy from Lloyd's elemental power..

☆ ┈ He's sometimes scared of his own actions, Lloyd doesn't understand his own feelings, and it tense him.

☆ ┈ For me, Lloyd is not some wild type who kills or hurt many people. If he kills anyone, it will be your enemy, and most likely by accident. Lloyd knows what power he has, and he doesn't want to use it for evil, but he can't always control it.

☆ ┈ Lloyd's behavior doesn't change much with you. You are his good friend, who he is very, very like and care about. Sometimes he can be quiet with you at times when he thinks that his feelings may not be completely normal, but he always pretend that he is thinking about something else.

☆ ┈ Lloyd is not that prone to jealousy. He is not someone who will restrict you in any way as long as it does not pose a potential threat. Simply put, he won't be jealous of you unless you start avoiding him and paying more attention to someone else.

☆ ┈ By the way, Lloyd likes to help you with something, especially with your hobbies. In his eyes, this is a great way to spend time together, besides, you definitely won't mind, right? He just wants to hang out with you.

☆ ┈ To sum up, Lloyd is not one of those yandere that you can be afraid of (but only in my concept, haha). He's more unpredictable than dangerous. He can hurt someone, but mostly he doesn't do it on purpose, but rather because of emotions.

☆ ┈ The harm he causes is mostly physical. Lloyd will not use threats, all the pain he brings is his way of dealing with his feelings for you.

☆ ┈ The only thing that can be bad for you is the way he always convinces both himself and you that you need him. It seems to be manipulation, although he doesn't realize it himself, he just sincerely believes that he has to help you.

☆ ┈ He should protect you, he should be the one who will always be there for you, he should be your support in everything...

☆ ┈ Just trust your friend, okay?

— "Oh?..No, no, it's okay! I was just thinking about something..So, where did you want to go? I was planning to take a walk anyway."

☆ ┈ I don't sure why, but Jay always made me think of him as a possible yandere. Perhaps because of his behavior towards Nya? Who knows.

☆ ┈ In my mind, Jay will be a clingy yandere. Very. When it comes to words, he can't show off his skills, so he prefers to show his feelings with actions.

☆ ┈ Jay can be both platonic and romantic yandere, it will depend on his relationship with Nya, but I will try to keep the line between the two.

☆ ┈ Hugs, harmless touches like shaking hands or just putting a hand on shoulder, he lives by it. Hug him and he will cry with happiness, Jay is really hungry for touch when it comes to you.

☆ ┈ There are two states of Jay: in the first, he just acts like a silly guys who loves joke, that is, most of the time, and the second is his paranoid and aggressive side.

☆ ┈ ..Jay didn't think about his feelings for you, at first. You're just a good friend of his, a little less close to him than Cole. If we move through the seasons, then most likely the turning points could be season 3 (Rebooted), season 6 (Skybound) and Season 14 (Seabound).

★ ┈ If someone read my hcs with Jay, you'll probably notice that I mention Skybound a lot, lol. The reason for this is that this is the only season where Jay was shown in more detail, but we're not talking about that right now, but about the fact that this time I have several moments to build on.

☆ ┈ Jay, it seems to me, is easy to push his feelings to become..twisted. Let's start with Rebooted.

☆ ┈ Jay will feel pretty..depressed. His girlfriend fell in love with his best friend. Best friend. Just thinking that Nya likes Cole more than Jay himself makes him feel unpleasant bile, and he doesn't even know who to lean on. It seems that everyone has their own problems, and no one will listen him-

☆ ┈ And then you're decided to intervene.

☆ ┈ You notice how tensed Jay is getting and decide to support him. For him, it's like a ray of sunshine in the abyss of his own feelings. You joke around with him, even if sometimes it's not funny, try to cheer him up with words, even try to brighten up his days with his interests, like, for example, inviting him to go to a movie with Fritz Donnegan.

☆ ┈ Jay will feel awkward at first. You're doing it..For him? Do you really want him to be better off? He'll have doubts about it, but at some point he'll just decide to stop thinking about it and start clinging to you.

☆ ┈ You start to get closer to Jay, and actually, it helps him. He realizes that the strange possessive thoughts are disappearing, and this makes him relieved..You make him feel better.

☆ ┈ He can't remember feeling so alive for a long time. He didn't even seem to feel so good with Nya. And Jay strives for this feeling to last forever..

☆ ┈ After Zane's death, you will be the only one with whom Jay will try to keep in touch. He doesn't want to think about ninjas or anything that reminded him of what happened...But that doesn't mean he's going to give up on you.

☆ ┈Well, we all know exactly what awaits us next. Skybound.

☆ ┈ This will be the blow to Jay that will probably start to ruin your life from now on.

☆ ┈ He spent every day and night in fear. In fear that something might happen to you if he wasn't around. Jay begins to fear that even if he just leaves you alone for a while, something bad will happen to you.

☆ ┈ Nadakhan most likely locked your soul in Djinn Blade not for the sake of power, but simply to torment Jay. And it's going to drive him crazy. Jay's mind can only perceive 3 things at that moment: The safety of Nya, how much he wants to kill Nadakhan, and how he screwed up in order to protect you.

☆ ┈ How did he let this happen?..He had to make sure that you were safe. He failed.. He should have been there for you, just like when you were there for him at the moment when he needed you.

☆ ┈ He won't make that mistake again.

�� ┈ From some moment on, Jay changed. You will be one of those who will be the first to notice the changes. It seems he's still the same funny friend of yours, but..Something is definitely wrong.

☆ ┈ He doesn't seem to want to leave you alone. Wherever you are, wherever you go, he wants to be with you. If you or someone else points this out to him, he'll just pout, saying it's just your imagination.

☆ ┈ Jay is not against the idea of stalking. He's ashamed of doing this, but he can't accept the thought that you're in danger without him. There may always be enemies around you! He's not doing this for some perverted pleasure, he's doing it because he's genuinely worried about your safety.

☆ ┈ Unfortunately, his sincere concern is getting creepy.

☆ ┈ Over time, he stops trusting some of the ninjas. Yes, they're his team, his family, but he can't help but shudder at the thought of you leaving him for someone else.

☆ ┈ His relationship with Nya and Cole is the most difficult. Jay no longer understands whether he feels something for Nya or not, his love faltered the moment he found out that Nya is in love with Cole. He sees her as a friend, as a good person, but not his love.

☆ ┈ There is a similar moment with Cole, he remembers how they were friends, and he continues to pretend that they have reconciled, but in his heart he is afraid and envious. The thought of Cole taking you out of Jay's life drives him insane.

☆ ┈ He will finally lose his normal mindset when Nya merged with the ocean. Now he's lost her, forever. Until that moment, he hadn't realized how much he treasured her..

☆ ┈ He promises that everything will be better with you.

☆ ┈ Because of his reputation in the team, Jay does not arouse any suspicion, but believe me, he is dangerous. He doesn't want to hurt his friends, but he can do it if he gets mad.

☆ ┈ He's always suspicious of others. Who says this person doesn't mean you any harm? Jay will keep an eye on those with whom you communicate, but will try not to limit you just not so be suspicious.

☆ ┈ He won't kill anyone, but he can seriously maim and use threats. In the end, who would believe that a silly, good funny blue ninja could threaten someone's life or stalk his best friend? Pfft, nonsense!

☆ ┈ The bags under his eyes? He had insomnia today. Is there a burnt smell around him? Oh, he just made food badly, he'll wash his uniform tomorrow, don't worry. Are you starting to feel like you're being followed? As soon as he is with you, the mysterious stalker immediately disappears! That's right. It's all right.

☆ ┈ Don't pay attention to his shaking hands and excessive clinginess. You're probably just seeing things. By the way, would you like to tell him how are you doing today?

(by the way, I haven't watched Dragon Rising completely, but it would be a good idea if Jay remembered some moments with you because of his obsession and started chasing you, believing that you are his destiny and you can help him remember about his past)

— "I'm glad you're feeling better..I don't know who the creepy guy who's been stalking you lately is, but it's nice to know that I've pushed them away. Maybe we should go out together more often. Well, you know, in the way if they decided to come back.."

☆ ┈ Now, can we talk about that The Sons of Garmadon literally looks like some kind of cult?

☆ ┈ Now, imagine the same, but the gang members worship not only Lord Garmadon.

☆ ┈ Everything will most likely start if you manage to attract Harumi's attention. She will be the instigator of the obsession with you that she will instill in the hearts of the other members of the Sons of Garmadon.

☆ ┈ I guess the highest chance will be if you are a ninja. It is unlikely that she will be interested in an ordinary person, but she will have a special focus on ninjas. Especially if you've ever been involved in killing the Great Devourer, I don't believe that people didn't see the ninja's attempt to confuse the Great Devourer in any way.

☆ ┈ You've rekindled interest in Harumi, and that's her, to be honest..Annoy.

☆ ┈ It's still your fault that the Great Devourer broke into the city, it's your fault that people died..Still, why can't she hate you? Harumi wants to hate you. She really wants to.

☆ ┈ She tries to reassure herself with this, but then she just accepts the fact that you cause her some other feelings. And she wants to know what it is about you, since she feels that you are different from other ninjas.

☆ ┈ Harumi is practically delusional. Her traumatized mind begins to convince her that you saved her. You're not like other ninjas, she knows that! You just need to be led to this idea...

☆ ┈ At the moment when Harumi is on the ninja ship, she is very clingy to you. She uses the image of a princess in trouble to get closer to you, and you sympathize with her, letting her cling to you.

☆ ┈ She is crazy with happiness that she can be so close to you and touch you, and you won't even mind...

☆ ┈ Harumi is sure that your place is with her. What did the residents of Ninjago give you in response to your protection, hm? For several years of protecting this island, almost no one thought about what efforts you were making to do this. Let her show you that she can take care of you!

☆ ┈ She is obsessed with you in every way. She needs your attention, she dreams that you would love her in return, just as she adores you. Harumi can't stand other ninjas, but you? She'll ruin an entire city for you.

☆ ┈ She would probably be possessive, delusional, and self-binding. Her feelings are difficult to describe, it's a terrible mix of love, obsession and dislike.

☆ ┈ The most dangerous thing is that, despite her delusional thoughts, she realizes that her feelings are wrong and she absolutely doesn't care. Harumi believes it's the same love, just a little weird.

☆ ┈ She will not hesitate to do such strange things as collect your personal belongings, clothes, perhaps she would even build a small temple in your honor at the base of the Sons of Garmadon. She had one in the palace, but she had to get rid of it when the servants almost found it.

☆ ┈ Harumi's next step will be that, realizing that most likely the other Sons of the Garmadons will not mind getting rid of you, she begins to instill her obsession with others. Like I said, Harumi delirious a lot, but she's damn smart and knows how to get others to do the same.

☆ ┈ After all, if others love you the same way she loves you, she won't have to get rid of them, right?

☆ ┈ Harumi is easy to jealous, any interaction you have with someone leads her to murderous hatred, she is tolerant only of other generals of the Sons of Garmadon. She is especially angry if you show attention to other ninjas.

☆ ┈ In her princess image, her jealousy manifests itself in self-destruction. Harumi will be hysterical, tearing her hair and scratching her hands till they bleed, crying with anger.

☆ ┈ As Quiet One, she will no longer hold back. Anyone who decides they are worthy of your attention will be beaten and chained until they are tortured to death.

☆ ┈ Ordinary members of the Sons of Garmadon are not allowed to touch you. The only thing they are allowed to do is admire you and show their admiration for you. The generals are the only people who can do whatever they want with you.

☆ ┈ The Sons of Garmadon will suddenly burst into your house and simply grab you to take you to their base. It's going to be scary as hell because no one explains anything to you until you get there.

☆ ┈ By the way, yes, Harumi has successfully managed to inspire others with her faith in you. It's..weird. To watch a crowd of people admire you when they know that they can't interact with you. But hey, she knows exactly how to make you happy!

☆ ┈ Most likely, the first one will succumb to this is Killow.

☆ ┈ Well..Since the Quiet One says that you are a great person, it means that you probably are.

☆ ┈ He's pretty simple when it comes to his feelings. He's a little delusional about what Harumi told him about you, but he still retains the rational part.

☆ ┈ Killow is a big guy and he likes physical contact, so he will be offended if you try to resist his attempts to interact with you. He could wrap his palm around your hands so you couldn't struggle and allow himself to snuggle up to you, rejoicing that he is so close.

☆ ┈ If Harumi considers you to be her possible lover, you're just an idol to Killow. He doesn't really expect much, just that you will be patient with him and allow him to pay attention to you.

☆ ┈ He is actually trying to provide you with a decent life in the standards in which Ninjago City is. Although Harumi and Mr. E mostly take care of you most of the time, Killow also tries to contribute something.

☆ ┈ He will secretly bring you some things that Harumi and Mr. E forbid you, except those that will help you escape, of course.

☆ ┈ Although Killow is gentle with you, he is one of those who would like to threaten you in order to get you to obey. He can threaten you with pain, although this will most likely never be brought to reality, because he won't be able to hit you even if he wanted to, so he usually threatens your family or friends.

☆ ┈ Don't you want to cooperate? Oh, it's a pity, maybe if he pays a little visit to your dear friends in Resistance, you'll change your mind..

☆ ┈ Killow usually teams up with Ultra Violet when it comes to you. They may argue about who should get your attention, but they're more intimidating as a team.

☆ ┈ Ultra Violet was the second one who succumbed to Harumi's ideas. Since you had a hand in killing the Great Devourer..Perhaps you can show yourself from a wilder side?

☆ ┈ We know that Ultra Violet is unstable already, and when Harumi manages to plant the seed of obsession in her mind, it will grow on its own, and very strongly.

☆ ┈ Did Ultra Violet delusional? You will be surprised, but I will say that not complete. Of course, due to her mental state, she believes that you are someone perfect, but she begins to doubt when she sees that you are resisting the attention of the Sons of Garmadon.

☆ ┈ Don't you have to accept them or something if you really need them?..

☆ ┈ She doesn't let doubts show, so probably nothing will change for you.

☆ ┈ Although Harumi has assured you that she is the one who should be with you, Ultra Violet is not going to share. No no, her jealousy is even worse than Harumi's.

☆ ┈ If you show attention to someone in front of her, she will try to attack the one you are spending time with. This usually ends with serious beatings, and in the end, Ultra Violet will simply take you somewhere private.

☆ ┈ If it's another general of the Sons of Garmadon, she won't fight, but she'll take you with her anyway, no matter how other general will complain about it.

☆ ┈ Ultra Violet is the one who likes to express her love in words. Although actually she whispering crazy nonsense while she clings to you, holding a knife to your neck in case you want to resist.

☆ ┈ Ultra Violet is also can harm you, although it usually happens by accident. She doesn't know what normal entertainment is, and therefore suggests brightening up your days with training fights. If she accidentally harms you during one of them, she will most likely not be allowed to see you for a while.

☆ ┈ Of course, she will be ashamed, but this feeling will overshadow the ferocity when you are separated. She always rushes to you if you are away for too long, and her methods of getting to you are not the most peaceful.

☆ ┈ Along with Killow, she is given more limited interactions with you than, for example, with Mr. E. This makes both jealous and they usually unite and loudly argue about who has more privileges. If you get involved in an argument, you will most likely be asked to choose a side. Make a wise choice.

☆ ┈ About him, Mr. E is the only one who is fully aware of delusion of Harumi and all the other Sons of Garmadon.

☆ ┈ ..However, this does not mean that you are safe with him. Although he knows that others are obsessed with you and that you need help, he's not going to give it. On the contrary, to your bad luck, he wants to join their obsession.

☆ ┈ You won't know the reason. Even Harumi, who understands that he was skeptical of her words from the very beginning, does not know why he is attracted to you.

☆ ┈ The motives of Mr. E are complicated, but his intentions are clear: he wants a place in your life, too.

☆ ┈ Among all the generals of the Sons of Garmadon, he is the best option. He is entrusted with making sure that you live in prosperity, and he is actually doing this.

☆ ┈ Mr. E brings your favorite entertainment, the food you like, the clothes you've dreamed of. Simply put, he often gives you things that you want. He is also the one who mostly follows you and then reports to Harumi.

☆ ┈ You think that Mr. E doesn't hide his presence, but trust me, when he wants to be secretive, he makes sure that you don't notice him.

☆ ┈ It is difficult for him to show you his affection, if he has it at all. He doesn't talk to you much, but he can sometimes write you an answer on paper.

☆ ┈ He is also not good at physical contact, because his iron body feels unpleasant, and he does not want to cause you unnecessary discomfort.

☆ ┈ Mr. E is a good listener because he will never mind what you say. Even if you mumble to him about how much you hate one of the other generals, he will never think about it. Go on, tell him anything you want. You know he won't tell anyone anyway.

☆ ┈ Here, Mr. E is not an Echo Zane, he just contains his details. Imagine that some fragment of Echo Zane's consciousness (whatever it was based on) got into the system of Mr. E.

☆ ┈ Maybe that this would contribute to the creation of his obsession. He can protect the weak. You are weak against four generals. So why can't he protect you?

☆ ┈ You see him a lot, probably even more than Harumi. Mr. E serves Lord Garmadon because he was created for this, and the opportunity to do something else seems attractive to him. Is this the feeling that people call love? If that's the case, then he wants more...

☆ ┈ There are four of them. You're alone. And each of them wants your attention only for themselves. Good luck.

☆ ┈ Perhaps it will be a surprise for you to see Acronix here, but he has always inspired me to write him as yandere.

☆ ┈ You can get targeted by being a ninja or just an ordinary technology-savvy person who has been captured by the vermillions in order to work for Hands of Time.

☆ ┈ He will most likely immediately realize that he feels something for you. The reason for this is that Acronix understands that his feelings are strong, and he won't even try to ignore them, no, he's showing you his intentions. But a little later.

☆ ┈ At first, Acronix studies you from afar. It will scare you anyway if he suddenly attacks you with a confession, and he doesn't want to screw up from the very beginning. He can be frivolous, but he's not stupid.

☆ ┈ When he show himself to you, he will try to show you his good side in the hope that it will arouse at least some interest in you. He'll be upset if you don't change your mind about him.

☆ ┈ Does he ever lose interest? Hell, no.

☆ ┈ Acronix seems to realize that his love is sick, but he downplays it as if it were a small thing. So ahead of you are waiting for long attempts to woo you and a strange courtship in an attempt to get to your heart.

☆ ┈ Yes, courtship. Acronix wants your love, but he doesn't want you to fake it, or worse, force you to accept his feelings. He want you to truly love him as much as he loves you.

☆ ┈ Despite this, he may force you to physical contact. He can wait for you to fall in love with him, but he still wants intimacy.

☆ ┈ Grabbing your cheeks abruptly to kiss you or hug you so that you feel like your ribs will break if you try to escape, all this is in his repertoire.

☆ ┈ Oh, he's definitely going to kidnap you. If you are an ordinary person, you will simply be captured by vermillions and brought to his and Krux's lair. If you are a ninja, he will personally want to capture you. Since Acronix has been watching you for a while, he knows quite a lot about you, and he doesn't mind using it.

☆ ┈ As soon as you get there, you will be constantly watched. The only times when Acronix will take his attention away from you are when he is not in the lair or for using his BorgPad, but the second one won't last for long. And when he's not with you, the vermillions will be watching you.

☆ ┈ Krux is absolutely against this obsession of his brother. He doesn't understand why Acronix has such a rush of affection for you, and sometimes it annoys him. However, he won't do anything about it, as he doesn't want to upset the Acronix, but at least he treats you with some respect.

☆ ┈ Acronix will try to create a more cozy atmosphere for you: he will allocate you a separate corner where there will be a bed, a couple of pillows and a few of your favorite items.

☆ ┈ Almost all of the "gifts" from Acronix are stolen, and you may even find a few items from your home. If you ask him about it, he will honestly admit that after your abduction, he broke into your room a couple of times to look for something interesting in your things.

☆ ┈ Acronix tries to be romantic, but he's quite clingy and protective. He doesn't want you to show interest in anyone but him, the only person he allows you to talk to is his brother, and Krux doesn't particularly want to talk to you...

☆ ┈ Usually, the topics of your conversations with Acronix are divided into two topics: about what wonderful technology is, and how you two would look great as a couple.

☆ ┈ He the one who talks most of the time and you don't say anything, but he also likes to ask you sudden questions to make sure you're listening to him. If you don't, he won't be particularly offended, he'll just playfully scold you.

☆ ┈ Acronix will want to take you with him to the Iron Doom, what kind of lover would he be if he left you alone? Although this is also due to the fact that the idea that you could rely only on him sounds attractive to him. After all, if you find yourself in the past, where will you go?

☆ ┈ He's a big fantasist about your relationship. As soon as he sees you, romantic scenes will unfold in his head. Acronix might even think to get married, though he is not sure about it. His priority is just a romantic relationship.

☆ ┈ It's going to be hard with him because you have very little chance of escaping. You are kept tied or shackled and almost always under supervision, and Acronix spends almost all the time with you, so you don't even have time to take a break from it.

☆ ┈ Well, at least you have Cyrus Borg's company..And that's when Acronix isn't around, because he hates it when you focus on others.

☆ ┈ Even if you can get out by yourself or with the help of a ninja, he is always one step ahead, always in the future, where you should be by his side.

☆ ┈ It's not like you have choice anyway. Now, why don't you come a little closer?

— "..Stalked you? Oh no, baby, it was an ordinary walk of two lovers! It's just that only I knew about it."

☆ ┈ Given Morro's personality, it wouldn't be surprising if he had similar feelings for you. He just needs to be given a reason.

☆ ┈ The makings of any feelings may have appeared at the very beginning, when he possesed Lloyd's body. You don't want to hurt your friend, so you refuse to fight, but Morro will take it as you don't want to fight with him.

☆ ┈ He doesn't really like you at first, however, as expected. He doesn't even think much about you, in his eyes you're just a problem that needs to be liquidated. Perhaps your images will pop up in his head from time to time, but he will quickly dismiss them.

☆ ┈ I just live by the idea that Morro would want to stay with Master Wu during the events of Day of the Departed. Traveler's tea can transport him from the Departed Realm, I have always considered this to be the most logical option.

☆ ┈ Most likely, his feelings will appear if you want to give him a second chance. This will even confuse him at first, because he is sure that for all that he has done for Ninjago, you will hate him.

☆ ┈ However, he awkwardly accept your attention. Morro isn't sure if he should have stayed at all, most likely the only reason he's still here is because he wanted to stay with Master Wu.

☆ ┈ The second reason will appear soon..The more time you spend, the more he begins to feel affection for you.

☆ ┈ Morro's biggest problem is that he's not sure about his feelings. The only person he ever loved was Master Wu, and for showing him fatherly love as well. As a result, Morro is not sure if his feelings are romantic or platonic.

☆ ┈ Are these feelings at all, or is he just clinging to your attention, as to the closeness that he has not experienced for many years, being in the Cursed Realm?..

☆ ┈ Whatever it is, Morro likes it. Initially, he would try to forget about his feelings, since he doesn't understand them, but at some point he just gets used to them.

☆ ┈ Morro will not demand your attention, as he believes that he is not worthy of it, but any expressions of sympathy for him increasingly add fuel to his burning hotbed of obsession.

☆ ┈ Morro could start thinking that your relationship could be more than that. He is sure that his feelings are some kind of connection between you, a connection that needs to be developed.

☆ ┈ He dreams of achieving an exemplary relationship with you, it resembles a mixture of family and partner relationships.

☆ ┈ Morro wants to make sure that you know how much he values you, and he's ready to show it. In different ways.

☆ ┈ Morro does not know how to express his love for you. He's too insecure to admit to you that he feels something for you, and physical contact is also difficult. In original series the moment where Nya and Cole hug each other, it was shown that the ghost can become tangible during contact, and Morro takes advantage of this.

☆ ┈ He doesn't want to impose, but sometimes he allows himself to come up to you when you are alone and ask you if he can hug you or take your hand.

☆ ┈ Sometimes Morro comes up with such strange thoughts as, for example, to possess you just to feel you as close as possible. He probably won't be able to look you in the eye for a while, feeling ashamed of it.

☆ ┈ Morro is a controlling and protective type. He basically won't show his obsession in any way, but he's very protective. Literally.

☆ ┈ He is almost always there, wherever you go, he shows a desire to go with you. He'll get upset if you ask him to leave you alone, and he'll either do it or he won't. Depending on how worried he is about you at that moment.

☆ ┈ I doubt that ghosts sleep, but if they do, then they probably sleep very sensitively. Morro often lies around your bed and just listens to the environment around you to make sure you're safe.

☆ ┈ Everything is difficult for Morro with jealousy. Is he jealous? Yes, indeed. He may be tolerant of your closest people, but anyone who says a word about how strange it is that Morro is always with you will immediately end up on his hate list.

☆ ┈ Morro is not against using violence, but only if it would protect you. Of course, he could get rid of a couple of people whom he considers unworthy, but he wants to become a better person, if not for himself, then at least for you..

☆ ┈ When he's with your enemies, he's ferocious. He can offer them to leave peacefully, but if it doesn't work out, he doesn't mind painting his sword in blood. Usually, few people leave alive after skirmishes with him.

☆ ┈ Having a little obsessed ghost by your side could probably be worse. But don't forget that wherever you go, he will always be looking at you.

☆ ┈ He won't ever let you out of his gaze.

☆ ┈ So relax, okay? He will protect you from any hostility.

— "I'm here for you. And always will."

..:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟﾞ｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ🌤

🌤️ — it was good, I hope...funny fact, it was originally supposed to be a yandere blog, but I decided to make it just a writer-random blog.

🌤️ — btw, I left the requests open so, hey??? anyone??? I am free for now :'D

🌤️ — welp, hope you like it! have a good day, see you later ☆

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The cold stone floor beneath ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's feet seemed to absorb his frustration, the air thick with tension as his hands clenched into fists. His breath came out in slow, controlled exhalations, attempting to steady his racing heart. The training hall was dimly lit by torches mounted along the stone walls, their flames flickering softly in the stillness. The weight of the truth—the crushing reality—pressed down on him with the force of a thousand storm clouds. Years of sweat, of struggle, of sacrifice, had led him to this moment.

And it was all for nothing.

He was not the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ.

Wu's words rang in his ears, the finality of them sinking in deeper than any physical wound could. "The one destined to be the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ has yet to rise," Wu had told him. "Your path lies elsewhere."

Elsewhere.

The word echoed in his mind like a curse, a taunt he couldn't shake. There was no escaping it. No denying it.

No. It's a mistake. I have to prove myself.

The practice dummy before him stood silent, indifferent to the storm brewing inside him. His fists tightened until his nails dug into his palms, the pain grounding him in his rage. The wind howled through the open windows of the monastery, the torches casting erratic shadows that danced across the stone walls. It felt as though the very air was conspiring against him, whispering in his ears that his efforts had been in vain.

Behind him, footsteps approached cautiously.

"ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ."

It was (Y/n). Her voice, always soft and caring, held an edge of concern, but he wasn't in the mood for it. He didn't want sympathy or pity. Not from her.

He didn't turn to face her. "I know what you're here for," he muttered, his tone sharp, his voice cracking under the weight of his frustration. "If you came to say you're sorry, don't bother."

(Y/n) hesitated, but her voice was steady when she replied. "I came because I'm worried about you."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's jaw tightened. He could feel the heat of his anger rising, threatening to burst out. "You shouldn't be."

"ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ—"

"I'm going to prove him wrong," he cut her off, spinning to face her with a fiery intensity that burned in his eyes.

(Y/n) flinched slightly at his outburst, but she didn't back down. She stepped forward, her brow furrowed with concern. "I heard what Wu said," she began, her voice gentle but firm. "I know this is hard to hear, but maybe there's more to it than just being the strongest."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ scoffed, disbelief and frustration pouring out of him. "You think I'm not worthy? Do you think Wu's right?"

"That's not what I'm saying," (Y/n) responded, her expression softening. "But maybe your role isn't to be the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ. Maybe there's a bigger part you have to play."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's eyes narrowed, his mind rejecting her words. "A bigger part? What's bigger than saving Ninjago?"

(Y/n) bit her lip, unsure of how to make him see reason. "I don't know. But you're forcing something that might not be yours to claim."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's voice rose, tinged with bitterness and hurt. "So you agree with Wu, huh? You think I'm not good enough."

"No," she said, shaking her head, "that's not what I think. But you're pushing too hard, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. I've never seen you like this."

He looked away, biting back the words he wanted to scream. "I'm not giving up, (Y/n). I can't. I've spent years training for this. I've done everything Wu's asked. There's no way I'm not the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ."

(Y/n)'s gaze softened, but there was a sadness in her eyes that tore at him. "ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ... Please, listen to me. You're more than just the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ. This obsession—it's changing you."

He laughed, but it was hollow, filled with pain. "What are you talking about? This is who I am. I've spent my life training for this! I've earned this—don't tell me I'm not worthy of it."

(Y/n) took a step closer, her voice quieter but no less earnest. "Maybe it's not about being the strongest, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. Maybe it's about understanding your own path."

His eyes flashed with something dark, something desperate. "You think I don't understand? You think I don't know what I'm doing?" He shook his head, frustration bubbling to the surface. "I'm going to prove it to him. To all of them. I'll show them that I am the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ."

(Y/n)'s heart ached as she watched him. He was slipping away—consumed by his need to prove himself, and nothing she said could reach him. "But what if you're not meant to be the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ? What if there's something else for you?"

His face twisted in anger, his voice rising once again. "Then maybe I don't care! This is all I've ever wanted, (Y/n). I won't stop—no matter what."

She shook her head, her heart heavy with sorrow. "You're so focused on proving yourself that you don't see what's happening to you. You're changing, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. This obsession—it's turning you into someone else."

He froze, his breathing erratic as he stared at her. "What do you mean? This is who I am. This is who I've always been."

"No, it's not," she said quietly, stepping back. "This isn't you."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's expression hardened, a mask of anger settling over his features. He couldn't accept it. Not from her. Not from anyone.

Before (Y/n) could say anything else, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ moved—quick, almost too fast for her to react. His wind-powered strike landed on her shoulder with a force that knocked her back. She gasped, the air rushing out of her lungs as the pain seared through her. The world spun as she stumbled, struggling to keep her balance.

But then, it was quiet.

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ stood frozen, his breath catching in his throat as his gaze fell to her. Her hand pressed against her shoulder, where his strike had landed, her face pale with disbelief.

She looked at him, not with fear, but with something much worse—disappointment.

"You..." (Y/n)'s voice trembled as she looked at him, her eyes wide with shock. "You hit me."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's chest tightened, his hands clenching at his sides. The regret in his eyes was fleeting—almost imperceptible—but it was there. For a brief moment, he felt the weight of what he'd done. His pulse hammered in his temples, the shame sinking in like a stone in his gut. He wanted to apologize, to explain, to take it back, but the words caught in his throat, choked by his own pride.

"I didn't mean to—" His voice faltered, but the words felt hollow, empty, as if they had no power to fix what had been broken.

(Y/n) shook her head, stepping back, her breath shallow. Her eyes—those eyes that once held nothing but warmth for him—now reflected only a deep, aching sorrow. "I don't know who you are anymore, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ."

The words struck him harder than any blow. His heart lurched in his chest, and the weight of his obsession—the weight of everything he had pushed aside—hit him all at once. The guilt, the fear, the deep-rooted self-loathing. He was suffocating in it, but still, he couldn't find the strength to stop.

"You don't understand," he said quietly, his voice cracking, barely above a whisper.

"Maybe I don't," (Y/n) admitted, her voice small, fragile. "But I wanted to."

She turned away, walking toward the door. ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's breath hitched, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. Every instinct screamed for him to reach out, to stop her, to make this right, but his feet were frozen to the ground. His throat tightened as he watched her go, the hollow ache in his chest growing with each step she took.

The door closed behind her with a soft click.

And ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ was alone.

His hearted beat became louder in his ears and the silence in the training hall was deafening, and it was louder than any storm, more suffocating than any battle he had fought. And for the first time in years, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ felt the weight of the storm within himself—desperately crashing against the walls he had built around his heart.

The silence stretched out, thick and oppressive, wrapping itself around ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ like a heavy blanket. His chest heaved with uneven breaths, the air sharp and biting in his lungs. He couldn't move. Couldn't bring himself to turn around, to face the truth that had just shattered everything he thought he knew about himself.

(Y/n) was gone.

And with her departure, something inside him cracked, like the fragile shell of a storm-tossed boat being torn apart by the relentless waves. The anger, the bitterness, the desperate drive to prove himself—they were still there, swirling like a tornado inside him. But now, for the first time, there was a new weight: a weight of guilt.

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's eyes burned as he stared at the ground, fists trembling at his sides. He opened his hands, staring at the raw, reddened skin where his nails had dug into his palms. The sting barely registered anymore—his mind was too occupied with the feeling of loss.

What had he done?

The world felt too small, like he was suffocating in this stone prison, alone with his thoughts. No longer the proud prodigy of the monastery, no longer the determined student who had trained with everything he had—he was just a broken soul who had lost his way.

A shadow flickered at the edge of his vision. His pulse quickened as he turned toward the doorway, expecting to see (Y/n) again, maybe with a new expression, a softer look. But instead, there was no one. The training hall was still empty, save for the cold, unfeeling walls. No comforting voice. No familiar presence.

The emptiness swallowed him whole.

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ staggered backward, colliding with the practice dummy, knocking it aside with a violent shove. He felt like he was losing control, like everything he had worked for was slipping through his fingers like sand. He collapsed onto the floor, his legs folding beneath him, and buried his face in his hands.

The harshness of the training hall, the stone, the flames, the memories of Wu's disappointed eyes—all of it felt suffocating. It wasn't enough anymore. Nothing was enough.

A bitter laugh bubbled from his chest, hollow and broken. "What's the point, huh?" he whispered to himself. "I keep fighting. I keep pushing. But... what for? To be the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ? To prove I'm worthy?" His voice cracked, and he curled tighter into himself, the weight of his own inadequacy pressing down on him.

The thought of (Y/n)'s disappointed eyes burned into him. Her words, though gentle, were like daggers, ripping into the fabric of his soul. She had always been there for him, her kindness a steady light in the darkness, and yet here he was, pushing her away. Hurting her.

He could feel it in the pit of his stomach—the unshakable feeling that he had just destroyed something precious, something he would never be able to get back.

He reached out toward the empty air, as if he could grasp onto something, anything, that could make the guilt go away. His hand trembled.

"ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ."

The voice—soft, familiar—was enough to make his heart lurch painfully. It wasn't (Y/n), but Wu. The master had been watching from the doorway, his figure framed in the dim light of the hall. His expression was unreadable, but ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ could sense the sadness behind his calm demeanor.

"I..." ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's throat tightened, and he shook his head. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I thought—"

"You thought you had to be the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ," Wu interrupted softly, walking into the hall, his steps measured and careful. "But being the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ is not the only thing that defines you, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ raised his head, his eyes raw with frustration and confusion. "Then what is it, Master? What is it if I'm not that? What do I have left?"

Wu's gaze softened, and for a moment, there was the faintest flicker of understanding in his eyes. "You have more than your title, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. You have your strength, your heart, and your will. But it is your choices that will define who you are in the end."

"I—I don't understand," ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ stammered, the pain of his words too much to bear.

"Listen to me," Wu continued, his voice steady, "I never asked you to be the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. I only ever asked you to find your own path. The one that is right for you. Not the one that others expect from you."

The words hung heavy in the air, but ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ couldn't find the strength to hold onto them. His heart felt too heavy, too tangled in the confusion and regret that had consumed him. He wanted to believe Wu—he wanted to believe there was something more for him—but all he could see was the person who had failed, the person who had hurt the ones who cared for him.

Wu knelt down in front of him, bringing himself eye-level with ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. "You're not defined by the title of ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ. You are defined by your choices. But you must be willing to look within, to understand what truly matters. And that will take time, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ."

For a long moment, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ said nothing. The words were like a foreign language to him. How could he possibly believe in himself after everything? After losing (Y/n)'s trust? After everything he had fought for?

Wu was still there, waiting for him to understand. But ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ didn't know if he could. His mind was too clouded, his emotions too raw.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "What if I'm too lost to find it?"

Wu's gaze never wavered. "Then you will take the first step, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. The hardest one. And then the next. And the next. It's the only way."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's chest tightened, his head pounding with the weight of his doubt. But as he looked into Wu's eyes, something within him stirred—a small, fragile spark, like a flicker of light in the deepest darkness.

"I'll try," he whispered, though the words felt like a lie even as he spoke them. He wasn't sure he could be what everyone wanted him to be. But for the first time, he wasn't entirely sure that was what he needed to be.

Wu nodded slowly, as though he had heard everything ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ hadn't said. "That's all I ask."

And for the first time in a long while, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ allowed himself to hope—just a little.

As silence continue to linger in the air, thick with the weight of the unspoken. ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ sat there on the cold stone floor, his knees drawn to his chest, his hands still trembling from the intensity of everything that had transpired. Wu remained beside him, the calm presence of the master offering a strange sense of stability in the midst of the turmoil.

Despite the flicker of hope Wu had rekindled within him, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's heart felt heavy, weighed down by the scars of his actions and the shattered pieces of his pride. Could he really change? Could he find a path that wasn't tied to the idea of being the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ? A path that didn't require him to be perfect or to prove something to everyone?

"Master..." ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's voice cracked as he finally spoke, the words heavy on his tongue. "What if... what if I can't let go of this obsession? I don't know how to stop."

Wu's expression softened further, as though he understood the depth of ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's struggle. "Obsession can be a dangerous thing, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. It blinds you to everything else. But it's not about erasing it. It's about learning to live with it—to let it shape you, but not define you."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ nodded slowly, his mind still spinning with the weight of Wu's words. Let it shape him, but not define him. Was that even possible?

"How do I do that?" ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ asked, a touch of desperation creeping into his voice. He needed something—anything—that would make sense of all the chaos in his mind.

Wu placed a hand on ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's shoulder, his grip firm but comforting. "You start small. You take a step. Then another. Don't expect to have all the answers right away. It's a journey, not a destination."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's breath hitched at the simplicity of it. A journey. He had been so focused on the end goal—the title, the validation—that he had forgotten what it was like to just... live. To experience each moment as it came, without the crushing weight of expectation. But the thought felt foreign to him, almost impossible. How could he just be?

He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat refusing to dissolve. "I don't know if I can..."

"You don't have to do it alone," Wu said quietly. "You have people who care for you. People who will walk with you through this."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's gaze faltered as he thought of (Y/n). Her words, her disappointment, still burned in his chest like a fresh wound. Would she ever forgive him for what he had done? For what he had become? His eyes tightened as he struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.

"I hurt her," he whispered, more to himself than to Wu. "I didn't mean to. But I did."

Wu's expression was gentle, his voice steady. "You've hurt others, yes. But that doesn't define who you are. It's what you do next that matters, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. You can't change the past, but you can take responsibility for your actions. Apologize, if you must. But don't let your mistakes dictate the rest of your journey."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's breath was shaky as he nodded. He knew Wu was right. But how could he face (Y/n)? How could he make things right when everything inside him felt so broken? The guilt weighed heavily on him, like a constant reminder of his failings. He needed to fix things—needed to prove he was still worthy of their trust, of their friendship.

"I'll try," he whispered again, though the words felt almost empty. The fear of failing again clung to him like a shadow.

Wu's hand remained on his shoulder, a silent encouragement. "That's all anyone can ask of you. Take one step at a time, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. And remember, you're not alone."

For a long moment, they sat together in silence, the weight of everything pressing on ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's chest. But amidst the pressure, a small part of him began to feel lighter. Perhaps there was hope after all. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way forward. A way that didn't require him to be perfect, to be something he was never meant to be.

The faintest stir of resolve began to spark within him, buried beneath the layers of doubt and guilt. One step at a time.

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Later that evening, the monastery was quiet, save for the soft crackling of the torches and the occasional rustle of the wind outside. ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ found himself standing near the edge of the courtyard, looking out at the darkening sky. The stars were just beginning to make their appearance, shining faintly through the clouds.

He couldn't stop thinking about (Y/n). He needed to speak to her. He needed to tell her what he was feeling—to apologize, to make things right. But he didn't know if she would listen. He didn't know if she would forgive him.

The sound of footsteps behind him drew his attention. He turned, his heart racing.

"(Y/n)..."

She was standing a few feet away, her figure framed by the soft light of the torches. Her gaze was guarded, though not as distant as it had been earlier. ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ swallowed, unsure of what to say. The words felt inadequate, too small to convey the regret that had settled deep inside him.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice hoarse. "For what happened earlier. I—"

(Y/n) held up a hand, silencing him before he could continue. She looked at him with a quiet intensity, her eyes searching his face for something—maybe for the sincerity that had been missing earlier.

"You don't need to apologize for being frustrated," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "But you do need to understand that pushing people away won't help you. You're not alone in this, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. And you don't have to do everything by yourself."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's heart clenched at her words, the pain of everything he had done finally crashing over him. He took a step forward, his voice trembling. "I know. I know I hurt you. And I don't expect you to forgive me right away, but I want to make things right. I... I don't know who I am without this obsession. But I want to try. For you. For everyone."

(Y/n)'s expression softened, her shoulders relaxing slightly. She didn't speak right away, but she took a step toward him, closing the distance between them. "It's going to take time," she said quietly. "But I believe in you, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. And I'm not going anywhere."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ felt a wave of relief wash over him, the tightness in his chest easing just a little. He had no idea where this journey would take him, or if he would ever truly feel whole again. But for the first time in a long while, he didn't feel entirely alone.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

And with that, they stood together in the quiet night, two souls uncertain of what the future held—but willing to face it side by side.

Later, both decided to sit outside on the wall of the monastery, and stared deeply and quietly into the sunset, watching as it fell behind the tall trees in the horizon. The sunset cast a warm, golden hue over the courtyard, the last rays of the day dipping below the horizon. ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ and (Y/n) sat in the quiet stillness, their shoulders almost touching, but the air between them thick with unspoken words. The sounds of the monastery had softened—faint whispers of wind, the rustle of leaves, and the distant hum of life outside. It felt like the world itself was holding its breath, as if waiting for something to break.

(Y/n) glanced at ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ from the corner of her eye, her gaze soft but filled with the same concern she had worn ever since that fateful confrontation. Despite his words, despite the apology and the fleeting hope in his eyes, she could feel the storm brewing beneath the surface of his calm. He was still struggling, still haunted by the idea of what he could have been.

And she knew. She knew deep down that this was not over—that his journey was far from complete.

The silence between them stretched on until ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ finally spoke, his voice low and hesitant, like a heavy weight shifting inside him. "(Y/n)," he began, his tone distant, almost as if he were speaking to himself more than to her. "I've thought a lot about what you said. About obsession and my path. And I know it's not healthy... But I can't just let go of this. I can't just... stop."

(Y/n) turned to look at him, her heart sinking at the quiet pain in his voice. "ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ..."

He shook his head, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve. "I've spent too long chasing something, believing that being the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ was the only way I could prove myself. But now I realize something—maybe I won't ever be the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ. Maybe I'll never be what I thought I could be. But I still have to try. I still have to fight for it."

(Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat as his words settled like a storm cloud in the air. She knew it was coming. She could feel it—he was going to leave. She didn't want to believe it, but the signs were all there.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" she asked, her voice soft, almost like a whisper, as if saying the words aloud would make them true.

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ didn't answer right away. Instead, he stood, turning away from her for a moment, his eyes trained on the horizon. The fading light painted the sky in hues of orange and red, mirroring the turmoil within him.

"I have to," he said at last, his voice steady but filled with something darker—determination, defiance. "I can't stay here, not with this. Not until I know. Until I prove it to myself. I need to go out there and find my own path, (Y/n). Even if it means walking alone."

(Y/n)'s chest tightened, the familiar ache of loss starting to creep in. "But ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ... you don't have to do this by yourself. You don't need to prove anything to anyone, least of all to yourself."

"I do," he said quietly, his back still turned to her. "I need to see for myself. I need to know that I'm not just running away from something I can never be. And if that means going on my own, then... so be it."

(Y/n) stood slowly, her heart in her throat. She could feel the weight of the decision hanging between them, the finality of it pressing in on her chest. "ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ, please. I'm not asking you to give up your dream. I just... I don't want to lose you."

His eyes softened as he finally turned to face her, his gaze locking with hers. The sorrow in his eyes was palpable, like an unspoken apology for the pain he was causing. "I'm not going to be lost, (Y/n). I'm just... I'm trying to find myself. You've helped me more than you know, but this is something I have to do on my own."

The words felt like a physical blow, each one heavier than the last. (Y/n) reached out, almost instinctively, as though to stop him, to pull him back. But her hand dropped before it reached him. There was nothing more she could say to change his mind.

"Promise me something," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Promise me that you'll come back. No matter what happens, promise me that you'll come back."

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's expression softened, and for a fleeting moment, a hint of something vulnerable passed through his eyes. But it was gone almost as quickly as it appeared, buried beneath the resolve he had built up over the years.

"I don't know if I can promise that," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I promise I won't forget you. Not ever."

The hours passed, the moon climbing higher in the night sky, casting long shadows over the monastery. ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ couldn't sleep. His mind churned with the weight of everything—his past, his mistakes, the words of Wu and (Y/n) that had tried to offer him clarity. But none of it had quieted the storm inside him. There was still a part of him that couldn't shake the belief, the desperate conviction that he could be the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ. He couldn't let go of it. Not yet.

He stood by the window of his room, staring out at the vast expanse of the mountains. The wind whispered through the trees, the silence of the night almost suffocating. He knew what he had to do. The thoughts had been brewing for hours, and no matter how much he wanted to believe that he was on the right path—no matter how much he wanted to stay, to heal—there was no turning back now.

He moved quietly, gathering his things. His fingers brushed over the familiar hilt of his staff, the worn edges of the leather strap that had been with him through so many battles. Each item he packed seemed to carry with it a fragment of his past, of everything he had fought for. But as he folded his cloak and placed it carefully in his bag, he knew that there was nothing here for him anymore. Not in the way he needed. Not until he found the truth of who he was.

He paused, the bag slung over his shoulder, his gaze drifting to the door. He thought of (Y/n), of her kind eyes and her unwavering belief that he didn't have to carry this burden alone. He thought of her disappointment—how it had sliced through him like a blade. She had hoped for him to change, to let go of the obsession that had consumed him. But he couldn't. He couldn't let go of the dream, the one thing that had kept him going all these years.

If he couldn't be the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ, then he would carve out a new path for himself, even if it meant walking it alone.

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ moved to the small table by the bed, his hands trembling slightly as he wrote a short note. The words were simple, yet they carried the weight of everything he couldn't say face to face.

(Y/n),

I have to go. I know you don't agree with my decision, but I have to find this on my own. I don't know if I'll ever change. But I'll never stop trying. I hope one day you'll understand. Don't look for me. I'll be okay.

—ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ

He folded the note carefully and placed it on the table, then glanced around the room one last time. He wouldn't be coming back. Not for a long while, if ever. The idea of facing Wu, of facing (Y/n) again, seemed impossible. He wasn't ready for that. Not yet.

With one final glance out the window, he slipped into the hallway, his footsteps soft and deliberate. The monastery was eerily quiet at this hour, everyone deep in slumber. He moved through the shadows, navigating the familiar halls with ease, his heart pounding in his chest. He was so close. So close to making his escape.

As he approached the front door, his fingers brushed the handle, and he hesitated. The thought of walking away from everything—of leaving the people who had cared for him behind—was almost too much to bear. But he knew, deep down, that this was something he had to do. For himself.

He pushed the door open slowly, wincing as it creaked in the stillness. The night air rushed in, cool and refreshing against his skin. Without looking back, he stepped outside and into the darkness, the weight of the world still pressing against his shoulders.

His breath came in slow, steadying inhales as he set off toward the mountains. His footsteps were sure, determined. There was no going back now. The path he had chosen was one of solitude, of self-discovery, of endless striving. And though the road ahead was uncertain, filled with shadows and doubt, it was a road he had to walk.

He would never stop chasing the dream that had burned in his soul since he was a child. He would prove them all wrong. He would show them that he was worthy of the title. He would be the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ, no matter what it took.

And so, with the stars above him and the wind at his back, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ journeyed into the night, the weight of his decision settling over him like a cloak. The monastery, the people he had known, all seemed like distant memories now, fading with each step he took. He didn't look back. Not once.

As the path stretched before him, dark and uncertain. The moon above bathed the world in a soft, silvery light, casting long shadows across the jagged terrain. ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's footsteps were steady, but a part of him still hesitated, as if the very act of leaving could somehow unravel everything he had fought for, everything he had believed in. The thought of (Y/n)'s face, her disappointed eyes, lingered in the back of his mind, but he quickly pushed it away. He couldn't afford to let doubt creep in now.

His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, none of them clear. He had done what he believed was necessary, but deep down, he couldn't silence the nagging feeling that he was walking away from something more important than the title he sought. The weight of his decisions pressed on his chest, yet his determination never wavered. The ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ. That was his purpose. It always had been. And if this was the path that would lead him there, then so be it.

ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's grip tightened on his staff, the familiar weight grounding him in his resolve. He couldn't afford to waver. Not now. Not when everything he'd worked for was just within reach.

The mountains loomed ahead, dark silhouettes against the night sky, a symbol of both the challenge and the isolation that lay in wait. The wind howled through the peaks, a reminder of the trials that would soon come. But ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ was no stranger to hardship. It had been his constant companion for as long as he could remember.

As he climbed higher, the cool air stung his skin, the silence of the night pressing in on him. He hadn't looked back once, but the uncertainty gnawed at him, each step seeming to pull him further from the life he'd known. The monastery, the teachings of Wu, and (Y/n)'s kindness all felt like distant memories now, fading with every step.

Eventually, the moon began to climb higher in the sky, and the coldness of the night seemed to seep deeper into ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's bones. The wind whispered, almost like a voice calling to him, but he ignored it. He couldn't afford to be distracted. He had a purpose, and he was determined to see it through.

His thoughts turned once again to his destiny. The ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ. Was it truly his calling, or had it been an obsession? He wasn't sure anymore. But what he did know was that he couldn't walk away from it—not without knowing the truth. The fear of failure gnawed at him, but it was nothing compared to the fear of never knowing.

He would prove himself. To everyone. To Wu. To (Y/n). And to himself.

Hours passed, the stars above now blazing bright in the heavens as the world seemed to hold its breath. ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ pressed on, his steps becoming more purposeful with each passing moment. The mountain paths grew steeper, more treacherous, but he didn't slow. The higher he climbed, the more the weight of his choices felt like a tangible presence, pressing down on him. But there was no turning back.

Finally, he reached the summit—a barren, windswept peak that stretched out before him, endless and empty. He stood there for a long while, letting the wind whip around him, as if trying to carry away his doubts. The night felt vast and cold, the stars distant and unreachable. This was where he had to be—alone, at the edge of the world, where no one could reach him.

He took a deep breath, his chest tightening, and with a determined glance at the horizon, he spoke into the wind. "I will be the ꁅꌅꈼꈼꋊ ꋊꂑꋊ꒻ꁲ. I will find my path. No matter what it costs me."

As the words left his lips, he felt something shift within him—like the beginning of a new chapter, one that would take him to the darkest corners of the world and back again. The path was lonely, and it would be fraught with challenges, but he had made his choice. This was the only way he could truly understand who he was, what he was meant to be.

And so, as the wind howled around him, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ set his eyes on the world ahead, stepping into the unknown with only his purpose to guide him. The echoes of his footsteps disappeared into the vastness of the night, and the weight of his decision, though heavy, felt lighter with each step he took.

The journey had only just begun.

Back at the Monastery, the night nearing two a.m., as the darkness enveloped the monastery, a faint rustling sound then a thud reached (Y/n)'s ears from her window. She turned, her eyes widening when she saw a small bundle that ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ had left behind. It was small bag—atop it, a small object that gleamed faintly in the moonlight.

A pendant. A simple one, made of stone with an intricate swirl carved into it. (Y/n) picked it up slowly, her fingers trembling as she recognized the familiar symbol – a mark they had both shared, once, reaching for anything else that might have been inside, she felt paper stuck at the bottom. Taking it out, She glanced at the note he had left behind,

'I have to go. I know you don't agree with my decision, but I have to find this on my own. I don't know if I'll ever change. But I'll never stop trying. I hope one day you'll understand. Don't look for me. I'll be okay.'

- ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ

Her fingers trembled as she read it again. It wasn't much, but it was enough. ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ had made his choice. And though it hurt, she couldn't blame him for it. She knew he was searching for something he couldn't find here. His journey, like hers, was one of self-discovery. But as much as she wanted to believe in him, a small part of her wondered if this path would be his undoing.

(Y/n) stood up from her chair, the cold air of the room brushing against her skin as she walked to the window. She stared out into the night, her heart heavy with the weight of his absence. The path he had chosen was his own. All she could do was hope that one day, he would find what he was truly searching for—before it was too late.

The wind howled again, distant and mournful, and for a moment, (Y/n) closed her eyes, letting the sound carry her thoughts far beyond the walls of the monastery.

There was nothing more she could do now.

All she could do was wait, and hope that somehow, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ would find his way back.

And yet, as she held it in her hand, (Y/n) knew that ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ had made his choice. He was moving forward, on his own, and no matter how much it hurt, she couldn't change that.

With a heavy heart, she placed the pendant close to her chest and whispered into the night, "Good luck, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. I'll be waiting."

The wind carried her words into the darkness, and all that remained was the sound of the night, deep and silent, as the stars watched from above, shining brightly over a path that had only just begun for ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ.

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Back at the monastery, the hours stretched on in silence. (Y/n) sat alone in her room, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic storm. She hadn't gone after him. She hadn't chased after him like she wanted to. She couldn't. She knew that if ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ truly needed to find his way, he had to do it on his own. But the emptiness in her chest didn't fade. It only grew stronger with each passing minute.

She glanced at the note he had left behind, the words still fresh in her mind. I have to go. I know you don't agree with my decision, but I have to find this on my own. I don't know if I'll ever change. But I'll never stop trying. I hope one day you'll understand. Don't look for me. I'll be okay.

The wind howled again, distant and mournful, and for a moment, (Y/n) closed her eyes, letting the sound carry her thoughts far beyond the walls of the monastery.

There was nothing more she could do now.

All she could do was wait, and hope that somehow, ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ would find his way back.

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Two years had passed since ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ had left, and with each day, the hope of his return faded like a dying ember. (Y/n) sat in her room, staring at the note he had left behind, her fingers running over the inked words, as if by some miracle, they would change. But they never did. The note remained the same, a simple goodbye wrapped in a final plea for understanding.

She had been the one to find it, her heart sinking as the realization settled in—ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ was gone. There had been no sign of him since that night. No messages, no letters. Just the quiet emptiness of his absence.

Wu, too, had been unable to come to terms with it. Every corner of the monastery had been scoured. Every possible place he could have gone was searched. Yet, there was no trace of ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ. The only thing that remained was the weight of his decision to leave, a burden that Wu and (Y/n) both carried in their own way.

It wasn't long before Wu came to a conclusion that neither of them wanted to admit: ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ was lost, perhaps even dead. The realization hit him hard, but he didn't show it. He didn't want to show it to (Y/n), who had grown so much over the years. The young girl he had once watched grow into a force of nature had now become a woman with her own resolve, a resolve that had only hardened since ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's disappearance.

(Y/n)'s gaze drifted out of her window, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the monastery's stone walls, but the light felt cold against her skin. Two years. It had been two years since ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ had left. And she still hadn't moved on.

She had tried to. She had forced herself to focus on the people around her, on the teachings Wu had provided, on the bonds she had forged. But it was all fleeting, like whispers in the wind. No matter how hard she tried, there was always a part of her that felt incomplete.

And now, as she packed her things into a worn leather bag, that feeling of incompleteness had only grown. She had been here long enough. She had tried to find answers within the walls of the monastery, but all that had done was trap her in the same cycle of doubt and questions. She needed to leave. She needed to find her own answers, to figure out what her future was meant to be. The prophecy. ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ's journey. Her own powers that had continued to evolve in ways she didn't fully understand.

The worn leather of the bag creaked as she slipped a few essentials inside—a map, her combat gloves, some water, and a small knife. As she packed, her mind was racing with possibilities, but there was one certainty: she needed to leave. There was something calling to her, pulling her away from the life she had known for so long.

A shift in the air made her pause. She glanced down at her chest, noticing something that had never been there before. A tattoo—bright and intricate—had appeared on her skin, just above her heart. It was a swirling design, a symbol she didn't recognize, but there was something strangely familiar about it, as if she had seen it somewhere before. She ran her fingers over it, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember when it had appeared.

She thought nothing of it. Perhaps it was a result of her growing powers, a side effect of the journey she had been on. Maybe it was just a manifestation of some part of her abilities that she hadn't fully tapped into yet. She'd been training so much lately, pushing herself further than ever before. It wasn't unusual for her to experience strange things. But she didn't dwell on it. Not now. There were more pressing matters at hand.

With a sigh, (Y/n) slung the bag over her shoulder and adjusted her loose-fitting clothes, swapping out her usual attire for something more comfortable for traveling. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back as she pulled on a simple black tunic and pants, her boots clicking softly against the stone floor as she made her way out of her room.

As she stepped into the hallway, she saw Wu sitting on the patio, gazing out at the setting sun, his hands folded neatly in his lap. The sight of him brought a pang of emotion to her chest, a reminder of the family she had built here. But her resolve didn't falter. She had to do this.

"Wu," she called softly, her voice breaking the quiet of the evening.

He turned to her with a look of mild surprise, his warm eyes softening as he took in her appearance. "(Y/n), I thought you were going to rest. It's been a long day."

(Y/n) shook her head, her resolve firm. "I can't stay here any longer. I need to go."

Wu's brow furrowed, and he stood, the calm demeanor he usually carried slipping slightly. "Go? Where? You've only just begun to settle into your role here. You're not ready."

"I'm not settling for anything," (Y/n) replied, her voice steady. "I'm not waiting around anymore. I need to find answers, Wu. I need to train. I need to explore the world, figure out what's out there. I feel like there's something missing. I need to find out what it is."

Wu's expression darkened, and he stepped closer, his hands gripping her shoulders with a gentle but firm pressure. "(Y/n), you can't be serious. After everything that happened with ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ, you're willing to walk down that same path? You want to disappear too? Do you think I won't worry about you? You're like a daughter to me, and the thought of losing you—"

"I'm not ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ," (Y/n) interrupted, her voice a bit sharper than she intended. "I'm not running away from anything. I'm not chasing after something I can't have. I'm looking for something more. Something that has nothing to do with what happened before. And I'll send letters. I promise I'll stay in touch. You won't lose me."

Wu's grip loosened, but the concern in his eyes remained. "I don't want you to share his fate, (Y/n). I can't stand the thought of you being lost out there, with no one to guide you. The world is vast, and dangerous. Even with your powers, there are forces out there far stronger than you realize."

"I know." Her gaze softened as she looked up at him, her expression full of determination. "But this is something I have to do. For myself. I need to understand my purpose. I need to see the prophecies. I need to find out what my place in all of this is. I can't find that here."

Wu let out a slow breath, his shoulders sagging in defeat. "If you truly feel this is the right path, I can't stop you. But please, promise me you'll be careful. Promise me you won't let the same darkness that took ꁒꂦ꒓ꌅꆂ claim you too."

(Y/n) nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of his words. "I promise."

Wu reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace, something rare for him. "Be safe, (Y/n). And remember, no matter where you go, you always have a home here."

The warmth of his embrace lingered in her chest as she pulled away, looking him in the eye. "I won't forget. I never will."

With that, (Y/n) turned toward the open gates, her mind already focused on the journey ahead. As she stepped into the unknown, the tattoo on her chest seemed to pulse ever so slightly, as if it were alive, calling her forward.

And so, with the weight of her decision on her shoulders, (Y/n) ventured into the world beyond the monastery. A world filled with secrets, prophecies, and answers that she could only hope to uncover.

But as she walked away, a quiet thought echoed in her mind—was she truly ready for the journey she was about to embark on? Only time would tell.

𝕿𝖔 𝕭𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉...

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ghhoulsallt · 3 months ago

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Ninjago Headcanons // Morro

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AN: I love the AU where Morro goes through the Rift during the Day of the Departed and becomes human again/becomes apart of the Ninja (But due to the rumours that he'll be coming back in DR s3, this could also relate to that. Slightly unrelated, but I cannot wait to see Euphrasia and Morro's Dynamic in DR o(≧▽≦)o).

Type: AU, unorganised, General headcanon ramble

Warnings: Morro is severely traumatized, mostly angst

Morro is extremely possessive over everything, even if it's something small. He has an iron grip on everything he deems as his, even if it holds no sentimental value to him, varying from that one glass in the cupboard that has a slight crack in the lip but he refuses to throw it out, to that cat that lives in the dumpster in shadier parts of his patrol area that he's been slowly trying to coax into trusting him, to people. This is wholly due to the way he was brought up, or rather not brought up, constantly fighting for meals, consistently getting abandoned by 'caretakers'/people who he had clung to because of 'safety in numbers' until he met Wu, the green gi being ripped away from him when it was right there in front of him, and then essentially becoming a nomad and forcing himself not to get too comfortable while on his journey of finding the FSM's tomb. He's never exactly had anything or anyone except his powers, so now that he has a place – a person – to call home, he wouldn't be able to stand the loss of his newfound stability.

(If Morro entered through the rift and joined the ninja force before the Merge and he got separated during, I think he genuinely wouldn't be able to handle losing everything around him, especially not Wu)

This also leads to him being a bit of a hoarder, he struggles to bring himself to get rid of things he no longer needs because he was so used to not having many material things as a child that he doesn't want to go back to fighting over scraps of food, being so alone that he doesn't even have items to accompany him.

Morro is actually pretty open with his emotions, but not directly. If he hates someone, they will know because he stands there with his arms crossed and a look of pure disgust on his face like a child who was just told no.

This also works vice versa, such as when Morro is happy/content you can see his eyebrows aren't pinched. It's such an odd sight to the ninja because Morro is constantly in intense thought, and therefore constantly frowning.

I also headcannon that while Morro has a strong relationship with his element, his mood does affect the weather. It's to the point where if the wind's a little too strong it's most likely because he's in a bad mood.

Morro gets along the best with Cole, mostly because of the whole ghost thing and they both have an understanding of what it was like to lose the human part of yourself.

He and Lloyd also have a deep understanding of each other because of the possession arc, they have their own memories and each other's, and in a sense they'll always be connected. But this has led to odd moments where they can't tell whose memory was whose. This has also lead to Morro (After Possession) realising that being the Green Ninja was not all it was cracked up to be.

#ninjago dragons rising #lego ninjago #ninjago lego #ninjago morro #morrowind #morro wu #morro ninjago #dragons rising #ninjago fandom #ninjago x reader #morro x reader #ninjago #ninjago headcanons #morro headcanons #lego ninjago headcanons #lego ninjago x reader

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asherbakugou · 1 year ago

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Your First Kiss

Jiang Kai | Kai Kalama (She/They)

Reader was sat on the floor of her apartment, leaning back against Kai's legs as he flipped through channels on the tv. They had a new sketch due in two days, so they were hoping for inspiration.

The parameters for the project were pretty simple; primary color (red, yellow, blue), one accent color (gold or silver), and female model.

Above her, Kai suddenly leaned over them to look in their eyes, "What if you did something based of Azula? You know, from Avatar. She's got red and gold in her design doesn't she?"

Blinking, Reader turned it over in her mind before nodding. Focusing back on him, she was unsurprised to find his gaze on their lips. Doing their best to not let him know that they saw his gaze, they spoke, "That's good. She does have red, though its more maroon but I can tweak the colors a bit to fit the parameters. Thank you, Kai."

He flushed, leaning back as Reader fought to hide a wider smile. For nearly three months, since they'd begun hanging out, she'd noticed how his eyes constantly strayed to their lips or how focused he'd get whenever they spoke. It was sweet, and was defintely not helping their crush. So today, they decided to do something about it.

Later, after dinner, Kai was at the door preparing to leave. "Well, I guess I should leave a pretty person all alone in their apartment to work on their project." He winked making Reader laugh.

"Kai . . ." Reader trailed off, summoning all of their confidence. "Tell me if you don't want this."

"What–"

Cupping his face, Reader pulled him down a little as they reached up a bit to press a kiss against his lips. Their lips slotted together perfectly, fitting like puzzle pieces. The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, as Kai had frozen in shock.

"Sorry. I thought–"

Kai interrupted her this time, slamming their lips back together as he pushed her against the wall beside the door, hands falling to their hips as Reader wrapped their arms around his neck to keep him close.

Reader couldn't help but notice that he tasted like cinnamon, likely from the gum he loved to chew on all the time. Kai noticed how Reader tasted like the fruity wine they'd had with dinner and nearly moaned at the taste.

Pulling away, but not pulling apart completely, he pressed their heads together. "So, can I take you on a date?"

"Time, date, and place?"

"Next Saturaday, 7, and you'll see."

"I'll see you then, Kalama," Reader teased, seperating. Kai obediantly stepped outside, reverantly touching his lips when the doors closed.

Zane Julien (She/Her)

Zane mediatated peacefully to the quiet sounds of Reader painting, her playlist, and the soft humming. He felt at peace in the whirlwind that was her studio, eventually opening his eyes to see what she was painting.

It was the Aurora Borealis, with a wolf pack tilting their heads back to howl in unison. He was amazed by the motion you'd managed to capture in the painting.

"It looks incredible," Zane complimented, startling Reader into nearly dropping her palette.

"Oh shit!" He was quick to catch it, much to her relief. "Oh thank the dragons. Thank you for the compliment, and the catch."

"Do not thank me, it was my fault for startling you."

"You still caught it for me. So I'm going to thank you. Thank you Zane," Reader stated, smiling as she took the palette back.

Zane smiled softly, starstruck as she turned back to the painting. Standing just behind her, he remembered something Nya had said he should do, based on his feelings and how Reader acted around him.

'Ask permission to kiss her, then take her on a date. But don't push her.'

"Reader," Zane said, quickly catching her attention. She turned to him, setting her pallette down to give him her full attention. "I have a question, but I do not wish for you to feel pressured."

"I wouldn't let myself he forced into anything," Reader agreed, tilting her head.

"Of course." Zane hesitated, stepping closer, flustering her. "May I . . . May I kiss you, Reader?"

Reader seemed to freeze, soft lips parting in surprise. After waiting for nearly thirty seconds, Zane was disappointed by the lack of answer but took it in stride. "I apologize, I did not—"

"Was my asking an issue?"

"No, no!" Reader interrupted, waving her hands around. "You don't need to apologize! I was just surprised! Promise! You're not normally so outspoken, so . . ."

"Just a surprise."

"You still have not answered the question," Zane noted, tilting his head slightly. Blushing, Reader ducked her head down in emberresment.

"I-yes. Yes, you can . . . you can kiss me," Reader whispered, standing a little taller as Zane stepped into their space.

Slowly he pressed their lips together, not wanting to rush and accidentally hurt her. The kiss was soft, chaste and made Reader pleasantly cold as Zane felt his core warm in pleasure. Pulling away, he found his own smile widening when he saw Reader looking at him with a wide smile of their own.

"May I take you out? On a date?"

"Y-yes! Yes!"

"Then tomorrow? At 7?"

"Perfect."

"I shall pick you up then," Zane decided, still smiling. Giggling Reader stepped into his space to sink into a hug.

"I can't wait."

Cole Brookstone (They/Them)

The stars were bright as Reader and Cole laid in a grassy meadow Cole had taken them too. Head resting on Cole's stomach, Reader had a surprisingly good view of Cole's reaction every time he spoke lowly, in order to keep the peace of course.

Tonight was Ninjagos Festival of Stars, recently adopted from the Serpentine but neither of them were fans of large crowds and wanted to see the stars and fireworks alone. So Reader had packed a nighttime picnic, with Cole hovering over their shoulder in anticipation.

Mooncakes, Star shaped iced cookies, and multiple blackberry flavored treats. They'd also brought along their starry night themed drink, with blueberries, bananas, and kiwi syrups to make it a stunning array of colors.

Cole had, of course, nearly devoured his portion in a half hour as Reader talked about their day, and some issues they'd noticed recently, eating far slower.

"So, what made you invite me out to watch the stars? Is it just 'cause ya knew I'd bring ya food?" Reader asked, without opening their eyes.

"What, no! All of the others wanted to go to the festival and celebrate, but I wasn't in the mood to celebrate. I'd rather hang out with you," Cole admitted.

"Really? Me? Mr. Ninja wants to hang out with an uninteresting civilian?"

"Your not uninteresting, which I'm not sure is a word by the way. Your just . . . You're normal, and I need that in my life. And you're fun in a different way."

"Well, thank you for the compliment. Any specific reason you don't like festivals? Or is it private?"

Cole knew that all he had to say was that it was private and he would drop it, but he wanted to share. "My mom used to take me out to festivals all the time when I was younger. She had a piggy bank specifically for those days that I could add change too. It was my money to use to do whatever I wanted with during the festival. When she died, I stopped going. It doesn't feel the same anymore."

Reader was silent, thinking. "When I lost my parents, I no longer thought it was worth it. To live. It took me three years to truly start enjoying the world and some days its still hard." Glancing up, they met eyes. "If you ever decided you want to try, I'd be happy to take you. We could make it a date."

"A date?" Cole sat up, worrying Reader who sat up as well.

"It doesn't . . . have to be a date. Not if you don't want it to be."

"Well, what if I want it to be a date?"

Reader smiled, leaning closer as their eyes flicked towards Cole's lips. "I'd like that."

Smiling softly, Cole and Reader leaned closer together until their lips were barely a centimeter apart. "Would you be upset if I kissed you?" Cole asked, trying to hide his nerves.

"Not at all."

Grinning, Cole eagerly pressed their lips together, twisting until he was hovering over Reader. Fingers wove into his black hair, tugging him closer to them as they made out beneath the stars.

Cole eventually forced himself to pull out of their hold, lips glistening and red as he panted. Reader was not much better, shirt having ridden up at some point. "Well . . . that was not what how I thought tonight would turn out," Cole admitted with a goofy grin.

Reader laughed, eyes bright. "So, we still on for that date?"

"Absolutely."

Jay Walker (She/her)

Lightning flashed across the sky, followed closely by the crack of thunder, making Reader groan. She and Jay were both caught in the rain, having been taking a short break from working on one of his older Mechs.

"Well, this sucks," Reader grumbled, huddling beneath the glass cover of a bus station as Jay watched the lightning sparking in the sky with a strange sort of awe and reverance. Nudging him, she broke the spell cast by the bright flashes. "Everything ok, sparky?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just, ehehe, get a little excited during thunderstorms," Jay explained, allowing a spark to flit through his fingers in demonstration.

"That's . . ." Reader trailed off as lightning struck again, highlighting the sharp angular, boyish features Jay had, bringing out his freckles and auburn hair. "That's pretty cool. Don't think I'll ever get used to people fighting with elements though."

"Seriously? You've hung out with Nya for years, how is it still so weird!"

"I don't know! It just is!"

"Maybe you're the weirdo."

"Huh," Reader gasped, as if truly offended. Grabbing their imaginary pearls, she draped herself across the bench. "To slay me with such cruel words, oh how I die. Must this be the way death comes for me."

Jay laughed, plopping down behind her so she could rest her head on his thighs. He smiled down at her, trying hard to keep his blush down, and failing miserably.

"You're turning pink," Reader mused, poking his cheek as her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Is it because you've fallen for my beauty?"

Jay felt his lips twitch downwards when he heard the sarcasm. He was far less oblivious than people thought and he'd realized a while back that Reader did not think themselves pretty. Just . . . Average.

"Would that . . . be bad?"

Readers smile fell as she stared up at him in shock, "Jay . . ."

"I really want to kiss you."

"Then do it."

Leaning down, she reached up, meeting him in the middle. Neither noticed how the lightning seemed to cover the sky, with barely a secons between the flashes. They were too focused on the press of their lips, on memorizing how the others face felt beneath their fingertips.

Pulling away, Reader giggled, quickly joined by Jay. Their was no real reason to laugh but she was happy and so was he.

"So when can I take you on a date, Mr. Blue Ninja?" Reader asked, laughing at the look he gave her.

"Hey! I'm supposed to ask you out!"

"Too late." He tried to sulk but another kiss had him relaxing into a giddy smile. "Fine. I'll go out on a date with you."

"I'll plan a good date, scouts honor."

"You've never been a scout!"

"Oops."

Lloyd Garmadon (She/her)

Reader was happily pressed against Lloyd's side as they walked, liking the comfort of his arm draped over her shoulder. They'd gone windowshopping in the nearby mall for her hour break and were finishing up to walk back, not that Rufus would mind all that much if she was a few minutes late.

"Ooh, look at that," Reader said, pointing to a shoe store. In the display window were Ninja-themed shoes, with Lloyd's being the most prominent.

Lloyd saw what she was looking at and groaned, cheeks flushing, "Please tell me you're not going to buy those. They're like 100$."

Reader pouted, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, "But I thought you liked seeing me in your merch?" She'd noticed it a few weeks ago when she'd worn a green ninja shirt, seen how wide his eyes had gotten and how stuttery and blushy he'd gotten.

Just like right now.

"Wh‐well, of course, but still . . ." Lloyd trailed off, looking away to hide his face.

Giggling, Reader patted his bicep, pleased at the feel of muscle beneath the long sleeved shirt he wore. "I'm kidding, sweets. They're cute, but too expensive for my taste. Besides, I'd look better in one of the Green Ninja sweaters that one store was selling."

Somehow, Lloyd's blush darkened as he whined, "Reader."

"Lloyd," Reader cooed, delighting even further in his blush.

Suddenly, looking past him she spotted Ryker, very obviously looking around for someone. In a heartbeat their eyes met and he started towards her, making her freak out slightly.

"Lloyd."

He immediatley caught the change in her voice and followed her eyes to see where she was looking. Seeing Ryker, he cussed and pulled her towards a hallway between stores to try and hide.

"He already saw me," Reader admitted nervously. Lloyd watched the entrance, tense, as Reader tried to think up a plan.

Grabbing his shirt, she tugged him close until he was pressing her against the wall. Gaping down at her, he seemed frozen in place.

"Trust me?" Reader asked softly, eyes wide. Lloyd nodded, softening marginally.

"Of course."

Leaning up, she pressed their lips together making Lloyd freeze for only a second before he leaned into it. He gently cupped her cheek, keeping the kiss soft and slow as her own hands found their way into soft golden-blond hair.

Neither noticed when Ryker found them, nor when he realized just who was kissing Reader. Furious the man turned away and fled, stomping away as they stayed pressed together.

"So, sweets, when do you plan on taking me out?" Reader asked, breathless. Lloyd stared down at her, emerald eyes alight with awe.

"Friday, at 6. We're going somewhere fancy," Lloyd decided, smiling widely.

Reader giggled, using her grip on his head to tug him back down into a kiss, "Sounds good to me."

Morro (She/Her)

Morro was passed out on Readers couch, sleeping off the inherent exhaustion that came from his longer missions. She was curled against the side pressed against the couch, watching a movie on low so she wouldn't wake him.

Head resting on his shoulder, with his arm loosely wrapped around her side she couldn't help but blush, thinking about what people would say if they saw their position. It was intimate, even for friends. Her face had been warm the entire time they'd been cuddling, though she hoped he hadn't noticed.

Sudden movement from the hand on her hip startled her, making her glance down. Morro was rubbing at the exposed skin of her hip bone with his thumb.

"This alright?" He asked, voice a low rasp from just waking.

"Yeah," Reader mumbled, pressing her face into his chest. "Just fine. Perfect."

He chuckled, embarresing her further. They fell back into silence, though Reader's mind was running a thousand miles an hour.

"Hey, Morro?"

"Hmmm."

"Do you–" She cut herself off to sit up a bit to look him in the face. Morro's eyes were half-lidded but attentive. "Can I take you out? On-on a date?"

Morro's eyes sprang open as he gaped in shock. Fearfully, Reader began stuttering, "B-but not, not if you don't want too! Of course you don't have to agree! Just asking!" She tried to push the tears in her eyes back as Morro sat up, without saying anything.

With a gentleness few thought he was capable of, Morro rested a large hand on her cheek, forcing her to meet his dark grey-green eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

At her shocked expression, he laughed.

"Y-yeah."

Still grinning smugly, he pressed their lips together, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her close. He barely let her come up for air before diving back in, like she was his air.

Finally he let them seperate, panting slightly, "I'm taking you out. Friday night, wear something you can walk in."

"O-okay." Eagerly she leaned back in for another kiss making his grin as he met her in the middle.

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