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oxxytocinoverdose · 4 days ago

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can I request (platonic) kai + morro + reader in a workplace au? kai and morro are gossip buddies/friends and think reader is an arrogant asshole before actually speaking to them. in reality reader just has trouble adjusting to people in casual conversations because they have social anxiety... when kai and/or morro end up speaking to them reader is like a mouse & has a quiet voice and a slight stutter audibly caused by nerves... they all become friends hehe ^^

I wrote it and it didn’t save, so now I’m rewriting from memory and I’m a little antsy while writing this but I should be okay!! 😊 I wholeheartedly agree that Morro and Kai are gossips that won’t stfu. Didn’t Kai admit in Monstosity one of his flaws is that he can’t mind his own business?? Morro and Kai are really similar , both being impulsive , emotionally reactive , and prone to jealousy and all. I tried my best to make their personality differences blatant. I’m going to assume you’re referring to a corporate workplace, so that’s where the story will take place. I’m excited to write a protag with social anxiety cuz of my own experiences with it . I think I can make it really accurate. This took a while to research (corporate scares the shit out of me 💔) so sorry about the wait!

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Corporate!Workplace AU, reader can be of any gender, every relationship is platonic

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You’ve been working in the marketing department of Borg Industries for almost two weeks, and you still haven’t made any friends. You took the job of marketing automation because it required very little social interaction. You just had to develop working code in your little cubicle, and only really had to speak to your boss and the occasional fellow software developer for debugging and running tests and such. If the other employees had an issue running the websites you developed, the manager would go to you with their complaints. You thought you’d like it that way, but you’re so lonely. Every second you’re at work and you aren’t working, you’re wishing you were part of the conversation the people behind you were partaking in. They only ever ask for a pen or your stapler. You want to talk to people during lunch break, but you freeze at the entrance. You know just one more step forward and they’ll be looking at you, and multiple of them will start talking to you all at once. Or even worse, they don’t approach you at all— and you’re left wondering why they didn’t for the rest of your life. You just scurry back to your cubicle and eat there. It feels like highschool all over again.

Two of your exceptionally bored and talkative coworkers have noticed this. Morro, risk analyst of the department , and Kai, who’s behind Borg Industries’ social media. You’re refilling coffee while watching them talk. Kai doesn’t really realize how loud he is.

“Pay up.” Kai leans over Morro’s cubicle, hand outstretched.

“Can’t I just buy you a drink?” Morro leans back in his chair, arms crossed like there’s no way Kai’s gonna get any money out of him.

“If I agree now, you’ll get me some cheap shit.”

“Obviously. Are you expecting some expensive wine? It doesn’t even matter. They both get you drunk.”

“A bet’s a bet! You were wrong.”

“..We should wait longer..”

“You-…”

You realize what this is about. Kai had posted something snarky about a competing tech company. Morro said he shouldn’t, predicting it’d affect our sales by making the company look immature to the older demographic. Morro was surprisingly, wrong. Sales boosted, follower count went up.

“I swear to God, Kai. Sales are gonna plummet ‘cause of your bullshit. The increase in sales is just because of younger people who thrive off of drama and conflict making impulse purchases. Our consistent customers are old! They think stuff like what you tweeted is immature.”

“I’m still gonna think stuff like that is funny when I’m 40.”

“Well not everybody’s as immature as you.”

“Riiiight, Riight. You’re wearing black nail polish to work.”

“That’s tame as hell!”

Kai slides his chair out of his cubicle and up next to Morro., before speaking again. “Stop talking about work at work, that’s not what work’s for.” He grabs a piece of gum from Morro’s desk.

“That’s exactly what work’s for.”

“When’d you get so boring?”

“Alright, alright. What’d you overhear, huh?”

“Chase is making like, triple what we are.”

“That’s it? That’s your drama? And I’m the boring one?”

“What?!”

“Nothing fun about salary talk.”

“Ohhh, so you wanna hear about what’s going on in peoples’ personal lives, don’t you?”

“.. You know me.”

“I’m pretty sure the boss of the sales department’s getting chewed up for trying to fuck his secretary. Mr. Thompson?”

“No way.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“‘Course I do. The more money someone makes in this place, the more of a scumbag they end up.”

“Is that why you want a raise so bad? Wanna let your true colors show through?”

“Oh whatever, you whore… You’re one promotion away from being just like Thompson.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You flirt with eeeeverybody.”

“I do not.”

“I’ll ask around, then! Everyone’s got a story regarding you.. you look at ‘em a little long, touch their hand trying to show them how to work a machine.”

“You sound jealous.”

“I would’ve beat the shit out of you if you tried that with me.”

“Not that. Gross. I’m saying you wish you had the confidence to be like me.”

“To try to sleep with everyone? Yeah, right.”

“Woah. Hey. I’m not trying to go home with them or anything… I’m just, trying to create some tension.. it’s fun, sometimes they stutter.”

“… Why do I even talk to you?”

You laugh, smiling down at your cup. When you look up, you realize you didn’t watch your volume properly— because they’re both looking up at you like, “What’s funny?”. Now you’re convinced they think you’re a stalker.

You go back to your cubicle, far away from them, mood now dimmed. You don’t hear what they say.

“You talk too loud.” Morro mutters to Kai being taking a sip of his drink.

“Maybe I should be able to talk without people staring at us.”

“Alright, they’re a little nosy, yeah, but you—“

“A little?”

“..I mean, they’re always staring at somebody. But whenever someone tries to talk to them they just leave.”

“They got one of the higher ups to come stalk us.. make sure we’re doing our work.”

“You ‘n your conspiracy theories… well, you might be onto something, though..”

“I’m gonna ask.”

“You— you’re gonna ask the potential spy if they’re a spy?”

“You seriously believe my conspiracy?”

“…Well..”

About an hour later, you’re doing your daily look into the break room, contemplating if you should enter and start a conversation. You never end up doing it. This time, though, Kai comes to you and walks with you to your cubicle, leaving you unable to just fuck off like you want to.

“How’re you liking the place?”

“..It’s okay..”

“How do you feel about our boss?”

“He’s alright..”

“How long you think you’re gonna stay here?”

“Not sure..”

“Why’re you always running away from everybody here?”

“…uhhhhhh…”

You didn’t even notice Morro there as well. They seem to hang out with eachother often. “I mean, no offense, just seems like you think you’re better than us or something.”

Morro lightly kicks Kai in the ankle, “Hey..”

“I’m just curious! I’m not trying to be mean..!”

“I.. j-j..” This is mortifying. The people you wanna be friends with think you’re rude. You wish your resting face wasn’t so bitchy. You wish you could just approach people, like others do. “Kai” Morro looks irritated. “It’s just— why’re you always deathstarin’ us?? What did we do to you? Why do you never talk bad about our boss? Were you— like, sent here or something?”

“Kai!” Morro puts his hand on Kai’s shoulder, making him face him. “Come on. They’re just shy. Can’t you tell?”

“I’m not-“

“Not everyone wants to make their presence known the way you do , alright? Relax, you’re starting to sound like an asshole.”

Kai turns back to you. Your eyes are still wide, and you’re picking at the skin on your fingers without even realizing. Guilt creeps onto both their faces. Kai feels like he was acting like a highschool bully.

“..Sorry, sorry..”

“It- it’s okay! I’m not actually really good at like, talking. I’m sorry. But I’m … working in marketing, like you guys .. and I’m um, like 3 cubicles behind you..”

This is awful. You’re rambling about things they already know. You even mention your name, as if this is your first day here. Somehow, this actually.. works? They insist you sit with them. And this happens the next day. And the next, and the next. And then it happens outside of lunch. And you start to find yourself walking up to their cubicles while working. They find themselves telling you what they’ve heard around the workplace. You find yourself hanging out with them after work. You notice that you stutter less. You join Morro in making fun of Kai with giving everybody flirty looks, and you join Kai in making fun of Morro for the scowl that never seems to leave his face. In turn, they make fun of your stutter occasionally. You’ve learned to live with it.

“Chase isn’t here ‘cause he’s hungover! I’m telling you!” Kai insists. Morro doesn’t look away form his computer . “That’s such bullshit.. I came to work hungover like, twenty times…”

“That doesn’t sound like.. a good thing..” You reply.

“You aren’t impressed by my high alcohol tolerance?”

“It’s definitely not high if you got hungover twenty times , you dipshit.” Kai’s playing catch with himself using a pen.

“Don’t talk to me like that if you’re gonna keep stealing my gum.”

You laugh, and this time, no weird stares. You finally have friends.

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#lego ninjago #ninjago fanfiction #morrowind #morro wu #ninjago morro #kai ninjago #kai smith #kai jiang

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oxxytocinoverdose · 6 days ago

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You are carrying the Morro nation😭 I want to request something, if your requests are still open, of course!

if you could write smut? Morro x female reader? I understand if you’re uncomfortable writing it.

Carrying Morro Nation ಥ﹏ಥ You really think that? It makes me so happy to hear , thank you for the support. To answer what you’re wondering- yes my requests are open for atleast the next 2 months, and yes I am comfortable with writing smut. The reason i don’t write it is because it’s difficult to appeal to peoples’ sexual preferences in a fic. Something specific to stories with smut is: when a character does something that turns somebody off- they’re more than likely to just click off, atleast in my experience 😭 furthermore, Smut’s pretty challenging to write and don’t think it would be as good as the fluff or angst I write. I’m only gonna improve if I try though :) I decided to make the reader the sub cuz I think that’s what most female fans of his are into. thanks for the rec. Disclamer !! He is not high to the point where he can’t consent in this fic.

Dirty Laundry ˚.🎀༘⋆

Morro x F!Reader, Ressurected!Morro AU. Contains smut, Sub!Reader.

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You like him when he’s on something. Whether he just took an edible or he drank tea with shrooms boiled into it, his gaze just relaxes. His eyes aren’t upturned anymore, his forehead isn’t scrunched up like it always is. Of course you love his forever frowny face, but it’s nice to see a change of pace.

He’s bolder now, body language communicating that he’s open, that he wants you on him, or your mouth on him— with the way he’s splayed out on your couch, the way his words are slurring. He’d probably get annoyed with himself if he was sober.

“You look so pretty.. stop teasin’ me..” He frogblinks at you, little smile on his face.

“You are such a spoiled brat. Me wanting to fold my laundry before touching you is me teasing you?”

“Yes. You have your boyfriend over and you’re doing chores instead of paying attention to him..”

“I started doing this two minutes ago, and I’m practically done. I paid all my attention to you the rest of the time.”

“Hmph. You n’ your logic, always have to have the last word… can’t let me have anything…”

You shoot him a puzzled look , wondering what this guy’s even mad about. But like a 4 year old, he gets over whatever it was a moment later, when he scoots over on the couch to touch your arm.

“Forget about your laundry. Do it after I leave.” He mutters while patting your arm.

“Oh come on. You weren’t talking to me before I started folding it. Now that I’m making myself busy, you’re just dying for me to talk to you? You’re such an attention whore.”

“That stopped being an insult the hundreth time y’said it.”

“You identify with that label now? Attention whore?”

“Neversaidthat”

You fold your panties in half, right when a sickly, desperate hand meets wrist.

“Izzat yours?” He grumbles

“No, it’s yours.” You snatch it back. “It’s frilly with bows on it. Who the hell do you think it belongs to?”

“Can I have it?”

That one actually renders you speechless for a second. “No! It was expensive.”

“You’ve gotten me pricier gifts…”

“I haven’t even told you how much it cost..” You set your stack of clothes aside, turning your body toward him and peering into his eyes. “Are you always this horny after taking an edible?”

“I’m practically sober..”

“Right. So all this desperation is just your default, huh?”

His grin doesn’t falter. “Only for you.”

You smile. “You’re too good at this. Come here.” You put your hand behind his head and lean into his face. The kiss was supposed to be short, but he won’t pull away. He’s gotten his tongue involved, so you know he’s very serious about full on making out.

He’s got lungs of steel ; Kissing him is a workout. You’re out of breath by the time he pulls away. His hands are on your shoulders, gripping on before he moves his mouth over to your throat. You can tell his placement is deliberate, because he’s about to give you a hickey in a spot you need a shitton of foundation to cover up. He knows you don’t wanna waste all your product like that, and aren’t interested in wearing scarves and turtlenecks over the summer— so you’ll just have to wear the mark he left on you out in the open, in plain sight. You would’ve told him to stop if you didn’t like it. He knows that.

You’re gripping onto his hair, whimpering as he’s sucking onto the delicate skin of your neck. He presses on it a little bit after pulling away, which makes you wince and frown at him. He’s just grinning back, because he knows you aren’t opposed to it at all.

His thumb’s playing with your bra strap, so you tell him to cut the shit and to just take it off. And somehow, he does it with more coordination than you can, without even having to look at it. He wants pussy that bad.

He slides his hand under the band of your sweats. You put your on top.

“All this, and you’ve still got a jacket on… I wanna see something good looking too, you know…”

“So my face isn’t good-looking? Thass what you’re saying?”

“No, it’s not what I’m saying and you know that.” You take his jacket off, and he complies by pulling his arms out of the sleeves.

“Can’you prove it?”

“What?”

“Look at my face the entire time?”

“…That’s.. gonna be hard, you know..”

“Not’f you think I’m as good looking azzyou say I am.”

“God, you will just use anything to your advantage.Won’t you?”

He doesn’t confirm or deny. He just continues where he left off ; at your hips, until you're just in your underwear, something he can easily slide to the side.

He lays you down on your couch, one leg wrapped around his hip, the other dangling off the surface. “Atleast put a towel down.” You complain, but there’s no real bite to it. You’ll live.

“Don’t feel like it…”

You’re soaked, but he keeps marking up your neck— like he wants to really drive that ownership point home when he finishes inside— that the love bites are just the beginning, they’re just the part other people can see.

“Oh and I’m the tease, yeah?” You tilt your head back, which just gives him more room. “ ‘S called foreplay…”

“it’s excessive.”

“Don’ tellme whattuhdo”

You groan, letting him pin you down and plant red bruises all over your upper body. You reach for the zipper of his pants when he grabs your wrist and holds it down. He doesn’t say anything but gives you a look that communicates, “Seriously? You thought I’d let you?”

You’re about to start tuning it out when he abruptly pulls your hand out of his hair and moves back to where your ankles are. He lifts one up and places it over his shoulder. You hear his zipper being undone.

You feel him press against your soaked entrance. Just the head of his cock is wrapped around your warmth for a few seconds before he adjusts his position, pushes in, and sinks himself into your cunt, which elicits a sharp gasp from you. He’ll go from doing something that barely counts as touching— to fucking you like he’s trying to split you down the middle. You hold onto the armrest of the couch, panting as he experiments with what angle he wants you to cum on his cock in.

He’s so grateful for birth control at this moment, ‘cause he can’t imagine pulling out before finishing. You likely won’t get pregnant. And if you do? He’s not at all opposed to being the reason why. He’s thrilled to, even if you guys aren’t really ready yet.

“You aren’t lookin’at me”

“It’s hard… and awkward..”

“Ohhhh. Izzit? Then I guess you don’t have to anymore…” he rolls his eyes. “C’mon, baby. You can do it. Don’t get shy on me. You weren’t shy when you called me ‘n attention whore.”

“As if that’s even comparable…”

He takes your jaw in his hands. Not gripping, just holding between his fingers. Not forcing you to stare at him, but encouraging. And it works. You cave, you sink your back deeper into the couch and stare up at him, only ever looking away when you have to roll your eyes back ‘cause it feels so good. His response to you saying he’s in too deep will either be to try to go deeper, or to apologize and pull back a little. You can never predict what he’s gonna do, and in this case, he’s determined to cum inside of you.

He lowers his body, the space above his dick rubbing onto your clit with every movement of his hips. When he feels the warm walls of your cunt clench around him, he groans— any determination in his face disappearing and being replaced with a look of bliss. He’s loud, moaning incoherent variations of “fuck” “please” “shit” “ugh” “god” in your ear, into your chest, into your neck. If you weren’t so overwhelmed yourself, you’d call it cute how he can’t control himself when he feels a lot at once. Your whole apartment complex probably knows by now what a satisfied boyfriend he is.

You feel him throb inside you, matching the same pulsating rhythm as your own orgasm. His grip on your trembling thighs doesn’t get weaker, despite his control over his voice faltering.

His warm, thick, gooey release fills you up— and it wipes the thoughts from your brain for a couple seconds. What you can still comprehend though, is him muttering how it “feel’sogood” into your chest.

Minutes go by, and the space where you guys are connected is sticky. He pulls back a little, a string of cum connecting his cock to your cunt. Neither of your senses are sharp, but you manage to notice him taking the underwear he took off of you into his hand. “Answer’s still no… you can’t have it..”

“You’re so mean.”

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oxxytocinoverdose · 6 days ago

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It’s just prettier than the regular -.

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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oxxytocinoverdose · 7 days ago

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Clumsy Kai canon???

Why does Kai always drops what he is holding when he spins even if a glass or his sword or even himself! 😭🤣

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oxxytocinoverdose · 8 days ago

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can i please get vampire reader x morro comfort... reader tries to keep their vampirism a secret but fails miserably because theyve been starving then they see morro accidentally nick his hand... something is so obviously wrong with reader as they get oddly squeamish at the sight of literal drops of blood

Can I just say, I love this idea!! Because of how different the rules vampires have to follow get, depending on the mythology / media the vampire is from- I’ve taken bits and pieces of “vampire rules” to write the reader. Of course the need for blood will stay in though. I decided to not specify the reader’s gender because it wasn’t mentioned. For the sake of the fic we will pretend blood transmitted diseases do not exist! Additionally, I describe the reader as pale in the beginning. What I mean by pale is a desaturated skintone, not a light one. so readers of any skin tone and ethnicity , can imagine their skin tone , but with much less saturation and vibrancy! Hope you like my characterization of Morro! 👉👈

Something for blood ´ཀ`

Morro x Vampire!Reader, reader can be of any gender, Resurrected!Morro AU , Use of enchanted necklace to protect vampire from sunlight.

photo cred for teeth: @hvsxc on Pinterest

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You moved to Ninjago for him. And you’re hoping you could control your dna for him, too. You hope people can’t tell how pale you’ve gotten. How easily you sunburn, how hoarse your voice sounds and how your palms are almost the same shade as Zane’s gi. However, you’d be surprised if Morro didn’t notice. He stares at you like he’s playing detective. “Have you been eating, lately?” “You know you need black eyeliner for it to be goth makeup right?” “Take this from somebody who lived in the cursed realm- you sound like death.”, “Do you ever take that necklace off?”. You would attribute his habit of looking you up and down, to him having a naturally intense gaze. But the hint of a smile he gets on his face every time you start to fidget with your hands, would tell you he gets a kick out of it.

You thought the blood you extracted from animal meat there would be enough to satisfy you, but it isn’t the same as it is back home. It doesn’t have that metallic taste. It’s not as thick, nor is it as salty as you’re used to. You know all the glucose in human blood is what makes it so good. But you can’t live like that here. For him, you need to change.

So you’ve tried. You kept it a secret for two entire months— but the change in your diet is far too drastic for your body to keep up with, and signs start to show. You have Morro over at your place. You’re reading a book he got you, when you hear the bathroom door open. “Can I live here? The shower at the monastery blows. Takes ages to get hot, water pressure’s bipolar..”

“I wish you’d live here.. but you can’t be bothered to walk 10 minutes from here to the monastery to train, can you?”

“I can’t be putting you in danger like that.. you know how often that monastery gets attacked? Like, bi-weekly. People find out there’s a ninja living here? This entire apartment building’s fucked.”

“You could always quit for me.”, You joke. You know what working there means for him right now. You’d never ask him to leave. He rolls his eyes at your suggestion and dries his hair with a towel in front of your mirror. His eyes peer into a small crack in it, from when you’d bumped it against something too hard when moving in.

“There’s a crack in your mirror.”

”Alright Clutch Powers. What’re you inspecting my mirror for? What do you get out of informing me?”

He moves his finger over to it to assess the depth of the missing shard. You hear him snatch his hand back, and the sound of him kissing his teeth in pain.

“Oh, shit. Baby, you alright..? Did you cut yourself?”

“I’m fine. I’m not a kid. No need to hover over me.. though, a tissue would be great, thanks.”

“Mhm.. where’s that ‘Don’t try to help’ energy now, huh?” Your eyes peer down to the cut, the blood flowing from underneath his thumb- which he’s kept there to prevent himself from bleeding out. You swallow your spit, looking at the wound longer than you intended to. Obviously, he noticed. What doesn’t he notice?

“What are you looking at? It’s practically a paper cut.” You shake your head and walk get him some toilet paper from the bathroom. He’s bled a bit onto your floor. You’re thinking about what a waste it is.. warm blood, fresh from the human body onto the dirty floor. You wipe it, but have to hide how upset it makes you from him. Too bad he’s already caught on. When you stare at his finger, part of your bottom lip under your canines, eyes lidded like you’re staring at something you need. He looks up from the tissue and at your face, raising his brow and narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

“What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing, what?”

“You licked your lip at my cut, you’re looking at the blood on the ground like it offended you.”

“I did not- why do you even notice all this random shit? Are you here to date me or investigate me?”

“Don’t even. Stop ignoring what I pointed out.” “My lips were dry. And maybe I just don’t want blood on my floor..?”

“You were watching me wipe off the blood like— like you wanted to suck me off or something.”

“I think you’re just perverted.”

“I think I’m onto something, cause you still can’t pull your eyes away from my finger!”

You look up again, this time in shame and guilt. Not just because of your vampirism , but because you lied to him. Because you keep lying to him. Because you don’t want to fold so easily. He’s starting to think this is a fetish for you or something. And of course he’s gonna lean into that. He waves his hand in front of you, bringing his pointer finger — the injured one, up to your face, his other hand behind your back. “What? You like it? You like that I’m bleeding out? You like knowin I got hurt? You little sadist.” “Stop it..” Your pupils head to the center of your face, unable to stay away from his cut. You look crosseyed, and he thinks that’s so cute, so he persists. “This getting you all hot and bothered? You-“

You whimper and grab his wrist, the one with the injury, and your wide eyes hone in on the blood. That shuts him up. For a good 4 seconds.

“What.. is up with you..? I’m not gonna judge, just tell me.. you’re kinda freaking me out..”

“N-no…”

“No what? You don’t wanna tell me?”

You’re having trouble thinking critically right now, with your hands shaking around his. But you figure.. you’ve already blown it. What’s the pint of trying to hide it anymore?

“You’re gonna leave me..”

“Atleast tell me what it is before making that assumption.”

“That isn’t helping!” Your eyes are red and watery, threatening to shed tears with one more wrong word. Or right word. With time. He realizes just how serious this is, and how even if it is something really bad- he can’t tell you that. He can’t propose to you the possibility of him leaving. “I’m not gonna go. Just tell me, please. I need you to trust me.” He guides you over to the bed, and you both sit at the edge. You’re sniffling, grip on his hand loosening. “You know Domu. Lots of different creatures and stuff. Their own provinces.” He travelled pretty much everywhere as an kid after leaving Wu. He knew a lot of places.

“..That place with a bunch of monks?

“…Well, they’re like, 30 percent of the population so I guess— but, it’s got a lot more of that. It’s-.. got.. vampires, you know..?”

“..Yeah..? I’ve met a couple. They’re just like anybody else.”

You blink, expecting more of a reaction from him.

“What..? Was that your big secret? You’re a vampire?”

“I.. well, yeah..? What, did you know?”

He almost laughs. He didn’t know, but the refusal to go out in daylight without your necklace- the hatred you have for garlic, those sharp canines he’s always calling hot. The hints were there.

“… well, I guess I suspected it, but they’ve got this crazy attachment to where they live… so I didn’t expect you to be so far from home… aren’t- aren’t you starving? Is that why you’ve been getting paler? God, I knew I should’ve said something!”

You blink again. He’s upset because you’re away from home. You can’t drink the type of blood you need. He doesn’t care that you need it. He doesn’t care that you get the insatiable urge to sink your teeth into random people and get them sent to the hospital in dire need of blood.

“..But- you know what we are. You know how we are, especially outside of Domu-“

“No, I don’t know what you’re so worried about, actually. Enlighten me.”

“..Ah.. I’m getting these thoughts, all the time- people just passing by— and, and I just get hungry the way I did when you hurt your finger, and I feel hungry before I feel empathy- and that’s just so fucked up-“

“It’s your biology to wanna drink blood. Cattle in Domu sustains you, right? But the meat in Ninjago doesn’t? No shit you’re antsy. It’s like if a human person stopped eating protein altogether, they’d get weak. They’d crave stuff with it, no?”

“Biology isn’t an excuse..”

“It is when you’re still a decent person. You have self control, you have morals. You don’t just do what you want. And I can’t be talking about decent people anyway..”

“Morro..”

“Stop it, if you wanna tell me how great and kind and loving I am, it can wait for when the conversation isn’t about you. This one’s about you. And I’m telling you that you aren’t a cruel person for having needs! You aren’t getting your needs in a way that hurts anybody anyway, are you?”

“I- I haven’t been here long. Who knows what I’ll do when those needs become too much?”

“Well you should’ve told me sooner. We’ll try to get you the kind of blood you need. Without hurting anybody. Why.. why are you here anyway? Don’t get me wrong, I want you here- but, why’d you stay after the monastery didn’t need you anymore?”

“I stayed for you. I didn’t wanna live far from you.”

You can pinpoint the moment his heart melts. He pulls you into his arms, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“You left the only place that promised you a stable source of nutrition to be able to see me more often? You left everything you’re used to , family, home, environment, social expectations - all that, for my company?”

“Don’t undermine your company like that..”

He kisses the top of your head, rubbing your back.

“If anything, this made me fall in love with you more.”

Now he can pinpoint the moment your heart melts. He just loves you so unconditionally.

He’s trying to convince you to drink a little out of his cut. You’d feel insane for that. People at home do that with their romantic partners.. however, it feels like it’d be too much to do with Morro, since he isn’t a vampire.

“It’s not like we’re gonna get you the blood you need very soon. Come on, don’t torture yourself. You probably won’t find anyone else that lets you do it.”

You comply, having needed this. He calls it hot, then takes it back, asking if it’s offensive or something- to make your biology a sexual thing.

“…Not to me, no. Sounds like you’re the one with the kink.” “If it is one, I just discovered it. Cut me some slack, alright?”

You’ve never felt more loved and accepted in your entire life.

also I’m not imagining things , Domu is a real place in Ninjago 🙏

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