HIIIIII I love your fics. Very awesome and I wanna request too🫶
Morro x Ghost Reader, I want their relationship to be kinda vague, are they friends, lovers, partners? All of the above? Who knows!! (Still want romantic undertones huaha)
If you need a recap of the character he shows up in Season 5 while his backstory is in episode 2
I imagine they met one day and just kinda stayed in each others lives. Street rats that just stuck together!! (Please give them a sort of friendly-rivalry type of relationship! They'd rock-paper-scissor over who gets the bigger piece of chicken or something, but he tried treating it like it's more serious than it is 😭)
Then they were searching in the trash outside of the Spinjitsu monastery and that's when Sensei Wu caught them and decided to take them in and train them under his wing. Just like Morro the Reader too has elemental powers, but the exact power doesn't need to be specified. They compete over who's going to be the Green Ninja and when it's Reader's turn it turns out she isn't the chosen one! But she accepts it and wishes the best for Morro who's hopes would only go up just for it to turn out he too wouldn't be the Green Ninja. Instead of Morro leaving by himself the Reader goes with him because she doesn't believe he'll make it out in the world by himself. Which is true because they both end up dying (holy moly)
I kinda just wanna see interactions between the two trying to fulfill their mission to the Preeminent. I like the idea of both of them being super serious about the mission just to have small moments where they get to have time with one another, hints of flirting but not quite. Friendly pushes, and banter like the old times. 🥲 They died together in their first life and return to the departed realm together as well.
YOU SAID TO ADD DETAIL SO I DID, SORRY FOR YAPPING, YOUR WORKS ARE FIRE
I luv u so much and I absolutely despise u 😭 I said I luv u so much before reading this it's so bitter sweet right up my alley `(*∩_∩*)′
Hunger was an old friend. It lingered in the pit of your stomach from the moment you woke until you finally found something worth calling a meal. Some days it was stale bread. Other days it was fruit bruised beyond what merchants could sell.
Today, you and Morro were crouched beside a pile of discarded crates behind a busy market, digging through whatever had been thrown away with the hope that one of you would find something edible before the stray cats did.
"Anything?" Morro called from the next crate over, his voice muffled by the wooden box he was practically halfway inside. "Nothing" you called out from your crate moving to the next. A moment later he emerged holding up a small loaf of bread with a triumphant grin. It was slightly crushed, and one end had started to go stale, but compared to the empty crates you'd searched all morning, it was a feast. You couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips as you dusted off your hands and walked over.
Tucked beneath the loaf was a small piece of roasted chicken, no bigger than the palm of your hand. Morro held it up between the two of you before a knowing smile spread across both your faces. Neither of you said a word, you simply stepped back, raised your hand, and counted in unison.
"Rock... paper... scissors!" Your paper covered his rock. Morro let out an exaggerated sigh before holding out the larger piece with mock reluctance. "A deal's a deal."
You accepted your prize with a grin, breaking off a smaller bite and handing it back to him anyway. "You always do that," he muttered.
"And you always act surprised."
It had always been like this, if one of you found food, the other ate too, if one got chased out of the market by an angry shopkeeper, the other wasn't far behind. The two of you never talked about how you met or why neither of you ever left, It simply happened. Somewhere between shared meals, scraped knees, and countless nights spent beneath the same worn-out blanket, the streets stopped feeling quite so lonely.
𓂃𓂂𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓈒◌܀𖥧𖧧 ˒˒.·˚ ₊˚ˑ𓆸𓂃𓂂𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓈒◌܀𖥧𖧧 ˒˒.·˚ ₊˚ˑ𓆸
"We're running out of places to look," you muttered, brushing the crumbs from your hands. Morro glanced toward the mountain path overlooking the city. "There's one place we haven't checked."
You followed his gaze. Nestled high above the streets stood a quiet monastery. People rarely wandered near it, which meant there was always a chance something useful had been tossed aside unnoticed. "Worth a shot," you said with a shrug.
Together, the two of you made your way up the winding path, unaware that the search for another meal was about to change your lives forever.
The monastery grounds were almost unnervingly quiet. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the faint sound of birds in the distance. You and Morro split up without saying a word, checking behind barrels, peeking into baskets, and searching anywhere scraps might have been tossed aside. "Find anything?" you called, lifting the lid of another empty crate.
"Unless you're hungry for dust," Morro replied, brushing his hands together. You let out a disappointed sigh. "Maybe we should've stayed in the market." Before Morro could answer, a calm voice spoke from behind you. "I don't believe you'll find much to eat there." The two of you spun around to look at the unfamiliar figure.
Standing a few feet away was an older man dressed in flowing robes. His expression was gentle, you instinctively take a cautious step back. Morro shifted ever so slightly in front of you without thinking, his shoulders squared as if he could somehow shield the both of you.
The man's eyes lingered on the two of you for only a moment before dropping his gaze to the empty basket at your feet. His expression softened.
"Come with me. The kitchen has more than enough to share."
𓂃𓂂𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓈒◌܀𖥧𖧧 ˒˒.·˚ ₊˚ˑ𓆸𓂃𓂂𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓈒◌܀𖥧𖧧 ˒˒.·˚ ₊˚ˑ𓆸
Wu watched the two of you eat without interruption, only speaking once the bowls had been emptied. "You don't have to return to the streets," he said gently. "If you wish, you may stay here. The monastery has room for those willing to learn." The offer hung in the air for a moment. You looked at Morro, and he looked back at you with the same disbelief you felt. Neither of you had ever been offered a place to belong before. After a brief glance, the decision was made without a single word. You both nodded.
The first few weeks were... strange. Sleeping indoors took some getting used to, and neither of you could shake the habit of hiding bits of food in your sleeves for later. More than once, Wu found a piece of bread tucked beneath your pillow or caught Morro trying to sneak fruit out of the kitchen. He never scolded either of you. Instead, he'd simply remind you that there would still be food tomorrow.
Training quickly became your favorite part of the day. Every lesson turned into a competition, though neither of you ever admitted it aloud. If Wu asked for ten laps around the courtyard, the two of you sprinted to see who could finish first.
"First one to the top!" you shouted, taking off before Wu had even finished explaining the exercise. "Hey!" Morro called, scrambling after you. "That doesn't count!" He huffed and puffed and blew the house down
"You're just slow!" You yelled back looking back to see his face "I'm letting you get ahead."
"Keep telling yourself that."
During sparring, every clean hit was followed by a smug grin from the winner and an eye roll from the loser. Even sweeping the training grounds somehow became a race.
The library became your favorite hiding place whenever training grew exhausting. One afternoon, you sat cross-legged on the floor, completely absorbed in an old scroll until someone plucked it from your hands.
"You've been reading that for an hour."
You looked up to find Morro holding the scroll just out of reach. "Give it back." You tried taking it from his hands before he quickly countered moving it further with a smug grin "Only if you admit I'm the better student."
"...Worth a try." He handed the scroll back with an exaggerated sigh before dropping down beside you.
"What are you thinking about?" you said without looking up, morro glanced over with confusion. "You always frown when you're thinking, kinda like a balding old man." You continued
You finally looked up, unable to hide your smile. "You're doing it right now."
He immediately relaxed his face, not saying anything until both your faces contorted to a funny face A laugh finally escaped both of you. Life felt lighter than it ever had on the streets.
As the years passed, your elemental powers continued to grow. Wu praised your determination just as often as he praised Morro's talent, encouraging both of you to improve without comparing one another.
Even so, the possibility of becoming the Green Ninja lingered in the back of your minds. It wasn't something either of you spoke about often, but the dream quietly settled between every training session and every lesson.
When the day finally arrived, you stepped forward first. Your heart pounded as Wu observed you in silence, waiting for something to happen. After a long pause, he offered a sympathetic smile. It wasn't you. The disappointment stung, but only for a moment. Turning to Morro, you gave him an encouraging smile and nudged his shoulder. "Looks like it's your turn."
The confidence on Morro's face slowly faded as his own test ended the same way, silence filled the courtyard. You knew that look all too well, it was the same expression he wore as a child whenever he'd lost something that truly mattered.
You wanted to tell him everything would be alright, but the words caught in your throat before they could leave. The days that followed were quieter.
Morro trained longer than, pushing himself until exhaustion forced him to stop. Every attempt to cheer him up was met with a small smile that never quite reached his eyes. You stayed by his side anyway, even when you could tell he didn't want company.
Some evenings the two of you spoke for hours. Other nights, you simply sat together in silence, watching the wind move through the trees.
One morning, his room was empty, you knew exactly where he had gone. without stopping to think, you hurried down the mountain path until you spotted him standing alone, his back turned toward the monastery.
"I figured you'd come after me," he said quietly.
"Yeah well, I figured you'd need someone to keep you out of trouble." You nudged his side with a small smile gracing your face. He let out the faintest laugh before shaking his head. "You should go back." He didn't sound too sure of his own words, if he really wanted to leave you behind until he heard your words.
"I don't think so." You continued to smile. He didn't argue after that.
𓂃𓂂𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓈒◌܀𖥧𖧧 ˒˒.·˚ ₊˚ˑ𓆸𓂃𓂂𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓈒◌܀𖥧𖧧 ˒˒.·˚ ₊˚ˑ𓆸
Psst over here did I mention I despise you 😒 I should have added heavy angst I hope your happy with Morro's 3 seconds of screen time in s4 I haven't watched yet don't spoil ᓀ‸ᓂ
In all seriousness I loved this request (*ˊᗜˋ*)ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ
