#nonbinary morro

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: LEGO Ninjago Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Morro (Ninjago), Cole (Ninjago), Other(s) Additional Tags: Nonbinary Character, Nonbinary Morro (Ninjago), Neopronouns Summary:

Morro is nonbinary, but no one else knows that. All the ninja know is that Morro hates living with them and is constantly lashing out. Eventually, things come to a head.

to anyone just introduced to the au, harial is morro. in the au morro was a name given to them by the preeminent, and harial is their dead name (theyre nonbinary). this takes place in the past.

its not my best writing nor am i very proud of it but eh whatever

A loud knock jolted the boy from his sleep. His head jerked up from where it had been buried in his pillow and he stared at the door blankly for a few seconds. The boy was vaguely aware of the dried tears staining his cheeks from last night’s sob session, and he raised one hand to try and wipe them off with his sleeve.

“Harial,” the voice that spoke up was stern and frustrated, making the boy- Harial, as he had been called- squirm unpleasantly. “Get out here, I don’t have time for this. I’ve been trying to wake you up for half an hour now.”

Harial paused, silently wondering if it had been that long. He got up nonetheless, refusing to dwell on how much he likely upset his temporary caretaker. Wu was out for the summer to try and find new students — he was mostly looking for other Elemental Masters, but so far everyone was too old or too young. So he was given to the former Master of Time, Aeturnus, until Wu would return.

When the door opened, Harial’s hand swiftly slipping off of the doorknob (he always hated the feel of metal), the older man gave a relieved sigh. He stood a good height taller than Harial, who, even though he was already nearly ten, was significantly short. His mop of black hair was a lot neater than his sons’ hair.

Speaking of those sons, the sound of yelling and scuffling in a nearby area made Harial realize the pair were probably nearby. Aeturnus seemed to come to the same conclusion, letting out an exhausted sigh and not saying anything else to Harial. The boy watched as he walked off towards the direction of the twins, left hovering awkwardly without anything to do.

Harial watched the empty hallway for a few seconds before heading back into his room, snagging the hairbrush that rested on the counter as he went. He settled on the edge of the pale white bed, brushing the tangles from his hair.

“Hari!” The youngest of the twins, Acronix, suddenly appeared in the room with a flash of green light. Harial jumped, staring at him, as the twin grinned widely in a sort of triumphant way. “I got you something, since your dad is out and can’t do it. You wanna see? I promise you’ll like it!”

Harial blinked in confusion but slowly nodded, scooting aside on the seat. Acronix let out a laugh and shut the door so no one else would come in. His hands were tight around a cardboard box that Harial didn’t really notice before. He moved to sit beside the boy, resting the box on the bed between the two of them, and flipped open the lid.

“Take a look, Hari,” Acronix encouraged, moving to cross his legs. His grin never faded. “I got him off the streets and it looked like he had bad owners before so I thought that you would do better. It is your birthday after all!”

It was? Harial didn’t realize it was his birthday, he never really kept track. He didn’t dwell on this that long either, leaning forwards to look into the box. His eyes widened when they met the form of a small kitten, it's fluffy grey-and-white fur poofed up from alarm. Acronix watched on, eagerly awaiting Harial’s reaction.

“Won’t your dad get mad that you brought a cat home?” Harial asked, his voice as quiet as it usually was. He looked up, meeting Acronix’s gaze while carefully slipping a hand in to let the kitten investigate.

Acronix looked as if he hadn’t even thought of that — which, to be fair, he probably hadn’t. His grin fell and he hesitated, looking to the door of the room. He had left Krux behind to deal with their father, figuring since his brother was more of the type to care about rules he would have a way to evade Aeturnus’ punishments. The two of them didn’t really feel like cleaning the entire house again, even if they were allowed to use their powers this time.

“Krux will handle it,” Acronix said after a moment, turning to look back at Harial. He was smiling again. “Just enjoy your present, Hari, you deserve it.”

Harial cast a half-smile, carefully lifting the kitten from the box once he was sure he wasn't going to scare him away. The kitten mewled in surprise but went with it, leaning into Harial once he was close enough. Acronix got back up, him and the box vanishing in a green light with only a yell of “goodbye-have-a-nice-day” as he went. The boy laughed and forgot about cleaning himself up, focusing on the cat, whom he decided to name Thunder.

—

When Harial was eventually called down for dinner, he had to leave Thunder in his room. He wasn’t very happy about it but he decided he could sneak the kitten some food later. As he neared the kitchen, it was clear Acronix and Krux were arguing again, based off the raised voices and exchanged insults of two small children. Both of them were nearing their eleventh birthday, only a year older than Harial himself.

Aeturnus scolding the twins was the last thing Harial heard before entering the kitchen, staring at the mess before him. Krux had managed to get his brother pinned down, his hand digging hard into the other’s back. Acronix was struggling, both his eyes and hands glowing brightly as he prepared his powers. One of the chairs was toppled over, likely Acronix’s chair.

Reluctantly, Krux got off his brother, adding one last kick into Acronix’s side — it was a light kick, but the boy rolled over with an exaggerated groan nonetheless. “Stop being so dramatic, Nix,” Krux scoffed, lifting Acronix’s chair with his bright yellow powers as he went to his own. “You’re the one who started it.”

“Damn it, Krux!” Aeturnus sighed, spotting Harial in the doorway. “Both of you, sit down, I don’t have time for this. Harial, come in here and join us, Krux and Acronix will behave. Right, kids?”

Acronix muttered something along the lines of a profanity as he got up into his chair, glaring down at his plate of food. He ignored the taunting smile Krux gave him, sulking in silence as if he were turning four instead of eleven.

Harial hesitated a moment but went in nonetheless, sitting at the table too. He stared at the food uneasily, not liking the way it looked. Instead of saying anything, he kept his mouth shut, lifting the fork into one hand and keeping a loose grip. The texture still bothered him but he forced himself to ignore it.

At this point he just wanted to go home.

“Harial, your father is coming to get you tomorrow morning,” Aeturnus said, raising his gaze to look at the miserable boy. Harial only nodded, having to force himself to eat as well.

“Are you alright?” Acronix asked suddenly, leaning forwards in his chair with his elbows resting on the wooden table. He seemed to sense Harial’s discomfort, his head tilting to the side — not unlike a curious puppy. “You look upset,” he elaborated a second later when he didn’t get an answer.

have a Morro(s) ( ＾◡＾)っ ♡!!!

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some of your morro hcs? 👀

im not picky ofc, id just love to hear more about them!

aaa hello!! hi!! sorry it took me soo long to answer XP

This goes without saying but my dude is small, tineyy, just about an inch on Lloyd and will remind him of that fact (until lloyd outgrown them lol)

During their time as a ghost they didn't use any pronouns, and hated being referred to in any way. before that they just used whatever people thought they were (my guy be a gnc motherfucker from day 1) and didn't dwell too much on it despite a lingering discomfort that they couldn't quite identify, settling on they/them way later on

I also love the idea of xe/xem or x/x neopronouns Morro, i feel it adds just that bit extra onto any hypothetical redemption arcs and the process of pathing xyr own path/identity (plus i read a rlly cool fic (Marks in the dirt by Mattecat) and its soso good)

Their would-be classpect is a Prince of Breath (though im eh abt the class since in basically reconsidering the classes for most of my au classpects)

This one may be a bit far-fetched but i like the idea that they were the first elemental master of wind? like, all the separate elements took time to manifest into separate hosts, and wind being one of the last to appear? (also contributing to the fact that it and water weren't as researched and documented on) plus like,, iirc we don't explicitly SEE a previous wind master in HoT, and like,, just imagine a young Morro, with an established idea of all the pre-existing elements and their masters, suddenly developing something entirely new. Maybe that's why they don't live with their parents anymore-afraid of what they didn't understand, why they felt the need to hide it, and why they were so quick to weaponize it when things went south.

On a fluffier note, they love fidgeting/stimming with their wind!! swooping in around their fingers and up their arms, making it brush their clothes against their body/through their hair rhythmically. when they're in an especially happy mood, they'll start to unconsciously float really high while doing it :DD it also makes for many breezy happy hand flapping.

Loves cats, and would always try to bring strays into the monastery, and trying to feed them ( the same way Wu did to Morro when they first met :0)

Was closest to Bansha out of all other ghost acquaintances, her acting as an almost sister-figure to them, and too the ninjas surprise took her passing pretty hard :(

When not greasy as fuck, their hair is actually really fluffy, almost wispy at ends, and their bangs curl just the slightest bit into their face

i truly am a simp for their friendship

TW: torture, death, ptsd flashbacks (this is the best way to describe it, the preeminent basically forces morro to remember his past)

Hello!! Let's take a look, shall we?

There is, of course, the user @nonbinary-morro! Their archive goes back to November of 2020, and are a strong advocate for the headcanon. But, there also was a blog that used the same url that existed before timeframe, then changing their name and deactivating sometime after.

The first blog was tagged in some tag games, and then in this Movie AU Post. There is also a Themed Moodboard from 2017, and a Custom Flag from 2018, both requested by the user!

I think this user is likely where the headcanon originated. I cannot access the blog via wayback, so I am unsure if there is an archived version of any original post.

Here's a headcanon post from 2021 by @miakwat!

And a headcanon post from 2021 by the current nonbinary-morro. :)

And a au work on ao3 connected to that post, sadly orphaned, including the hc!!