♢♔𝕴𝖑𝖑 𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝕸𝖞 𝕲𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊♔♢ Gang Leader Morro X Reader

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" You've heard of the gangs here around Ninjago, right?" A sly stranger asked as he twirled his Aperol Spritz around in his glass. Except, the sly stranger was no stranger at all, even if you haven't met him. " My cousin is one of them," He paused to take a sip of his sweet-tasting drink. He was always one for the sugar. " People call him The Ghost Maker." He set down his glass and looked at me, there was a large scar going down the right side of his face. " But really, he is the ghost. A demon truly. I heard he was once kind. I never saw the kindness my Uncle said he once showed. He was always so cold. He was just... Pushed past his breaking point he was already too close too." He sighed and took a swift drink of his Aperol Spritz, finishing it. " Anyways, stay safe out there. It's dangerous, and he and his little ghouls lurk in the shadows." The man in green stood up, "I'll see you later, (Y/n)" The blonde-haired man waved.

I waved back at the man, " Goodnight Lloyd, get home safe." I told the green-wearing blonde who left the bar, rubbing the back of his neck. I looked down at my glass and took a sip. Hearing about The Ghost Maker from their own cousin strikes a bigger sense of fear in me. Everyone here in Ninjago is scared of him, mostly those in Stiix where the man in question lies. His velvet black inky hair with a stained vibrant green streak in it has plagued Ninjago for a long while. His devious smirk could make the strongest of men hesitate to fight back. His startlingly vivid, impossibly deep green eyes could hypnotize you into submission. 

I pondered at the thought of the ghost-like man as I heard the doors open again. Whispers and mutters rummaged around the attendants in the building as whoever entered stirred them up. I looked up and my heart sank into the deepest pit in my stomach. The man I was just thinking of, entered the bar with his ghouls. Bansha, a woman who could tear out your eardrums in just one scream. Soul Archer, a man whose arrow can pierce through any armor. Wrayth, a man who's laugh that writes the end of your story. Ghoultar, a man known to not be the smartest, but definitely the strongest in strength and always dawning a skull mask. To cover up his identity much like his peers who wear some sort of covering.

Then there was The Ghost Maker himself. His eyes even more stunning in person and in writing or printed on paper. His hair was well kept and silky. His nails are painted in black blending into his black suit with small detailing. His eyes painted gothic with makeup. I could tell the people in the bar were stiff with fear. I shouldn't have picked some sketchy bar downtown, but that just was the closet when I met up with Lloyd. I stared, petrified, at The Ghost Maker who looked around and caught my eyes. Locking eyes with the gang leader made my skeleton want to jump out and run. I quickly looked away and down at my glass, almost hearing the man smirk. 

I heard his footsteps come up to me as I tried not to shake in fear. The barstool that Lloyd once was sitting on was taken up by the black-haired man. " Hello, Beautiful~" The Ghost Maker flirted. I wouldn't move, so I was forced to. The Ghost Maker's hand grabbed my face, his pointer, and thumb on each one of my cheeks as he turned my head to look at me. " I'm talking to- oh" He cut himself off and looked at me, tilting my head to get a better look at me. " I guess I was correct to call you beautiful" He chuckled. What is going on. Lord FSM help me.

" Not a single scar on you. No blemishes, nothing." He hummed. " And your face is perfectly symmetrical, that's rare. Even your makeup is done perfectly." He kept complimenting me as my face got hotter and hotter. He smirked violently as he pulled me closer to him. my hands landed on his knees and my face was 5 inches away from him. " Awww~ Look at you~ A scared, little, bunny~" He chuckled as his thumb caressed my cheek. " What brings a crystal-like you to a dime worth place like this?~" He asked, finally letting go of my face.

I pulled myself back up straight and his eyes wandered down to examine my body. " Not bad~" He smirked as the blush spread on my body. I was getting dizzy I was so flustered. " Answer my question already." He glared at me. I yelped silently. " U-um just, in the area and wanted a drink!" I said quickly. " A drink? Aww, that's all? Hard day?" He asked, ordering something strong. " Um, not really. I was, talking to a good friend but he left as he had things to get to." I explained vaguely as his drink was served up immediately. " What sort of guy leaves such a doll like you alone?" He chuckled. " Ready to be snatched up~" He winked.

I looked down at my drink and tried to quickly finish it so I could leave. I finished and stood up to leave. " I-I gotta go. Thank you for all the compliments sir." I said and tried to leave but he grabbed my wrist. " Where the hell do you think you're going." He said roughly and pulled me back and into his lap. I froze as he called over his ghouls. I saw Bansha and Archer sit to the right and left of The Ghost Maker. Ghoultar and Wrayth standing right behind him too. I gulped. I was trapped.

I glanced to my right at Bansha who was looking at me confused. I looked at Soul Archer who didn't care much for me. " Morro." I heard Bansha speak. Morro. A mysterious yet charming name. " Yes, Bansha?" Morro glanced at her. " Why do you have a lady in your lap?" " She interests me." He said vaguely and set his hand on my thigh. He looked at Bansha as if communicating through just staring. " I see." She said and ordered a glass of wine.

I didn't know what to do. I stared at Morro's hand which was getting real comfortable on my thigh. His hand trailed up and caressed my thigh and squishing it gently. " Comfortable there?" He whispered into my ear. I stayed silent and he roughly grabbed my thigh. " Speak when I ask you a question. Want to be a ghost too pretty lady?" He growled. I flinched and he snickered. " So I'll ask again, comfortable there." He asked again and I nodded slowly. " Good girl."

I sat there, in a gang leader's lap, terrified. Why me why me why me why me. Morro noticed the doors open and groaned. " Bansha, walk this lady back home. Can't have someone stealing her." Morro scooted me off as Bansha stood up. " Yes Sir," She said and looked at me. " Come on Ma'am," She said and I silently went with her. I passed by another man that Morro was looking at. From another gang I assume. I followed Bansha closely and told her my address.

" So." Bansha spoke up in the silence. "What's your name." " (Y/n)" I told her. " Hm, nice name. You know you're lucky" She added in. " How am I lucky? Not to be um, mean but he's a gang leader! Dangerous!" " Exactly. He is interested in you. As long as he has an interest in you, you'll be protected." She explained. " And what if he loses interest?" " Meh, he'll leave you be unless you do something to piss him off." She shrugged. I nodded and looked down. " Look up, he hates it when one seems weak. You become an easy target."