#hope you like it akgsjdh

[sharksandjays]

OC WRITING TIME!!!!

"Fynn, come back. I didn't mean it, you’re not a liar." Jay sighed, exhaustedly walking after the teenager that was storming out of the monastery. "I just don't like talking about Nadakhan with my family, ok?"

"Oh, well I'm SORRY you don't LIKE IT!" Fynn seethed, whirling on the man, stopping him dead in his tracks. His eyes flashed a bright red in his anger. “I’m sorry you get the privilege to not think about it.” 

Jay bit back a snarky remark, instead putting a hand on his hips as he glared down at the kid. “You don’t know anything-”

“Oh,” Fynn barked out a laugh, “oh I know way more than you think.” 

Now Jay was mad. His hands sparked and he bared his teeth. “Look, kid, just because you saw my memories doesn’t mean you know anything about what I had to go through, alright? You don’t get to play the victim here!” 

Fynn went quiet, the red haired teen closing his mouth and changing his expression from anger to mild amusement, the kind of smirk on his face that made Jay seethe. “Oh, man, you really don’t know a thing about me, do you?” 

“What?” 

“And here you are, claiming to be my master.”

“I did not-”

“I was there.” 

The voice was so quiet that Jay almost didn’t catch it, but when he did he blinked, stopping dead in his tracks. The sparks fizzled out and he looked curiously down at the teen, who was looking away now and anxiously tapping his foot. “What?” 

“I was there. In Djinjago.” 

Jay paled. He had never seen this kid. That’s impossible! How old would he have had to be-  “How-”

Fynn bit his lip then slowly reached out a hand that began glowing red. He touched Jay’s shoulder warily and suddenly Jay was transported into the past. 

Floating islands, connected through rope and chain. Sky mines floating aimlessly among them, quiet despite the danger they promised. A temple slowly came above the clouds, rock and roots still hanging beneath it from its newly upheaved land. Frightened masked ghosts hung out of the windows, most of them not much older than 8, clutching the shutters as they watched the ground disappear beneath them. 

One of them was a boy with dark red hair, mouth covered in a mask. He was the oldest one there, at about 10 years old, and was quickly ushering everyone away from the windows. 

“Quickly, everyone to safety!” Their sensei, Yang, whispered urgently, pushing them to the back doors as he approached the front ones. When Fynn managed to get everyone out, he followed behind Yang, peeking out of the door behind him as his master strode confidently out–looking at the figures above them. 

Nadakhan. 

They’d seen him on the news. 

The little boy swallowed nervously, glancing down at his hands. Would his power help now? No, he can’t touch the djinn. That’s too dangerous. 

Why was he so useless? 

“What a pretty temple! But it's so dirty…why don't you clean it out.” They all heard what the djinn said, and saw the water pumps being readied. 

“Wait!” Yang shouted. “This is my temple! All we have is children. We will leave you in peace!”

“Children, you say?” The djinn mused from his spot above them, before disappearing and reappearing in front of Yang. He glanced behind Yang to look at the boy in the door, before turning his gaze to the other ghost children that had gathered on the side of the building, cowering. His eyes seemed to narrow as he took in their outfits. “Hmph, Ninjas.” 

“We do not associate ourselves with Sensei Wu and his ninja.” Yang pleaded, stepping back to cover the red haired boy in the doorway. “We study in private. We will not be of harm to you.” 

“Will you now?” Nadakhan cocked his head at the boy he was protecting. “Even with elemental masters by your side?”

Both the boy and Yang paled, if that was even possible for a ghost to do. “N-no you must be mistaken-” The sensei hastily explained before being cut off with a scream as the djinn disappeared and reappeared holding the red haired boy up by his arm. With a flick of his wrist another pirate sprayed water around the peripheral of the temple, blocking the sensei from following. 

“Hmmm, memory I see. That would be very useful.” Nadakhan whispered, eyes searching the kid’s face, the kid who was screaming and punching and kicking at the djinn. His hands suddenly glowed a bright red, causing the djinn’s mind to fuzz, and Nadakhan quickly dropped him, shaking his head as he tried to remember what he had for breakfast that morning.

…Why was that so important right now?

With a frustrated growl, he glared at the boy who was crumbled on the ground giving him a half cocky half nervous smile. 

That smile. 

That smile was so fucking familiar. 

Arrogant. Cocky. So fucking scared but not wanting to show it. 

How many little birds must he break? 

“You.” He snapped. “I can give you anything. Three wishes. I suggest you use them now before my patience is gone.” After all, he had other things to take care of on his ship.

Other…people. 

The kid’s eyes widened, seeming to forget the incident from a second ago, and his eyes shone a little bit. “Wishes? Anything?” 

“Fynn, no!” Yang yelled from the temple, trying to step forward but hissing as his foot twitched in contact with the water blocking him. “he’s trying to trick you! He wants your power!” 

They both ignored him. “Yes, anything child.” Nadakhan didn’t even bother laying out the rules for the child. What child would wish for death, harm, or more wishes?

“I wish for more wishes!” 

This one apparently. 

Gritting his teeth, Nadakhan’s grip tightened on his sword. “No wishing for more wishes.”

“Why?

“Because that’s how it works.”

“But why?” 

Nadakhan drew his sword, giving a devilish smile to the kid, which shut him up very quickly. “Must I remind you of the stakes? No playing around. Make the wishes, child. Or else I'll water your home down.” 

He wasn’t playing around. Little did he know that the child in question was thinking fast. Thinking so fast of what he could do. How could he save his family? His friends? Himself? 

Where were the ninja? He knows the lightning one was here. He knows he is here right now! On the ship. Why isn’t he helping? How could he call him? Should he?

…Would he even answer? He saw him when they paraded him around the city. Chained, stumbling, eyes dazed. 

Broken. 

Weak. 

Unreliable.

And so the little 10 year old red haired boy, with trembling lips and hands, looked up at the djinn and opened his mouth. He did all he could do. He had to rely on himself now.

“I wish for my family to be safe.” 

Jay’s eyes snapped open, going from red back to his normal blue. He opened his mouth as his eyes met the teenager below him, who had wrenched his hand away and had taken a step back, expression turning wary and guarded. 

“Fynn-” 

“Now you see.” The boy hissed, crossing his arms. “I’m not a liar.”

Jay groaned and rubbed his forehead, still trying to rid himself of the fuzzy feeling in his brain. “I’m sorry for calling you a liar.” He paused, then slowly looked back at him and said. “But, Fynn, you know I absolutely would have saved you right?”

The teen stiffened, eyes widening at the phrase, before immediately dropping his shoulders and laughing. “Sure, Jay. Sure.” He chuckled and turned around, shoving his hands in his pockets and continuing his exit from the monastery. “I know what you did up there. He would have dangled your friends in front of you and you would have killed me in seconds flat.” He tilted his head back at the frozen Jay, giving a tight smile, his eyes a dangerous red haze. “Which is completely ok. I would do the same.” 

Before he could make his way to the courtyard Jay lurched forward and grabbed his arm. “But I reversed the timeline! I wished-” 

“Your WISH didn’t do SHIT” Fynn suddenly screamed, wrenching his arm away as if he was burned. In Jay’s agitated state, it’s very possible he was. He shook suddenly, stumbling backwards from the blue ninja onto the courtyard. The ninja in question stood bewildered at the outburst, hand still outstretched. “My family is gone.” 

“Fynn-” 

“My family is GONE. And WHERE IS YOURS?”

Jay swallowed. 

“Where are they?” Fynn repeated harshly, hands forming fists at his sides. 

“Here.” Jay whispered. 

Fynn stood there, in a wide stance as if about to fight, squinting his eyes before snickering. 

“You weak fuck.” 

And then he turned on his heels and disappeared into the night. 

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Sorry for the long post. I've been in a writing mood today and wanted to write this scene from my AU. I was talking to @taddymason about how our aus just love to torture Jay so i decided to write it. This is literally just one big insult to Jay so.

Do i have to warn for cursing? I hope not. Fynn is a teenager with emotional dysregulation so im sure you guys can understand.

Anyways. LORE!

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