#I just relized despair is next

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"Jack's not family!" Really?? Bitch?? Are you for real?? That's way to out of character, even for you.

[darkduck80]

okay new Morro AU

so okay Morro run away from the monastery let’s say between 12-15y old cuz why not he was angry sad and went to get a tea a special kind of tea that will help him through his suicidal journey he went to the ‘tea shop’ using his ninja skills to steal that tea he went unnoticed slowly went to the shelf that has the tea he wants he was about to grab it until the tea shop owner opened the lights Morro quickly grabbed the tea and run out avoiding the owner but little dose he know the tea he grabbed was the wrong one it was the time travel tea not what he wanted but it was too late to realize now he was far away from the shop now all he has to do is make the tea and hold it when he needed it he made the tea and put it in his cloth? Stick? thing now his next move to the caves of despair the original plan was get in grab the shit he wanted and get the fuck out but that backfired when he got stuck inside he tried to use his elemental power to get him out but it didn’t help the rock won’t move and the air around him made him feel lightheaded everything started to spin he looked around to see the lava rising knowing he will die at that moment made him panic there was now way out until he remembered the teas he had with him the tea he thought he grabbed was the tea to get him out tight situation but the one he actually grabbed was the time travel he immediately drank the tea he had with him he slowly felt the tea warp around him then poof he was out he closed he eyes the whole time and he only opened it when he felt like he was falling opening his eyes he found himself falling to the ground he started to scream and cursing at the tea for not teleporting him to the ground and not in the fucking sky (he still clue less that he time travelled thinking he just got teleported out) he used his element to help him but he felt the air was different he didn’t have time to think Because he was falling he used his element and it made the falling slow until he was close to the ground and landed unscratched well physically but mentally he was not okay he was about to fucking die thank FSM that he had that tea he relized all the green ninja destiny is bullshit he just wants to live with his dad forget this ever happened he looked around anything similar to help him navigate back to the monastery but everything was weird he doesn’t know anything around him panicking if he can’t find his dad sensei he’ll probably die he just Almost died few minutes ago he felt himself crying he started to backdown he went to a tree and sat under it hugging his knees putting his head down he started to cry he didn’t want to be the green ninja he didn’t even want to be special he only wanted his dad, sensei he started to cry until someone tapped on his shoulder he looked up to see a boy probably around his age wearing strange black clothes blond hair with a bowl cut with a lollipop in his mouth he looked oddly familiar

“Hey emo what’s up with you” the kid said? Was he insulting Morro!?

“Pardon?”Morro said swiping away his tears by his clothes

“Pardon!? Who uses that were in 20 century”Lloyd says as he removes the lollipop from his mouth

“Wait what excuse me- were in 19##”Morro said with confusion in his face as he looks at the blond boy

“what-“Lloyd looks at Emo boy with the same kind of confusion

Okay I didn’t know this would be this tall but if you like it I’ll make a fan fiction about it!

[conscriptur]

“When you were experiencing any sudden grief or anxiety, how would you handle that feeling when you were at home, in District Four?” The District Thirteen doctor asked.

Finnick barely looked up to see which one of them had spoken to him. He was already allowing himself to be drawn back to the memories of home. “I—uh—I would make fishing nets while I sat on the beach with…” His head turned to the side to the empty space on the bed. Annie. That was what he wanted to say but her name was trapped in throat. He dug at the skin around his nails as the idea of Annie began to spiral into despair. She was not on that beach with him listening to the waves crash into the shore barely reaching far enough to skim their toes. No, she was in the Capitol because of him with terror being inflicted on her worse than the Games. The jabberjay screams rung violently in his head.

Trapped in his mind listening to Anniems screams surrounding him, he forgot where he was. It wasn’t until he felt movement in front of him, a shadow about to pounce and attack. Finnick flinched and at first thought he was sure he was back in the arena but relization hit him soon thereafter, his eyes looking up at the doctor finally, only for a brief moment. They were patient enough but it would not surprise him to quickly sedate him and try this whole therapy session another time. He needed to get back on track with his coping mechanism.

“There is this piece of worn rope I used to—uh— mess with all the time if I wasn’t out by the water. It was part of one the fishing nets I made with my dad that fell apart with use. But it is—was always comforting to fidget with that.”

It was probably idiotic to be sharing all of this to strange doctors that seemed more unenthusiastic about treating him or at least helping at all. What did it matter anyways? What difference did it make for him now locked away in a room hundred of feet below the ground. “Tying knots keeps my hands busy.” Finnick added.

It was a few minutes of scratching noises and other sounds that he could not quite place in his daze. The charming blonde from District Four was back in the depths of his mind searching for Annie and could not even find her in that memory that sprung forward like the ocean waves earlier. He looked into that memory only finding the shore next to him empty, just as his bedside.

“Here, we’ll allow this for you, Soldier Odair.” The doctor voices as she opened Finnick’s right hand and laid a small, coarse rope in his palm. The length could not have been more than a foot long. Long enough for him to do even the most intricate knots but also safe enough for him not to get any ideas of creating something hazardous for himself.

”Thank you.” He muttered running his thumb over the rope. It was foreign to his callus hands. The twine they had in District Four had a different texture of material, or maybe that was only his wishful thinking. This rope was rougher and unfamiliar but it would do the job. Keep the poor, broken boy from District Four from sobbing through the night as loneliness loomed over him. His hands would be occuppied, though, the terrors that crept in the shadows of his mind would still bring life to the fears of his lovely girl. But maybe, he could be occuppied enough to be reminded of home that would keep him at the shoreline—safe enough to make it through these underground days.

For the sound of the waves bring peace to those who fear drowning in the despair they share. As they know clear that the waters cannot harm them while they are here. The shore is safe to those held dear. With gentle breezes are soft kisses that bring comfort even when they may mean goodbye. Carry the sand as it always stays with you to never be forgotten the time spent on the shore. With the sound of the waves that ring of peace.