#rrte

what in the fresh hell did I do in the last two hours? This.

ao3    part 1

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A silence swept over the room. The middle-aged woman was unsure of what to say, the man looked at her with such an expected look she had to decide what to say, and quickly. She wanted to say no, (y/n) would scare him off of any other potential business, But this could be the nuisance’s last foster place. It might even work out for the teen, this man was very clear on why he wanted someone older than the conventional adoption age and if this worked out they’d be rid of the trouble maker.

 Putting up a happy façade the woman finally answered “Sure you can meet (y/n), I’ll go get them.” Getting out of her seat the woman walked around her desk, Viggo got up with her “I’ll follow along, if you don’t mind.”

 The adults made their merry way outside only to be met with a herd of children, all of them asking similar questions all at once. This is the exact reason Viggo didn’t want a small child, they’re clingy and way to young to understand boundaries. While the women were shushing the children Viggo’s eyes wandered along the perimeter, hoping to spot the only teen among the company he was with.

 It wasn’t until his eyes trailed up the trunk of the tree located in the middle of the clearing did he spot a person sitting somewhere halfway up. The person in question was looking out over the shore line, probably marvelling at the number of ships.

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 After staring at the ships some more (y/n) had spotted something resembling cages, their plan of sneaking on was thrown out of their head immediately. They’ve been stuck in a cage before and that was not an experience they’d want a repeat of. Heaving a heavy sigh they looked over to the Hut of Doom, clever naming if they do say so themselves, seeing a hefty commotion. “Great sky above am I glad it’s not me whose getting swarmed by those monsters this time.” Scanning over the poor guy, who was staring right at them. So much for hiding this one out. Their hand reached up to a branch above them, pulling on it to hide themselves behind the leaves, hoping the man would stop looking and get the message.

 The man, who was still looking at them, had short brown hair, a tunic (y/n) couldn’t place in a tribe they’ve been at before and peculiar facial hair. Not that (y/n) was someone to judge at somebody’s first appearance but this guy looked full of him self and strangely just as tired as they. How does a thirty-year old match an angsty teen’s will to sleep but being unable to.

Desperately trying to come up with a reason for the man’s staring their attention got stolen by Jarrod pointing at the tree the (y/h/c) was currently inhabiting. That little snitch, abruptly letting go of the branch they were using as coverage they yelled out “Go suck my grainy balls Jarrod! I bet you’d like that you incel!” Catching their breath they yelled out again. “This is why you won’t get any bitches!” In the distance the laugh of Ryker could be heard and looking back at Staring Problem Guy they saw he was desperately supressing the same reaction.

 Being happy with their handy work (y/n) enjoyed the facial expression of the wicked witches, who were looking at them with disgust, anger and severe disappointment. Smirking the started making their way back down the tree, knowing they could mess with them all better on solid ground.

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 “You see what I mean, mister Grimborn? Out of control.” Viggo looked back at the woman, a hand over his mouth to hide the growing smirk. The teen clearly had a sense of humour Viggo could appreciate, he personally wasn’t a fan of vulgar language but the way this teenager used their words just the mess with the caretakers made Viggo happy to have come here. Clearing his throat before answering “I recon they will fit right in with my tribe.” The crowd of children quickly subdued when each were informed they weren’t going to be fostered that day Viggo breathed a little easier.

 After Ryker calmed down and breathed normally again he made his way over to his brother. Once beside him he mimicked his younger sibling and looked at the tree. “If you don’t take the kid, I will.” Only getting a huff out of the other told him enough, that teen was coming with them and probably never leaving. “I’ve already had a chat with them.” “Yes? How did that go?” Ryker crossed his arms “I asked for their name, they said ‘Nonya’.” Viggo was confused at this, the caretakers had said the teens name was (y/n) “Nonya?” “None of ya business” That was something unexpected to Viggo, failing so supress a chuckle he looked at his older brother who was wearing a proud and amused expression. “That is quite clever.”

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 Being scolded by the wicked witches once your feet hit solid ground was giving (y/n) a headache. Power walking away nearly turned into a chase was it not for Ryker and sir stares a lot catching their attention from their peripheral vision. So they were brothers? That’s an interesting fact. Interrupting the scolding (y/n) asked “So who are they taking home?” “You” Was her short answer before continuing her scolding. (y/n) wasn’t paying attention anymore though, their mind was occupied by something else.

 Shit.