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Join Me - Red Leader! Tord X Abandoned! Child! Jon

It's platonic, chill out. I can already hear you screaming.

Requested by: Wyllow_T

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3rd Person POV:

Tord walked down the sidewalks of the town he recently conquered. There was rubble and shattered glass everywhere, which probably happened during the war. He frowned at the sight, hoping that the people that lived in the town were okay. While he seemed cold and harsh, he did still have a more positive side. After a long while of walking, he was about to go back to the Red Army's base.

Before he could go, he saw someone lying on the ground. He became fearful, running over to the person. When he saw the person up close, he found that it was a child. The kid looked like a boy, maybe a twelve year old. Tord squatted down and poked the kid's side, seeing if the child was alive. The kid groaned and moved a small bit, so he scooped the child up into his arms. He hummed a song to the child as he walked, smiling a small bit.

- Time Skip -

The child was in the Red Army's base, in the hospital wing. Tord stayed by his side, watching the boy. The staff had recently told him that the child was fine, and that the boy just scraped one of his knees. They also researched the boy, who was indeed twelve.

His name was Jon, and his parents were uninvolved in the war. It made Tord sick to know that innocent bystanders were hurt, but it was expected. He waited and waited, and the boy soon opened his eyes. Jon jumped, not knowing where he was. He sat up and looked to his side, seeing the fated Red Leader. He shrieked and brought his arms up to cover himself.

"D-don't hurt me!" Tord chuckled, but that did secretly hurt him. "Relax, Jon. I'm not here to hurt you." Tord stated calmly, coming a bit closer. Jon backed away, hugging his knees to his chest. "My parents told me about you! They said... they said that you're cruel and bloodthirsty! That you'd kill m-me on sight!" Tord was lifting his hands to comfort the boy, but he lowered them when he heard that.

"Oh yeah? Well, why aren't you dead? I found your sorry ass lying in filth, and I took you here to get some help. That was two hours ago, you ungrateful bastard." Tord wasn't very calm in these kinds of situations. He was a trigger-happy guy, not a therapist. Unfortunately, his words only made Jon confused.

"So... you're not gonna kill me?" Jon asked, tilting his head. "I wasn't planning on it, so no." Tord responded, shrugging his shoulders. Jon smiled, and Tord was the one that got confused. "We should play baseball together! My dad never played it with me..." Tord cocked a brow, even more confused at that. "Oh, right, you're twelve. You're still a dumb-ass." Jon huffed and crossed his arms. "Am not! Whatever that is!"

Tord rolled his eyes and bent over, picking the pouting boy up. "W-what're you doing?!" Jon whined, Tord holding the boy like a sack of potatoes. "I'm bringing you to my room. I'm basically your foster dad now." Jon gasped and Tord started walking off.

"Get over it, baseball boy." "My name's Jon!" "Yeah, yeah, I know." Jon wasn't looking, and Tord grinned. "Man, you're a fussy little bitch." "No I'm not! I'm not even a female... or a dog!" Tord laughed, happy to know that Jon didn't understand curse words.

"I'm aware. So... do you like video games? Like, PS4 games?" "...What's that?" Tord whistled. "Your old life must've sucked. What kind of kid doesn't play video games?" "...At school, someone told me that girls don't play video games." Tord thought back to the many girls he played video games with... and when he flirted with them. "Not all girls are the same, junior. Have you ever had a girlfriend?" "...N-no..." "Aww, that's trash."

Jon giggled, and Tord finally got to his room. He opened the door and went in, shutting it behind him. The room was large, and it branched off to other rooms. Tord set Jon down onto his feet, letting the boy explore. "Woah! This place is huge!" Jon said, roaming into the kitchen. "There's chocolate on the counter, help yourself." Tord said, locking the room's door.

He went to the living-room and sat on the couch, grabbing a T.V. remote. He had a huge flat screen T.V. that was on a wooden desk. He had a few gaming consoles scattered around on the desk, which had four remotes per console. Tord watched some Netflix, yawning.

Meanwhile, Jon found a door labeled 'Jon'. He hesitated to enter, but did. He opened it and went wide-eyed, looking around. He had his own T.V., a small one on a dresser. There were a few gaming consoles on that dresser, many of them being handheld. He had the biggest bed he'd ever seen, which he ran up to and jumped on. He kept looking around, seeing a few shelves on the walls. They were filled up with books and a few toys. Lastly, there was an open closet filled with... random things.

He appreciated all of the effort Tord put into his room, so he hopped off of the bed and searched for the male. He found the devil-horned male on the couch, just silently watching an adult cartoon of some sort (it wasn't hentai, lmao).

Jon beamed at him and went up to him, hugging the life out of him. "You're so awesome! Thanks for doing all of this." Tord blinked twice and hesitantly hugged back, patting Jon's back. "No problem, Jimmy Jon." "You'll never just say my real name, will you?" "Nope." "Alright. Wait... what's your real name?" Tord stayed silent for a long while, not used to his real name anymore.

"...I'm Tord." "Ooh, weird." "Shut up, kiddie." Jon snickered and thought about a nickname for his foster father. "Hmm... well, I'm gonna call you Turd." "...You little shit."