#the orphantakers
By the time they finished everything at the Driftwood Asylum, there were nine kids left who they hadn’t found homes for.
(Of course it was nine; how could it have been any other number, with this group?)
This is the story of the nine orphans the Mighty Nein found, and how they grew to love them.
[post canon, the Mighty Nein and a bunch of orphans they adopt. Each chapter is a different Mighty Nein member with their kid/s]
Caduceus surprised all of his friends by saying he would take the firbolg teenager.
“You know, Caduceus,” Jester said, elongating the middle of his name, the way she always did. “You don’t haveto take the firbolg kid just because you’re a firbolg.”
“I know,” he told her, refusing to elaborate. “I’ll take him anyway.”
In reality, he was taking the boy because he saw that the boy was troubled, and Caduceus–
Well, Caduceus loveda project. And what better project–or sign from the Wildmother–was there than a troubled fifteen year old firbolg, intending to throw his life away the first chance he got?
“Don’t I get a say in this?” The boy asked, his face scrunched up. His name was Ozmandias–a good name, strong and a little bit wild, which Caduceus approved of– and he had darker fur than any of the other Clay family members, who tended to be a bit albinoish as far as firbolgs went. His hair was dyed a wild shade of green, though, which tickled Caduceus to no end. Perhaps he’d show the boy how to dye his hair pink, later.
