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Pt2 Halforc Rothwell

Warning: gore, mature

Word count: 2,804

PART 2

Many of my people think I’m psychotic, and with days like today I agree with them. As I stand on the balcony of the castle that looks at the open field. My father decided to have William win back his Guard position by fighting in an even match against Rothwell. I was shocked that he came to me with this, but I was proud his old self was showing.

“EVERYONE LISTEN! I HAVE DECIDED TO GIVE WILLIAM A CHANCE!” My father started, letting his family clap and cheer. “HOWEVER HE WILL NOT WALK AWAY SCRATCH FREE!” The clapping stopped. “SIR ROTHWELL AND WILLIAM WILL HAVE THEIR FINAL MATCH TO SEE WHO IS THE BETTER WARRIOR.” My father has to stop his speech because Wiliam’s family and some others are causing a ruckus.

“SILENCE!” My inpatient voice carries over the field. My father smirks over at me in thanks.

“THE ONLY WAY WILLIAM CAN RECEIVE HIS TITLE BACK HE MUCH DEFEAT THE ORC LORD TO HIS KNEES.” My father finishes his speech to sit in his seat.

“EACH FIGHTER WILL RECEIVE ONE WEAPON OF THEIR CHOICE. THEY THEN WILL BE MOVED TO THEIR ONE SIDES OF THE FIELD. WHEN THE CANON IS RELEASED THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN. ANYONE THAT INTERFERES THAT FIGHTER IS DONE, AND BOTH PEOPLE WILL BE HUNG WITHIN THE HOUR.” People murmur amongst each other. William’s family, every last one of them, look like a lit canon ready to explode. “ALSO WHOEVER WINS THIS BATTLE WILL WIN MY HAND IN MARRIAGE.” There are collective gasps all around the crowd.

I lock eyes with Rothwell, give him a nod as I lift my hand for the guards to lead them to the middle of the field. Rothwell keeps his eyes on mine, making the guard wave his hand to get his attention. I laugh as I sit next to my father.

“Well that was an exciting announcement.” He chuckles.

‘’It makes this go faster. if you haven’t noticed Rothwell is very taken with me…” he interrupts.

“and you him.” He teases me. “No wonder you couldn’t find a husband. You needed a mountain.” He laughs as I push him with my elbow.

“Like I was saying, orcs are very territorial, so by me saying that, Rothwell will either rip him to shreds or he will play with William until he’s made his point.” I smile as I think of ways.

When we look back to the field the men are almost to either side of the field. Rothwell has an ax in his hand while William has a sword. I scuff at his cockiness.

“What?” Father asks.

“William is so arrogant. There is a bow with eight arrows in the sheave, and he grabs a sword.” I signal the cannon to fire.

William lifts his sword, swings it a few times, and starts walking toward Rothwell. Only to stop at the center, waving the sword in a come here motion. The orcs, who are watching from the courtyard, growl at William’s disrespect, however they have great control; they don’t move an inch. Rothwell however stomps his way to William throwing the ax into the dirt that lays less than a foot away from William. I watch Rothwell’s every movement, and he really is a mountain. William tries to swing his sword, but Rothwell takes the sword away like it was just a stick. Some people gasp, others just talk, some even leave, but the creatures were cheering like this was sport. I guess in a way it is a sport for us if it was an even match and didn’t end in death.

Everything goes quiet as Rothwell grabs William by his neck, but he doesn’t kill William. He looks at me. I forget people are there, and run my finger over the front of my neck. With a smirk on both mine and Rothwell’s he breaks William’s neck. Rothwell is so much stronger than humanly possible, so it causes William’s head to rip off. The courtyard was split with cheers while the other was making terror-like sounds, making people quiet down.

“SO THAT SETTLES IT!” My father’s voice breaks through the crowd. “SIR ROTHWELL HAS WON NOT ONLY THIS FIGHT, BUT HE HAS WON MY RESPECT.” The crowd has a staggered applause, while the creatures applause with pride. “HE ALSO WON..” My father holds his hand out to me. I let him lead me to his side. “MY dAUGHTER’S HAND IN MARRIAGE.” His speech ends with Rothwell lifting William’s head with a roar.

When he has everyone’s attention he throws the head to the ground, and looks up at me with a determined gaze. I look toward the side door that is the service hall, although is does lead to the escape tunnel. He gets the hint, and walks with a puffed out chest to the door.

“Goodbye father.” I hurry around him to the painting.

“You’re my daughter alright.” He chuckles. It doesn’t hit me until I’m in the tunnel. He used to make my mother take these tunnels to their hideaway cave my father made for them.

“Shut up, and shut the door.” I laugh with him.

I get to the door just as I hear his heavy steps. I slowly open the door, to see his muscular back. I knock on the door causing him to turn to me. William’s blood is still on him as he grabs me by my waist to lift me to his lips. I can never get over the smoothness of his tusks, and how his beard tickles my cheeks. As we pull apart I smile into his eyes.

“I knew you would win.” I wrap myself around him the best I could in this dress I was forced to wear for the formal event.

“You knew what you were doing by saying that marriage line.’’ He gives me a smirk before he leans down to kiss my neck then back to my lips.

He pulls back after some time, and lets me back down on my feet.

“We’ve been down here too long. My people will want to celebrate my victory, and I’m going to need my woman with me.” He pulls me to him, making me squeeze against his chest.

That night I stayed by Rothwell’s side, and celebrated with my future family. The later it got the more embarrassing Rothwell’s life stories became.

“Oh…” Sip of mead. “Oh! Remember when Rothwell was ten winters old, and asked his father what the horses were doing.” Everyone bellows out in laughter.

I lean into his side while laughing.

‘’So what were they doing?’’ I just fall into his chest as I fall in a laughing fit.

I don’t realize he is moving his arm to go over my face, while tightly holding me in place.

“Oh sweet girl I’d gladly show you.” His voice seems much more rough than usual.

My eyes snap up at him as my cheeks start to burn. He just smirks at me as he leans down to kiss, what I assume from the burning, red cheek. I gasp as I look around to make sure no one saw.

“No one here cares about public affection. We actually are big on showing who’s our mate.” He moves my hair out of my face.

I don’t know if it’s the mead or if it was my own will letting me, but I reach up to grab the back of his neck. Once I have him close enough I kiss him as hard as I could, so I know he can feel it.

~Month later~

I've received a hairpin that has a beautiful blue jewel, a dress belt with matching jewelry, however my favorite is this fur blanket I found on my bed. I don't think I've ever slept better with how warm and soft it feels.

I have learned I am allowed to give him gifts as well, but near the end of the process. I have read through the library about the orc process, but it doesn't say anything about the seasons being a factor. I do try to ask Rothwell about it.

"Can I ask you something, Rothwell?" I timidly ask as we walk back to my castle from his new settlement.

"Of course you can. I'll answer anything." We stop at the bonfire, taking a seat.

"Does the seasons actually matter according to the courting process?" I look up at him, and notice he seems to get nervous.

"Well not really." He stands while speaking. "I just need time…" He cuts himself off like he wants to say more.

"Oh, I can understand that. Besides…." I stand, smiling up at him. "I need time to finish a gift big enough for a giant." I teasingly say as I enter the castle.

As I shut the door I hear Rothwell growl to himself, causing me to giggle. I have a few hours before bed, so I head to the work room. I have taken up a room with leather, fabric & runes I bought from an orc woman in the new settlement. So far I only have an arm cuff made, but with the time I have I should be able to finish the necklace I'm making.

I've learned a lot from these creatures that have settled here, and how they appreciate each other. Rothwell more than anyone. We aren't even married yet, and he has been asking for my help on decisions for his settlement. Well not all I haven't been able to go near the far north side of it, and no one will tell me why.

As I finish my last two loops to hold the stones there's a knock.

“Yes!”

The door opens to Rothwell with a sheepish look on his face.

“Rothwell?!” I rush to cover my work, but end up dropping my bowl of runes on the floor.

He comes over to help pick them up, but I notice he's looking at some with a smirk.

“What are you doing here?” I ask as I take the runes from his hand.

He doesn't answer, he just looks over the table I've been hunched over for the past hour.

“I know it's not much, but I learned I can give you gifts as…” I squeal in surprise when I'm picked up and put on the table.

“You could have absolutely nothing, and I'd still marry you.” He leans close as he speaks with his deep voice.

I smile up at him as I reach over for his cuff. He smirks at me leaning on his one arm as he lifts the other arm to let me tie his gift onto the right arm. I quickly pull his dagger out of his waist, having him lock eyes with me. I smile as I slide his dagger into the shift I added along the wrist. He snaps up while looking at my gift in shock.

“That is the smartest idea I've ever seen. In battle my opponents won't see my dagger.” He excitedly talks.

“I'm glad you like it. I do have this..” I hold up the unfinished necklace. “I'm just having trouble with placing the right runes in the right order.” He holds the necklace in between his fingers as he looks it over.

“Who gave you these?” He begins to fidget with a rune.

“An orc woman that sells them in your settlement. I tried doing them myself, but cut my finger.” I giggle.

“Well Little one that woman is going to give you your money back.” He chuckles while he sits the necklace into my hands. “While I give her a stern talking too. That woman is my young sister, and the runes she gave you means…” He holds up the one he's been holding. “fertility…” He moves along to the others. “Protection, strength, partnership, and the rest are the same as the first, fertility.” He rests his hands next to my hips, caging me to the table.

“Oh..” I look down at the necklace, and try to figure out how I'm going to fix this mess.

“If you still would like to give me the finished product I will wear it proudly.” He softly takes it from my hands. “I know everything is new to you, but understand one thing. If you allow me to finish this ritual I will cherish anything and everything you give me, while tearing apart anyone who mocks us.”

I don't know what comes over me. I just grab the sides of his face, and kiss him deeply. His arm goes around me as he growls against my lips. His lips feel so much more softer than I thought they would, although his tusks are pushing into my chin. It's not sharp; it's more like pushing my cheeks to make my lips pucker more. We pull apart with a smile on both of our faces.

“Let me get you to your chambers before I throw everything out the window.” I giggle as he lifts me off the table to the floor.

As we walk in a comfortable silence I hold onto his arm, honestly enjoying the way his woodsy, smokey smell calms my mind. When we get to my hall I start to feel myself get upset knowing he will have to leave.

“Goodnight, Little one.” He kisses the top of my head before I walk into my room.

“Goodnight, Rothwell.” I smile to myself as I shut the door.

I go on the rest of my night as I normally would, however my body is on fire. I even have on the lightest nightgown I own, and even the fall breeze does nothing. I overlook the sky as I stand on my balcony wishing Rothwell was here. I go to turn when I see Rothwell at the main gate entrance. I watch him sneak around the guards, until he reaches under my balcony. He finally looks up with his eyes on mine.

“Hurry!” I try to whisper loud enough for him to hear.

He smirks at me before he disappears into a side door. I start getting very anxious with what will happen when my orc husband gets up here. I hear movement just a few moments later behind the painting that covers my escape door. How did he find that? It opens to Rothwell panting like he ran, which wouldn't surprise me with how quickly he got here.

We don't say a word, we quickly walk to each other. He lifts me as I kiss him with hurried movements. His growls along with my gasps fill the room as he lays me on my bed. He looks me up and down as his hand rests on my thigh.

“Tell me to stop, Princess.” his voice sounds like he's in pain.

“I need you Rothwell. I need my husband.” I look up into his eyes hoping he sees just how desperate I feel.

Within seconds my nightgown is ripped in two, and my orc husband has his mouth biting, kissing my body, and has his hand gripping along my body. I can't help but grip his hair, and scratch the top of his shoulder. As he travels down to my center my legs rub along his warm body. His heat melts my body to the bed until his tongue runs quickly up my center, hitting my clit for just a moment. It sends me up onto my elbows to look at him in shock.

“Again please, Rothwell.” I beg.

I see determination in his eyes before he dives his head in between my legs again. I can't believe how well his tongue moves along my center like he's been down there for years. He hits my clit with almost every up stroke, and he knew I needed it from his firm grip getting tighter to hold me still.

“Oh God Rothwell!” I scream out when his lips wrap around my clit, and sucks softly with a twirl like lick.

I fall to the bed as spots form all over my vision. I feel him climb onto the bed next to me, and pull to his warm body.

“I know your customs Little One. Don't worry about me.” He kisses my shoulder, and keeps me place as I try to turn and dismiss him. “Sleep. I'll see you at breakfast, even though I'd rather stay here, but I'd rather you not be a widow before we are even married.” I giggle at him as I turn to bury my face into his chest.

“That would be awful. I'd have to marry a boring human then.” He chuckles.

“Boring human? Little One they were boring to you way before I got here.” We laugh as we settle into the bed.

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Orc Thorald x Halforc Reader

Mature

Word count: 3,281

You've heard of my mother and father's love story, well this is mine. I am (y/n) daughter of Captain Rune, and I'm half orc half human. I take after my father mostly, but I'm much smaller than most orc women. You know I have a brother named Bain.

Over the years I've been helping my mother, and brother with the farm while my father was sailing around. When my brother turned fifteen he went to sail with our father permanently. They kept sailing for a few years until mother got sick. She got the flu, and didn't last the month. My father tried to sail, but only lasted a few months before coming back home. That's when my brother became captain. That's where my story begins. Thorald.

When I first met Thorald I was twelve, and he along with my brother were sixteen. Father docked for the winter, and Thorald with his father stayed in the barn. He had lost his mother that spring to a fire, and it made him quiet. If you weren't my father, his or my brother you might as well forget about him talking back to you. He would smile at me when I gave him blankets, and hot water to the barn. I guess that winter was when my crush started. Every winter after they would stay with us, and when I turned fourteen they built onto the house. Thorald and I would find ourselves in the kitchen at highmoon for sweets, and over the years we became very close.

When I turned nineteen my mother got sick. I found myself getting quiet, and working more than normal. I didn't notice until one night I was carrying carrot bags into the barn when I heard a deep throat being cleared. I turn to Thorald standing with the rest of the bags.

“(y/n)...” he starts as he places the bags down with the rest, and stands tall in front of me. “I need you to rest. I can't have you cold like me.” He lightly holds my hands. “Call me selfish, but I need you to keep being my happiness when I come home from sailing.” He kisses my fingers before leaving me in the barn.

She died that night. That winter they left, and they only returned to let father off.

-skip to beginning of Autumn-

Today started like any other day, I woke to my father humming his and my mother's song, and me needing to start breakfast. I throw my hair into a ponytail, change some of my earrings to different ones, and change into my work clothes. My brother is docking today, so I have to get the barn ready for the extra men needing a quiet place. I already cleaned up Bain, and Thorald's room yesterday.

As I'm laying down blankets, and baskets of food I hear the loudest group of degenerates enter my farm. I chuckle at my own joke as I walk out to meet them as they come around the house.

“(Y/n)!” Bain comes running at me at full speed.

“Bain NO!” I ran around the porch with him chasing me trying to reach me.

I see Thorald, and launch myself onto his back. Clenching onto him like a scared cat. He laughs as his rough hands hold me in place by my thighs.

“No fair you know he won't let me get you.” Bain whines like a grown man child, because he knows how much stronger Thorald is to him.

“The meat is cooking, and (y/n) has cleaned up the place. Now you all go wash up, so you can eat.” My father stops my brother whining as he leans on the pillar.

They all walk off, leaving me on Thorald's back. He looks over his shoulder.

“I'm glad to see that smile of yours. I hated leaving you.” He slowly couches down, letting me slide down his back.

“I can't lie to you. I did go quiet for most of the time you were gone, but when I realized I needed to get things in order I got better.” I smile up at him as we walk inside. “Oh I fixed your blanket.”

He gives me a kiss on my forehead before going to his room. I knew he was saying thank you, but couldn't speak from the others that already came into the living room. The rest of the night went by great with stories, food, and laughter.

The following morning I woke to silence, which is odd for a farm full of sailing men. I go down to the kitchen to only my father sitting at the table eating meat from last night.

“Morning father. Where is everyone?” I ask, grabbing the rib from his plate.

“They are cleaning out the ship.” He swats my hand as he talks. “Apparently they have some trunks that are full of stuff. I don't know. I honestly wasn't listening, I had just opened my eyes.” We chuckle.

As my day went on I would see a couple men here and there, which is odd. They usually lay around when they dock. I don't even see Thorald. He usually is next to me every second until they leave in spring.

“Hey uh Odo, right?” I stop a Satyr that works on the ship.

“Oh yes ma'am” He says very timidly.

“Do you know where Thorald may be?” I ask, watching him fidget with his hands.

“Well I uh saw him on the ship earlier, but we were cleaning it out. He could be in the house.” He tells me, but I know it's not true.

“Alright.” I've had enough of them being secretive.

I march through the farm to my horse, and ride to our docks. I tie my horse to the dock post watching the men stop, and look at me before moving quickly around. What in the world are they doing?

“(Y/n) what are you doing here?” Bain stops me as I step onto the deck.

“I was just checking on everyone. I haven't seen anyone all day.” I look around at them moving crates off the ship onto wagons we use on the farm.

“Oh we have been finishing the ship for winter.” He walks me back down. “We are almost done, so we'll see you at dinner.”

“Now you wait a minute.” I stop his subtle shoving. “You tell me right now, what's going on?” I put my foot down.

“I…I wish I could tell you (y/n). I really do.” He looks down.

“Hhh where's Thorald?” I sigh in complete confusion.

“He's in town.” Bain looks down in shame.

“In town, but I made sure we had everything at home…” I try to look up at him, but he looks down. “Oh. He's there.” I don't say anything else as I mount my horse.

“(y/n) wait.” Bain grabs the reins. “He's not there for that. It's not my place to tell you, but please just wait.” Bain looks at me with hard begging eyes.

I give a subtle nod before I begin riding home. My mind went to what else could he be doing at a woman's hotel. Once I'm home I go inside to work on my baking. I'm halfway through the fourth large orc pie, which is like three human size pies in one, when my father walks into the kitchen.

“Just like your mother. Alright sit down.” He pulls me away from the new pie crust I was starting. “What happened?” He gives me a rag for my hands.

“I found out where Thorald has been today, and I hate it.” I throw the rag onto the table. “He's in town.” He sits for a moment then his eyebrows raise up. “Yea, so I'm baking enough stuff for an army, because I can't think about what he is doing.” I huff.

“(Y/n)!” We hear from outside. “Where's (y/n) guys!” They must have pointed to the house, because someone practically rips the door down as they run into the kitchen.

Thorald is standing in my kitchen with no breath, a torn shirt, and marked face. My father beats me to stand.

“I think it's best you go outside, Son.” He tells Thorald.

“I can't go until you understand why I was in town. I can't let you think…” My father starts pulling him to the backdoor. “No.. Rune, come on.” He is mostly muffled by the door, and then I hear my father's muffled voice.

I almost fall out of my chair when a deep roar comes through the air. I silently get back to baking, and when my father comes inside, he just sighs at my back before going to the living room. The rest of the day, I hear banging coming from the woods behind the barn, and I know immediately that it's Thorald. I grab my basket, fill it with a little of everything I made, and head toward the banging. I come to the clearing and see Thorald hammering a board to the side of the building. I set the basket down on the stack of wood he has next to him. He reaches for another piece of wood when he hits the basket handle, making him look down and then up to me.

“(Y/n).” He drops his hammer as he turns to me.

“You've been out here all afternoon, so I brought you food.” I don't know what to do, so I just look at the basket.

“I won't touch your food until you listen to my truth.” He sits on a log as he wipes himself with his shirt.

I move the basket to his hands as I sit next to him with a sigh. He hands me a pastry with jam, and then grabs the sandwich I made.

“I'd never touch a woman other than my own woman. I was at the hotel, because I found out my mother's sister is working there. I went to talk to her, but she would rather work there.” He shrugs. “I understand why you thought I was doing that, I would think the same, but I would never do that to you.” He pulls me to his side. “I was hoping…well I was hoping I could have your permission to be involved in the courting ceremony.” He stumbles over his words, and he doesn't realize he's squeezing me.

“You'd want to court me?” I look up at him in shock. Me? “Thorald you do know there are women fighting in the Town Square to even start the courting process with you.” I tell him in general amazement.

“Yea. I saw some of that today, actually none are my type. I like my women (y/short/tall he's 6.5), and (y/plus “soft”, athletic “lean”).” He smirks down at me.

I turn with a burning face, and look around the building he was working on when I came up.

“Don't answer yet. I want to do this right.” He gets up, and begins hammering again with more speed. I giggle as I watch him build away.

Throughout the fall months I would wake to gifts on my nightstand. My favorite is a cape he made with a fur cape. As it started to snow it kept me so warm. I would also give my own gifts for this courtship by having his lunch and dinner when he'd walk into the kitchen. I also am making him, well us, a quilt for when the courtship is over, and we get married.

I wake up earlier today, and as I'm getting ready I hear the floorboards creak. I hold back my giggle as my doorknob starts to turn. I quickly step behind the door once it begins to open, and Thorald quietly steps into the room. His back is to me when I tickle his side making him jump around with a deep growl.

“What are you doing awake?” He chuckles as he moves closer to me practically caging me to the wall.

“I don't know I woke up bright today.” I lean against his body for his warmth. “Besides I wanted to catch who was leaving me things.” I look up at him with my hands resting on his chest.

“Things like this?” He holds up fur gloves that matched the cape.

“Oh it matches!” I exclaim as I take them to try on. “They are so soft. Thank you.” I hug him with my face cuddling in his chest.

“I want to take you somewhere.” He plays with the ends of my hair while he hugs me.

He helps me put my new cape on, and leads me to the building he was working on when he asked me to start the courtship. It's now completed to be a great looking cabin. A lovely porch with a swing. I always wanted one.

“This is your home.” Thorald tells me as he leads me up the steps to the front door.

“Mine?” I ask, looking up at him confused.

“Yes I built this for you, and hopefully me if you accept my courtship.” He walks me around the cabin showing me the living room with a big fireplace, a big kitchen, and a couple rooms.

He made the wood on the wall look so smooth, and classic looking. I couldn't see myself anywhere else.

“I love it.” My cheeks hurt from smiling so big. I walk into the farthest bedroom. “Oh wow.”

I jump onto the big bed, and bury myself in the soft blanket and pillows. I roll around with groans and sighs. I'm so wrapped up in the soft bed I jump out of my skin when a hand rubs up my leg. I look up to a smiling Thorald.

“Thorald you know I accept this courtship. I wouldn't have said yes before if…” I'm silenced by Thorald kissing me so hard that his tusks poke my cheeks, and I feel mine press into his cheeks.

The warmth of his body wakes mine up as he leans over me. My legs completely open for him to rest in between them, and to rest on his hips. I moan against his lips as I squeeze my knees to his sides as he slides a hand into my hair, and his other arm wrap along my lower back making me arch toward him. He started to quickly kiss down my cheek to my neck, he tightens his hold on me.

“Thorald.” I moan out as I grab his arms.

His growl sounds frustrated as he leans back on his hand, and looks me over. In a blink of an eye he is ripping my clothes off of me, causing me to let myself lose. I push him up, so we both are on our knees, and begin to pull his clothes off. His hands hold me hard against him once his clothes are with mine on the floor of our room. I moan as I reach up to kiss him. With his hands roaming my body I grip his shoulders as I melt against his warm body.

“Lay down for me, baby.” He softly says in my ear.

He stays on his knees as I lay back onto the pillows. He runs his hands up my thighs as he leans down with kisses going back and forth from one thigh to the other. The grip he has on my thighs will leave a mark, but I'll love the memories. He stops for a moment giving me a quick glance before running his tongue along my opening. I gasp with a quick hand to the top of his head, but his tongue goes faster side to side, and around my clit before he begins to suck. I jump up scratching his shoulder while leaning on my elbow so I can watch his tongue move. His tongue then disappears into me leaving my head to fall back with a gasping moan. My legs are locking against his head as I begin to shake.

“Thorald please yes.” I fall back onto the bed with a deep gasp as he gives one finally suck.

I watch him as I catch my breath as he lifts my legs to hold in one hand as he holds himself in the other moving the head along my opening. My eyes clothes as he begins to push in making us both gasp. Him pushing completely through makes me lock my eyes with him while holding onto the back of his neck. He leans on one elbow as he holds me close with the other as he begins to move.

“I can't believe you accepted.” He kisses me hard.

“Thorald I…” I can't talk, I'm too overwhelmed.

“Just relax against me, baby. I got you.” He bites my earlobe as I hold onto him.

With me holding onto him he sits up with me on his lap. His hands move from my neck and back down to my hips as they move on their own. I lean my head against his as I roll my hips with a tight hold on his shoulders.

“That's it.” He groans into my shoulder. “(y/n)!” I begin to shake against him.

“Thorald please…” I moan out. “help.” I moan in frustration.

He tightly grips my hips, and helps me grind against him. I arch up with a loud scream like moan when I finally let go. Thorald takes my breast into his mouth as he lays me down. He pounds into me with a groan, tight squeeze of his arms, and his hot seed fills me.

“Oh my Gods.” I gasp for breath.

He rolls over with me on his chest.

“I can't let you go.” He softly says into my hair.

“You don't have to.” I smile into his chest.

I gasp as I feel him to get hard again as his hands move along my back. I move my hips as I lean up with my hands on his chest. His hands keep moving along my body as I move my hips to grind slowly against him. He pulls me back down to kiss me bringing his knees up, and begins to slowly push up. I hold the back of his neck as I hide my face into his neck with a moan. He moves faster with each moan that leaves me, and in seconds I'm practically screaming with him holding me down with deep rams. I tighten up against him with a tight grip on the back of his neck, and I finally relax against his body with a loud relaxed moan. He follows seconds later with a deep growl, and him gripping my chin with a deep kiss. He slowly pulls out of me, and softly rolls us to our side, holding me to his chest.

When I woke up that morning I had breakfast on the nightstand, and a naked orc trying to sneak back into the bed. I giggle at him as I pull him into a kiss. We pull back for him to pull the tray over my lap as he sits behind me, letting me lean against him. I lift pieces of fruit and bacon up to him, and we enjoy breakfast.

We got married that spring, and stayed in our home for a month before they had to start sailing again. After two years Thorald stopped sailing to stay with me on the farm. Which was smart because I ended up pregnant with twins, our boys Arik and Dagen. I had our daughter, Astra, when the boys were five.

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It's all up

Soooo are you guys ready for part 2 of Halforc Rothwell?

Also I have an other story coming called Orc Thorald?

About the daughter of Captain Rune, and a crew member.

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Pt2 Halforc Rothwell

Warning: gore, mature

Word count: 2,804

PART 2

Many of my people think I’m psychotic, and with days like today I agree with them. As I stand on the balcony of the castle that looks at the open field. My father decided to have William win back his Guard position by fighting in an even match against Rothwell. I was shocked that he came to me with this, but I was proud his old self was showing.

“EVERYONE LISTEN! I HAVE DECIDED TO GIVE WILLIAM A CHANCE!” My father started, letting his family clap and cheer. “HOWEVER HE WILL NOT WALK AWAY SCRATCH FREE!” The clapping stopped. “SIR ROTHWELL AND WILLIAM WILL HAVE THEIR FINAL MATCH TO SEE WHO IS THE BETTER WARRIOR.” My father has to stop his speech because Wiliam’s family and some others are causing a ruckus.

“SILENCE!” My inpatient voice carries over the field. My father smirks over at me in thanks.

“THE ONLY WAY WILLIAM CAN RECEIVE HIS TITLE BACK HE MUCH DEFEAT THE ORC LORD TO HIS KNEES.” My father finishes his speech to sit in his seat.

“EACH FIGHTER WILL RECEIVE ONE WEAPON OF THEIR CHOICE. THEY THEN WILL BE MOVED TO THEIR ONE SIDES OF THE FIELD. WHEN THE CANON IS RELEASED THE BATTLE HAS BEGUN. ANYONE THAT INTERFERES THAT FIGHTER IS DONE, AND BOTH PEOPLE WILL BE HUNG WITHIN THE HOUR.” People murmur amongst each other. William’s family, every last one of them, look like a lit canon ready to explode. “ALSO WHOEVER WINS THIS BATTLE WILL WIN MY HAND IN MARRIAGE.” There are collective gasps all around the crowd.

I lock eyes with Rothwell, give him a nod as I lift my hand for the guards to lead them to the middle of the field. Rothwell keeps his eyes on mine, making the guard wave his hand to get his attention. I laugh as I sit next to my father.

“Well that was an exciting announcement.” He chuckles.

‘’It makes this go faster. if you haven’t noticed Rothwell is very taken with me…” he interrupts.

“and you him.” He teases me. “No wonder you couldn’t find a husband. You needed a mountain.” He laughs as I push him with my elbow.

“Like I was saying, orcs are very territorial, so by me saying that, Rothwell will either rip him to shreds or he will play with William until he’s made his point.” I smile as I think of ways.

When we look back to the field the men are almost to either side of the field. Rothwell has an ax in his hand while William has a sword. I scuff at his cockiness.

“What?” Father asks.

“William is so arrogant. There is a bow with eight arrows in the sheave, and he grabs a sword.” I signal the cannon to fire.

William lifts his sword, swings it a few times, and starts walking toward Rothwell. Only to stop at the center, waving the sword in a come here motion. The orcs, who are watching from the courtyard, growl at William’s disrespect, however they have great control; they don’t move an inch. Rothwell however stomps his way to William throwing the ax into the dirt that lays less than a foot away from William. I watch Rothwell’s every movement, and he really is a mountain. William tries to swing his sword, but Rothwell takes the sword away like it was just a stick. Some people gasp, others just talk, some even leave, but the creatures were cheering like this was sport. I guess in a way it is a sport for us if it was an even match and didn’t end in death.

Everything goes quiet as Rothwell grabs William by his neck, but he doesn’t kill William. He looks at me. I forget people are there, and run my finger over the front of my neck. With a smirk on both mine and Rothwell’s he breaks William’s neck. Rothwell is so much stronger than humanly possible, so it causes William’s head to rip off. The courtyard was split with cheers while the other was making terror-like sounds, making people quiet down.

“SO THAT SETTLES IT!” My father’s voice breaks through the crowd. “SIR ROTHWELL HAS WON NOT ONLY THIS FIGHT, BUT HE HAS WON MY RESPECT.” The crowd has a staggered applause, while the creatures applause with pride. “HE ALSO WON..” My father holds his hand out to me. I let him lead me to his side. “MY dAUGHTER’S HAND IN MARRIAGE.” His speech ends with Rothwell lifting William’s head with a roar.

When he has everyone’s attention he throws the head to the ground, and looks up at me with a determined gaze. I look toward the side door that is the service hall, although is does lead to the escape tunnel. He gets the hint, and walks with a puffed out chest to the door.

“Goodbye father.” I hurry around him to the painting.

“You’re my daughter alright.” He chuckles. It doesn’t hit me until I’m in the tunnel. He used to make my mother take these tunnels to their hideaway cave my father made for them.

“Shut up, and shut the door.” I laugh with him.

I get to the door just as I hear his heavy steps. I slowly open the door, to see his muscular back. I knock on the door causing him to turn to me. William’s blood is still on him as he grabs me by my waist to lift me to his lips. I can never get over the smoothness of his tusks, and how his beard tickles my cheeks. As we pull apart I smile into his eyes.

“I knew you would win.” I wrap myself around him the best I could in this dress I was forced to wear for the formal event.

“You knew what you were doing by saying that marriage line.’’ He gives me a smirk before he leans down to kiss my neck then back to my lips.

He pulls back after some time, and lets me back down on my feet.

“We’ve been down here too long. My people will want to celebrate my victory, and I’m going to need my woman with me.” He pulls me to him, making me squeeze against his chest.

That night I stayed by Rothwell’s side, and celebrated with my future family. The later it got the more embarrassing Rothwell’s life stories became.

“Oh…” Sip of mead. “Oh! Remember when Rothwell was ten winters old, and asked his father what the horses were doing.” Everyone bellows out in laughter.

I lean into his side while laughing.

‘’So what were they doing?’’ I just fall into his chest as I fall in a laughing fit.

I don’t realize he is moving his arm to go over my face, while tightly holding me in place.

“Oh sweet girl I’d gladly show you.” His voice seems much more rough than usual.

My eyes snap up at him as my cheeks start to burn. He just smirks at me as he leans down to kiss, what I assume from the burning, red cheek. I gasp as I look around to make sure no one saw.

“No one here cares about public affection. We actually are big on showing who’s our mate.” He moves my hair out of my face.

I don’t know if it’s the mead or if it was my own will letting me, but I reach up to grab the back of his neck. Once I have him close enough I kiss him as hard as I could, so I know he can feel it.

~Month later~

I've received a hairpin that has a beautiful blue jewel, a dress belt with matching jewelry, however my favorite is this fur blanket I found on my bed. I don't think I've ever slept better with how warm and soft it feels.

I have learned I am allowed to give him gifts as well, but near the end of the process. I have read through the library about the orc process, but it doesn't say anything about the seasons being a factor. I do try to ask Rothwell about it.

"Can I ask you something, Rothwell?" I timidly ask as we walk back to my castle from his new settlement.

"Of course you can. I'll answer anything." We stop at the bonfire, taking a seat.

"Does the seasons actually matter according to the courting process?" I look up at him, and notice he seems to get nervous.

"Well not really." He stands while speaking. "I just need time…" He cuts himself off like he wants to say more.

"Oh, I can understand that. Besides…." I stand, smiling up at him. "I need time to finish a gift big enough for a giant." I teasingly say as I enter the castle.

As I shut the door I hear Rothwell growl to himself, causing me to giggle. I have a few hours before bed, so I head to the work room. I have taken up a room with leather, fabric & runes I bought from an orc woman in the new settlement. So far I only have an arm cuff made, but with the time I have I should be able to finish the necklace I'm making.

I've learned a lot from these creatures that have settled here, and how they appreciate each other. Rothwell more than anyone. We aren't even married yet, and he has been asking for my help on decisions for his settlement. Well not all I haven't been able to go near the far north side of it, and no one will tell me why.

As I finish my last two loops to hold the stones there's a knock.

“Yes!”

The door opens to Rothwell with a sheepish look on his face.

“Rothwell?!” I rush to cover my work, but end up dropping my bowl of runes on the floor.

He comes over to help pick them up, but I notice he's looking at some with a smirk.

“What are you doing here?” I ask as I take the runes from his hand.

He doesn't answer, he just looks over the table I've been hunched over for the past hour.

“I know it's not much, but I learned I can give you gifts as…” I squeal in surprise when I'm picked up and put on the table.

“You could have absolutely nothing, and I'd still marry you.” He leans close as he speaks with his deep voice.

I smile up at him as I reach over for his cuff. He smirks at me leaning on his one arm as he lifts the other arm to let me tie his gift onto the right arm. I quickly pull his dagger out of his waist, having him lock eyes with me. I smile as I slide his dagger into the shift I added along the wrist. He snaps up while looking at my gift in shock.

“That is the smartest idea I've ever seen. In battle my opponents won't see my dagger.” He excitedly talks.

“I'm glad you like it. I do have this..” I hold up the unfinished necklace. “I'm just having trouble with placing the right runes in the right order.” He holds the necklace in between his fingers as he looks it over.

“Who gave you these?” He begins to fidget with a rune.

“An orc woman that sells them in your settlement. I tried doing them myself, but cut my finger.” I giggle.

“Well Little one that woman is going to give you your money back.” He chuckles while he sits the necklace into my hands. “While I give her a stern talking too. That woman is my young sister, and the runes she gave you means…” He holds up the one he's been holding. “fertility…” He moves along to the others. “Protection, strength, partnership, and the rest are the same as the first, fertility.” He rests his hands next to my hips, caging me to the table.

“Oh..” I look down at the necklace, and try to figure out how I'm going to fix this mess.

“If you still would like to give me the finished product I will wear it proudly.” He softly takes it from my hands. “I know everything is new to you, but understand one thing. If you allow me to finish this ritual I will cherish anything and everything you give me, while tearing apart anyone who mocks us.”

I don't know what comes over me. I just grab the sides of his face, and kiss him deeply. His arm goes around me as he growls against my lips. His lips feel so much more softer than I thought they would, although his tusks are pushing into my chin. It's not sharp; it's more like pushing my cheeks to make my lips pucker more. We pull apart with a smile on both of our faces.

“Let me get you to your chambers before I throw everything out the window.” I giggle as he lifts me off the table to the floor.

As we walk in a comfortable silence I hold onto his arm, honestly enjoying the way his woodsy, smokey smell calms my mind. When we get to my hall I start to feel myself get upset knowing he will have to leave.

“Goodnight, Little one.” He kisses the top of my head before I walk into my room.

“Goodnight, Rothwell.” I smile to myself as I shut the door.

I go on the rest of my night as I normally would, however my body is on fire. I even have on the lightest nightgown I own, and even the fall breeze does nothing. I overlook the sky as I stand on my balcony wishing Rothwell was here. I go to turn when I see Rothwell at the main gate entrance. I watch him sneak around the guards, until he reaches under my balcony. He finally looks up with his eyes on mine.

“Hurry!” I try to whisper loud enough for him to hear.

He smirks at me before he disappears into a side door. I start getting very anxious with what will happen when my orc husband gets up here. I hear movement just a few moments later behind the painting that covers my escape door. How did he find that? It opens to Rothwell panting like he ran, which wouldn't surprise me with how quickly he got here.

We don't say a word, we quickly walk to each other. He lifts me as I kiss him with hurried movements. His growls along with my gasps fill the room as he lays me on my bed. He looks me up and down as his hand rests on my thigh.

“Tell me to stop, Princess.” his voice sounds like he's in pain.

“I need you Rothwell. I need my husband.” I look up into his eyes hoping he sees just how desperate I feel.

Within seconds my nightgown is ripped in two, and my orc husband has his mouth biting, kissing my body, and has his hand gripping along my body. I can't help but grip his hair, and scratch the top of his shoulder. As he travels down to my center my legs rub along his warm body. His heat melts my body to the bed until his tongue runs quickly up my center, hitting my clit for just a moment. It sends me up onto my elbows to look at him in shock.

“Again please, Rothwell.” I beg.

I see determination in his eyes before he dives his head in between my legs again. I can't believe how well his tongue moves along my center like he's been down there for years. He hits my clit with almost every up stroke, and he knew I needed it from his firm grip getting tighter to hold me still.

“Oh God Rothwell!” I scream out when his lips wrap around my clit, and sucks softly with a twirl like lick.

I fall to the bed as spots form all over my vision. I feel him climb onto the bed next to me, and pull to his warm body.

“I know your customs Little One. Don't worry about me.” He kisses my shoulder, and keeps me place as I try to turn and dismiss him. “Sleep. I'll see you at breakfast, even though I'd rather stay here, but I'd rather you not be a widow before we are even married.” I giggle at him as I turn to bury my face into his chest.

“That would be awful. I'd have to marry a boring human then.” He chuckles.

“Boring human? Little One they were boring to you way before I got here.” We laugh as we settle into the bed.

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Soooo are you guys ready for part 2 of Halforc Rothwell?

Also I have an other story coming called Orc Thorald?

About the daughter of Captain Rune, and a crew member.

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I want to start by saying I'm so sorry to everyone who is waiting for the next part of stories. I just got a 3m old puppy & she's a little tornado lol I swear I'm trying 😩

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3.1 Halforc Rothwell

Wrd count 2,469

Princess (Y/n) P.O.V.

When I turned fourteen I knew things were going to change in the worst possible way. I saw the royal doctors leaving my mother's chambers, and her ladies in waiting looking down so upset. I had just turned sixteen when I got woken by my mother's closest lady in waiting telling me to come quickly. I sat with my mother for an hour when she finally let go. My father stood by the door silently crying to himself. They did actually love each other.

That night my life became hectic. I took over Queen duties for the kingdom. Which is no problem, however my father's advisors are like the devil in his ear. My father is so poor minded that the lies they tell him he believes them. I do feel bad for my father. He was just a guard when he and my mother, the princess, fell for each other. He does care for our people, he just doesn't understand how to communicate with them, so he leaves it to William. William is the head guard that is supposed to help my people when they need it, but he's just a tyrant.

Like today, William and Henry, the main advisor, are telling my father that the creatures that are coming to do trade are tricking my father. They are telling him that these creatures are raiding savages. I've heard enough from these two.

"Alright that's enough. What are your sources for all this?" I stop them just as they walk to the maps to map out an attack on the incoming ships. "My sources tell me the reason for any attacks was that the Tearings Kingdom enslaved them." I look at my father's indecisive face.

"I have insiders in the Silentdew Kingdom, Sire." Henry boosts with a mocking smile.

"I don't remember a ship leaving for that long of a voyage, so when was this?"

I'm completely ignored.

"These creatures are here simply for land. I myself have sent letters with their King, so I will not have these stories to be spread. If no problems are caused then no problems will occur. They should be docking in just three days, and we must greet them accordingly." My father takes over. He turns to me. "(Y/n) I need you to be there for their reassurance that we give faith into our new arrangements." I give my father a reassuring smile.

"I was hoping to meet them at dinner." I try to sound proper, not too obvious.

"I know, I know. I just need them to know even with your own… legacy, we are here united for good reasons." I laugh at his pausing for the right words.

What he had difficulty with is my true title. Queen General (full name). At fourteen my mother insisted my father train me in some sort of defense. What she didn't expect was for me to get completely infatuated with fighting, and well I became General after my eighteenth birthday. No one argued the title placement, because they knew I actually worked for it. Sadly I had to give that title to William last year when I turned twenty. My father told me it was time for me to settle down, so he's been finding suitors for me. Most of them did seem good on paper, so I don't fault my father on that point. It's just when they open their mouths nothing intelligent comes out just pompous showboating, or their egos get destroyed from my legacy. At least my father doesn't fight me when I tell him I won't marry them.

Besides, my biggest problem is dealing with an overly cocky William. He's been following me around assuming I'm turning the suitors away for him, because we've known each other since childhood. Granted as a child he was better to tolerate. Over the years I've learned just the type of man he's become, and the amount of female servants I've helped from his whole group. My mother taught me very early that I can't stop men like that, so that's why the only females that work in my castle are my own close ladies. I have made an example of what happens when I catch you in certain acts which helped the women in the town as well. Sadly mother was right. That's why I pray to her that I'm right with these creatures that come here, they docked yesterday. Tomorrow I will actually meet their leader, and have dinner.

This morning I'm woken up by my ladies to get ready for the creature's arrival. They should be here by midday, and by then I should have my nerves somewhat controlled. Which doesn't seem fruitful when the laces of my dress are being pulled back to cut my breathing off. I wasn't used to these formal dresses, and hair styling anymore. I mostly stayed in work dresses, and kept my hair braided to the side. I look like my mother with my hair like this, and she'd love this.

I walked down the main steps as the gates opened for three mountainous horses carrying orcs. I come to a stop in the only open place next to my father. Of course it's next to William. I keep myself looking at the gorgeous horses, but I'm stuck on the short haired one with a scruff-like beard. His yellow eyes scan the crowd, they seem to shine with curiosity as he sees something new.

"I like your hair this way, Princess." William takes me away from the orc. "I wanted to surprise you, but Friday I'm telling your father about us." I feel his hand move along my arm. "I can't let you keep this charade of the suitors." The entire feeling from him makes me nervous, causing me to move away immediately.

I hear him chuckling as I step to my father as he steps closer with the orcs following. Once I take a deep breath I realize I didn't hold my composure when my face relaxes. My father introduces me to Lord Rothwell and his guards. I look up at him in amazement as I outstretch my hand.

"Welcome Sir Rothwell." I offer him my hand.

"I'm very happy to be here, My Lady." His smile brings his tusk to a better view as he brings my hand to meet his lips, letting me feel just how smooth his tusks are.

Throughout the day, we are in the meeting hall going over the maps showing them their lands, and discussing laws. I was surprised when we have similar laws, granted they had more for the different creatures, which they gave us their law books.

Once dinner is served, it's like we have all known each other for years with the laughter coming from the dining hall. I sit left of my father as Rothwell sits across from me. I could listen to him talk about his people all night. He talks with such passion, the way his eyes light up when he speaks of certain people, well creatures.

"I'm glad we are on the same page about this settlement." I'm father raises his cup to cheer.

"Yes, I like how we are using the river as a boundary. It is very clever. That way no one can say they don't know where they are going." He cheers with my father.

"That was (y/n)'s idea. I swear if you spend a day with her you'd be amazed with what she comes up with." Father laughs as he shakes my shoulder making my food fall off my spoon.

"I'd love to spend a day with you." Rothwell looks me in the eyes as he says this, his voice makes my ankles lock together on their own.

"Sir Rothwell, do you hope this is a permanent settlement or just for the resources?" I generally want to know for my own knowledge and my kingdom's.

"Completely permanent, Princess." He smirks once responded.

My father grabs Rothwell's attention for some battle stories, but William decides now will be best to slide into the seat next to mine. I roll my eyes at his drunken smile.

"Father?" I try to properly get his attention.

"I was thinking about sunset for our ceremony." William begins. "The windows in the church shine perfectly at that time." He reaches for my piece of hair, but I move back.

I look back to my father to see him still talking, but Rothwell is eyeing William with hard eyes. William leans closer to continue his wedding talk, trying to touch me, making me grip my eating knife. He goes to reach for me again, and I snap. I push him back with my knife pointed at his lower rib. He drops his cup, leaving the wine to puddle the floor, and raises his hands. I slightly lean forward with my eyes locked on his terror filled ones.

"I've tolerated you all day, with your wedding bullshit talk, and you trying to touch me." He goes to speak, but me pushing the knife slightly further makes him stop. "If you so much as think of coming near me in the next couple of days. I swear the moment my eyes land on you I will cut your ribs out right there. Am I understood?" I sternly finish with a last push of the knife.

"Yes, Princess. I'm terribly sorry I won't bother you again." He rushes out his apologies as he nods quickly.

I raise my knife to the side for him to shakily run to the doors of the dining hall. Everyone is still silent as I turn back to my food. As I bite into my food I look up to Rothwell slightly biting his lower lip. I can feel my neck up to my face get hot as I look back down to my plate. Everyone starts to mumble about me as they get back to dinner.

"Daughter, must you embarrass the poor boy." Father laughs as he fills my cup with wine.

"Yes I must. Animals like him don't listen to normal talk, so I must get straight to the point." I take a big gulp of my wine as I stand. "Well goodnight father, enjoy your night." I kiss my father on the forehead. "Please don't get him completely gone. I'd like him to be somewhat functional." I laugh with Rothwell as the others raise their cups to me.

I walk to my chambers with an orc on my mind, and how my mother would be shocked that this is who I'm thinking about. Once in my chambers I change into my night dress getting comfortable as the night bonfire is lit in town Square. I lean against the balcony door crossing my arms at William's nonsense. I'm brought out of my thoughts as a crowd forms, and William steps through along with Rothwell. I could finally see that Rothwell is three feet taller than William, and is much bigger as well. The small group that came with Rothwell cheers for Rothwell as the fight starts. I watch as Rothwell practically throws William like a child around the circle. William slides along the ground making me laugh, and Rothwell raises his arms as he roars in celebration with his men. One of the creature men point up toward me, making him look up at me. I give him a sarcastic clap, but inside I want to scream for him. His roar was much louder as his men crowd him like he won something. William steps back to him in a drunken like sway, maybe it's a painful sway. Rothwell swats the air telling him he's done, but William says something that's obviously antagonizing. Rothwell actually throws him this time, but I feel that still wasn't his full strength. I watch William use his horse to stand. Rothwell walks away with his group of men as my men get back to work on the weapons. William however takes his sword from the sheath he keeps on his horse, and runs toward Rothwell with the sword high in the air. I grab a book that I left on the balcony, and throw it at Rothwell. It hits one of his men, making him turn to me. I just point at William. I quickly run down the stairs as the yelling echoes off the walls. They grow louder as I get to the Town Square. I signal to the cannon gunners to shoot a cannon. My men stop, and stand to attention. The creatures slowly stand to their feet. I step calmly through the sea of men to the ones that are still gripping onto each other. I take the sword of one of the closest men.

"Enough!" I use the sword to push William back.

Once he sees it's me he falls to his knees.

"Meeting hall, NOW!" My voice booms off the walls.

As I follow the two men into the hall my father is standing there with an angry expression. As I walk around them I throw the sword into a table. I look at the marks William somehow got on Rothwell with worry, but when I look at how William looks I couldn't hold my smirk.

"I don't mind when you men fight for show or for your own amusement. However I will not tolerate you having war IN THE MIDDLE OF MY KINGDOM!" My father yells out like he never has before. "Not only did you want to spar with an orc, you tried to strike an unarmed man in the back." My father speaks in shame at William. "Lets not begin to discuss what happened at dinner with my daughter." He turns to me. "Why was he threatened anyway?"

"Well throughout the day he has tried grabbing me, telling me that I am to marry him, and how the suitors I've declined were for his benefit." I tell my father honestly.

While I explain to my father Rothwell snaps his head to William like he actually wants to kill him.

"Guards!" Father suddenly yells, making me jump in surprise. "Lock William in the tunnels until I can deal with him in the morning." William is pleading as he is being pulled out once he's gone father sits with a deep sigh. "I should've done that years ago." He looks up at me as he rests his head on his fingertips looking between me and Rothwell. "Hmm well. Should we start the courting process?" He asks Rothwell with a no tolerance voice.

"Yes." Is all Rothwell says with a last look at me before storming out.

"Courting process?" I question my father.

He just dismisses me to bed, and tells me to enjoy the gifts.

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1. Werebear Toric pt 1

Wrd count 2,313

Warnings: Angst in the beginning, implied smutt, fluff, women power lol

(Y/n) P.O.V

Finding your mate is supposed to be an unworldly thing, and is cherished by many people. Being the daughter of the moon goddess that made me extremely excited to find mine, because I knew my mother would find me the perfect one. When I actually found my mate I thought he was this sexy, powerful man. He was the son of an Alpha, and he had so much confidence. I felt we would make a great couple, and when he brought me back to his pack I thought he was happy.

I was extremely wrong. Once he brought me back I met his parents, and his girlfriend. I understand he wasn't a monk, so I just assumed he would break up with her. He wouldn't let me stay in his room, because he said he wanted to get to know me better before completing the mate bond. He would just spend time with me during the afternoon after training.

"(Y/n) honey why aren't you outside?" His mother, Agetha asks confused. "I thought training was about to start soon."

"I don't go to training. Minson told me to stay inside until he came to get me." I tell her truthfully.

She looks at me confused, and it seems like something hits her. She takes my hand firmly but softly, and leans me upstairs. She walks us toward Minson's room, and I hear the most awful high pitched moan squeal sound. I stop in my tracks as Agetha gives a Luna growl. I can't believe I am given this type of mate. When Agetha marched inside the room I ran outside, and shifted. I howl in agony as I come to a stop in the middle of the woods.

I stay there until the sun starts to set. I slowly walk back to the house, and grab a blanket that is kept behind the trees. When I walk inside it's deathly quiet. I just go to my room to put clothes on. I have so many questions in my head, but they stop when Agetha knocks on the door.

"(Y/n) I honestly can't tell you how sorry I am." She hugs me in a tight embrace. "Are you okay? I mean hurting?" She's the sweetest woman.

"I feel okay, just confused." I sit on the edge of my bed. "Why even bring me here, why not just reject me?" I talk out loud.

She sighs as she hugs me from the side, but before she says anything Stewart, Minson's father walks in. He puts his hands on his hips while shaking his head.

"I even tried using the alpha command to get him to break the bond, but his heartless ass won't do it." He growls in frustration.

"Then I will." I stand up. "I will break it, and I will go home." I give them a soft smile.

They follow after me as I walk toward Minson's room. As I go to knock it opens, and Priscilla steps out.

"What are you doing here? I thought you'd leave by now." She giggles. "You might want to leave soon, you wouldn't want to see your mate celebrate his baby shower with another woman would you?" She laughs like she said something hilarious.

"You are pregnant?" Agetha asks, shocked. "That stupid boy."

"Of course I am. We haven't left each other since he's been back." She taunts.

"ALRIGHT!" I shout pushing her back. "Malet guol imotrell qet ne bentul!" I chant the old magic of chaos.

She falls onto the couch with a shocked expression. I go to finish my punishment chant to remove her bond to any future mate, and then Minson walks in with a deep growl. I lock eyes with him, and I feel something completely snap. My body begins to glow white.

"(Y/n) stop!" I hear my mother's voice.

She appears like she's walking in from the balcony, and has a look of pure concern. I can feel my body fighting with itself, but when my mother puts her arms around me I collapse. My mother lays me on the couch as she stands tall. My mother steps toward the scared couple.

"You stupid boy. You have caused so much imbalance, and caused a future goddess to break into chaos." She turns to his parents. "I will give you a choice as his parents, and as a thank you for treating my daughter as your own. Either he loses his wolf, or you chain him until I deem him free. As for that pack whore, she's to be outed to the rogues until she gives birth, because she has her own problems ahead." Mother uses her Goddess voice, making everything she says an unbreakable punishment.

"Moon mother, I would like to chain him, so the pack will know he will never be Alpha." Stewart timidly tells my mother, but still has a strong voice.

"What?! Father I haven't done.." Minson tries to argue, but my goddess roar stops him.

"Her chaos has been let go, because of what YOU did. I knew I shouldn't have given her a mate, but her father wanted her to have a normal love life." She scoffs as she rants. "You have no idea how much pain it takes for a Goddess to lose for her chaos to take over!" She starts losing her composer the more she speaks to him.

That night he is forcefully carried, in front of the whole pack, to the underground dungeon. The pack watches on as they yell at him. Priscilla is shamefully walking behind him, sobbing like it would help her. Once everyone learned what I actually am they sent gifts of apology for their leader.

The next morning, my mother and I went back to my father's kingdom, which is now mine since I am of age with no mate. Father apparently wanted me to be normal, but I guess he didn't think of me getting my heart broken. Once home I immediately went to work on the kingdom.

1 Year later

It's been almost a year since I got back home. My kingdom is widely known for trading, and its unbreakable military. This whole year I've never stopped working, or studying more strategies. Honestly it kept my mind in order, so I could lock up my chaos.

With everything going so well I decided to throw a ball in honor of not only my success, but the kingdom's. I invited everyone from the townspeople, to Minsons parents. Throughout the year Agetha and I would send letters to each other to make sure everything is going alright. I even allowed Stewart to trade in the market, and my ports.

Once I got back to my kingdom I heard of this Orc woman, Kiva, who does amazing work. Sadly I only went to the kingdom for a short visit, so I didn't get to get any dresses. However I sent my dresser to Silentdew to see if this Kiva could make me a dress, and she delivered. She made me a dress fit for a goddess. When I first got it I couldn't stop looking at it. My jeweler gifted me with a lovely crown of stones he calls moonstones.

I could hear the violins playing as I came down the stairs. The ballroom was already filled with so many different people. As I walked in everyone stopped, and bowed. I waved for the music to start, and as the piano picked back up everyone got back to dancing. I couldn't stop my smile as I danced around the couples to get to my throne. While I start to sit Minson's parents come walking to me with wide smiles.

"Oh (y/n). Everything just looks amazing." Agetha rants as she hugs me.

"Thank you so much for coming." I tell them both.

"We are so greatly appreciative of you allowing us to come." Stewart bows to me.

"Oh please you tw…" I'm stopped by a whiff of pine and rain, making my head snap up.

"(Y/n)?" Agetha asks, concerned.

"Um… excuse me for a moment." I walk to the edge of the room, following where that smell is coming from.

When I tell you time itself stopped when the loudest, deepest growl came from toward my throne. Everyone stops, facing toward my throne, and standing where I once stood is a man. I almost whine when I see him, I can't even describe him properly. He is the tallest, strongest looking man I've ever seen. His honey-colored eyes move around the room until they catch mine. He holds his hand out to me as I take timid steps. People part for me as I let my wolf do what she needed. She makes me rush to his side, and just hide in his chest. Everyone starts to cheer when his hand rests on my head.

The ball picks back up as he holds me to his side. I was moved there when he walked us to the side where the curtain would cover us. I'm almost too scared to actually look at him, because what if he is just as vile as my first mate.

"Babybee, can you look at me?" His voice is so deep, but soothing.

I take a deep breath before I look up at his honey brown eyes, and my body all down to my soul relaxes. He moves his large hand to hold the side of my face as he smiles at me. I can feel myself getting bashful from him just looking at me.

"My name is Toric. Could you tell me your name?" He leans onto the wall, making me lean against his chest.

"(Y/n)." I timidly tell him.

"I'm glad to have found you (y/n)." His voice is so soothing. "To believe I almost didn't come when my brother invited me." He doesn't take his eyes off my face.

"I finally have a mate. I can actually feel it this time." I take a deep breath of his scent.

"This time?" He steps back confused.

I sigh. "Come with me."

I take his hand to walk him to my office. His big form takes up the whole couch as he sits down. I can't feel my body get nervous to the point I'm shaking while I shut the door, my back leaning against it.

"Toric I don't know how to begin to explain." I sit on the edge of my desk, locking my hands together. "You…I… okay. I'm not just any wolf. My mother is the moon mother." I test him with that, but he doesn't even move an eyebrow. "I have had a mate before, but he wasn't the best mate. My mother and his parents had him locked up for punishment. That was a year ago." I look down at my hands. "I didn't think she'd give me another mate."

I snap my head up to him standing. I honestly thought he was leaving, but he walks toward me with a blank expression.

"What did he do to you?" He simply asks.

"He brought me to his pack only to get his girlfriend pregnant." I look into his eyes with honesty. "I even told him to reject, his father even tried to use his Alpha command, but he just kept on." I sigh wanting to reach for him.

"Tell me." He rests his hands next to my hips after a couple of moments. "What feels different now than before?" He asks, leaning down to my height, practically squatting down like I am a child.

"I feel safe, I want to constantly touch you. With him I worried if I said the wrong thing he'd be angry." I slowly move my hands to his warm arms. "I didn't mind being away from him, but with you just the thought of you leaving this room makes me want to grab hold of you." I look into his honey brown eyes as I give him my thoughts.

"I will give you anything you wish Honeybee just actually say my name." He leans his forehead against mine. "You said it so quickly.

"Toric." I giggle at him. "Does that mean everything is okay?" I anxiously ask him.

"Honeybee, I am your mate. He doesn't matter." My legs open when he pulls me closer to him. "Besides…" He stands to his normal height. "My name sounds better coming out of your mouth than his."

"You don't even know his name." I slid off my desk to stand in front of him.

"Doesn't matter." He waves his hand while he walks to the door. "Let's get this party over with, so I can have my mate to myself." He keeps his growl low as I walk toward him.

I rest my hand on his chest giving his honey eyes one last look before stepping out of the room. However I didn't get far. I'm pushed against the wall with Toric lifting me to his height. I grip into his hair as his lips connect with mine. His arms tighten around me with a final push of his lips.

"Sorry Honey Bee, I couldn't stop." I giggle at his bashful face.

"It's okay Toric." I smile at him as he slowly lowers me back to the floor.

We rejoined the ball, getting many questions as to where we were, but Toric would turn the conversation. I couldn't leave the warmth from under his arm. Minson's parents introduced themselves. I told him how we stay in touch, and how sweet they were to me while I was with their pack. He thanked them for their kindness. As the night ended Toric gave word to his brother, who is a full werewolf and a Duke for King Jule of Silentdew, to send his belongings here.

Pt2 is up!

[queenquinzel715]

Hi did you happen to write the NCIS x reader dentist story yet? I saw the request from an anonymous on your blog but I can't seem to find it. Btw I love your Gibbs x reader undercover story.

I just shared it for you 💚 I really appreciate you reading

[queenquinzel715]

I loved youd Gibbs x reader if you're willing to I would like to request one. Y/n has a tooth she needs to get pulled but she's scared of the dentist. For days she gets calls the team hears her cancel plans they assume it's a date meanwhile her tooth pain gets worse she can drink cold she can't drink hot can't eat without pain One day her phone rings when she's out Gibbs answers the dentist office pretty much asks if she is rescheduling her afternoon appointment again he tells them she'll keep it. He tells her they are going to talk to a suspect but brings her to the dentist. "I know you're scared, but i can see your in pain. I will be with you the whole time" she holds his hand from the second they get out of the car till she falls asleep on his couch afterwards.

I know it's probably stupid but I need the fictional moral support. Of course you don't have to write it!

I TOTALLY get this because I have the biggest phobia of the dentist myself.

Now I do have some other stories for my other series that have been forgotten about lmao but I will definitely do this 💚

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Pt 1 2. Half Orc Captain Hamal

Brief SA/Suicide warning

Word count 1,832

(Y/n) pov

Ever since I could remember I've always worked, but when my parents died it tripled. I had to pay for the house they left me, which is falling apart. I lived next to the main tavern in town, so it only made sense to take the job as bar maiden. Every night I serve all different creatures along with humans, so it can be a lot more rambunctious than people are used to. During the day I try to fix my home, but can only get so much done with the four hours before I have to leave.

Today starts like every other. I eat, then start hammering the boards to the wall. I'm halfway through the main wall when someone bangs on my door. I keep hold of the hammer as I answer the door. The King's guard is standing there with three of his followers. You see they just run the town how they see fit, and that meant tormenting the poor people that live here.

"We've gotten complaints of this eye sore." His voice tries to boom, but I swear he's pushing it too hard.

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm trying to work as fast as I can, but it's only me." I plead.

"Well no wonder. A woman can't build a fire let alone fix a house." He and his group laugh at what he believes to be a joke.

"Well if that's all I'm gonna get back to work." I try to shut the door, but he moves his way inside.

"When I say complaints I mean they want this hole gone." He looks around the small house as two if his followers come inside with him. "However I can ignore this eyesore for some simple payment." He smirks at me, his eyes look down to me gripping the hammer tighter.

Before I could blink he ripped the hammer out of my hand, and threw it across my kitchen. I try to run to the backdoor. Of course he grabs me, but by the back of my hair. He uses my hair as a guide to move me to the couch my father built, throwing me face first onto it. With my dress getting ripped, to them tying my hands to the armrests, and them laughing as they grabbed at me I black out. I still see, feel and hear everything that is going on. I just lay there, helpless. Once they are done I'm cut from the armrest, and left there with one leg hanging off the side, my face in the cushion, and the sharp pain in between my legs. With some miracle strength I sit up gasping at the pain shooting through my whole body. I look around what's called my home, but now it's nothing but a nightmare. A reminder of death, pain of loss, pain of force, and just pain of work. I sit there for I don't know how long before I realize it's dark. I take a deep sigh as I gather myself to grab the pieces of dress on the floor.

Something seems to snap in my brain as I slowly stand on my feet as I look around. I go to the closet where I keep my clothes, and grab a random dress. Once it's somewhat on I give one last look before leaving, and walking through this awful town. My daze-like eyes scan the town, and the forest as I walk ahead. I feel the forest floor poke at my feet.

Hamal pov

Everyone is laughing, cheering their drinks, overall having a good time. I look around the tavern for a certain (h/c) bar maid. I was actually going to talk to her this time. I've had enough of my own men making their own practical jokes about me. It's getting dark out, when I notice she still isn't here. I'm lifting my beer to my lips as Talen, a werewolf that has been on my crew for years, comes hurling through the people with a worried look on his face.

"There's something wrong with (y/n)."

"What do you mean?" I immediately sit up, slamming my beer mug down.

"I saw her walking in the town with this off look, and when I got close I smelt blood, and different human smells. When I came here she was heading to the woods." He hurries out.

I don't even respond, I just run out of the tavern to the woods. I can smell her blood like it's an arrow. I see a clearing up ahead, but when I come through I see my (h/c) haired barmaid standing on the cliff.

"(Y/n) don't!" I try to get her attention, but she jumps.

(Y/n) pov

I heard a deep voice yell at me, but it's too late. I'm hearing wind in my ears blocking everything out. My body crashes with the cold water making me lock up. I open my eyes to see the bubbles clear as I sink lower. I'm almost to the ground when my chest tightens. As my body makes contact with the ground I see two long cloud-like things swim around in a circle above me. I'm in awe as they come closer, and see half human octopus, and a mermaid. They grab my arms, swimming me to the top, making me gasp for air. I'm coughing as I'm squinting my eyes at them while they hold me up.

"You stupid girl! Why would you do that?" The octopus woman firmly talks.

"Octia please the poor thing doesn't need you berating her for her choices. Let's just get her to Kelim. Hopefully he can get all the water out of her lungs." The mermaid tries to reason.

I feel tentacles wrap around my waist, and arms around my shoulders guiding me to the small cave that was under the cliff. We go through a portal of some kind like pushing through a thin sheet. I'm placed on a dock with the mermaid sitting next to me.

"I'm sorry." I say softly as I black out.

I go in and out of consciousness. At one point I'm in a tent, the next a man is upside down looking at me, another I'm alone, but the final time I wake up I'm surrounded by a group of women, some with worried faces, some with curiosity, and some just looking at me. They gasp all at once, but the mermaid that helped me moves away. I stay just how I am until I see a man look over a woman's head.

"Good, you're awake. You gave the girls a fright." I just look at him. "I'm Kelim the doctor of this island, if you will. Sadly we don't know why you jumped, but you have a lot to learn. I got the water out of your lungs." He helps me sit up.

"Why would they help me?" I finally ask.

"Well I saw you jump, and Nixie felt your sadness. She says she felt something wanting to hold you." Octia answered.

I deeply sigh as I look at the cabin we were in, and how the water women are able to be inside from a small pool in the floor.

Hamal's pov

My men have kept their distance as we load up the ship. You could say I've been in a harsh mood these past couple of weeks, would be an understatement. I watched the woman I cared for deeply jump to her death, and I have a deep imagination of why. Talen was able to sniff out which scent it was, and found three of the King's guards as the owners. I take them to the forest, and let my men do as they wished with them as I sat on the edge of the cliff.

"We're all loaded up sir." A demon crewman softly tells me.

We set sail through the deep sea. It doesn't take long for a storm to come through. My life has just plummeted. The storm gets rougher as we try to fight the currents. As waves push and pull my ship I see what look like arms moving the waves. I glide as much as I can with the wind, and waves. My ship evens it as the wind dies down, but it's going to close to rocks. My men are pointing at things in the water. I see men and women merfolk push the ship in the direction of the land. My men start to shout, but when the elves are trying to calm everyone down.

"It's a portal. Relax!'' They yell to the others.

A portal? Why are they taking us there? We go through the portal to a whole other world full of different creatures. I point to the anchor to signal I'm stopping, and yell to the men to drop anchor. I watch from my wheel as my men jump from the sides to meet with the others. I watch as merfolk go onto land, crowding this certain cave.

I ignore it, thinking that it is their home, but when I see (h/c) hair come up from the water of the cave. My hands drop to the ship's railing, gripping it to the point of almost breaking it. The merfolk women move her to the front. I get a better look at my barmaid that has fins coming from out of her head. I watch her in complete awe like if I blinked she'd be gone. She moves with so much elegance as she moves in the water. I quickly grab a net as she gets to the ship's side. I pull her over the edge, finally having her in my arms.

"I watched you jump." I couldn't believe she's here.

"I…I know. Nixi, Octia, and Kelim helped me get my tail." She turns to the group of merfolk women. "I have a family again." She seems to be talking mostly to herself, but it makes me smile. "I heard you yell." She turns to me in a timid voice.

"I couldn't lose you, but I understand why." I sit on the bench I have behind my wheel. "One of my men, Talen, saw you walk through the town, and saw how dazed you were. Also since he's a werewolf he smelt…" I stop myself from saying anymore."Sadly I was too late." I lean my head against the side of hers. "I've watched you every night since I docked in that dreadful town. How you'd serve so many people with that darling smile, and even with my rambunctious crew, you laughed." I chuckle at a memory from my crew members falling off a table trying to dance on top. "I just couldn't keep my eyes off of you, and now I don't think I ever will." I look down at her tail causing her to giggle.

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Halfdan 18+

Wrd count 3,398

Y/n p.o.v

People always told my mother that twins were a true blessing of Freya, but when one is a crippled son while the other is a normal girl, it gets more difficult. My brother Ivar was born ten minutes after me, but he deems himself my boss. Growing up I was in charge of pulling Ivar everywhere I went, which was mostly to Uncle Floki's home. He taught us everything we needed to learn on how to be Viking. Most came to fear Ivar, but when I got caught in my own hunting cabin torturing a man that was watching over Kattegat. I got the nickname Galco which means monster. So far I've never been bothered by the name, people would run away, and I'd be left alone like I like.

Over the years my brothers have allowed me to be in charge of weapons, but of course I have my shadow behind me telling where I mess up.

"You have to sharpen that end or it won't snap into place." Ivar snaps over my shoulder.

"I know Ivar I'm not finished." I try to calmly respond.

"Don't snap at me, because you're to stupid to actually build weapons properly." He rolls his eyes with his sassy voice.

"Can't build…." I slam the arrow shooter down as I turn to him. "Ivar I've been building weapons while you were going crazy crawling after Floki, so would you shut up." I walk out of the work area we have in the blacksmiths.

I was stomping my way through Kattegat, people would jump out of my way, but one man kept following me without me even noticing. The brother of King Harald Finehair, Halfdan the Black, a man that has worked with my father and eldest brother, a man I've heard so many stories of, and admired since I began my own stories. I've heard he's been asking questions about me, and since the first stories that are told are my torture stories then I'd say it's good he wants to hear more. I'm opening my cabin's windows when I see a shoulder poking from behind a tree. I quickly grab my bow and arrow, shooting the tree in warning, and to my shock Halfdan jumps from behind with his hand up with a sly smirk on his face. I watch his every step as he walks across the field getting closer to the window.

"Why are you here?" I ask imitately.

"I heard of this cabin, and saw you coming out here. I thought I would get a look at your weapons." He seems to be speaking truthfully.

"Behind a tree?" I smirk at him as I lean on the window.

He seems to stagger a bit, but when I point to the door he walks inside. He eyes all the weapons I have hanging on the walls, but stops at my baskets of snakes.

"I tend to collect different snakes I see on my walks." I honestly tell him.

We get comfortable talking about the different weapons I have made or in the middle of making. He helps me finish the arrow shooter and advance another weapon I had. We tell stories as we work, mostly raiding stories, his England times, and I give him my details of my nickname sake. The way we move together is like we've been with each other for years. Once the sun starts to set I roast some meat and potatoes as we sit on the palette I have made of blankets and pillows.

"I still don't understand why Galco is your name. Why would a mother name a gorgeous girl like that?" He waves around the bone he has in his hand.

"My name is (y/n) Halfdan." I laugh. "People just call me that since I started torturing people." I take the plates away as I laugh.

"(Y/n) is much better." He compliments, standing up. "I'd much rather call you that." He's standing against my back now.

"Halfdan, you know my brothers will kill you if you continue to try this." I informed him.

"Love, do you think.." he runs his hands on my waist to connect them on my stomach. "I care about your brothers when I have a goddess like you in front of me." He softly kisses my shoulder, causing me to lean my head back. "I want you as mine (y/n)." He whispers to me as he moves his hands along my body. "I need someone who thinks like I do, who can handle my ways." He turns me around to face him.

"Halfdan, I take words seriously. If this happens then you are mine." I grab his arms so I can lean into him.

He deeply kisses me while he pulls me against his chest, and all I could do was move my hands to hold onto the back of his shoulders. Everything moves so fast as he pulls my dress off to me pulling his clothes apart. He slowly lays me onto the palette with a hand behind my head, and his arm around my waist. His lips move around my neck, shoulder, down my chest, and once to my breast he licks my nipple in circles. I hold onto the back of his head not really feeling anything in my body other than heat, and shaking.

"Halfdan please." I moan out as he kisses down.

His head goes in between my legs using his shoulders to keep them out of his way. I've never had a man do this to me before, and I'm angry at every man I've been with for not doing this amazing thing. I couldn't stop moaning his name loud, and having my back shoot up into an arch. He keeps moving his tongue around, but he adds his finger into me. With his finger curling up, his tongue circling around I tighten my legs around his head and cum so hard making him groan as he gets everything. As he stands on his knees he wipes his mouth, but his eyes stop me. They were almost black with a primal look, like he was claiming me completely just for him. I let my legs rest on his hips as he leans over me with his hard cock slowly entering making me gasp, but he kisses me as he bottoms out. I hold the back of his head with one hand, his side with the other as he starts moving. He rests his forehead against mine with a groan while I moan out. He grips my hip as he goes harder.

"Halfdan!" I yell from the stretch I've never felt.

"Mine" He groans, his head falling into my neck.

He starts pounding away like he lost all self power, and is letting everything go. I can't even begin to think of how good he feels from the non stop cumming. He lifts my legs higher to his shoulders making him go so much deeper than before. He's holding onto my hips using them to help him pound into me. My body arches as I let out a loud moan, but as I feel my body shake he groans loud.

"Fuck!" Halfdan finishes deep inside me with a tight grip on my hips.

He lets my legs fall as he slowly pulls out of me causing a surprise gasp to leave my mouth. He gives me a smirk as he leans back down to kiss me, and lay down next to me. I'm so relaxed my eyes won't open, and his body is so warm I don't want to move.

-Next Morning-

"Love, I have to get going." I'm woken up by Halfdan whispering into my ear.

"Then leave, why must I get up." I smirk at him.

He rolls his eyes before kissing me, rolling over me as his hands cage me to the pallet. He kisses around my face, neck, and down to my chest. He gives me a soft smirk as he stands.

"You have to get up, because I know your brothers will be looking for you if you aren't at breakfast." He holds his hand out to me.

"Ugh. I wish they'd let me be." I grumble as he helps me stand, but pulls me to his chest.

My naked body against his clothed body just makes him feel so much warmer than mine. He holds me by my lower back.

"I could always just take you with me. You'd be left alone… for the most part." He grabs me tighter causing me to laugh.

He gives me a last hug before leaving. I smile to myself as I lift my dress from the floor, but I almost lose my heart when an angry Ivar comes crutching his way into my cabin.

"Halfdan?! Have you…no no I know you've lost your mind!'' He yells pointing at his finger in my face.

"Ivar I'm a grown woman I don't need your approval. Now leave so I can get dressed in peace." I move to the small wall I have off to the side.

"Grown woman who's stupid enough to pick a man that won't actually care for you." He leaves once he realizes I'm not going to respond.

Not long after I'm about to reach the great hall when a body is thrown from the doors. Ubbe, Ivar, and Sigurd are glaring at the slowly moving body.

"You can beat me all you want, but (y/n) do as she wishes." I hear Halfdan tell my angry brothers.

"Well let's ask her ourselves." Hvitserk decides now to come outside, making everyone turn to me.

I can't move. I just look at my family, and then to the man I've actually felt normal with even before yesterday. He would always made me feel like a normal girl that liked a man. My brothers eye me like I'm some villain. Ivar shakes his head at me, because he knows what I'm going to do. He just doesn't know where. I give Halfdan one last look before bolting away from the great hall to the stables. I mount my horse, and push my poor girl as fast as she can until I reach the past the small river. I dismount to guide her into the water, going up the river, and getting out at the waterfall. I then ride my horse only a few miles til my father's cabin comes into view. This is the cabin he stayed in while he went into hiding. He only told me about this cabin, and I only come here for my moons.

It's only three days until we leave early for England. I'm glad I keep supplies up here. I know this seems cowardly, and Halfdan probably feels betrayed by me just leaving him there beaten up. I don't even understand why I ran. I just can't believe everything just flipped over night. One night my brothers, except Ivar, would eye me like I'm an angry dog that's one movement away from attacking, but now I'm their fragile little sister.

-Three days later-

I ride slowly into Kattegat with my head high as people point, and whisper about me, gods only know about what this time. I give my horse to the stable boy, and walk into the great hall as everyone is giving one last cheers to the gods for safe travels. I speak to no one as we load the boats, and set sail. I do keep looking over to King Finehair's boat to see Halfdan look over from time to time. I wish I actually talked to him, but I know he wouldn't want to speak with me.

As we get to England we start to build camp immediately. I'm helping with my tent as I looked over to see Halfdan move trunks of weapons to tents. I roll my eyes at my little girl act, and get to work. That night I swear I hear walking near my tent opening.

As I wake up, and get ready I find a new piece of armor that goes over my shoulders on the ground. I quickly strap them on as I walk to the front of lines with my brothers. Ubbe hugs me like always, giving me a quick nod, Hvitserk smirks at me from his spot, Sigurd touches axes with me, and as I step to Ivar's horse wagon he rolls his eyes at me.

"Don't die with those off-made weapons." He says as he ties his gloves.

"Don't worry I'll be close to protect you little brother." I laugh as he snaps his head to me.

"Ten minutes you awful…" He grumbles to himself. Cursing the Gods for giving him a twin.

Northumbria is an English kingdom my father spoke highly about, and since King Aelle is the one who killed our father we thought it'd be better to kill him first. The closer we march the faster my heart pounds the more I want to run ahead. The moment my axe makes contact with the Saxon's sword I get hit with my childhood of my father teaching me. The faces my father would make at my strength, at the precise strikes I'd make. I catch myself laughing at certain points in battle, and then laugh harder at myself.

Everything seems to stop once I hear my Viking family cheer I'm victory. I smile around catching my breath, but I'm spun around. Halfdan pulls me into a Saxon home, throwing everything on the ground, and putting me on the table. I grab hold of the table as he rips every strap in his way until he can finally push himself inside of me making me moan loud. I could only hold onto the table as Halfdan grip my hips in a bruising grip.

"You are mine." He grunts in my ear. "Think you can run from me, and act like I'm not here." He pulls out of me to quickly turn me around.

He enters me roughly again making the table scratch against the floor. He grips the ends of my hair to pull me up to have him bite my neck.

"HALFDAN!" I scream out as I shake against his body.

"What is it, love?" He mocks.

I keep moaning out as he grips my body in rough, tight grips. I can't gather any part of myself, but when he deeply groans with a final push so deep I get a sharp amazing feeling as he finishes inside me. He leans against me as we take deep breaths, and just cling to each other.

"I'm sorry I ran. I got scared with everyone looking at me." I tell him honestly.

"I know. I was going to wait until later, but I know your family's plans. I couldn't wait." We laugh at his last statement.

(Actual detail blood eagle)

He helps me tie everything in place in time for my brother's to collect King Aelle. My brothers Ubbe and Hvitserk tie him up as Ivar and I sharpen the tools we will use. Sigurd takes the first as Bjorn opens the great King open for me to crack his rib off. Ivar completes the rest, so Hvitserk can raise his arms to spread open more. We left him on the spot they dropped our father. We are joking like old times as we ride back to town where we set our new camp.

"So you and Halfdan?" Bjorn asks.

"Yea (y/n) him of all people." Hvitserk mocks.

"I don't think I could ever explain to you how I feel or how things are. However the Gods gave me a strong man, and I'm not going to question it." I laugh as we get to camp, and I go to my tent to bathe.

I have some of the girls help me with the water as I try to get as much of the blood off as I can before getting into the tub. I use some of the oils I found, and groan from the hot water. I can actually feel the knots untie along my back, some of the scars I have sting a little. My mind races from how battle went, what is to come, but I'm stopped with thoughts of Halfdan. I feel the water start cool, so I get out. As I wrap a linen around me Halfdan sneaks his way inside, making me stop in motion. He stops once he gets a look at me, and just falls to his knees.

"Goddess." He grumbles looking from my feet up to my eyes.

"Halfdan, get up." I laugh, but I'm stopped when he grabs the linen.

"I can't believe you are mine." He moves the linen over me to dry me off.

He helps me dry my whole body leaving soft kisses from my ankles as he rises to leave a long kiss on my lips. I smile at him, but when we hear my maids coming he tells me he'll see me at the celebration before running out.

I smile to myself as I walk into the celebration dinner in the town center. I'm about to sit next to Ubbe at the table when I hear Sigurd tormenting Ivar again, but something makes me snap my head at Ivar. He quickly grabs his axe, and throws it at Sigurd. I somehow grab it before it hits Sigurd. Everyone is quiet until Ivar crawls away with a shocked look on his face.

"Sigurd, I swear you never stop you torment. Next time I'll let him kill you if you don't learn to keep your mouth shut." I tell throwing the axe on the table.

He stands with a scowl as he steps closer.

"You're just defending him, because you know I'm right. No one, but other cares for him." That did it.

"Step back." I warn.

He comes closer with his hands reaching for his sword, but I stop him by putting Ivar's axe to his throat. Ubbe stands, but I give him one look making him sit back down with his eyes on his plate. I slowly feel a warm hand slide around my waist, and the other grab my wrist.

"Breath, love. He is your brother." Halfdan whispers to me as he takes the axe from my hand.

He slowly moves me from my brother's tables, and puts me in between him and King Finehair. I glare at Sigurd as Halfdan places a plate of food in front of me.

The rest of our time in England Sigurd stays away from me even though he and Ivar have made up. I will not tolerate him disrespecting me like he thinks he can with Ivar. I catch myself glaring at him as I help Halfdan pack up.

3rd pov

Ubbe watches his sister grow more and more dark toward Sigurd as he keeps being Sigurd. Even at her wedding to Halfdan. She doesn't even acknowledge her brother, Sigurd as he makes jokes on her life. She just whispers to Ivar, Halfdan, and her new King brother in law. It wasn't until (y/n) became pregnant that Ubbe understood what they whispered about. As (y/n) told her brothers of her new gift from the Gods Sigurd tried attacking her in her sleep the night before she was supposed to leave Kattegat to go to her new home in Norway. Ivar was waiting in her room to protect her, and (y/n) and Ivar killed Sigurd.

(Y/n) gives birth to two boys of perfect health, naming them Eirk and Egil. Once she is back raiding Ivar is king of Kattegat and tries to set up an attack on her, and her husband while they are planning to raid England with him. She ends up killing Ivar late at night, becoming Queen of Kattegat. Only to give birth shortly after to a girl, named Helga. She ends up giving Kattegat to Bjorn, so she can go home to Norway. Over time King Harald gives his kingdom to Halfdan when he gets too old, and still doesn't have sons. She dies with her pet owl watching over her howling as she goes to Valhalla to see her husband who died in the battle of Norway to keep our land from the Irish.

Fin

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1. Halfsack 18+

Halfsack 18+

(Y/n) P.O.V

     I always wondered who my father was, how he acted, and also what he looked like. My mom wouldn't tell me anything other than, "it's better this way. Being in Charming is the worst choice someone could make." I went looking through her closet that night, finding a box with pictures, high school stuff, and a leather vest that said property of Jax. I finally made the decision, I've waited long enough, so after twenty years of waiting, I'm driving past the welcome sign. 

        Inside my mom's box was a picture in a parking lot of Teller-Morrow, so that was my first stop. As I step out of my car a man with scars on his face walks up to me. 

"What can we help ya with lass?" His Scottish accent caught me off guard. 

"Um, actually, is Jax here?" I nervously ask. 

He looks at me for a moment. "I'll go get him."

       I stand at my car, contemplating if I should leave, but before I could decide the man from before walks out with a blonde man. The blonde man just stares at me. 

Jax P.O.V

        I'm sitting at the bar when Chibs comes inside yelling my name, but as I stand up he pulls me outside. I was about to yell at him when I saw someone I haven't seen in twenty years, but something is different. As I walk closer I realize this person is much younger than Tara, but could be her twin. I come to a stop in front of her, but we don't say anything, just stare.

"Who are you?" I ask, hopefully softly.

"I'm (y/n), Tara is my mom." She looks down while clearing her throat. "I found a box of stuff about this place, and wanted to meet you." 

     Meet me, why? Then it hit me, when Tara left we found a prescription for prenatal vitamins, and of course I'm to stupid to realize. I rub my hand down my face before looking at her, and pulling her in my arms. I can't believe Tara did this. My daughter grabs the sides of my kute as she pretty much hides in my chest, and I rub her back. 

"Will you be staying in town for a while?" I ask. 

(Y/n) P.O.V

         I knew he was going to ask me that, but I really didn't know. If he was okay with me being around then I would.

"I was hoping too. I was just wanting to meet you first before I actually got to the hotel." I chuckle. 

"Trying to see if the waters were clear?" He laughs with me. "It's okay, kid." 

        We walk inside, and he introduces me to his brothers. When we got to the bar my dad yells "prospect", and the guy that came to us had the cutest curly hair. I didn't realize I was staring until he smiled at me. 

"(Y/n) this is Half Sack." My dad introduced us. 

"Kip actually." He sticks his hand out. 

       My dad orders him to get us drinks, and moves me to a round table with Chibs, and Bobby. We talk about each other until Kip brings the drinks, and he sits mine in front of me. I thank him as we smile at one another before he goes back to the bar. The guys are smirking at me when I turn back to them, causing me to roll my eyes. 

         I've been here for two weeks now, and seem to have gotten in a rhythm. I'd wake up at my dad's house, have breakfast with Abel, head to the clubhouse to help around there, then around three Kip comes into the office, and we hang out until I'm off, and then like always the son's have a party. 

"Hey (y/n)."

"Hi Kip." I instantly smile as I look up.

"I got your burger." He throws the bag on the desk. 

"Thank you." I get the stuff out of the bag, and hand him his food. "I really appreciate you bringing me food, Kip." I smiled at him.

"It's no problem." He kisses my forehead as he sits down. 

         He's never done that before, but I wish it wasn't my forehead. We continue to eat in comfortable silence. Once we are done we head to the bar, and Kip sets up for tonight. I always offer to help, but he doesn't let me. My dad walks in before anyone else, and kisses my forehead. 

"Hey kid." He groans as he sits next to me. 

"Hey." 

"How was your day?" He asks as always. It's become a joke with us. 

"Well father, I did the same thing as always, I stood on my corner, but you know those cheapskates never want to stop." I couldn't hold in my laugh when both Kip, and dad snapped their eyes to me. "You should've seen your guy's face." I laugh. 

"You got me today, but that isn't funny." Dad points at me with a chuckle. 

          Dad walked away to wash the oil off of him, and when I turned to Kip he had a sour look on face. 

"Oh come on Kip, I was joking." I smile.

"That wasn't funny. I don't like thinking of guys…" He stops, and continues to wipe things off. 

        I watch him for a second before walking around the bar, and he finally stops when I'm in front of him. 

"I won't joke like that anymore. I'm sorry." I promise him. 

         My arms slowly go around his waist as he goes around my shoulders, my head goes to his shoulder, and he kisses my temple. I haven't been so comfortable in my whole life, so when we pull away I kiss him. His hand moves to the back of my neck, holding me to him, but it is short lived when someone clears their throat. We pull apart to see Tig smirking at us. 

"When you're done, we'd like some beers," He goes to walk away. "and don't let Jax catch you, Prospect." 

     When he said that Kip's hold on me let go completely, and as he steps back he runs a hand through his hair. I get it though. My dad is Pres, and Kip wants to be in the club. 

Jax P.O.V 

          I come out of the back to Tig laughing loudly, and the love birds looking at each other. (Y/n) nods at Halfsack before walking outside, and he just stands there, looking miserable. After a second he comes walking toward me. 

"What'd you do, prospect?" I stopped him. 

"Nothing." He just keeps walking. 

        I take a deep breath before walking outside to find (y/n) at a picnic table. I sit across from her, lighting a cigarette, and I look her over. 

"So you and the prospect, huh?" I chuckle.

        She looks up at me, looking scared, and picks at her fingertips.

"We just hang out." She rushed out. 

"So you two aren't together?"

"No, so you don't have to kick him out." She mumbles the last part. 

(Y/n) P.O.V

          Dad doesn't say anything, he just stumps out his cigarette before getting up, and walking inside. I have no idea what just happened, or what's going to happen. As I'm being up my dad comes out pulling a tripping Kip behind him. They stop in front of me. 

"I don't know what's going on between you two, but you are grown adults. Your business with the club has nothing to do with you." My dad points at us as he speaks. 

      Dad walks away after his rant, and Kip stays. He pulls me into his arms, and finally kisses me. Throughout the night Kip was by my side, but only left when he had a fight. I stayed in the corner, cheering him on, and in the last round I kissed him hard.

"Kick his ass, babe." I told him. 

        They pushed him into the ring as the bell rang, and it took only seconds for him to knock the guy out. I'm the first one to him when Chibs raises his hand. After everyone is clearing out Kip takes me to his room. We don't even get to the door before I'm against the wall, right next to the door, Kip deeply kissing me, and I play with the bottom of his hair. He slowly pulls back, looking me over, and I can only giggle.

"Let's get you patched up." I opened his door.

He pulls me back to him. "Later. I can't wait anymore." He kisses along my neck. 

"Kip." I gasp. 

        I pull away from him, and point to the chair. I pulled the stuff out of the first aid kit, setting them next to him. He slides his shorts off as I slowly take my clothes off, and when I straddle his lap he curses under his breath. I hold on his shoulders as his hands run up my thigh, squeezing my hips, and then they move up my back making me relax into them. When I lean back to his chest he leans his head back as he enters me slowly, but rests there. He moves the gauze to my hand. 

"Go ahead that way we both get what we want." He smirks at me, his hands resting around my waist. "Do what you need to do." 

        I softly kiss his shoulder before I start cleaning his wounds. When I touch fresh spots he takes in a breath, and pulls me in, making me grind against him. He does this while I clean everything, and I start going as fast as I can. When I put the last piece of gauze on his chest he walked us to his bed. As he lays me down on the bed, he stands at the end, but he lifts my leg up. He holds his hand on my lower stomach as he kisses down my leg, and to my center. With one firm lock he holds my leg to his shoulder as he enters me slowly. 

"Kip!" I moan, rubbing my chest. 

         As he leans through my legs his hand slides down to my ass, and he kisses my hands away. The hand on my stomach goes to my hair as he kisses up to my neck. I slide my hands from his side to his upper back, and my legs wrap around his waist, to just hold him there. The way he slows down, and looks in my eyes, he makes me kiss him deeply. As we kiss he lifts me by my waist, and brings us to the pillows. He leans back, looking at me, and just starts pounding into me. 

"I'm gonna cum baby." He moans in my ear. 

"Yes Kip. I…" I couldn't get it out.

      He knew what I needed, because he started going faster. He holds the back of my head as I put my face in his neck, but I still can't muffle my moans. We finally snap, but it seems to spur him on more. He just keeps pounding away, and makes me cum again. He kisses along my chin as he gently slides out of me, and he lets me lay on his chest. 

          The next couple months flew by very quickly, especially when I found my own house, and Kip moved in with me. We couldn't keep away from each other. The night he got patched in, he came home to me trying to finish wrapping the box, but of course his timing ruined it. It was a cute baby vest that said dad's rider, and I got some baby boxing gloves. I don't think he has ever taken me so softly before, but I loved it. We found out I was pregnant with twins, and everyone was losing their minds. 

      Mom wasn't too happy I wanted to be with the people she ran away from, but I love my family. When I told her I was pregnant, and getting married, she had an attitude. When I gave birth to the girls, Amy and Beth, she finally came around, but stayed away from dad even though I can tell they still wanted each other. 

          I didn't get pregnant again until the girls were eight, but they were so excited. Eddie came during a Halloween party, and I will never forget the doctor's face when they saw me laying there, in my skeleton makeup.