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domesticandlovingmonsters · 11 months ago

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Guard Captain Aram (M) x F!Reader (wip)

Because I feel bad with how long this is taking to come out, and I am currently stuck on how to proceed, I'm posting this as is.

I intend to complete it annd post it as a whole, but since I'm stuck, you got this. Consider this as a type of two-parter until I can work out how to write someone having a date and how conversations work. I swear I'm a good writer, guys!!! I know how sentences and dialogue works.

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Theme/Plot: (Fantasy/Medieval) You're a merchant, new to the city looking to start a business from the ground up. Having purchased a cheap, run-down building as your starting point, you work hard to make something of the little things you have. But after a string of robberies, you find yourself as the centre of the Guard Captain's attention.

The rain came down in pouring sheets. Deafening you inside your own dwelling as a year's worth of rain pummeled the tiled roof.

Thunder clapped overhead so close to the city roofs that the window panels shook in their frames.

It was a gloomy day. One that made the hours in the shop drag by at a snail's pace. Not a soul was out today. For good reason, or else they’d risk being washed away by the water flowing down the street drains. Thankfully, there was alot of old stock you needed to organize and catalog to keep you busy.

The storm was a blessing in disguise. Despite the chilly weather.

With the lack of customers to keep an eye on and take commissions for, it allowed you to tune up the shop within your actual work hours. And not drip over into the late afternoon like you dreaded.

And with the ample amount of downtime came the close inspection of how your little, ancient store held up in such a harsh rainstorm.

The last of your money had gone into buying this place. It was a cheap sale and the reasons for it were obvious. A small shop with a small dwelling connected to the back of it for residential purposes.

The paint on the front was peeling and much of the wooden beams needed some love and care. The windows had needed to be removed and replaced; they had been so grimey and cracked that it made the store look sickly from the outside. And dark and gloomy within.

Not to mention the rot within the wood in some places. Which had soaked up that lingering few coins you had after the sale. But it was better than leaving the place smelling like decaying wood and having openings for rats.

The roof seemed fine, the tiles were covered in moss and some were cracked, but you didn’t see any damage other than age.

It has been months since you bought it and this had been the first real change in sunny weather, so you were walking around the place constantly looking for leaks.

So far, nothing splashed against the wooden floor. Your little shack was holding up nicely under the rain, even if the walls groaned rather worryingly whenever the wind rushed through the city streets.

The shop was nothing spectacular, you knew that. But it was yours. And it was a much nicer place than the roadside stall you used to man while you traveled.

You glanced out the window as a flash of white light illuminated the dreary street outside. And winced at the image of you and your old horse and wagon in such weather.

Many times you had been caught out in storms like this. Losing stock to the water or your wagon’s wheels getting sucked into the muddy roads.

Looking back into your warm, dry shop; a new type of appreciation came to you with your decision to settle down. And you took a deep breath of dusty, humid air and smiled.

Your shop.

It still felt weird to say. But it was still just as exciting.

Over the thunder and tumbling rain, your shop-door’s bell chimed. Alerting you to two customers that all but barrelled into the dry space.

They were soaking. But smiled cheerfully as you greeted them. One had an umbrella that looked like the wind had torn it asunder and both their hoods were raised low over their faces. Leaving only their wide smiles for you to see.

“We are so sorry for dragging water in here.” One said, a woman. Rubbing her arms to retain some heat beneath the thick cloak. “But we’re in need of some alchemy ingredients, if you have any. You’re the closest store to ours and we’re low on some things to make cold remedies.”

The other customer, with the torn umbrella, looked around your small store with a grin. “You’ve really spruced this place up. It’s so much nicer here than what I last remember. The last owner did not care for this building at all.”

You smiled as their hoods were lowered. You recognized them as the potions store owners down the street. You spoke briefly once. They were nice people. But very busy. And their names eluded you, unfortunately.

“Welcome! And don’t worry about the water, it’s unavoidable at the moment. I think I tracked in half the realm’s mud this morning. Please, come in. What did you need exactly? I have a few stocks that might be what you need.”

The woman huffed with visible relief and hurried forward to your counter. Where you withdrew some small boxes of bottled ingredients and jars of various substances.

You didn’t sell anything but the basic materials. Your shop was more a general store than a particular theme. You still weren’t sure what you wanted to be in the city.

You’ve only ever known what you could carry. On the road, certain ingredients didn’t travel well. And jewelry or fine goods made you a target for bandits.

Here, within the safety of the city, you could be any type of trader you wanted. You just still weren’t sure what niche you wanted to be.

But your general goods were exactly what these two were looking for. And your eyes widened in surprise when they asked to buy your entire stock of your basic ingredients.

“I know it’ll put you out, but we’ll pay you an extra sum on top of the sale. Our next shipment of this isn’t for another week, and we have so many commissions coming in for cold remedies.” The man said. Already pulling out a large coin purse from his belt. “And you’ll be doing us a huge favor. If you need anything-”

“It’s a deal.” You said, waving away the man’s pleading stare. “We’ve got to look after each other after all. I was going to offer a discount since you’re buying such a large amount.”

The bell over your door chimed and you shifted behind your counter so you could see around the couple. A young woman shuffled into the store. Her eyes looked around the shelves with interest and a thin cloak was wrapped around her shoulders.

“I’ll be with you in a moment!” You called out to the woman. Seeming to startle her. But she smiled, it felt a little forced, and moved deeper into your store. Her eyes darted around and then back to you.

You were about to say something else when the potion’s woman handed you a sum of coins. “I insist. I know how frustrating it can be to be out of stock. Particularly ingredients like this. Please, take the extra sum. You’re doing us a huge favor with-”

The woman’s partner glanced over his shoulder as the woman at the back moved quickly towards the door. Her shoulders were hunched as she braced for the cold water to hit her as she opened the door.

“Hey! You, wait!” He shouted but the woman was already sprinting out the door. Almost slipping on the wet pavement outside. The potion’s man swore and handed his partner the purse. “That girl is the one who stole from us last week. Get the guards!”

Before you could react, the man was barreling out of your store and charging out into the rain. His partner seemed just as surprised as you but quickly pocketed the purse and looked at you.

“Do you have a way to summon the guards directly here?” You shook your head. Your heart was pounding in your chest. “I have one in my store. I’ll go call them. See if you can find out if that woman stole anything from you. I’ll be right back.”

The woman left her crate of goods behind as she hurried out of your shop. You were quick to follow, but went to where you last saw the woman browsing.

Your eyes flew from object to object. Taking note of any spots that seemed to have shifted or had missing stock.

Everything seemed fine. Until you noticed your small display of wands had been touched. These weren’t like the wands that witches and warlocks used. But temporary magical items that did various things depending on their make.

You had ordered these as a step into selling magical merchandise. To see how well they sold here. Kids adored the ones that created bubbles of light. And a few people purchased the design that acted as a quill that would write for you without you touching it.

You had recently restocked the display with other types. And there were two that were missing.

One was a water-make. Which either made water or removed it. Not enough to drain a lake or a pool, but a few buckets could be filled or emptied if needed.

And the second was a fire starter. Which spat sparks that would harmlessly bounce off of skin or clothes, but would light a small fire on even the most water-bogged logs or extinguish it.

You sighed. Already understanding why these particular items were stolen.

You’ve dealt with enough desperate people to know when it was necessity and not greed that pushed a person to steal.

You bit your lip. These wands weren’t expensive and were cheap stock to order.

Maybe if I’m quick I can stop the potions woman from calling the guards. You thought. But then you reminded yourself that the woman who stole from you, had also stolen from them. And over the first few months of owning and stocking this store, you’ve had more than your fair share of robberies and stolen items. If word got out that you let a person steal from you, this could spiral into something worse.

The best you could do for them was not press charges if the person is found.

You sighed again. Heavier than the last and moved through your store to get your cloak.

But on your way to the back, past a small lock-box display of jewelry, you noticed the glass lid had been pried open. The magical seal had been expertly dispelled and one of your silver rings, one that created a bubble of small protection, was missing.

You swore under your breath. Disappointment flooding through you.

Now you had to continue with the guards and hope they found the person.

That ring was an expensive item. The enchantment was a common one, but the ring amplified the bubble to be the size of a house. Something that was incredibly hard to do and would have taken alot of material to make such an enchantment safe and usable.

Hence why it was in a lock-box, under magical protection, and worth a decent sum of coins. Another one of your stretches into unknown territory with sales and items.

It was nothing so expensive that it would put a target on your store. But it was one of your pricier items, one that a customer had been eyeing off last time they passed through.

“They just had to steal that.” You grumbled. Slapping the lid back down on the lock-box. The seal buzzed as the box was closed again, letting you know the magic was once again activated. You gave it an experimental tug on the lid and when it didn’t open, without your key, you were happy enough to leave it.

You retrieved your cloak from the back of the shop and exited your store. Making sure the door was locked and hurried down the street to the potions store.

You were near drenched when you slipped into the two story building. But the moment your foot stepped over the threshold, you were flooded with warmth and your clothes tickled with magic that left you dry and comfortable.

You definitely needed that enchantment on your front door.

From behind the many shelves, the potions woman appeared, looking flustered as she hurried towards you. “The guards are on their way. Did that wretched thing take anything?”

“Some low magic wands and an enchanted ring.” You grimaced. “I don’t care for the wands, so much. But that ring is expensive. As long as I get that back, I’ll let it slide.”

The woman scoffed and gestured for you to follow her, leading you to the back of the store where a pot of tea and some small biscuits were waiting. “That woman stole two potions of healing and an iron-bark elixir from us. I know times are tough. And the potions were only small portions, not worth alot. But the iron-bark elixir is a very slow and ingredient heavy process. We can only make so many a month and they're in high demand with the guards and travelers. If she only stole the potions, we wouldn’t have pushed so hard to find her. But the elixir alone can fix us up for an entire month.”

Your eyes widened. “Those elixirs are that expensive?”

“Ours are, yes.” The woman said, a little proudly, as she poured you a cup of tea. “Ours doesn’t just give you thick skin and more strength, we’ve perfected a way that the aftereffect of the elixir doesn’t put you in a bed for a day. It’ll affect you for a few hours at best after you use the elixir but unlike our competitors iron-bark, you can get up and get ready for the day after a good night’s sleep.”

You whistled in appreciation for such craftsmanship. “That’s incredible. I can understand why she would try to take it then. Sell it off for some quick coin.”

The woman nodded. Sipping her tea after putting some honey in it and stirring. “I grew up very poor. I used to steal bread and clothes to get by. But stealing potions like ours? You put yourself at such risk for it. Even your ring! The wands can be overlooked. But something like that is just…silly.”

You stirred some honey into your own cup and allowed the conversation to fall away as you sipped. Thankfully, the potions man appeared in the doorway. Looking winded and red faced. “I couldn’t find her. The damn woman gave me the slip.”

“Better you don’t approach her, love.” The woman said, with a soft smile. “Let the guards deal with her. They’re on their way.”

The man nodded. Taking a deep breath that his body obviously needed. He looked at you and offered a smile. “I’m sorry I couldn’t catch her. Did she steal anything?”

You explained the stolen stock and the man tsked. Muttering about the lack of respect for shopkeepers; “Especially one such as yourself. You’re just starting out! I recall my first few years as a storekeeper, my Gods, the ledger was never full enough. And every piece of missing stock was precious.”

You nodded, chuckling along with the man as he shook his head. “Well, at least our sale will help me out until I can get a replacement or the ring is found. I’ll bring the stock over once we’ve spoken with the guards. I didn’t think to bring it over just now.”

The two waved you off. Saying they trust you enough to not skip their deal because of a distraction like this.

The three of you chatted idly while you waited for the guards to arrive.

And when they did, you immediately recognized three amongst them.

One was a tall elf woman by the name of Yesrie. Dark hair with sharp eyes but a warm smile.

The second was a human man named Smith. You never got his first name because everyone called him by his second. He had been in his first year in the Guard when you arrived; eager to help and prove himself, he had taken your reports on missing items like a personal attack. And hunted them down like he was the one who owned them.

Then the third, the Guard Captain’s right hand, Briar. A green lizardman built like a stone barn. They were a stoic type of individual. Had a sharp tongue when it came to humbling their guards but professional when it came to their work.

They all greeted you a little more warmly than they did with the pair beside you.

Your first few months here allowed you to become quite friendly with the Guard. Not by any intent of your own, but your new store in town got more attention than you bargained for. And not in a good way. Stolen merchandise meant the Guard got involved. And it happened so often within a few weeks that the Guard Captain had stepped in.

And with that sort of attention watching your store, the thieves dissipated quickly.

“(Y/N), why am I not surprised your shop was involved?” Briar asked, crossing their arms over their armor plated chest. Their iron gauntlets clinked against the metal. “I had hoped that the call meant a different store.”

You shrugged, sighing dramatically. “It wouldn’t be a Thursday without something of mine going missing.”

Smith and Yesrie laughed. Briar’s reptilian face rarely showed much emotion other than a hard stare. But you glimpsed their scaly lips twitch in amusement.

“Indeed. You know the drill, then. What happened? Every little detail, as you know, helps us out.”

You explained the events that transpired within your store. Explaining why the potion-store owners were involved, which gave them a chance to explain how they recognized the person who stole from you.

Briar nodded along, taking in everything you said. Yesrie commented they were the guard that took the potion store’s report and that this thief was targeting many stores in the district, not just a few.

Smith was writing down notes in a small notebook that was the size of his palm. Asking the usual questions like the woman’s hair color or description. Which you had to let the potion shop owners answer, because you didn’t really take notice of the woman.

Then when you got to the descriptions of the stolen items, Briar’s tail twitched in irritation. Nothing directed at you, you found out. “Well, that complicates things. Stolen magical items of significant power require a formal report issued by the owner. Meaning, (y/n), you’re gonna have to go to the Guard House and fill one out.”

You groaned in annoyance. You had to fill out a report once before. It took forever. And you really didn’t feel like going across the district to the Guard House in this weather.

But if you want that ring back, or at least be compensated for its loss, you’ll need to go.

“I’m guessing I’ll need the paperwork I received for purchasing the item to sell?” You asked and Briar nodded.

“Proof of purchase or the license which came with the item. Anything that has the item’s description and magic detailed alongside your ownership. And it’s something you need to do at the House, too. We can’t issue you one, since you need a scribe to sign off on it and witness you filling it out.”

“All that for a magical item?” The potions woman scoffed. “Damn, I’m happy we never got into that side of the business.”

You wish you could agree with her. But you were definitely going to make an adjustment to your stock and protection so you didn’t have to go through this again.

“Alright. Thank you for your time. Sorry you had to march through this weather for my store again.” You said. And Yesrie shrugged, glancing out the window as another flash of lightning lit up the dim street outside.

“The weather makes you appreciate the sunny days more. We’ll see you at the House, (y/n).” Yesrie replied. And the guards took their leave.

You soon followed suit. Promising the potion owners you would bring their merchandise around soon. But they waved you off. Telling you to deal with the reports and the guards first before worrying about them.

You were beginning to really appreciate them. And made sure to lower the price on anything the two needed in any later deals.

Back inside your shop you made quick work of finding the needed documents that involved any transaction or information of the ring.

Which you then wrapped up in a leather satchel that was worn and aged from many years on the road. An old trusty item you’ve carried with you everywhere before placing it in the drawer of your new work desk.

It would protect the documents from the rain and keep them nice and flat while you trekked the stormy streets.

You wrapped yourself up in as much water-proof clothing as you could. Your cloak was your best chance at keeping yourself dry but watching the sky still bucket down torrents of water, you doubted you’d stay warm for long.

As long as the documents were safe, you could endure the rain.

And walking through the streets was just about as miserable as you expected. You stuck to any type of cover you could as you walked. Storefront canopies or trees that were planted along the paths. The thunder felt like it was roaring directly in your ear as you braced against the chilling wind.

You wrapped your cloak tightly around you and pulled your hood down so low over your face you could only see the pavement in front of you.

Every glance up at where you were going was a risk of cold water trickling down your neck and into your warm clothes.

You zigged and zagged through the district until you came upon the large stone steps of the Guard House. The House itself was huge! Meant to house many of the district's officers and their cadets. This one also doubled as a school for fresh-faced persons looking to become a guard.

As you climbed the steps to the door, you could hear someone yelling at said cadets beyond the stone wall that secluded the training yards from the streets.

You grimaced at the thought of training in such weather.

As you stepped through the doors, the same magic from the potion shop passed over your clothes. However, this enchantment felt like it was spluttering. Parts of you were left dry while other sections were left merely damp.

You were warmer than before you stepped inside but your fingers still felt icy as you approached the receptionist at the desk.

You greeted them warmly and explained what you needed to fill out. And the receptionist motioned for you to walk down a hallway and then turn right, which would lead you to the scribes that would help you out.

You thanked her and headed in your pointed direction.

The House was bustling with activity. You passed many guards through the halls, swathed in armor and weapons. A few scribes hurried by and you even made room for a woman with a mean looking hound to pass you in the hall.

She thanked you as she kept the beast on a short leash. The hound didn’t pay you any mind so you knew it was more for your sense of space than the dog’s.

But you found the scribe room easily enough and the man behind the desk went through the process of the report.

It was a long document too. With a handful of pages that you needed to fill out and agree too. The scribe looked equally annoyed with the prospect, apparently he needed to go over it and sign off as you went. It would take time out of both of your afternoon’s. But he took you to the side to a desk so you could sit comfortably and fill it out.

Excusing himself and asking you to call him over when you got to a particular section before moving on through the document.

You hoped the scribe didn’t think your agitation was directed at him as you sighed and sat down. But you got to work, reading over the lengthy questions and paragraphs with a quill in your hand.

A few minutes later, Briar entered the room and went to the scribe desk, speaking softly. When the scribe nodded and disappeared through a door, their eyes passed over you once before snapping back as they spotted you. They came over to greet you. Their tail dripped a little with rainwater. “Ah, it’s good to see someone with initiative. You got here quickly.” Briar said, leaning against another desk to your left.

“Better to get it out of the way now than later.” You shrugged. “You wouldn’t have happened to stumble across my thief with my ring by chance? So I don’t have to do this?” You asked, hopefully. But Briar shook their head.

That twitch pulled at their scaly lips again as a hissing chuckle whistled through their sharp teeth.

“If only we were that lucky. I have to do my own paperwork about it, as well. I envy you. I’d rather do your documents than my own.” Like the scribe was summoned, he appeared and placed a thick folder of paper on the front desk. Briar thanked him gruffly and went over to scoop it up. Grumbling as he showed you the thickness of the folder. “See. No complaining from you about lengthy reports. I will probably beat you on every account.”

You laughed and nodded. “I do feel a little better about my report now. Thanks.”

“Here to help. Enjoy.” Briar said with a curt nod before leaving the room.

You refocused your attention on the documents in front of you. Calling over the scribe when he didn’t look too busy once you got up to the section he requested.

And while he looked over what you wrote and ensured everything was in order, you let your gaze wander. The scribe hall looked like a bustling library. Desks and chairs were scattered about the room. And behind the front desk were many, many towering shelves of books and scrolls.

Scribes appeared and disappeared behind each corridor of paper. Some carried in armfuls of paper or were discussing something with a guard.

It was all very busy here. But the chatter was rather quiet. You wondered if there was some sort of magic that kept the sound of the hustle and bustle at a low range.

“Scribe Harry, I was told that- Oh, (y/n), what are you doing here?” Your attention snapped to the door of the hall as your name was voiced.

Guard Captain Aram strolled over to where you were sitting. Making your heart skip a beat when he leaned over the back of your chair to inspect the report.

Aram was an orc with a heavy green complexion that contrasted the pale patches of skin on his body caused by vitiligo. His blonde hair was tied back in uniform to the neat standards of the Guard.

His tusks curved out from his lower lip, decorated by silver caps on the blunt tips. His thick arms were wrapped in thick leather that slid under a heavy metal chest piece with the Guard’s symbol carved into the steel. The patches on his shoulders displayed his rank, if the better armor and air of authority didn’t already display it.

“I was robbed again.” You sighed. Pushing down the sudden rush of nervousness as you turned your attention to the captain. “A magical item this time. Briar came and sorted it out and told me to come here.”

Aram’s brows knitted together and you could have sworn you saw a spark of amusement light in those beautiful emerald eyes. Before the stoic expression of a guard captain fell back into place. “Ah, yes, the grand paperwork involved with magic. I thought you said you wanted to keep simple stock for a time.”

You nodded. Having to pause your answer to thank the scribe as he pushed the report back to you to continue writing. “Yes. But a friend of mine had some stock they couldn’t move in the settlement nearby. So, I took it off their hands.”

“And then someone decided to take it from yours.” Aram said. He glanced over at the scribe as he moved some dropped off paperwork into the shelves behind him. “Hmm, this will go quicker if I take over for the scribes. The poor bastards have had their hands full recently.” Then Aram called out to the scribe nearby, Harry, who looked relieved when Aram explained he’d be taking over witnessing you finish the report.

“Do you mind if we do this in my office? The magic in here makes my ears ache.” Aram asked. And when you nodded, Aram escorted you through the building to his office. Which you had been in once before when Aram had taken over the investigation of why your store was being targeted so frequently.

He closed the door behind you and you took the offered seat in front of his desk. Which he then slid your seat closer to the desk and made space on the surface for you to start the next section of the report.

He moved your chair so effortlessly with you in it that it made your stomach flip a little giddily. But you hid your smile as you busied yourself with reading over the next section.

“I was recently thinking about you. And, uh, the reports you had to make on your store.” Aram said rather quickly, fiddling with some papers on his desk. “It’s been a while since your last break in. I thought my trick did the job, to be honest.”

“For a while it did.” You agreed. Pausing to write down the description of the ring. “The extra patrols you had around the place seemed to scare them off. And gave me enough time to better the security of my shop. I still spot Smith on occasion in the area. But he always seems busy. I hope you’re not working him too hard.”

Aram chuckled. Picking up a quill of his own and scribbling over some papers on his desk. “The boy is fine. He’s eager for the work. But, uh…” You tore your eyes off the paperwork long enough to see why Aram didn’t finish his sentence.

His eyes were narrowed and his lips were pursed in a poor attempt at looking angry, looking over your head to the windows behind you.

You turned your head. And you caught a glimpse of something quickly darting out of view of the office. The room was enclosed but anyone in the hallways had a clear view of you sitting at Aram’s desk. The Guard Captain grumbled and stood, clearing his throat as he flicked a small switch and curtains fell down over the windows leading to the corridor outside.

“Nosy bastards.” You heard Aram mutter. But you pretended not to hear him as he returned to his seat and continued working on whatever was in front of him. “I was going to say he wanted to be set in that district. Apparently, his aunt lives around there.”

“Aww, that’s sweet of him. I’ll be sure to annoy him any chance I get when I see him.” You said, refocusing on the paper in front of you. You reached the next spot the scribe had told you to call for him and offered the papers to Aram.

Who went over the report swiftly and then handed it back to you after he signed off on the part he needed too.

“A ring of protection, huh? That didn’t move at your friend's establishment?” Aram asked, surprised. And you shook your head, writing as you responded.

“Their town was going through a drought. Which is probably being washed downriver right now with this rain. But no one had the money to purchase a ring like that. I offered to buy it off them and then give them a percentage if I manage to sell it. We used to travel together before they bought their store. They helped me get my place. Since I had no idea how to purchase property.”

Aram made a thoughtful noise, watching you as you worked. “Why didn’t you buy a place outside the city? Probably would have been cheaper. And also get you a better place than that splinter shack.”

“Hey, that’s my splinter shack you’re insulting.” You playfully snapped. Which made the Guard Captain laugh. “But I wanted to try the city. I’ve never stayed in one for long. And I thought a change of lifestyle would be refreshing.”

“And is it refreshing?” Aram asked.

You paused to look up at him, smiling. “Well, the people are much more interesting.” You let the sentence hang in the air for a touch longer before continuing. “And there’s always something happening here. And the food! Oh my Lords, I’ve never had such a wide variety of food always available. Every morning I get a fresh coffee with a freshly baked bun. A much better change than living off of dried meats and stale bread with cheese.”

Aram grinned at that. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the candlelight. “So, you think you’ll stay here for good then. This string of robberies hasn’t scared you off?”

You scoffed lightly and shook your head. “I’ve fought off armed bandits and kobolds from my goods before. A few hooded figures isn’t going to scare me off. I’ve gotten too comfortable sleeping in an actual bed now to give it up.”

Your words seemed to widen Aram’s smile. “Well, good to hear. The city always needs more good people like you in it. It would be a shame to see you go.”

Something in the way Aram spoke made your pulse quicken. Or maybe how his fingers brushed over your hand as you handed him the documents again for him to look over.

Either way, you were suddenly very aware of how little room there was between the two of you. Even if the desk was large enough to sit such a big man behind it, it felt like Aram was close enough to touch.

And as you took back the paperwork, you thought it was silly of you to think that he was putting his hand directly so that your fingers brushed over his.

It didn’t stop you from feeling how warm his hand was. Nor notice how much larger his hand was compared to yours.

You felt your cheeks flush with heat and you tried very hard to concentrate on the papers in front of you.

It still took an hour to go over everything, but you managed to finish the documents required. Aram took it upon himself to file it away as soon as possible. And asked you a few more questions about the robbery before opening the door of his office for you.

“I’ll be in touch in a few days.” Aram said, leaning against the doorframe. “If we find anything, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Thank you for your time, Captain Aram.” You said and then added jokingly. “And I’ll be sure to let you know if something else goes missing from my store.”

Aram laughed. “Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.” Then he glanced to one of the nearby windows as a crash of thunder sounded overhead “Have you got a way of getting back to your store? It’s still pouring outside.”

You grimaced and a shiver ran over you at the thought of the walk back. It was later in the afternoon now. The sun wouldn’t be set yet, but with the dark clouds overhead and closing to sunset, it was already pretty dark outside.

“No. It’s not that far of a walk, though. I’ll be fine.” You lied. And knew Aram would know this was your attempt at being polite and not complaining.

Aram’s warm smile dimmed and he shook his head. “I’m not having you walk home in this. I’ll get someone to drive you back.”

Your eyes widened and you tried to make an excuse that would justify not needing a driver. But Aram caught sight of Smith walking past and called him over.

“Yes, Captain?” Smith said as he approached. Looking between you and Aram worriedly.

“Get a carriage and drive (y/n) back to her store. And no side stops on your way back, got it.” Aram said, his voice harsh with authority as Smith’s confusion turned into something close to amused glee. He nodded and then looked at you.

“Your chariot is this way, ma’am.” He said with a little more bravado than needed. And you looked at Aram with a joking glare.

“You’re really going to subject me to this?” You asked. And Aram’s stern facade broke with a smile.

“I’d rather not hear that you got washed away by a river on your way home. Get her home safe, Smith.” Aram said before closing the door and leaving you to a beaming Smith as you followed him through the House.

“So, what did you and the Captain talk about in there?” Smith asked. Wiggling his shoulders in a teasing manner as he led you out into an enclosed barn connected to the Guard House. Where a carriage was currently being connected to two brown horses.

“He was overseeing the report I needed to fill out about the ring.” You explained. Ignoring the tiny flush of embarrassment that crawled up your neck. “The scribes were busy and he had time.”

Smith blew a harsh breath out of his lips. “Puh-lease, the Captain never has time.” And then so quietly you almost missed it. “But that seems to change for you.”

You chose to ignore him and wait by the House doors while Smith spoke with the person hooking the animals up. He then waved you over and opened the carriage door for you.

“My Lady.” He bowed his head and you tsked playfully at him.

“Stop that. It’s embarrassing enough as it is. Being escorted back home by a guard.” You mumbled as you climbed inside. Which got you a laugh from Smith.

“Come on, enjoy it! How many times have you been safely escorted home like the rich folk? Beat on the roof if you need me to stop for anything, alright?”

Smith closed the door once you were comfortably seated and you heard him clamber onto the front of the carriage.

The carriage itself wasn’t anything extravagant. The seats were plush enough to stop you from sitting on hard wood and there was enough space to fit four people.

It still felt a bit excessive for only you to be in here. But at least you weren’t going to be walking in the rain.

Your body lurched a little as Smith urged the horses into moving. And soon enough the carriage was filled with the deafening roar of rain pelting the roof above you.

You felt bad for Smith sitting up front. You had glimpsed a small canopy over the driver's seat. But that would be very little protection against the storm as it whipped around him outside.

You sighed. Relaxing against the seat as you glanced through the fogged window to the passing streets.

They were mostly empty. Apart from a few store fronts preparing to close for the afternoon. And some carriages that trotted past.

You haven’t gotten to experience a carriage ride in the city yet. You’ve been so busy with the store that any luxuries you usually would have gotten with your money were forgotten. Or spent on the store itself.

It was kind of peaceful watching the city pass you by.

You would definitely be sending another bakery basket to Aram for this. He had enjoyed the first one you sent after he helped keep your store safe last time.

I’m not having you walk home in this.

His words bounced around in your head like an endless echo. And you found yourself smiling.

And the way he had put his hand in the path of yours? It made your heart skip just thinking about it.

You shook your head. Trying to scatter the thoughts that were attempting to wriggle into your mind.

“Oh, stop it.” You sighed to yourself. “He’s just making sure you’re safe. That’s his job after all.”

You knew you wanted it to be a lie the moment you said it.

But you refused to think of any other reason that Aram would be doing this. You didn’t need something like that in your life just yet. You were busy as it was.

But…A small voice whispered. You definitely need something like him. Even only for a night or two.

Your cheeks burned as the thoughts spiraled and you shook your head again. Refusing to let those thoughts get any more traction than they already have.

It…has been a long time. But you were a business woman now. You had more important things at this moment than scratching that itch. Once the store was a little more organized and things calmed down, then maybe, maybe, you’d think about it.

You sat in your hurricane of a mind as Smith drove through your district and finally came to a stop just outside your store.

You went to open the door but Smith was already there. Drenched from head to toe but all smiles, bowing his head dramatically.

“My Lady! A pleasant ride, I hope.”

“Oh my Gods, you poor thing. Get back as quickly as you can before you catch a cold.” You gasped as you slipped out of the carriage. Hurrying to the safety of your store front.

“I’m fine. Get inside! I’ll let the Captain know you’re safely at your castle.” Smith called over the rain. And you didn’t even bother retorting, merely stuck out your tongue at him as you waved him off.

You heard him laugh and watched through your store windows as the carriage pulled away and disappeared into the heavy sheets of rain.

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A few days later, the bell over your door chimed as someone entered. You called out to the customer that you’d be with them shortly and finished what you were doing in the back before greeting them behind your counter.

“Aram!” You beamed as the Guard Captain approached you. “What a surprise! Good news? Or bad news?”

Aram made a face like he was deciding, jokingly clicking his tongue as he leaned his arms on your counter. Crossing them over each other and coming down to your eye height.

“Which do you want first?” He asked.

You pursed your lips, hopelessly ignoring how Aram’s gaze flicked to your mouth before returning to your eyes as you said, “Good news first.”

“We found the woman who stole your items. Your ring is being processed and looked over to ensure it hasn’t been tampered with. It’ll take a few days to get back to you.”

You sighed with relief. “That’s good. But…the bad news?”

Aram’s grin made his eyes crinkle adorably as he shuffled his weight on his feet. He cleared his throat and it felt like he was forcing his gaze to stay on you. “The bad news is that I lost a bet involving the case. And you unfortunately will be put on the spot as I ask you out to dinner.” He cleared his throat again and stood at attention in front of you. Your heart pounded in your chest as he swallowed hard and said. “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

It was almost adorable at how worried Aram looked as you stared up at him. And it was even more so when relief washed over his expression as you nodded.

Before you realized you were even replying, you had said yes. You laughed sheepishly, shaking your head. “You lost a bet and you were forced to ask me out to dinner?”

“I wouldn’t say forced. That makes it sound like I didn't want to.” Aram replied. Scratching the back of his neck, under the thick braid of blonde hair. “I want to take you to dinner. I have for a bit now. I just…things got in the way and I wasn’t sure if you would be interested in me and…I’m sorry. I’m rambling.” He cleared his throat again. “This is me asking you to dinner, sincerely.”

“What would have happened if you didn’t?” You asked.

“Probably be called a coward by my men.” Aram replied. “Or someone would have done it for me, I’m sure. Or somehow talked you into asking me out. I don’t know. They’re very nosy. Very much like a bunch of highschoolers.”

“But they gave you an opening to ask me out to dinner. So, I would forgive them.” You said with a chuckle. And Aram visibly relaxed with the sound. “When would you like to set this dinner? I’m free most afternoons. I’m sure it’s your schedule we have to work around.” You said teasingly. And Aram nodded.

“I’ll free up my night next Friday, if that’s ok with you? I know it’s a while away but this week is choked up with work already.” When you nodded, Aram’s smile broadened and your body became heated under his sparkling gaze. You both discussed a place to eat, but since you rarely went out other than cafes and small take-away establishments, Aram promised he’d surprise you with a brilliant place to dine. “I’ll pick you up around seven? If the rain hasn’t stopped by then, I’ll bring a carriage around for us to use.”

You sarcastically rolled your eyes, “Please do not make Smith drive us. That was torture last time.”

Aram laughed but shook his head. “No, no. I won’t be letting those vultures anywhere near our dinner. I promise.”

Once you confirmed again the time and date, Aram excused himself, having to continue his patrol around the district. And the moment he left, your heart soared with excitement at the thought of dinner with Aram.

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Friday couldn’t come any quicker.

The rest of the week fell into a snail like pace, dragging day and night until the morning of your dinner date with Aram.

The rain didn’t subside. Most of the city was now flooded or close to it.

You had braced your store for the worst. Purchasing new tables with waterproofing and protective surfaces, so if the water started to rise and your store was flooded, at least some of your merchandise would be saved.

Coincidentally, as you were unloading the transport carriage that had said furniture, three city guards came over to help unload them.

You didn’t know any of them, but you thought it was sweet that some passing guards saw you and the transport man struggling to move a table, and decided to help.

But that seemed to become a pattern over the course of the week leading to Friday.

You saw more guards than usual in the district and some greeted you as if you knew them. Smith came over to you whenever you were out. Conversing until he needed to leave for his patrol and you needed to return to the shop.

Briar dropped by and returned the ring to you. They was a lot more friendly than the prior meetings you had with them. They actually cracked a few jokes with you.

You finally caved when Yesrie just happened to be in the area on Friday morning. Popping by with a coffee for you. “Are all of you around here because I’m going out with Aram?” You asked. And Yesrie was terrible at feigning ignorance, even if she was joking the entire time she replied.

“You’re going out with my captain? That’s amazing! I didn’t know at all.”

You rolled your eyes and shooed her out of your store. Thanking her for the coffee and company before you needed to get to work.

But finally, the time came to close the store and begin getting ready for your date.

You chose something simple to wear but something to also make you look downright gorgeous. Being in the city had its perks and the ample amount of shops around allowed you to browse and pick something amazing for yourself.

You had half the thought it could be a touch overdressed, but you weren’t sure where Aram was taking you. And you did look good in it! So you wrestled down the nerves and waited for Aram to arrive.

You kept your hands busy with small things in your shop before a heavy knock sounded on your front door.

You quickly opened the door for Aram and he stepped inside wrapped in a thick cloak and hood sprinkled by the rain.

“Damn, look at you, (y/n).” Aram beamed. His eyes didn’t seem to know where to look. They definitely lingered along your chest and hips, but respectfully flicked up to hold your gaze very quickly when he caught himself staring. “I feel a little underdressed now.”

You glimpsed his attire beneath the cloak. Dark dress pants with a deep brown shirt that hugged his large frame snugly. He had decorative leather bracers along his wrists and his hair was neatly bundled up in a collection of braids. Each had small trinkets adorning the strands.

“Nonsense,” You said a little breathlessly. Have you ever seen this man out of uniform? “You look very dashing.”

Your words made his smile crinkle his eyes and he opened his cloak up to you. Nodding to the carriage waiting outside. “I forgot to bring you an umbrella.”

“Ah, yes. I also don’t own one.” You said, hoping the way you moved up beside him didn’t seem too eager.

And you absolutely had an umbrella. But you were not going to miss an opportunity to snugly press yourself against Aram.

Once you were standing against his side, Aram lowered his arm enough that the cloak surrounded you almost entirely. A sweet scent wafted off of him to you and you shivered as your arm brushed against his side.

He was so warm!

Together you exited the store, halting long enough to lock the front and then quickly dash to the carriage. Where a driver was waiting in the rain to open the door for the two of you.

You felt utterly terrible for the man. But as you clambered into the carriage, you caught a glimpse of your driver.

An automaton. A being made of metal and mechanical parts bowed their head as you greeted them. Their clothes were drenched but they didn’t seem to mind as Aram joined you in the carriage, taking the seat next to you, and the automaton closed the door behind him.

“Did you hire a driver for tonight?” You asked. Baffled by the beautiful interior of the carriage. It was much fancier than the one Smith drove you in. And the rain didn’t thunder the roof in this one. You could barely hear it as Aram responded.

“No. This is my carriage. Anthony out there works for me.” Aram said this as if it was a normal occurrence for someone to have an automaton driver. Or their own fancy carriage.

You tried not to balk at his words. Instead made room for him to remove the damp cloak and fold it on the seat across from the both of you.

“I didn’t know being a Guard Captain paid so well.” You teased. Watching Aram as he adjusted his shirt and ensured his bracers were still correctly placed on his wrists. There was a slight scruff along his cheeks and he had replaced the silver caps on his tusks with gold ones.

Damn, he dressed up nice.

Aram smiled and your heart shuddered when he winked at you. “It also pays to have been a successful adventurer beforehand.”

Your eyes widened and Aram laughed as you said, “Wait, you haven’t been a stuck up captain all your life?” Though your words were sarcastic, you couldn’t help but be impressed. “To be honest, I wouldn’t have guessed that was your past. Maybe a soldier of some kind? But not an adventurer.”

“You’d be amazed at how many guards of mine are retired adventurers or travelers looking to settle down. I knew the old captain before he retired. It sped up my promotions, I’ll admit, but I proved myself just like everyone else.” Aram admitted. Relaxing against the plush back seat of the carriage. “Chasing down burglars and walking the streets at night is a much better alternative to dungeon crawling.”

You hummed in agreement. “I do not miss the cold nights or falling asleep hungry. But there was definitely a charm to traveling that the city doesn’t have.”

It was Aram’s turn to agree with a grunt. “I do occasionally miss having the time and freedom to do whatever I want. But I wouldn’t give up my position for anything. Least of all, leave my Guards behind just to go treasure hunting.”

You caught a light twinkling in Aram’s eyes as he spoke. And his smile curled warmly at the corners. It was no secret that Aram was as loyal as any to the Guard, but there was definitely a type of kinship between them all as well.

“That does remind me,” You said, tilting your head teasingly at Aram. “Did you order more guards to patrol my district? I keep tripping over them everytime I leave the shop.”

Aram didn’t look surprised, but he didn’t look pleased about what you said either. “Ah, I was wondering why some of them took longer to return after their patrols.” You waited for Aram to say something else. And when he didn’t, you set a pointed stare on him, urging him to continue whatever thought was bouncing around in his head. Aram chuckled with a half roll of his eyes. “Alright, alright. This is a little embarrassing, but I believe they’re keeping an eye on you for me. On their own accord. I haven’t ordered anymore than the usual patrols in your district. But since��well, they’re a loyal lot and they want to make sure you’re safe.”

You laughed. It made sense why you saw Smith and Yesrie more than anyone else on your streets. “All because you asked me out to dinner?”

“Well…not just because of dinner. But that’s a conversation for later.” Aram said sheepishly. And he expertly changed the subject to your store and how it was faring in the weather. You let the conversation be swept into other topics, but you definitely would hold onto that little kernel of a question for later.

The ride through the city took a little longer than you expected. But soon, the streets outside transformed into a string of establishments on the docks. And the carriage was taken through a route that ran along the rough, crashing oceanside.

The beach looked absolutely ruined from the harsh tides. And the dark gloomy horizon was nothing more than a black screen of storm clouds.

Despite the rain, the street itself was bustling with activity. Lights illuminated the roads brilliantly in warm orange. And all along the sidewalk were canopies and large overhanging roofs to give shelter to the patrons that walked by.

Your carriage was taken to a restaurant that had a grand glass ceiling and a large balcony with many tables seated beneath it. Your table was directly next to the balcony edge, where a shield of magic protected you and Aram from the torrent of rain slashing down from above.

And you found yourself pleasantly warm as Aram pushed in your chair as you took your seat. The business must have heating enchantments placed around to keep their patrons comfortable.

“This place is lovely.” You said as your waiter passed you both a menu. Excusing themselves to give you time to look over their drink choice.

“It’s one of my favorite spots in the city. The ocean view usually is better, but I can at least trust the food will be good.” Aram explained, glancing over the railing to the harsh waves and dark waters. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all.” You quickly reassured him. “I’m just happy to have an excuse to go out. I’ve been putting off going out for dinner for a while. I don’t know alot of people here yet. I wouldn’t know where to start.``

“Well, I hope my choice becomes one of your favorites.” Aram smiled.

The conversation fell into a simple one of work. Aram asked more questions about your store while you prodded about his life in the Guard.

“Things have gotten better over the past few months.” Aram admitted, drawing idle circles on the condensation of his cup of mead. “But I’m sure…activities will pick up closer to the holiday season. I dread to think about that time of year. But it is at least never lacking on slow days.”

“I used to avoid cities during their festival seasons. As backwards as that is for a traveling merchant.” You said in return. “It always caused me more grief than coins. But I guess it’s unavoidable now that I have a permanent spot here.”

~~~~To Be Continued Because my brain is stuck~~~~~~

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dlj60 · 4 months ago

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Okay, so this is my first ever story post on here, and I’m a bit out of practice so please excuse any errors or mistakes that I happen to miss. If I do decide to write any other stories, just know that they’ll more than likely be reader inserts and definitely male reader inserts.

As a gay man, it sucks that there aren’t enough gay monster boyfriend reader insert stories. So, here goes nothing lol. I hope you all like it.

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There’s an orc standing at your door when you step outside to get your mail. As a matter of fact, he’s been coming by quite often. One day, he just started showing up and no matter what you say, he always comes back.

His hand is raised, poised to knock on the door before you opened it. You can’t help but let out a sigh of frustration. What is it THIS time?

“You’re back again, I see. You’ve been coming by here so frequently recently. Are you ready to tell me what it is you want?” You’d debated calling the authorities numerous times, but for some reason you kept holding off. You didn’t sense any hostility or danger from him. In fact, almost every time you stood before him, he’d get nervous and hurriedly walk away.

This time, however, feels like it’ll be different. You sense more courage from him this time, which is hilarious to think about. This 7 foot, wall of muscle, being scared of a man he’s twice the size of? Surely not.

You surprised when you hear him clear his throat.

“Um,” he begins to say, “h-have you been enjoying the gifts I’ve been leaving for you?” He’s holding unflinching eye contact with, waiting to see what you say. You almost don’t know what it is he’s talking about until it crosses your mind.

Every day since he started showing up, he’d leave little gifts for you before he would hurry away. Little wood carvings of birds and other little animals. Baskets full of fruits and vegetables. Expertly carved deer meat and warm, fluffy wolf pelts. Among plenty other things. While you were very grateful, you were also confused as to why.

You’d tried asking around town. Your neighbors, people at your job. But no one would tell you anything more other than you would find out sooner or later. When the time was right. It didn’t help that you weren’t originally from this town. You’d only just moved here a couple weeks before this orc started coming around.

You’d heard tales about this town. A town where monsters and humans lived together in peace and harmony. You’d honestly thought people were pulling your leg, but everyone you heard from all swore that it was true.

And now, here you were, staring the truth right into its emerald green eyes. You had to admit, he was quite the handsome guy. Thick, muscular biceps that you were easily able to see because of the vest he wore. Equally thick, muscular thighs that the pants he wore hugged just right. A gold septum piercing and several different rings. Long, jet black hair, perfectly braided into a plait, beads expertly woven in it. Tusks that jutted up from his bottom lip and several earrings pierced into both ears. And a ruggedly handsome face to complete the picture.

Yes, you couldn’t lie. He was really good looking. However, despite how good he looked, you still had to get to the bottom of his constant visiting.

“Yes, actually. I’m very grateful for all the things you’ve been leaving for me. Especially the little wood carvings. They make for cute decorations”, you say. That causes a smile to grace his features and the tension in his shoulders to ease up slightly.

“Good, good. I’m glad to hear that”, he says. He clears his throat again and suddenly looks more nervous again. Which makes you a slight bit nervous yourself. “W-well, then it’s time that I move on to the next step of the courting ritual.”

Wait. Courting ritual? What is he talking about? You go to ask for some clarification, but before you can say anything, he’s dropping down to one knee, kneeling in front of you. He bows his head and closes his eyes, extending an arm out to you, the palm of his hand facing the sky. His other hand has been placed on his chest, right over where his heart is.

“Would you do me the honor of being my mate? I promise to provide for you, protect you, and give you anything and everything you may ever need.” You can’t help but be completely dumbfounded. Be his mate? You barely even know this guy!

“Whoa, hold on a minute”, you say, taking a few steps back and holding your hands up. At the sound of your footsteps retreating backwards, he raises his head and opens his eyes. “I mean, don’t you think this is pretty out of the blue? I don’t even know your name. You don’t even know mine, for that matter! And I have absolutely no idea what the hell is going on. You’ve barely spoken a word to me until now.”

He gets even more nervous at that. Then, he’s closing his eyes and bowing his head again. “R-right, my name. I can’t believe I forgot to tell you”, he says, chuckling nervously. “My name is Dolvik.”

Dolvik, huh? You can’t help but think it suits him. Not wanting to be rude, you give him your name in return. He repeats it with a soft smile. “That’s a nice name. It suits a handsome man like yourself.”

And now you’re blushing. Thank god he’s not looking at you right now. “W-well, thank you, um, Dolvik. Now, if you could explain what exactly this is all about. What’s this about a courting ritual?”

He looks back up at you at that. “You don’t know? I, uh, I thought you were at least aware of what was happening. I figured someone in town would have told you.”

“The only thing they would tell is that I would find out when the time was right. Can you explain it a bit more?”

“Of course. So, all the gifts that I’ve been leaving are part of the ritual. They’re a way to show you that I can provide for you and take care of you. You accepting those gifts means that you accept me as your mate. All that’s left is to ask you to be mine and for you to accept. Once you place your hand in mine, then we are officially mated.”

This is out of this world. You thought this stuff only ever happened in fantasies and fairytales. He’s still kneeling in front of you, however, now he’s making very intense eye contact, no doubt waiting to see what you say next. His hand is still extended out to you, waiting for you to give him your hand.

But, you don’t feel like you can do it. It feels so sudden. I mean, a courting ritual? Being asked to be his mate?

But, looking into his eyes, you can tell he means every last word. They filled with sincerity. But you can’t just readily say yes to a man you barely know, no matter how much he means what he says.

“Please stand up, Dolvik”, you say. You catch a glimpse of uncertainty in his eyes as he does what you say. He’s standing at his full height, looking down at you, hands nervously balled into fists at his sides. “I… don’t think I can just accept this. It’s so sudden and out of the blue.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, shoulders hunching in disappointment. “That’s understandable. Y-you barely know me, after all.” You can tell it hurts him to say it. “You can keep the gifts and everything. I made and prepared it all just for you.” He’s turning away from you now, preparing to leave. You can feel how crushed and rejected he feels.

You feel a sudden urgency to make sure he doesn’t go. Something in you can’t bear to let him walk out of your life, never to be seen again.

“Wait!”, you exclaim. You’re suddenly rushing forward and grabbing one of his hands before he can walk away. He’s turning back to look at you, uncertainty in his eyes. But there’s also a slight glimmer of hope in them too. He turns fully to face you and you let go of his hand and take a few steps back.

“Like I said, this is very sudden and out of the blue and I can’t just readily accept such a heart felt confession like that.” You close your eyes. You can still feel his gaze on you. “However, it wouldn’t hurt for us to get to know each other better.”

You hear the rustle of clothing and open your eyes to see that he has knelt down in front of you again. He goes to cup your face in his hands, but stops just short of touching you, unsure. You surprise him by grabbing his hands and placing them on either side of your face. You keep your hands where they are over his.

“Really?”, he asks. “Do you really mean that?” He’s starting deeply into your eyes. It feels like he’s looking directly into your soul.

“Yes. With complete sincerity. I’m not entirely sure how things will go, but I’m more than willing to give it a shot.” His eyes light up and a huge grin spreads across his face. You see his eyes begin to shine with tears. You release his hands and reach out to wipe some of the tears away. The next thing you know, he’s pulling you into the tightest hug you’ve ever had, your face planted right into his chest. You return the hug as best you can, wrapping your arms around his wide, barrel chest to the best of your ability.

“I promise”, he says, “that you’ll have everything you’ll ever need or want.”

And you believe every single word.

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And there you have it! What do you guys think? Good? Bad? Needs improvement? I’m open to any suggestions or constructive criticism.

Maybe I’ll right more in the future. If anyone has any ideas, shoot them my way.

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murakamiyuki · 20 days ago

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A Silver Lining

You're a healer in a party of adventurers! Unfortunately, you seem to be the side character of their story. While your friends bask in the glory and love, you're brushed aside into the shadows, along with your orc friend. One day, during yet another dangerous mission, an accident happens, and you and your party split up. Who knows... Maybe could a disaster turn into an opportunity to finally forge your own story?

A/N: OKAY, I wrote this in a flash after I read a tumblr post, and the muse decided that I had to suffer until I write a full fanfic for it, so here you go! @blossompencil I have finally finished it >W< What do you think? 👉👈

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Your eyes are blurry, barely able to catch the shape of the forest around you. Your lungs tighten with each move as you try to avoid inhaling the nasty smoke. Flames tickle your skin, and it would definitely burn you, leaving an array of nasty scars had it not been for a protective layer you cast upon yourself and your party. Your ears are filled with the sounds of a fierce fight in the dead of the night. Your muscles scream for a break after a continuous battle against the firebreathing salamander you never even agreed on. This is too much for a mere human like you.

In front of you is your teammate – orc Garon. He towers over you at a solid 7 feet. His giant form is a shield between the other smaller lizards and you. The steel poleaxe in his hands swings faster than your eyes can follow, but you cannot rest.

Your hands are raised, and your form is glowing as mana flows out of your body to follow your command – to protect your teammates.

In the midst of chaos, you hear Leo, your leader, scream your name. Your eyes travel to his form—his sword raised in a protective stance as he pants hard—and you notice a bleeding gash on his shoulder. Your hands tremble, but you raise them anyway to heal a fresh cut. Soft green light emits from the tips of your fingers and travels all the way to Leo, and within a few seconds, the wound closes, leaving behind only a shredded piece of armor.

You’re shaking. Is it exhaustion after fighting for so long? Frustration at the sheer strength of the enemy? Or fury at your teammates who decided to bite off more than they could chew? You don’t know at this point.

However, on the other hand, you understand the reason behind it. All other adventures above the required level were scattered throughout on their respective missions. All but your party. And if the salamander isn’t defeated, it will simply burn all farms and crops, singlehandedly causing famish upon the entire city.

Still, as your knees buckle underneath you, you can’t help but internally curse your friends for dragging you out here.

“Cat! Heal!” Hareene, the elf, calls out for you. Her eyes are still trained on the salamander as she charges at its vitals with the sharp of her spear.

You ignore the nickname, focusing on your task of healing her burnt side until the skin looks as dainty as possible for an elf.

You breathe deeply to calm down your racing heart. The fiery scenery swims in your eyes. You try to blink away the black spots, but it only makes it worse. When you hear Garon call your name, you’re ready to fall dead from exhaustion.

“Just hold on a bit longer,” his own voice is breathless and rigid, yet the determination and a quiet promise of a reprise give you just a sliver of strength to stand firm.

‘Just a bit more…’ you think—hope—anxiously to yourself.

“Caaat!!!” You hear Saeka’s, the fairy mage, almost weeping voice somewhere above your head. You look up and see the flap of her sparkling wings carry her through the sky. She waves at you until you notice her bleeding ankle—an attack she barely managed to dodge. Reluctantly, you heal it too.

A tired sigh leaves your lips. Your mana is depleting much faster than you anticipated, especially having to sustain the fire-protecting barrier on 5 people, and the monster is way too stubborn to die. You don’t know just how much longer of this fight you can handle.

But then…

You hear it first. A pained cry of the salamander, loud enough to be heard all the way back in the city. The sound is so excruciating, that one might question the humanity of your actions.

Then, you see it. Peeking from behind Garon, you stare at Leo’s sword digging into the monster’s chest. Hareen managed to nail one of its paws to the ground with her spear. Meanwhile, Saeka continuously conjures ice spikes, dropping them all over the salamander’s spine.

‘This is it,’ you think.

‘Finally, it’s over,’ you pray.

Gathering the last bit of your might, you direct your mana to your teammates. Despite your muscles breaking, on the brink of consciousness, you concentrate on pronouncing—hopefully—the last spell in your head. Soon, a soft glow embraces their figures once again, and suddenly their strength is immaculate.

With a fierce cry, Leo drives the sword all the way through the scaled body and up to the head, finally killing the creature. Sparks fly from its fire glands before gradually diffusing into smoke. Then, the salamander falls to the ground with a thunderous thud. At the same time, Saeka uses her magic to summon water, at last, putting out the fire.

You stare at its body for a short moment, heart pounding wildly in your chest, before releasing a shuddering breath. There’s a loud ringing in your ear. The stress of the situation finally begins wearing off, and your legs give out underneath you.

You plop down onto the grass, eyes closing while groaning as your muscles cry of relief. It has been a while since the last time a battle wore you down this much. You feel utterly spent and exhausted.

“Don’t relax just yet, Cat,” Saeka murmurs in your ear in that honey-sweet voice of hers. You force your eyes to open, and you find her crouched beside you, her long hair tickling the side of your face, and her wings down, resembling a cape. “We still gotta report the completed quest.”

“What’s gotten you so tired anyway, it’s not like we took much damage,” Hareene remarks when she and Leo join the rest of the team, he carries the salamander’s head as well. Her tone sounds annoyed. However, it could be because of the new set of armor she purchased for a big sum of money that was now in rather pitiful condition. “That cheapskate promised a high quality…”

You ignore her comment, too tired to argue with her.

“I guess I’m not gonna tell you I told you so,” Leo rolled his eyes which inevitably traveled to his own broken armor. He sighed in defeat but quickly recovered when another command fell from his lips. “Alright, warriors, let’s return!”

You want to protest, silently begging for another 5 minutes or days of rest. But the thought of a hot bath and a soft bed makes you almost whine. Thus, you push yourself off the ground with a grunt. Your whole body is in pain that you contemplate retirement. However, seeing your friends tired but unscathed, you can’t help but feel relieved and proud. They survived thanks to you.

Every step is painful. Your brain is still fuzzy, fighting desperately for a break, but you push back, hoping to at least reach the city before you allow yourself to fall into slumber. But then, you feel the world shift when you’re lifted into the air by something. Or better say, someone.

Garon hoists you up gently like you’re a delicate flower. He maneuvers you until you lie like a princess in his hold. The warmth of his green skin makes you tingle as a blush creeps up your face. Whether it was his natural temperature or the result of the fight, you aren’t sure, but you’re not complaining either when you finally relax into his embrace.

Garon might not be the most talkative person in the world, but the message in his gestures is perfectly clear.

“Nawwww, look at you two lovebirds~” Saeka teases while she hovers above the both of you.

“Shut up,” Garon’s voice is calm and nonchalant, but you swear you felt his fingers twitch and his skin heating up even more at the implication. You yourself can’t help but blush harder.

“Cat and Garon are sitting on a tree!” Saeka begins singing, swirling in the air. “K-I-S-S-S-S-S-S-I-N-G!”

“I think there’s one too many s’s,” Hareena chuckles despite the confused frown.

“Not if they’re doing it for a long time~” Saeka teases and proceeds to sprinkle you and Garon with fairy dust from her wings.

“Hey, stop that!” Garon growls, pressing you closer to his chest protectively. The action seems almost involuntary, but you notice.

“Ha! Make me!”

Distantly, you hear Saeka cast a spell again. You don’t have time to react—not like you could do much from your current position—when the world spins again, worsening your headache. You feel cold water coat your legs, then the realization dawns on you. Saeka just shot you with a water ball, and Garon was quick enough to turn around, allowing the water to land on his back.

“You menace-!” Garon is about to draw his poleaxe when your whimper of discomfort draws his attention and he resumes the steady pace.

“Lovebirds~”

“Quit fighting there!” Leo’s authoritative bark instantly seized any war that could’ve followed. He jerks his head forward, gesturing at something. “We’re here.”

The city couldn’t be more alive, despite the dead of night. Perhaps they have been startled awake by the deafening roar of the slayed monster. Streets overflow with people—still in their nightwear with a simple cape over it to cover up—who have strolled outside to see for themselves the reason for the commotion.

Then their eyes land on you and your team – the traces of a fight are prominent on you. You gradually make your way from the main gates, heading toward the Adventures Guild. You can feel the tension rising with every step as the citizens carefully assess you. They’re looking for an appropriate reaction, you’re sure of it.

Then, Leo raises the head of the salamander to showcase that he and his team are the ones who defeated the monster that had been terrorizing the city. Gasps and whispers reach your ears before they morph into raging cries of victory.

Garon walks with you a bit further at the back. You feel a little awkward, weaving through the crowd. You hear people congratulating you, or rather the trio in front of you.

“You are our heroes!”

“Thank you, brave warriors!”

“May the gods bless you for what you’ve done!”

“Thank you for saving us!”

“Are those two also with them?”

Your heart sinks. Your lips purse into a thin line the more you listen to the conversations.

“Is that an orc? What’s an orc doing here?”

“Who in their right mind would invite an orc to their party?”

“Who is that girl he’s carrying?”

“I heard that’s a stray they took in out of pity.”

“No wonder she’s so beat up, the heroes had to protect her as well.”

You avert your eyes away from the crowd. The whispers, murmurs, and rumors are quiet, but you’re able to make them out very well. Their words sting, but they are not that far from the truth. You’re not a fighter; you never have been. Physically you’re weak, and the healing powers are all you’ve got. They are a gift from a deity, and it has always been enough for you. However, the longer your adventure goes on, the worse the self-doubt settles.

‘Am I dragging them down?’ You think to yourself, fighting the tears that are threatening to fall.

“Don’t let them get to you,” Garon suddenly whispers into your ear. His usually gruff voice is soft and velvety but never lacking the resolve that he always carries. You look up only to find him staring straight into your soul. His eyes sparkle in the moonlight as they bore into yours as though silently pleading with you to believe him. “They can think whatever they want about you. Your opinion of yourself is the one that matters.”

You can’t help the blush creeping up your face. You bury your nose into his neck, inhaling the scent of musk and burnt wood. But despite the embarrassment, you ponder his words carefully. But as you think, more questions pop into your mind.

“But…” you start, hesitantly at first, but seeing his gentle face, waiting for you to continue, you find your voice. “Doesn’t it bother you though? We do just as much work, but they get all the glory?”

“Glory and fame don’t interest me,” Garon replies casually. “Besides, humans never truly liked orcs,” he adds coldly. He might’ve sounded nonchalant, but you felt the way his fingers clenched. “So, no matter how many achievements I accomplish, they’ll always see me as a monster, so I just ignore them.”

Your heart aches for him, but at the same time, you feel just a tad bit closer to him. The thought makes you smile, and quite bold when you raise your hand to cup his cheek. The movement is so tender, that Garon stops in his tracks to look at you once again. Suddenly, the victory, the people, and their nasty comments are but a blur.

“I don’t see you as a monster,” you softly murmur in his ear, and you swear you feel him shiver.

However, the intimate moment is ruthlessly interrupted by Saeka, who begins dusting you with sparkles off her wings again, making both you and Garon sigh in annoyance.

“Cuuuuuute~!” The fairy squeals, kicking her feet in the air, and the crowd laughs. You bury your face into Garon’s neck again to hide from prying eyes. “Come on, lovebirds, we got a room at the inn down the road. It has a hot spring!”

*~*~*

You groan groggily when you feel someone shake you awake. Your eyes are closed, but you don’t have to guess who exactly is the impatient one to rouse you at the crack of dawn. You shoo off Saeka’s hands and turn away from her, hoping to catch every last bit of sleep you can. You’re still tired after the fight last night.

“Caaaaat,” Saeka drawls as she climbs to lie on top of you, plopping down with all her weight. You huff and try to pry her off you; despite her dainty build, she’s not as light as people tend to believe. “Come ooon, we got a new mission!”

At that, your eyelids fly open. Your head slowly turns to stare at the girl on top of you. Your eyebrows join together in a frown as the meaning of her words finally sinks in. Suddenly, you’re wide awake and protesting, wiggling out from underneath the blanket. You jump onto the wooden floor and back away till your back hits the wall. “What?” You ask, just to make sure you didn’t mishear her.

“What?” Saeka sits up at the foot of your bed and tilts her head to the side, innocently. “Leo picked up another mission this morning. We’re heading out soon! So you better get ready.”

‘No, I did hear it right…’ you think to yourself, eyes going wide in a panic. “But we just completed a commission yesterday!” You exclaimed, tiredly rubbing your face.

“Well, Leo thought that we could use extra money,” Hareen said as she walked into the room, Leo and Garon strolling behind her.

“Besides, it’s a good practice. After all, the salamander yesterday was a bit challenging, so we have to get stronger,” Leo added with a shrug.

“I just don’t get what you’re complaining about, your job is the easiest,” Hareen crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. Her glare was cold, challenging. You wince at her words.

“Yeah, Cat, I think it’ll be good for you, too,” Leo says with a smile, but his words are nothing short of discouraging.

“Maybe, before we make any decision, we should ask her what she thinks about it,” Garon’s voice is rough and seizing like he’s holding back his anger, which he totally is.

“Oh, come on,” Saeka whines as she jumps off the bed to stand by your side. Her wings nudge your shoulder, teasingly. “She’ll agree, right? She’s Cat! Cats are flexible!”

There it was again. Your nickname. Her snicker makes your stomach churn. The stigma that makes you want to crawl under a bridge like a true cat. Saeka’s words pop into your head, ‘Scaredy cat… Fast and agile, but weak and not as useful compared to other animals, but cats are adorable!’ Ever since she dropped that line, you’ve been nothing but Cat – unable to even fight.

So, as you stand in the room, all eyes turned at you, expectantly, pressing. Your breath hitches. Your teeth cage your lower lip, grazing over the soft flesh over and over again. The weight of the request pushes you down, and you’re not sure you have it in you to refuse. Your eyes trail over your friends’ faces, unsure and slightly panicked. Your mana still hasn’t fully recovered, so going against another monster so soon is a risk. At the same time, though, you think that maybe things will be fine, and your party won’t need your skills at all. They are experienced warriors, after all.

After what felt like an eternity, you let out a defeated sigh and nod, praying that the monster would be kind enough to let you all go with nothing but a scratch.

However, as you stare at the giant serpent, partially sticking out of the water, you feel your legs give out, and you fall flat on your butt. The wet rocks scratch the skin on the back of your thighs, but your mind barely registers the pain. All your attention is on your friends, fighting and losing what was supposed to be an easy job.

“The commission says that in the cave by the mountains lives a horde of goblins. We have to either chase them away or kill them,” Leo read out the request banner as they entered the cave.

“Goblins? That’s an easy one. You could’ve stayed at the inn, Cat,” Hareene mused, and you rolled your eyes at her. Yet, you couldn’t rid yourself of that gnawing feeling that something seemed off. Your intuition screamed at you to turn around and leave, before it was too late.

“The cave is deep, might even be a labyrinth at some point. Watch out, everyone.”

Goblins are niche monsters. They’re dumb and reckless. They lack any sort of intelligence whatsoever, with their only thought and driving force being sustenance and chaos. Goblins are only strong in numbers, but even a regular citizen can deal with them if they’re dedicated enough. It was supposed to be quick and easy.

When did it even go wrong? When you strayed too deep into the cave, stepping somewhere you shouldn’t have? Or when the commissioner failed to mention the ginormous serpent residing in underground waters that you successfully disturbed? One second, you were admiring the still waters, the second one, a blue-scaled monster burst above the surface. It doesn’t matter anymore.

Tears well up in your eyes, and your body locks in fear, refusing so much as to even blink. You can’t breathe or think properly. All you know is panic and your brain screaming at you to get the hell out of there. You want to. You desperately want to run for your life, but, realistically, how far would you even make it on shaking legs?

You see Leo and Hareen, fighting with all their might, but their efforts don’t even land a scratch on the monster. Saeka tries to conjure up a fire blast, but you notice the way her hands tremble in terror. Her eyes are wide, and her dress is torn and dirty after taking a powerful hit from the monster’s tail that smashed her into the cave wall. You are screwed.

The serpent releases a roar. The sound is so abhorrent and loud, you’re forced to close your ears to not go deaf. It lunges forward, aiming to catch Leo in its wide jaws. Its fangs—dripping with poison—sparkle, even in the dim lights of the cave. Hareene, thanks to her quick reflexes, redirects the attack by throwing her spear into the serpent’s eye. But the creature is faster. It manages to evade the sharp object, and the spear ricochets off the wall and falls into the waters. You are so screwed.

“RUN!!!” You hear Leo’s desperate voice. You see him charging toward the exit, dragging Hareene by her wrist. You want to follow the command, you really do, but your body still refuses to listen.

“Cat! Hurry!” Saeka cries out to you as she lurges past you after your leaders.

Finally, you feel blood rushing through your veins. You scramble to your feet like a toddler who still learns how to walk. You have no idea where you’re going, but anywhere will be safer than here. Your feet are numb, and you’re scared you’ll fall again. But then you make the mistake of looking back. You see the serpent’s eyes—red and shiny like rubies—lock on your form. Its cold stare makes your movements halt. And as you stand there, you think to yourself, ‘I can’t…’ suddenly realizing that this is how you’ll meet your end.

The serpent rushes to close the distance, the sharp fangs are seconds away from piercing you when Garon jumps at the monster with a roar of his own. You see him trying to tackle it, his poleaxe manages to graze its tongue, and, as the serpent cries of pain, wiggling and thrashing, it gives Garon enough time to hoist you up and break for the exit.

The ground shakes at the creature’s anger. Its deafening scream is the only thing you hear besides the thumping of your heart. You squeeze your eyes shut when the debris starts falling. Your hands fist Garon’s shirt, crying and praying to come back to safety. Just then, stalactites begin falling as well, and to your horror, the floor shatters under its weight, taking you both with it into the abyss.

When you open your eyes again, you’re outside, lying underneath a tree. The sun had long descended, ridding you of the comforting warmth you longed for. Your muscles hurt as you move, and your brain is foggy, but you will it to reconstruct the chain of events. The cave… The commission… Goblins…. The serpent… Suddenly, Garon’s face flashes before your eyes, and you sit up abruptly only to groan in pain when a pounding headache makes your eyes black out.

“Whoa, careful,” Garon’s voice is soft and quiet. He abandons the task of skinning a rabbit and approaches you in quick strides. His hand is warm when it palms your cheek. “Relax, you’re safe.”

“Where are we? What happened? Where are the others?” You ask, still disoriented, but alleviated to see your friend alive and safe.

“Not sure. I never caught up to them when the floor crashed. We fell into a river, and it spewed us here,” he explains calmly, and you sigh in exhaustion.

You ponder his words and feel a stinging pain in your chest. Tears prickle in the corners of your eyes, both out of relief and regret. Your gaze drops to your lap, and you begin sobbing. “I never should’ve agreed to this!” You cry as a feeling of guilt overtakes your senses.

Garon looks at you in disbelief. Are you seriously blaming yourself for something, not even Leo, a former soldier, could’ve predicted?

“Hey, none of that. It’s no one’s fault, okay?” Garon says urgently. His hands cup your face to ensure you look him straight in the eyes.

“But…”

“No buts,” he interrupts you, a frown prominent on his battle-hardened face. “It could’ve happened to anybody, but you’re alive, and that’s the main thing.”

His words make your heart soft. Your lip wobbles before another array of sobs break out from your chest.

The sight of you crying tears him from the inside, and he doesn’t even think twice before capturing you in his embrace. His muscular arms wrap around your frame, pulling you closer until there’s not an inch of space between you. His large palm softly caresses your lower back, hoping that the motion will soothe you.

Your tears only intensify, feeling so many different emotions clash inside you. For minutes, or hours, you weep non-stop until you’re no longer able to, and your loud wails are reduced to quiet hiccups. Garon holds you firmly the whole time, gently cooing in your ear. His voice, his warmth, and his scent seem to work wonders in grounding you as you descend the mountain of your emotional breakdown.

“I boiled some water if you’d like to freshen up while I prepare us food,” Garon murmured. Only then did you notice a campfire, softly crackling in the background; it’s most likely the reason as to why your clothes are mostly dry. You stare weakly at the dancing flames before you nod.

You fight to suppress a whine when Garon pulls away from you. Luckily, he doesn’t stray too far, just far enough to grab a piece of cloth that he actually crafter out of his torn-up t-shirt. It wasn’t visible in the dim flickering light of the campfire, but you just now notice that he’s shirtless. He placed a pot—one that he made out of the piece of chestplate he found—of hot water and a tiny log for a stool by the river, making up a camp shower.

He beckons you, handing you the cloth, and suddenly you feel bashful. It was the first time being in his company alone. Tears washed away most of your worries, making space for more ordinary contemplation. One of which is being one-on-one with your crush. You look at the hot water, your face heats up at the mere thought of having to undress in his presence.

“Thank you…” You murmur shyly. You sit on the smoothly carved log before turning to face the orc once again. “Uhmm… A little privacy, please?”

Garon never even realized he was ogling, his eyes tracing your soft features while he could. He clears his throat to wave off the embarrassment and walks away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, take your time. I’m gonna make dinner.”

You nod and tug your shirt off in one swift motion.

After you washed off most of the dirt and algae, you felt like a human again. A deep sigh falls off your lips as you sit on the grass, the smell of roasted rabbit is filling your nostrils. The rumbling in your stomach angrily reminds you that you haven’t had any proper meal ever since leaving the inn this morning. You silently observe the way Garon slowly turns the meat until it’s crispy.

The taste is worse than you anticipated. It’s expected, though, given your lack of any proper seasonings or vegetables, but it’s enough to satiate your hunger.

“Do you think they got out safe?” You ask as you toss a stick Garon used to prepare the meat into the fire.

“I’d say yes,” Garon replies casually. However, you feel like his tone is void of any sympathy for your friends. “They’re capable warriors, they can handle themselves.”

“So what do we do now?”

“My suggestion would be to head to another city, relocate completely, and see from there,” he says, chewing on the last piece.

“Are we not going to search for them?” You question with your eyebrow raised. You assumed that reuniting with your party mates would be a priority.

Garon snorts, but the sound lacks any trace of amusement. “Is that what you want?”

“Well, they could be hurt, stranded somewhere just like us, and-” you start rambling but are quickly interrupted by your comrade.

“I’m not asking what they need,” the firmness of his tone makes you pause. The weight of his words is not completely foreign to you, but abnormal enough to really stop and listen. “What I’m asking you is if you really want to come back to them after everything they dragged you through?”

The realization hits like ice-cold water. You recall every Hareene’s snide comment, the way she would diminish you, and your inability to fight unlike all of them. Saeka’s sickeningly sweet voice calling you that degrading nickname she felt so proud for coming up with rings in your ears like a curse. You remember Leo, the leader, the wisest of them all, who would dismiss your every concern and suggestion. No matter how infuriating you felt, you learned to push down those feelings for the sake of your friends. But, realistically, are they your friends?

‘No…’

You shake your head, stating your answer. You don’t want to go back to how things were. You are fed up with constant danger, and being in the company of people who wouldn’t bat an eye before dragging you down. There might be some truth to it, but a ‘thank you’ would be appreciated.

Your eyes lock, and for a moment neither of you says anything, just contemplating the moment of sudden closeness. You see the corners of Garon’s lips tug upwards in a proud grin. You see something in his eyes you’ve seen multiple times – adoration.

You’re the first to break eye contact, growing shy again under the intensity of his gaze. But the way he looked at you, you can’t help but wonder if there might be something more than he lets on.

“We should head to sleep. We need rest,” he said after a while.

Sleeping on the cold ground may have not been ideal, but you have little room when you… actually have little room, tangled together like matching pieces with Garon. Your face is on his chest, so close you hear his steady heartbeat. One of his heavy arms is wrapped around your waist, while the other rests on your back, caging you in a protective embrace.

You don’t even know how that happened, for you two fell asleep a respectful distance away from each other. Was it your wishful thinking, or your unconsciousness trying to get closer to the natural source of comfort and warmth? Or perhaps Garon, even in his sleep, wanted to keep you safe and sound? You can only wonder.

You twist your head to see his face. You drink in his features, rough and scarred. His eyebrows are relaxed, the first time you witness it.

It has been almost a year since you’ve met. You remember it as clearly as though it happened yesterday – Garon, exhausted and injured, sitting by the tree, similar to the one that is your abode right now. You approached him in quick strides, ignoring the scowl of disdain and clear disapproval on his part. You healed his wounds and patched his clothes to the best of your abilities while offering the kindest smile he’d ever seen. That moment solidified your bond. Garon, previously feared for his skills and hated for his upbringing, became your shield, your silent protector. A smile stretches on your lips at the nostalgia.

“You’re staring,” Garon mumbles with his eyes still closed. You don’t even question how he knew, you just accept it.

“Just admiring you,” you whisper, afraid that if you speak louder, you’ll ruin the precious moment between you.

You don’t know what came over you. Maybe it was the newfound freedom or the absence of one annoying fairy teasing you constantly. You feel a surge of longing and confidence, and you lean closer, pressing your lips to his.

Garon stiff beside you, clearly never expecting such a move from you, but the initiative is welcome. Your heart flatters when his palm that once lay on your waist cradles your face to deepen the kiss. It’s a bit awkward working around the tusks, but his lips are soft and warm. You practically melt, wishing you could simply merge bodies together in one piece.

A barely audible whine leaves your lips when he pulls away, but his hand still holds your cheek tenderly.

“What was that about?” He asks quietly, hopeful. His breath is hot against your red lips.

“Just…” you start, bashful, your confidence is long gone, and you grow shy once again. You squirm lightly in his hold, but it just causes you to tangle more. “Just wanted to kiss you, that’s all.”

Garon hums in acknowledgment. His eyes linger on your face, searching for any trace, any little hint of hesitation or regret. However, all he sees is the shine of certainty, and the steady warmth of your gaze, brimming with affection. Relief flickers across his features, gentle and real. He leans in again, slowly, giving you the chance to pull away. You don’t, though, instead closing the distance yet again. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you almost feel like crying at the softness of the moment.

You skip along the road, humming a random song you once heard at some pub. Your mood is alleviated after the fond morning you shared with Garon. You replay the scene of your kiss in your head over and over again. Your heart sings with affection and love that the events of the previous day are nothing but a dull memory.

Garon walks beside you, his lips are pursed in embarrassment. Can orcs blush? You’re not sure, but if they can, he’s doing it now, considering that the green of his face is a few shades darker. It’s oddly endearing, this rare crack in his usually impenetrable demeanor.

There’s a quiet between you, not awkward, but new—tentative. It felt surprisingly freeing, not to have to rely on one selfish demand after another. You find yourself basking in this new dynamic – finally, an adventure where you don’t have to risk your life for a few golden coins.

“SOMEBODY, HELP!!!”

You curse under your breath, less out of annoyance, more out of fear. The flashbacks of the serpent, its red, murderous eyes staring into your soul resurface. Cold sweat forms on your forehead. Your body freezes, not knowing what to do.

Luckily, Garon acts quicker than you.

Instantly, he bares his weapon and rushes to the source of the voice. His form disappears behind the bushes, and the rustling of the leaves breaks you out of your trance.

‘Someone must be hurt there…’ You think frantically, landing a solid slap on your cheek to gather your thoughts together. Eventually, you rush after the orc. You weave through the woods until you see a carriage, thrown over on its side. Next to it sits a woman, whose shout you heard before. She holds a crying little boy, shielding him with her body against the giant wolves.

Garon stands between the woman with her son and a pack of wolves. Their eyes look crazed as they growl furiously at him. But even wolves know better than to charge erratically at an orc armed with a poleaxe, so they circle them, waiting for a chance to spree.

At that moment, your reflexes kick in. You raise your hand, casting a dexterity spell on your companion. Then, with one swift motion, Garon swings the poleaxe, grazing some of the wolves. Crimson liquid stains their fur and they release a blood-curdling howl before they sprint away. Your spell wafts off, but you immediately cast another one over the woman with her child to treat their wounds.

“Miss, are you okay?” You hurriedly approach to check in with them. You assess the damage, and luckily, thanks to you, they got away with barely a scratch and some torn clothes.

“T…thank you…” The woman mumbles, her voice still trembling with fear and adrenaline. Her hands instantly roam across her son’s body to ensure he is safe, but when she sees clean skin instead of an open wound, she breaks down in tears, hugging her little boy while peppering his face with kisses. “Thank you… Thank you, heroes!”

You look at them for a moment. Your thoughts twirl like a swarm of wild beasts. You hear both of them cry, bawling their eyes out in relief, and you can’t help but feel this tingling sensation blossoming in your chest. It makes you feel warm and content, almost… like you’re happy.

You turn to look at Garon, and he’s wearing the same expression as yourself – confused but proud.

It’s a weird feeling. You have saved people enough times before, but no one even once ever looked at you like this. You? Heroes? No one has ever called you that. An unknown backup? A someone to pity? Definitely. But a hero? No, that’s first.

For a moment, you feel—you believe—that you can become a hero as well.

*~*~*

About three months have passed ever since you parted with your party. And to speak quite honestly, you’ve never been happier. You’ve been traveling alongside Garon, just the two of you in perfect harmony. The road stretches long, but with him beside you, it never feels lonely.

Slowly, but surely, you build your reputation across lands as a healer with a holy touch and an undefeatable orc warrior. People begin whispering of your duo in marketplaces and taverns, not as a ballast to an infamous party of adventurers, but as something more genuine – a symbol of hope and power not to be tampered with.

Even now as you stroll through the streets of the city you arrived no long ago, you can’t help a dopey grin when you hear the rumors about you. You pick out the vegetables for dinner when it reaches your ears.

“Is that the healer people talk about?” One man asks the other as he glances backward to look at you.

“I heard she fixed Jonah’s broken collarbone,” he answers, while sipping his morning tea, voice laced with wonder and pride over knowing such private information.

“Do you think she can restore my eyesight too?”

“Man, you’re practically blind, nothing can help that,” his friend snickers. “But go ahead, you can ask her.”

You smile to yourself, preparing for a conversation and possible healing session. You don’t mind, of course, as long as you’re able to bring hope and smiles to people’s faces. However, what you catch, makes your blood run cold. Instead of two gentlemen, you hear her.

“Caaaaat!” Saeka’s honeyed voice rings in your ears, unlocking the memories you’ve tried to push down for the past 3 months. You don’t even have time to properly face her, when her arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, squeezing tightly in a suffocating embrace. “I’ve finally found you?”

“S…saeka?” You stutter through gritted teeth when you finally come to your senses.

“It’s me! Where have you been?? We thought you and Garon died to that serpent!” She whined tearily, hugging you tighter. You’re about to wiggle out of her trap when she spreads her wings and soars into the sky with you in her hold. “Come with me!” Your basket is dropped on the ground, the vegetables scattering around haphazardly. Your screams are the last thing people hear as Saeka flies away, taking with you.

One moment you cry your voice out, the next moment you’re in a tent, your face flushed, and your hair disheveled. But the sight of Leo, pale and weak, lying on a pile of blankets and rolls of bandages sloppily wrapped around his shirtless body. The wound is deep, judging by the fresh blood staining the material.

“Cat?” Hareene sounds surprised when she sees you entering the tent, but her shock quickly morphs into indifference. She gestures to Leo, waving her hand. “Hurry up and heal him.”

You stand there, unmoving. Your brain short-circuits at the sudden turn of events. Your former partymates stare at you expectantly. Once again, you feel like a broken and timid little helper, while others take advantage of you. You’re not sure what would be the best course of action, after all, in your eyes, you never meant to meet them. Yet, here you are.

“Come on, cat, hurry, we’re afraid he doesn’t have much time!” Saeka pleads with you. Her voice is trembling, on the verge of tears.

“How did this even happen?” You question as you approach the bedding.

“Well, after we split, Leo wanted to find other jobs to, you know, get stronger,” the fairy starts. “But he may have gotten a bit reckless, and rhino stabbed him in the stomach.”

“We’ve been searching for you ever since, and then heard rumors about a healer who travels with an orc,” Hareene adds. Her arms were crossed over her chest, giving away her anxiety.

“Pleaseeee!” Saeka drawls, her hands clasped together, begging and crying.

Again, you’re confused. Your body locks in a familiar feeling of terror. But there are a few things you know for sure – you don’t want to help them; you don’t want to join back; constant stress and danger, all depending on you was too much for you, and you dread the possibility of it happening again.

So you do one logical thing.

You heal Leo. Your hand glows as the energy flows into his body. You carefully weave around the wound, working to close it and force the body to start the restoring process. You see his face redden, and his pulse stabilizing, signaling his recovery. Then, in just a few minutes, he opens his eyes.

“Leo!” Hareene and Saeka wail in unison as they rush to their leader’s side to smother him with tears of relief and affection.

You stare at the pile, your face is drawn with indifference. Offering a curt nod—although you’re not sure any of them is in their right state of mind to pay you any attention—you exit the tent and begin strolling back to the city. Garon is probably worried sick about your absence.

“Cat, wait!” You hear Saeka’s voice call out for you as she catches up to you. Nothing but confusion is written on her face. “Where are you going???”

“Uhm, heading back?” You say the phrase like a question, unsure of the answer she was expecting.

“But… We have to get going, we have a job waiting to be completed, and-”

“Saeka,” you say firmly, interrupting her. Frankly, you’re not surprised in the slightest at her dismissal. But finally, for the first time during your whole journey, you know what you want. You’ve found your voice and you’re about to fight your way out with it. “I think you misunderstood something. I healed Leo, but I’m not coming with you.”

“What…?” The sorrow in her voice is almost enough to make you backtrack. Almost.

“Garon and I are traveling by ourselves now, and I enjoy it the way it is,” you reply with a fond smile. “So, thank you, for the invitation, but I’m gonna have to decline,” you bowed politely, hoping she would understand, but luck was not on your side.

“What?! No! You can’t!” Saeka practically screams in your face, growing desperate with each second. “Look, I’m sorry we weren’t giving you enough credit, we’ll get better! But I mean, you’re cat! You’re our cat! We travel together! It’s our journey! ”

“Not anymore, Saeka. Goodbye,” you turn around and begin walking away. You can still hear the fairy’s cries and pleas, but you stand firm on your decision. It feels amazing to finally be able to voice your opinion, to fight for what you want. This feeling is elevating. Just one more thing left, you think before turning around to face Saeka once again. “Saeka.”

“Yes?” She looks at you with a look of hope that maybe you changed your mind.

You simply smile at her, before you say, “I’ve always hated that nickname.”

You don’t look back. You ignore the look of utter shock and betrayal as you resume your walking. Your heart pounds in your ribcage with all the adrenaline, but you’ve never felt better. A weight you hadn’t realized you were still carrying lifts with every stride you take away from them.

When you arrive back in the city and find the stall of food you never had the chance to shop at, you see Garon, going from one person to another, frantically asking people if they’ve seen you. Your heart flatters and a warm sensation settles in your stomach. You call out for him with a smile, and, as expected, the orc immediately rushes to your side, swoops you up, and twirls you in a dizzying dance, before his lips find yours in a longing kiss. You giggle into his mouth, feeling as though you’re going to burst any second from happiness.

“Where have you been? I was so worried,” Garon asks once he steadies you back down on your feet.

“Saeka found me,” you say truthfully as you begin walking to the inn you’re currently staying at.

“What? And what happened?”

A frown is etched onto his face as you retell the exact play of events. But when you beam at him, he smiles, lacing your fingers together. The more he listens to your story, the more his body stiffens. He doesn’t like the fact that you’ve been found, but he can’t help but notice the way your steps feel lighter, your voice louder, and your eyes brighter. And as you finish your tale, Garon feels nothing but pride. He presses his lips to your forehead, and you melt at the touch, thinking that everything will be okay from now on.

Oddly enough, you’re glad fate brought you face-to-face again with your former teammates. It gave you the opportunity to end things on your terms; to say what you’ve always wanted to say. Now, you can move on with your own journey. No more playing a supporting role in someone else’s legend. You can finally become the hero of your story.

#original character #romance #monster romance #friends to lovers #orc x human #monster lover #x reader #reader insert #fluff #hurt/comfort #happy ending

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bump1nthen1ght · 8 months ago

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 2 - Handcuffs

Kinks: Handcuffs

Pairing: M!Reader x M!Orc

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1627 words

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“Where did you even get these?” You have to bend your neck at an awkward angle to look at your own wrists, the fuzzy red cuffs with your name in block letters now holding your hands up and attached to the headboard.

“Etsy.” Bog says, adjusting the restraint so the fuzzy side presses against your wrists. “They're cute, like you.” Bog leans down and kisses your cheek, his other hand now fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. You had only been able to undo two before he had thrown you on the bed, asking if you wanted to try something new tonight.

The tight, white button up is practically bursting at the seams anyways, Bog easily popping each button like a tab on a soda can. Just the hint of his chest, that dark forest green speckled with black chest hair, has you salivating at the mouth. Gods, how’d you get so lucky?

Bog leaves his shirt open and hanging off his shoulders, displaying his pecs and proud belly, before moving onto his belt. The jingle of the buckle being undone is almost pavlovian, your cock twitching and the headboard rattling as you instinctively yank on the handcuffs.

“Naughty boy. Already breaking the rules?” Bog laughs, pulling the belt out of its loops with a flourish. “Good thing I got the extra tough kind.”

“Can’t help it.” You grind up, cock nestled in your tight slacks and between Bog’s legs. “You’re so hot.” You bite your lip as Bog pulls down his fly, revealing your favorite pair of boxer briefs and his sizable bulge. Damn, you think you might be drooling.

“You’re the hot one, babe.” Bog drags a hand down your front, undoing your own buttons with a familiar dexterity. Goosebumps pepper across your neck, breath catching as Bog lingers just below your belly button. “Look at you, all tied up and desperate.” He reaches down and palms your cock, a raspy moan bursting from your mouth.

“O-only for you, baby.”

“Damn right.”

Bog other hand snakes down his stomach and into his briefs, jerking off his already stiff dick underneath the fabric. The one on your crotch squeezes up your shaft, pre-cum pressing a stain into your date-night pants. Bog darts his tongue out between his tusks, eyeing up your chest as it breathes, nice and slow.

The fuzz on your wrists only does so much to prevent any bruising, your arms straining against them as you watch Bog’s hand jerk up and down, languid and slow. He does the same to yours, just pressing against the fabric and rubbing his thumb across your head.

“C-come on, Bog.”

“C-come on what?” Bog leans forward, reveling in your quick submission.

“Let me see-e it.” You whine, the hint of his bulge not enough anymore.

Bog smirks but doesn’t hesitate to whip out his massive cock, already swollen and dark green with blood. A prominent vein runs up the middle, curving to the left with his head. You bite your bottom lip.

“Shit.”

“Yeah, you want this dick?” The hand palming you moved up to your fly, dexterously popping open the button and pulling down the fly. Your hips cant upwards.

“Please.” You whine, eyes still locked on Bog’s member, which bobs under its own weight. White precum beads at the tip, looking disgustingly appetizing. Normally at this point you’d already be deepthroating it, too desperate to not have his cock in one of your holes. But the handcuffs are putting the work in, keeping you right in place.

“Well since you asked so nicely.” Bog stops stroking himself to yank at the hem of your pants, forcing that and your boxers down to your ankles and throwing them to the side. A calloused thumb presses at your hole as Bog reaches for the bottle of lube nearby. Your legs shake and tremble, still fruitlessly pulling your weight, trying to pull him even closer to you. Your ankles try their best to hook around the bend of his knee, but that strong core doesn’t falter under your frantic tugs. He slaps your inner thigh, making you yelp. “Patience, babe. That’s why I had to get the cuffs, cause you're so damn naughty.”

The louver is cold as it drips down your ass cheeks, Bog rubbing into it into that tight ring with his thumb, easily pushing past and down to his knuckle.

“Damn, nice and stretched already. You really are a slut.”

“Just for your dick.” You say, whining as he pulls out his thumb. But the familiar feeling of a cockhead pressed against your asshole is enough to shut you up, biting your bottom lip as Bog lines himself up.

“Aaah, there we go~” Bog sighs as he slowly sinks himself inside you, lube squelching as it spurts up against the intrusion. Your eyes roll back in your head, that thick coke-can dick always making you burn in the best of ways.

It isn’t long before Bog is fully seated inside you, balls nice and snug as he grinds his hips, searching for your prostate. His search is rewarded with another jerk of your hips and a breathy moan, your boner throbbing.

“Right there, huh?” Bog chuckles, rubbing his fingers down the bony joint of your ankle. He gives a small mini-thrust, sparks shooting out behind your eyes.

“Uh-uh.” You nod dumbly, lips darting out to wet your dry lips. The handcuffs dig into your wrists again, body moving to grab Bog by the hips and force him to fuck you faster.

“I like seeing you like this.” Bog pulls out a couple inches before slowly thrusting them back in at a snail's pace. The moment of pressure against your prostate is good, a shock of electricity moving down your leg, but still not enough. “Desperate, but helpless. All whiny and cute.” Bog reaches up and pats your cheek like he would a dog who just did a basic trick. The way it turns you on indicates that something just awoke in you.

Bog slides out again, almost 3/4ths of the way, and slams a bit harder. You gasp, stomach turning as another shock makes your abdomen clench. Wrapping his hands around both of your ankles, Bog pulls out all the way.

“But I like seeing you go dumb on my cock even more.”

This thrust is leagues faster than others, moving your body halfway up the bed with its force. You choke out another gasp as Bog begins to fuck you with a fervor, gone with the teasing strokes of before. Using your own legs as leverage he fucks into you like a cheap sex toy, cock battering your insides as his balls slam against your backside.

The handcuffs shake and shudder as your moved up and down, arms now limp and no longer fighting as you receive a proper fucking. Bog isn’t even giving you time to backchat, mind quickly going numb from the constant assault on your sensitive spot,

“O-oh, fuck!” You sigh as Bog moves a hand down to your thigh and pushes your lower half upward, forcing you to bend in half and his dick to go even deeper inside of you. The room is beginning to spin, your ability for rational thought departing as your nervous system is overwhelmed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Your two bodies stick together as the room gets hotter and hotter, sweat rolling down Bog’s abdomen and onto yours, forming a pool in the creases of your stomach.

“Not so sassy now, h-huh?” Bog pants out, cheeks flushed a deep green as he humps downward. How his thighs and glutes haven’t given out yet is a testament to his body, all the muscle from hard work and not just for show. Even now his hands barely don’t grip your ankles too tight, core muscles flexing as he keeps himself stable enough to fuck you into oblivion.

The headboard creeks once Bog moves a hand down to your cock, jerking it hard and fast. Sloppily, just as hips and rhythm begin to devolve into a mess of movement.

“I'm gonna cum!” Your voice keens, legs beginning to spasm as the edge gets closer and closer. No care for your neighbors, who no doubt will be filing a noise complaining. If not from them than your downstairs neighbors too, the slamming bed probably shaking the foundations of their walls.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for Daddy.” Bog says as he cups your balls, thumb pressed right against your perineum for the final finish. His hips never stop, despite the hitch in his voice and the way his legs begin to shake.

“Oh! Oh!”

Light bursts behind your eyelids as you finally reach the peak, cock spasming as cum splatters across your stomach, getting as high as your clavicle. Bog’s finally digs his nails into your ankles as he also cums, filling your ass up with a fresh load, just how you like it. There’s a debaucherous popping noise as he unsheathes his softening cock from you, spurts of his semen dribbling out your asshole and onto the expensive bed sheets.

He’s exhausted, you can tell. Bog’s arms are trembling as reaches up to your handcuffs, struggling to line up the key with the small hole. You laugh as he keeps sliding the key a little too much to the left.

“Was I the one fucked-stupid or you?”

“Shut up, babe.” Bog says with no malice, laughing despite his clear frustration.

From this angle you can see every line of his face, the fine contours where his jaw meets his neck, the pulsing veins from the workout you both just endured.

“I love you.”

Bog looks down, that usual wiry smile on his face.”

“Love ya too, baby.”

#my writing #reader insert #male reader insert #monster x reader #monster romance #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #orc x reader #x reader

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ijwrite · 7 months ago

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Female Orc x Female Reader Part 4

Winter had arrived at your home, with sharp winds and freezing rain. But none of this mattered, not when you could see Hakla and Qarak in the adorable hats and gloves you knitted them.

While the cold meant that you no longer had to tend to your fields, you worried for not just your sheep, bees and garden, but also for the two orcs that were now living with you. The nights could get cold, and while Hakla helped you with supplying masses of firewood, you still feared they might wake up chilled.

So you planned a trip to the nearby town, in order to trade some of your produce for extra thick clothes and blankets, along with some assorted spices. It would actually be the first time you left them, since Qarak and Hakla had stumbled their way into your life.

You invited Hakla along with you, but she declined, mumbling her reasons so low that you didn't hear. You did not press her though, figuring she wasn't really fond of large masses because of her earlier life.

So you packed your small hand-drawn cart with wool, honey, pickles, sheep's milk cheese and your coins, just in case someone didn't want to trade. Hakla observed you through the window, holding Qarak on her hip. She was not a fan of you leaving either, but you reassured her that you knew the way and the people in the village. And even if something went wrong, you had your knife at your side. Before you left the next morning, you kissed Qaraks forehead and once again calmed down Hakla. Her worried eyes never left you as you pulled the cart down the overgrown path that led to the larger road.

There was nothing noteworthy about your trip to the town, neither your visit. Though you did get some gifts for the ones waiting for you at home.

The trip back though, was always harder. By the time you turned your nose towards home, it was already very dark, and the road was hard to see. The only light available was the moon and the stars. You did not light your lantern, for that would make it easy for any potential robbers to see you from afar. It did also make it difficult for you, but you would rather fall in a ditch than get robbed.

It wasn't a ditch that got you however, but a loose nail in the middle of the road.

You did not see it, before it already had pierced your boots and foot. Barely managing to hold in a loud curse, you quickly decided that trying to pull it out in the dark might make it much worse, and lighting your lantern while you couldn't run was too risky. So you kept on walking, thanking your luck that you were not far from home.

The moment you emerged from the woods surrounding your home, Hakla exploded out the door, running to your side.

She came to a skidding halt in front of you, embracing you harshly. She held you like that for a little time, not talking or moving before you softly put your hand on her head.

"I missed you too Hakla, but it is cold out here and I have a nail in my foot"

You mumbled, and instantly she stood, taking you with her up, carrying you inside. Your soft protests were only met with a grumble, and you decided to give it up for now.

Inside the hut, Qarak was somehow still sleeping soundly in his crib, despite the loud sound of the door, snoring loudly. You were sat gently on your bed, enjoying the warmth of the fire for a moment as Hakla inspected you foot. You were about to open your mouth to tell her where your pliers were, before she pulled the nail out with her fingers. You bit your lip and hissed through your teeth to keep from waking Qarak, but now your lip was bleeding along with your foot.

"Hakla! You can't just do that! Go get the medical kit" you whispered harshly to her, trying to pull your shoe off your foot. She scrambled to get it, retrieving some gauze.

"I need the disinfectant first" you told her, and she blinked for a moment, before giving you the strong bottle of alcohol. You checked the wound for debris before pouring a bit over the wound, hissing again. You just wanted to lay down and forget about it, but you needed to make sure it wouldn't get infected.

"Get me the honey, please" you wheezed out, giving Hakla the bottle again.

"Honey? I think you need to bandage it before eating" she mumbled confused.

"Honey helps prevent infections. If the bandage isn't entirely clean or I get my foot dirty, it will keep it from getting bad and I would rather not need an amputation" You elaborated, but in the back of your mind, you were confused about how she didn't know anything about healing if she had been a fighter before coming to your home. She did get you the honey, and you generously smeared it so the wound was closed off. Bandaging it up, you sighed as you finally laid down.

"Would you mind terribly going out and getting the cart? There are some perishables in the burlap sack I need to store" You asked with your arm covering your eyes. Judging by the sound of the door opening and closing, you imagine she did just that. Tomorrow, you'd help put away the other things, but for now? You needed to sleep. Pulling the cart wasn't hard, but it wasn't easy either.

As you drifted off, you felt a presence settling behind you in the bed, holding you softly.

#fem reader #female monster #female monster x female reader #monster fic #female orc #orc x reader #reader insert #x reader #wlw fiction #wlw

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witchthewriter · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐫𝐜 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: also I cannot disclose his name right now because that is apart of the storyline. It's very cute how it's revealed...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛?)

Oh my god, this Orc is 100% affectionate. He loves running up behind you and grabbing you, twirling you around.

He just loves seeing a smile on your face, and that makes him extra affectionate. He just wants to kiss you, especially all over your face, making you blush.

He's also very physical, when on a raid he'll have you by his side, either holding your hand or having you on his shoulder.

𝐁 = 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡?)

You know how your relationship started - it was through friendship. He had broken the chains that your captors kept on you day and night. And gave you a harsh decision.

Stay here and be found by those who want you enslaved. Or come with him, and live a life of freedom. It took you a moment, but you chose the right decision.

That's how you went from being freed by him, to finding friendship, and then to best friends. He was always checking on you, helping you to acclimatise with everyone.

Blend in, learn their way of life. And he didn't leave it to other people to teach you, no, he taught you himself.

Some may say he was harsh at times, but you always knew he did it for your betterment. Everything he did was to make sure you were growing. Not stuck in a victim mindset.

He even went so far as to challenge one of the assholes who was making fun of you behind your back. He won of course, and no one spoke ill of you again. Because your best friend, your orc, was one of the fiercest of them all.

𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐷𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒?)

OH OF COURSE HE LIKES TO CUDDLE. You live in the sand dunes, and cuddling makes sleeping a lot more comfortable. Also this Orc male is just so affectionate, any opportunity he gets to kiss you, hold you, keep you close - he takes it.

His favourite way to cuddle is when he's lying fully on his back, and you climb on top of him. He laughs at how you have to catch your balance every once in a while. You'll look up at him with an exasperated look and he laughs; a big belly one. And helps you stay still.

𝐃 = 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 (𝐷𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔?)

Yes he wants to settle down, but not quite yet. He wants to show you everything the world can offer first. Seeing as though you came from being a slave, you didn't know the world and what was in it.

He's very good at cooking, as that was how he contributed to the horde when he was younger. By catching food, by baking bread etc. He still bakes bread for the horde.

And because there isn't ... someone who comes to clean the tents, he learnt to clean up after himself. Yeah, he might take a day to fully clean his boots, or weapons, but he does get it done.

𝐄 = 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐼𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡?)

He couldn't. He could never say those words to you, instead, he would challenge someone he knew he couldn't win in a fight, and go out that way. He'd rather die than break your heart.

And if he did have to break up with you, it would generally be for a good reason. Probably to save your life. But still, he'd rather die than live without you. You've changed him and he's changed you - in the best way possible. You're a unit. A team. There's never one without the other.

*when challenging someone it's to the death btw

𝐅 = 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞(𝐞) (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑?)

Loves commitment, and adores it, it's you who he's waiting on. He wants you to be ready, even though he is 100% ready to marry you. To bind himself to you forever. He isn't one to shy away from it. Doesn't understand why others don't want to have a life partner.

𝐆 = 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦, 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝘩 𝑝𝘩𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦?)

Very, very gentle with you emotionally. He's been the one to open your mind and heart to new possibilities. He skyrocketed your confidence, he gave you both a real and hypothetical shoulder to cry on. He let you open up about your trauma - and walked through it with you. Advice? He's great at it.

𝐇 = 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐬 (𝐷𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝘩𝑢𝑔𝑠? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡? 𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝘩𝑢𝑔𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒?)

Loves hugs, and loves 'em real good. He loves the feeling of your arms wrapped around him. Your warmth is a reprieve, even if it isn't cold, he loves to feel your warmth. When it comes to the other Orcs, he'll give them a clap on the back or a running jump when they've had a big victory.

But with you, he's kind, warm and gentle with his hugs. Oh, apart from the surprise ones. But he knows you love them.

𝐈 = 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐿-𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑?)

When he proposed to you, that's when he first said, "I love you." Because he knew the first time he said it, he needed to put a ring on your finger.

But he did want to say it a lot earlier than when he proposed. He felt it mere days after knowing you.

𝐉 = 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡? 𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠?)

He gets quite jealous when he sees someone HE's intimidated by, flirting with you. But when it's someone he sees beneath him, then he doesn't really care.

Unless you're looking at him with those 'help me' eyes, then he becomes incredibly angry and possessive.

He will kill anyone who makes you uncomfortable.

𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒? 𝑊𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑊𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑?)

Your first kiss was very gentle. He didn't want to hurt you with his tusks, but because (I know this is logic coming in here ew) your head-to-head ratio is very different, you basically fit in between the tusks. There was a lot of light, soft laughter. A lot of blushing, from the both of you.

He loves when you kiss his eyelids, especially when he's just about to fall asleep

His favourite place to kiss you is on your shoulder, or your wrists where the manacles were. You still have the scars from them.

𝐋 = 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑛?)

Oh my god, your Orc is amazing around children. He thinks they're brilliant. They're such imaginative little creatures, and they say the most funniest things.

He'd love to have a huge family...but he doesn't know if that's in the cards for you two...

𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚?)

He's always awake before you, having gone out hunting for breakfast, or helping to make breakfast when the meat was eaten at dinner. Sometimes he makes eggs, (his specialty is flat bread).

He always gives you kisses good morning - if you're awake to notice them or not.

He brings you breakfast in bed, because he knows how loud everyone is and he doesn't want you to feel overwhelmed at the beginning of the day

Oh, and he's usually humming everywhere he goes...

𝐍 = 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚?)

Oh, nights are the best. When the candles have been blown out, and you both get comfy in each other's arms, he asks you which story you want him to tell. He's got an infinite amount. Some true and some not. He can make anything up on the spot, it's quite impressive.

You usually fall asleep to the gentle lull of his voice and the thud, thud, thud of his heartbeat.

𝐎 = 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 (𝑊𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠? 𝐷𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦?)

He isn't a closed person to you. He opens up to you, to encourage you to do the same. But with others, he keeps things to himself. Besides his history as a slave himself. He's proud of how far he's come. He doesn't want to overwhelm you with all this information about himself and scare you away.

(Not that it would, you accept everything he is)

𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦?)

By you? He's as patient as can be.

By others? He's yelling, he's telling people off, he's telling people to hurry up - and then if you surprise him by standing behind him, then he's instantly quiet.

"Oh, dear, just making sure ... everything is going smoothly..."

𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐬 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝐷𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔?)

This is the stupidest question because he remembers every goddamn thing about you. From the smallest details, to your birthday, to your family's names and how they treated you. He always remembers anniversaries. Everything you say to him about yourself is like a little piece in this puzzle he's working on. And he feels so grateful that you open up to him.

𝐑 = 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 (��𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑝?)

When you officially chose him. Your wedding day - he always thinks of it when you're away from him.

The way you looked, the smile on your rosey cheeks. The way there seemed to be a glow about you, like a god had chosen to illuminate you for the whole day

The feast was mighty, as was the drinking

But the best bits were when you were alone. Not just the sexual bits, but when you both got excited to be married. To be recognised as partners forever.

𝐒 = 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑?)

10000000000% Protective. You've spoken to him about letting you do independent things while away from home, and he agrees to let you, but he's worrying the whole time.

He just doesn't want anything bad to happen to you. You're his treasure. His most prized possession. You're his love. His soulmate.

Your Orc protects with his body, with his bare hands. He would go down swinging without a weapon to protect you.

He never expects you to protect him - he's five times the size of you, and is very battle savvy.

But you protect him by keeping a level head, by not panicking if he isn't there.

𝐓 = 𝐓𝐫𝐲 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑠, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠?)

He remembers EVERY ANNIVERSARY DATE, he loves giving you gifts and makes sure that he does an equal amount of chores (and does some of yours as well).

This Orc is CRAZY about you, absolutely head over heels in love with you

The gifts are always over the top as well, but they're always stolen (because of the raiding) but you don't care. You love that your new necklace or ring used to be owned by an asshole. Now they have a proper home with you.

𝐔 = 𝐔𝐠𝐥𝐲 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠?)

Farting, and burping really loudly. He has no shame about it. Until you looked at him with a shocked look, but in a surprise twist - you burst out laughing. A true laugh, snorting, grabbing at your stomach. You weren't used to such brazen acts being done with a stone face.

𝐕 = 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠?)

...Surprisingly Orcs can be quite vain.

Now wait wait; I'm talking, about how their tusks look - some choose to accessorise them.

Some do their hair in special ways (specifically your significant other). Who absolutely adores his hair. He loves how long it is, and how shiny it is. It reminds him ... of his family. Of before they were enslaved.

In terms of comparing himself to other Orcs in the horde, he does realise that he isn't the prettiest, but he damn well is the most ... sexiest looking. Very masculine, and intimidating. And he likes that. He would rather look intimidating than beautiful.

𝐖 = 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 (𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢?)

HE WOULD DEFINITELY FEEL INCOMPLETE WITHOUT YOU. It would be torture, for him to be without you. To wake up and not have you beside him, to not see you there next to him. To walk the world without having your hand to hold. You're the only person he wants to walk the world with.

This isn't two halves of a whole type of thing, no. You were both whole and completely perfect beings on your own.

This is ... he would rather die, or live the worst life possible if you weren't around. He didn't know how much happiness his life lacked without you. Now that he's experienced it, he can't let you go.

𝐗 = 𝐗𝐭𝐫𝐚 (𝐴 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑚.)

He really, really enjoys having his hair played with. Especially pampered; having it shampooed, conditioned, and braided. Like a mini spa day. OH, and he LOVES spa days. He will gather a bunch of oils, special tools and things and take you down to the river. There, you'll both cover yourself in oils and soothing ointments, to lay in the sun with the cool breeze wafting over you.

𝐘 = 𝐘𝐮𝐜𝐤 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒, 𝑒𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟?)

Oh c'mon, he's an Orc, there is nothing physically he would find disgusting. It would be how a person acts and how they treat others - that's what would turn him off or make him feel disgusted.

For example, someone unkind to those smaller than them, or who yell at children and the elderly with malicious intent.

He also hates those who are close-minded. Who are too traditional and conventional, who cannot see past their own opinions to let new ones in.

𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠?)

Snores.

Very loudly snores.

And rolls over in his sleep, practically crushing you. He's much better at it now, the whole not accidentally killing you in your sleep thing, but he still sometimes forgets that there is a human atop him. It should be noted, that his snoring has become a lot more comforting. To you it means: I'm here, you're safe. You told him that during a fight one time and he broke down in tears.

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blossompencil · 1 month ago

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Thank you for 100+ followers!

I am still very much new to writing smut so, please, bully me gently on how I can improve.

Without further ado-

Breaker @cafekitsune

Imagine this..

Ever since not returning to the team with the orc barbarian, it has honestly been life changing.

You both worked together as a perfect team. The orc barbarian would make sure enemies didn't get past him, and with your magic and art of the arcane.. none ever did.

Quests didn't take days to complete. You've even started going on.. dates.

Small things.. visiting the markets, strolling through woods and beaches, star gazing.. But all the small things mattered deeply to the both of you.

Other small things mattered as well.

Small things as your relationship grew deeper. Like how to tilt your head so the orc's tusks didn't scratch your face or when was an appropriate time to throw you over his shoulder and carry you off.

Other small things were deeply important.. like how to navigate the clear size difference between the two of you.

Making sure you felt safe was a definite. Despite all you've been through together.. it's a vulnerable position. Especially adding the size difference. The barbarian constantly checks on you as he is going down on you.

Even taking his fingers was a stretch. One you barely manage to hold yourself together for.

Taking his length was a completely different story..

Without fail, your walls are clenching around him and you're looking nearly out of breath when he's barely gained a pace. Once he's gained a steady pace, you're usually so blissed out every sound comes out marbled.

Your stamina has gotten better over the past few months. Though he never minds having to take a break or call it early.. In fact, he loves teasing you about it.. suggesting looking into some magic to help you last longer than thirty minutes.

You usually are too exhausted to give a come back and resort to huffing into your pillow. Always earning a snicker from the orc barbarian.

#monster lover #monster x human #monster x reader #self insert #monster headcanons #orc #orc x human #orc x reader #tank x healer #smut writing #monster smut

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marlynnofmany · 7 months ago

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(Black Friday ebook sale: Friday November 29th through Monday December 2nd, 2024)

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running-with-kn1ves · 8 months ago

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Hi. Can you do yandere female orc x female reader? Possible breeding kink perhaps...... Feel free to ignore me though.

A/N: as soon as I saw this I knew I wanted to do it. didn't know how-- but I was determined to write it. THANK YOU fellow fem orc lover we must band together!! we are a dying group :(.

CW: NSFW, FxF, fingering, breeding, slight exhibitionism, dom mechanic orc girlfriend

“You make it so hard on purpose, don’t you?”

You buried your nose into the baby blue pillow, torso twisting away from the beast manhandling your body. “You know I’m busy, you know I’m trying to work… And still, you can’t wait. You just need to be bred all hours of the day, huh?”

You can only respond with a guilty muffle, eyes blurred and focused on the half ajar door.

“Well don’t just whine, give me an answer.” Her fingers inch harder, pulsing against the gentle gumminess of your insides.

“Yes--” Your voice cracks, eager to respond as she slows just a tad. “I do, I really really do, please--”

“Mmn..” The orc returns to her original pace, enjoying the way your slick coats her fingers so perfectly, your body accommodating to her two fingers as they should; you were made to be taken by her. “And this is all you’re going to get, despite how badly you want it. I don’t have time to properly fill you up… even if I want to.”

You feel her pace quicken at that, her own huffs growing in succession as the thought enters both your minds, fantasy blurring with reality.

Your feet hang loosely off the bed and her thighs, ass up in her lap as you desperately try to spread wider, her fingers only shy away from the size of your forearm, pumping into you with precision. A million times she’s done it, and a million times more she’d do it to hear you cry out her name, to feel you grip onto her veiny forearms for support, taking her so deep inside of you it should be considered an art.

You could hear the chatter of those in the front shop waiting for their cars to be fixed, for their keys to be returned, to have the attention of your enticing orc girlfriend. But she was busy right now, allowing the rhythm of your thrusts against her hands and stained jeans distract her from her work.

You knew she only had a 20 minute lunch break, that she had already stopped so many times to kiss you behind a wall of tools and to foreshadow what she was going to do to you that night. And still, it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t stop from bending over her work desk, mere panties and a see-through tanktop on, teasing her while she worked.

You didn’t think she’d take it so serious, that she’d really try to teach you a lesson while she had customers waiting. But an announcement of her early break and a quick tug at the thin cotton around your hips led you to your shared bedroom, the only area in the house-slash-car repair shop with a minute bit of privacy. Even then, she barely bothered to shut the door.

Another pair of panties, ripped to shreds from her anger and lust.

“And you know how it drives me crazy, the thought of you being so filled with my cum, your cunt so full you can’t breathe-- and you use it against me!” The orc huffs with a guttural groan-- you can hear her snarl her teeth.

The thought gets her fired up, one hand holding the back of your thigh to help thrust you dramatically in rhythm to her set of fingers.

You feel like a ragdoll, your hips snapping forward and back as she uses you like a cocksleeve, slipping a third, colossal finger inside of you.

You can taste the intensity of the stretch, holding onto the pillow and sheets beneath you for support. You can barely keep yourself silent, the nearing of your climax so tantalizing, so deliciously close.

“Keep quiet,” she huffs, giving a warm slap palmed at your ass to spread you wider. “Can’t let them know, right? Don’t want anybody to hear, how well you take me;.” She leans in close, hot breath and the smell of motor oil filling your senses. “How you’re not going to go anywhere without a pussy full of me tonight.”

Your pleasure-drunken mind wonders heedlessly if its been over 20 minutes, if your girlfriend would dare leave you unfinished, unfilled like this as punishment-- but she keeps going, propping you up to angle herself deeper inside of you.

And without warning, she slips in a fourth finger, one you didn’t know if you could take.

“You’re lucky I’m crazy over you, that I’d kill any other bastard that tried to fuck you like this; hah, as if they could!”

You couldn’t help but arch your back at that newfound entrance, touching somewhere you didn’t know could be so blissful. Your mouth leaves the pillow, drooling just slightly and drawing out an achey, stunned moan.

Your orc girlfriend grabs your hair, shoving you back down into the pillows.

“Just a bitch in heat-- can’t be bothered to keep herself quiet, can you.”

You can tell by her tone she’s mildly annoyed, but you don’t care. You’ll take whatever consequences she gives, as long as she keeps herself inside of you, that she’s just as eager to make sure you’re bred and only bred by her.

But your erratic walls that squeeze around her fingers are suddenly pulsing around nothing. The sound of an alarm fades unceremoniously into your ears, the licks and sucks of sullied fingers overriding it. The sweet sound of them leaving her mouth makes you lift your head in agony. She’s done, she’s done and you haven’t even had half of your fun!

A thick palm squeezes your ass almost to the extent of pain, before throwing you off her lap and onto the wet sheets.

“Don’t bother me again,” The orc warns, her dark hair still kept in its messy half-up, her clothes in tact except for a few dark stains that can be passed off as paint or oil. “I mean it. Or next time I won’t go so easy on you.”

You want to argue, to force her hands back on you or into your mouth, but you’re cut off by her stern look.

“When I get off shift I want you back here, spread open for me. No earlier.”

You try to give a weak “but--” before she walks away, but you’re too late. The door shuts behind her, the grunts of annoyance from customers now dulled behind the door.

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Don't Belong Here

Part 5

part 4

By: @pusantheamazonian

Tag list: @rosecat5 @athenaricham-loves-orcs @pandainfinitely @rivalriotrenegade @rouge-fire175 @happymoonangel @the-witchs-posts

You don't know why but it's time. There's just something gnawing in your brain that Ronnie needs to meet them. Now that you two are officially dating. Because if they don't approve of him you're going to cut your own heart out. And you'll never be happy again.

Anxiety ridden. Biting the bullet, you give them a call. And it's picked up on the first ring.

"Y/N! I hope you're not calling to cancel tomorrow." Immediately the motherly scolding begins, somehow she knows something is going on.

"Actually quite the opposite."

"What's wrong?" Worry fills her voice.

"I was hoping I could bring someone with me. There's someone I'd like you to meet." Biting your lip, you know she's going to say yes. But you don't want to risk the chance that the answer will be no.

"Of course dear. You can bring whoever you need to." You can hear the relief in her voice.

"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

One phone call down, now the other. But there's no telling what he's up to today so quick text will do.

Ronnie, would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow? They're some people I want you to meet.

God. Why is this so hard to ask? You've rewritten the question three times. Nervously you push send. It's not like you're inviting him to have lunch with your parents and meet them for the first time. No it's just Tog and Dura. The ones who have looked after you and babied you since you moved here.

Damn it. They are your parents. As much as you hate saying it out loud to anyone. They are. Besides Charlie and Olivia already call them that.

*Ding*

Sure.

Great! Meet at my place at 11am.

Breathing a sigh of relief. Now here's to hoping everything goes well.

These people must be important to you. You have refused to say anything else about this lunch or even acknowledge that it's happening. He's got to step it up today, he definitely needs to look like a regular person.

The importance of this lunch is killing you. You already sorta know how Tog feels about this but Dura will likely kill Ronnie if she disapproves.

"Where is that dress?" Grumbling while sorting through the closet. You know that dress Dura bought you is in here and for extra bonus points you have got to wear it. Ronnie will be here any minute and you're still in your underwear. Not that he wouldn't mind but now is not the time.

"Ah ha!" Finding the dress, somehow you tucked it into a garment bag and shoved it all the way in the back of the closet.

Slipping the dress on you barely have enough time to finish getting dressed when there is a knock on the door.

Opening the door you can't believe it's him. He's in crisp new jeans and a button up shirt. There's no way he can clean up this good.

"H-hi." Stumbling over your words you have to force yourself to focus.

Damn she's gorgeous. Hair and makeup done. Smelling like blackberries again. The soft blue dress has matching beading around the neckline and belt. He's never seen you in a dress before. He'll never say it out loud but you usually dress like you're homeless or just rolled out of bed. You oddly feel like home.

"You didn't say what to wear. Hope I chose right." Shrugging you see his ears twitching awkwardly.

"Yes." Actually you couldn't care less about what he wore. They'll find out he's part of the Fogteeth sooner or later.

"We are meeting some important people of mine for lunch. Just let me get my purse." Staying positive is the only way to make it through the day.

Important people? Worried who's so important that you won't say who it is? He picked up on the fake smile just now. You now have him worried about this meeting.

He's been driving for about twenty minutes towards the outskirts of the city with you giving directions. The neighborhood seems decent enough. A bunch of smaller homes and it seems strangely quiet for the most part.

"This one here. With the iron fence." Quickly pointing at the house a few yards down.

He pulls into a blacktop driveway beside a white brick bungalow. Getting out of the truck he's hit with a variety of strong smells. Vegetables and flowers but the most noticeable one is Orc.

Making your way around the truck, you grab his hand firmly and lead the way.

"Are you feeling okay? You keep biting your lips." Asking he knows the answer. You're not and it's worrisome. Nervousness and fear keep wafting off of you, getting stronger with every step.

"Just a little nervous." Shrugging you try not to give away how terrified you actually are.

"You're nervous?"

"Well, you're the first person I've brought home." Fidgeting you quickly push the doorbell.

“Brought home?” Confused, he couldn't have heard you right.

The door swings open before you can answer him. An old orc woman answers. Excitement covers her face.

"Y/N! My darling daughter, it's so good to see you." She's loud and excited. He's never smelt such happiness from an orc about a human.

"You saw me a few days ago." Smiling, you give her a quick hug.

"So? If I had it my way you wouldn't be able to leave the house." Teasing she pinches your cheeks.

"Mam!" Embarrassed, you shoo her hand away.

"Oh hush. I don't want any sass from you. Your sister has enough of it. Now who is this?"

"Mam this is Ronnie. He's the one I talked to you about. Ronnie, this is my mother Dura." You calmly gesture between the two.

It doesn't go unnoticed that you introduced her as your mother and the happy gasp that came from her. She knows you're not very public with telling people who they are.

"Come in! Come in! Lunch is almost ready. Your father is setting the table now." Grinning Dura nods inside.

Holding Ronnie's hand tightly you head to the dining room. Pausing slightly you see him finish setting the table.

"Pap this is Ronnie. Ronnie, this is my father Tog."

He instantly recognizes the old orc you call father. He was working that day, he caused a scene.

He's stunned. The ones you call mother and father are orcs. In a moment time feels frozen but moving at hyper speed. The realization hits him hard. You have brought him to meet your parents. That's a serious commitment step especially in Orc culture. You're basically presenting him to the chieftain; the leader; your father that he is your chosen mate.

"Y/N, come help." Dura asks from the kitchen.

"Coming!" Giving Ronnie a smile you quickly pat his arm before disappearing into the next room.

"When we are together as a family for meals. We speak in our mother tongue. It helps keep the language alive." Tog explains in Bodzvokhan, with a stern face gesturing for Ronnie to take a seat.

"It’s so that we don't forget how to speak it." You lean over to whisper as you put some food on the table.

"Charlie speaks it too?" Surprised that thought never occurred to him.

"Yeah and so does Olivia but she's still learning." Trying not to smile at Ronnie's confused face you sit down beside him.

"How did you two meet?" Dura questions, passing bowls of food around. Not giving Ronnie a chance to process anything.

"Ah um at a Fogteeth block party." You don't necessarily know how to explain it.

"Y/N! Since when do you party?" Shocked, Dura's disbelief is evident.

"Because your daughter signed me up for a fight club. So they all know me now." Huffy you make it known what her sassy daughter has been up to.

"Y/N! What have I said about fighting?" Frowning, Dura tsk's you.

"To knock them out in one punch." You pretend to punch someone.

"Dura's father was a boxer. That's how we met. I worked as an errand boy when I was a child at the gym where her father trained." Tog interjects.

Now it clicks in his mind about why you can fight. My God you're from a family of Orc boxers.

"Could be worse, you forget that Charlie and Olivia met at a strip club." Sighing the way you and Ronnie met wasn't entirely a bad way, just very unconventional.

"Why do I believe that?" Ronnie laughs.

“They were both waitresses. Cause Charlie can't dance and Olivia is accident prone.”

The rest of the lunch visit goes well. No red flags popped up. And watching Ronnie interact with them is nice. It's not often you or Charlie bring someone here. Only after two years of dating was Olivia introduced and Ryan was only after graduation.

Gathering the leftovers for Charlie and Olivia. You see Pap and Ronnie walk outside.

"Y/N."

"Yes Mam?" Turning you see how worried she is.

"Are you sure? This will affect your reputation." Dura nods at him.

"I know Mam."

"As long as you're sure. I worry about you the most." Sighing she knows that once you've decided something, that's all that matters.

"I know."

Cupping your face with both hands, she gives you a soft forehead kiss.

Waiting on the porch Tog finds now is the time to personally talk to Ronnie

Outside he can feel and smell the anger and suspicion from Tog. The air seems to be electrified.

"I say this once. Harm Y/N in any way and you will not get off so easily as before. I am from the old country. I know how to get things done."

Astonished he never thought he would be threatened like this. But it doesn't come as a complete surprise since he has been a jerk before because of stupidity.

"I don't plan on that happening again."

“Good. She's the most stubborn and sensitive of two. As you are well aware by now.”

Back at your apartment you quickly set the food on the counter and properly face Ronnie. You could tell he was thinking about stuff from how silent in the truck he was.

"Sorry I sprung this on you like this. I didn't know exactly how to say ‘come meet my parents who happen to be Orcs’.” Apologizing, you don't want him to be mad about today.

"Daughter?" Questioning he tugs on the shirt of your dress.

"Yeah. Basically adopted us. Me first, then when I said I had a sister they were ecstatic."

"They're never letting you go." He gently grabs your hand intertwining the fingers.

"Good cause I'm not letting them go." Smiling, you know it's the truth. If anything were to happen to them. You'd probably go crazy. "The first few years I lived here were harsh. I survived on my savings and their generosity. At one point I was living with them. After scrimping and saving. I had enough money to buy a decent house or a really good apartment. But then Pap lost his job at the factory. So in secret I bought that house for them. With the money I had left over, my sister moved in with me into an apartment."

Besides the fact that you were only eighteen when you moved here with everything you owned stuffed into your car. Thinking you were a badass with no definite plan. You skipped graduation as payback for your parents kicking you out on your eighteenth birthday and living with a friend for the last four months. That they took pity on your stupid self. Working two jobs and going to school full time. You had lost all control of time and self preservation. They made it their mission to make sure someone was taking care of you since you dropped the ball on it. Before deciding that it would be best if you were to move in, to pool resources. And them giving you courage to fully do what you want with support.

"What do their children think of this?"

"Their son Mek died as a child and never had any more." Shaking your head sadly. "Charlie and I joke that Mek is our guardian angel."

Smelling the sadness he changes the topic.

"So how is it with work then?" That's always been a question burning in his head. He's never heard of an orc to have an actual decent job.

"Manny is my full time assistant. Pap works as my part time assistant."

"How do you have orcs as assistants?" There's no way you have that many Orcs actually working with you.

"The loophole is that I'm allowed to have two assistants of my choosing. They have to pass a background check and be personally trained by me." Giggling you boop his nose at your secret.

"Damn. That's a good loophole."

"Manny already knows us, he used to work at the same factory. So why not? I choose my father and a family friend that acts like my big brother." You start to fidget with his buttons.

"You've never said your parents are orcs. Why?" Taking a risk, the question makes you ooze out sadness and loneliness.

"Granted they've probably already had their share of hate. It throws everyone off at first but they taught me how real parents should act. I love them so much I just want to freeze time and wrap them up in bubble wrap." Sighing there's just an unexplainable love for Dura and Tog. "I don't want anything to happen to them. And just shouting to the world that my parents are Orcs will cause unnecessary hate."

Pausing he lets everything sink in. Everything he knows and what he found out today. “Sprinkles, you are the most complicated person I have ever met. With an immensely kind heart."

"Thanks." A defeated chuckle escapes. "Besides, you have no idea how restricted and complicated the adoption process is. But to adopt from another race is nearly impossible. The only successful cases were those involving half breeds but then they were only allowed to be adopted by whatever races they were a part of."

"How do you know this?"

"When I was nineteen I wanted them to adopt me. So I went and got the paperwork and researched everything. But I wasn't able to do anything about it, besides this country doesn't recognize adult adoption as being legal."

"That's bullshit!" Scoffing that's ridiculous.

"I know!"

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