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woven bonds pt 2

this was very requested so here we are!!

You've been sold to an orc by your father, and after shutting yourself in for a few weeks, youve finally started to come to enjoy your new husbands company

warnings/tags- bedrotting, arranged marrige but pertah loves you so thats nice, pert'ah speaks with semi-broken english

word count- 1167

The days that followed were filled with silence, but it was a different kind of silence. No longer filled with the heavy weight of anger or hopelessness, it was instead filled with uncertainty. Pert'ah continued his routine—bringing you food, speaking to you in soft tones, always giving you space while he worked outside or wove intricate tapestries by the hearth. He never pushed, never demanded anything from you.

Yet, you felt a change inside yourself.

It was small at first. One morning, after he had left a bowl of fruit by your bedside, you reached out and took a piece, biting into it with a sense of resignation. It was sweeter than you had expected, and you found yourself eating more. That night, you ate a bit of the stew he left. It wasn’t the same as the dishes from your old home, but it was warm, hearty, and made with care.

Pert'ah noticed. You could see the relief in his eyes when he glanced at the empty bowl later that day. He didn’t say anything, but the gentle way his lips turned upward spoke volumes. 

As days passed, you started to leave the bed for longer periods. You’d sit by the window and watch him work outside. Pert'ah would spend hours weaving, his large hands surprisingly nimble as they guided the threads into beautiful patterns. Sometimes, he would carve small figures out of wood or clay, his concentration deep as he brought the raw materials to life. The more you watched him, the more you saw the softness behind his hardened exterior. There was an artistry to everything he did, a careful thoughtfulness.

Slowly, you began to speak to him.

It wasn’t much at first—a word here, a question there—but Pert'ah’s eyes lit up each time you addressed him. His responses were always careful, his voice soft and unsure as if he feared saying the wrong thing and scaring you away.

One evening, you found yourself standing outside the hut, watching him work on a large tapestry. The orange light from the setting sun filtered through the trees, casting warm shadows over his figure. He glanced up when he noticed you, his brow furrowing slightly as if he couldn’t believe you were there.

"I… I work on this for winter," he said, standing up slowly, dusting off his hands. "Keep us warm."

You nodded, stepping closer. The tapestry was beautiful, its rich colors weaving together in patterns of leaves and flowers. It was unlike anything you had ever seen, a testament to his skill.

"It’s… it’s beautiful," you said softly, your voice quiet but sincere.

Pert'ah’s eyes widened slightly. He looked at you as though you had given him the greatest compliment in the world. His lips parted, but he didn’t speak right away. Instead, he took a step toward you, his large hand tentatively reaching out as though he wanted to touch your arm, but he hesitated.

"You think so?" he asked, his voice low, almost shy. "I… I make it for you. For us."

You felt something in your chest stir at his words, a warmth that was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. Pert'ah had been nothing but kind to you, patient in a way you had never expected from an orc. And now, as you stood in the golden light of dusk, watching him look at you with such raw vulnerability, you realized you were no longer as angry as you once were.

In the days that followed, you found yourself drawn to him more and more. Pert'ah would tell you stories of his clan, how he had been raised as a weaver and how orc culture was not as warlike as humans believed. He would sit by the fire in the evenings, his deep voice filling the room as he spoke of the orcs’ long history of craftsmanship, of art, and of building rather than destroying.

And slowly, your barriers began to crumble.

One night, after dinner, you sat together in the hut, the fire crackling softly as you both shared a quiet moment. Pert'ah was working on another carving, his large fingers skillfully shaping the wood into something delicate. You watched him for a while, fascinated by the contrast between his size and the gentleness of his craft.

"Why… why do you make so many things?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Pert'ah paused, looking up at you with a small smile. "I make because I love it. It make world… more beautiful." His eyes softened as they met yours. "And now… I make for you."

The way he said it, so simple and yet so full of meaning, made your heart skip a beat. Pert'ah wasn’t just making things to fill the space. He was making them for you, offering pieces of himself in every woven thread and carved figure. 

Over time, Pert'ah became more than just the orc you had been forced to marry. He became the person you looked forward to seeing each day, the one who spoke to you with care and treated you with a tenderness that slowly melted away your fears.

Pert'ah, for his part, was falling deeper in love with you with each passing day. He adored every small smile you gave him, every word you spoke. It was as though you were the center of his world now, and he wanted nothing more than to make you happy. He would wake up early to prepare your meals, always trying new dishes to see which ones you liked. He would carve small figures for you, weaving your favorite flowers into tapestries.

His love grew more intense, almost obsessive, but never in a way that felt suffocating. He watched you with reverence, always making sure to give you the space you needed, but it was clear in his eyes—Pert'ah was head over heels in love. You had become his muse, his heart, and every moment with you only deepened his feelings.

One night, as you sat together by the fire, Pert'ah spoke softly, his voice filled with emotion.

"[Name]… I never think I can feel like this. You make my heart… full." He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. "I love you. I love you more than anything. I do anything for you. Alway.."

Your breath caught in your throat at his confession. You could feel the depth of his feelings, the way his eyes searched yours for any sign of rejection or acceptance.For the first time, you didn’t shy away. Instead, you reached out, placing your hand gently on his. His skin was warm, rough but comforting beneath your touch.

"I don’t know if I’m ready to say that yet," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "But… I do care about you, Pert'ah."

His face lit up with a smile so wide it made your heart flutter. "That enough for me. I wait for you..alway.."

And for the first time since your marriage, you smiled back.

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For your orc of x reader, what if you did a part where reader is sick and Pert'ah is just slightly panicking and doesn't full know what to do with her? I just spam read that entire series!

Pertah x sick reader

warnings/ tags- reader has flu, reader and pertah have a official relationship now!

Word count- 1105 words

The morning started like any other. Pert’ah had woken early, tending to the hearth fire and preparing breakfast before quietly leaving to collect new weaving supplies from the market. When he returned, however, the air in the house felt… wrong. The comforting warmth seemed heavier, and the usually subtle scent of herbs and wood smoke was overwhelmed by something sharper—sickness.

Pert’ah’s golden eyes immediately landed on you. You were still curled up in the bed you now shared, your form tangled in blankets. Normally, you would have been awake by now, teasing him or helping with his projects. But today, you hadn’t even stirred.

“Little one?” Pert’ah’s deep, gravelly voice was unusually soft as he approached. He crouched by the bed, his brow furrowing as he took in your flushed face and sweat-dampened hair.

You cracked one eye open, your gaze glassy and unfocused. “Pert’ah?” you croaked, your voice hoarse and weak.

His heart lurched. You looked so small, so fragile. The sight of you like this sent a ripple of unease through him. “You are sick?” he asked, his hand hesitating before brushing the back of your forehead with surprising tenderness.

The heat radiating off your skin made him flinch. “Hot,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “Too hot.”

You groaned softly, your head turning into the pillow. “Just a cold… or flu…”

Pert’ah frowned, unfamiliar with the words. Orcs rarely fell ill, and even when they did, they usually healed quickly with a concoction of herbal remedies. But you were human, and Pert’ah wasn’t sure what your body needed—or if your sickness was serious.

He sat back on his heels, his tail flicking nervously behind him. “What do I do?” he muttered under his breath, a note of panic creeping into his voice.

“I’ll… I’ll be fine,” you murmured, though your words were barely audible.

Pert’ah didn’t believe you for a second. He wasn’t about to sit idly by when you looked so miserable. Standing abruptly, he began pacing the room, his mind racing.

“Water,” he decided out loud, nodding to himself. “She needs water.”

He filled a pint mug and brought it to your bedside, gently lifting you so you could drink. His large hand cradled your head as you sipped weakly. When you tried to push the cup away, Pert’ah frowned.

“Not enough,” he insisted, though his voice was still gentle. “Drink more. You must stay strong.”

You gave him a weak glare, but the exhaustion in your body won out, and you obeyed. Once he was satisfied, Pert’ah set the cup aside and tucked you back into the blankets, making sure they were snug but not stifling.

He hovered for a moment, unsure what to do next. You needed something else, but what? His clan’s healer? A stronger fire? A remedy?

“Stay here,” he said, as if you had the energy to go anywhere. “I will find help.”

Before you could protest, Pert’ah was already out the door, his strides purposeful despite the turmoil in his chest. He headed straight for the elder healer, a woman with years of experience tending to the clan’s ailments. She looked up from her herbs when Pert’ah barged in, his normally calm demeanor replaced by urgency.

“My mate is sick,” he blurted, his words tumbling over each other. “She is human. She is… hot. Weak. I do not know what to do.”

The healer raised an eyebrow at him, her calm demeanor contrasting sharply with his agitation. “Humans often fall ill,” she said, gathering a small pouch of herbs. “Flu, as you called it, is common. These will help bring her fever down.”

Pert’ah accepted the pouch with both hands, bowing his head slightly. “Thank you. What else can I do?”

“Keep her cool,” the healer advised. “Make sure she drinks plenty of water and rests. She will recover.”

When Pert’ah returned, he found you half-asleep, your body too exhausted to even lift your head. He felt a pang of guilt as he crouched beside you again, placing a cool, damp cloth on your forehead.

“I am here,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I will take care of you.”

He carefully brewed the herbs into a tea, his hands steady despite the worry etched into his features. Once it was ready, he brought it to you, sitting on the edge of the bed to help you drink.

“It tastes awful,” you mumbled after the first sip, your nose scrunching up.

Pert’ah chuckled softly, the sound a rare comfort. “Good medicine often does,” he replied, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “But it will help. Drink more.”

You complied, though you made a face with every sip. Pert’ah’s hand never left your back, his touch warm and reassuring.

As the day wore on, Pert’ah refused to leave your side. He kept the fire at just the right level, not too hot, and brought you more water and herbal tea every hour. Whenever you shifted uncomfortably, he adjusted the blankets or placed the cool cloth back on your forehead.

At one point, you woke to find him pacing again, his tail swishing anxiously. “Pert’ah,” you rasped, your voice a little stronger now.

He stopped immediately, turning to you with wide, worried eyes. “What do you need?” he asked, crouching by your side once more.

You smiled weakly, reaching out to touch his arm. “You’re doing great,” you murmured.

Pert’ah blinked, his expression softening. “You are strong,” he said, as if the words were a vow. “You will get better.”

By the next morning, your fever had started to break. You still felt weak, but the ache in your body had lessened, and the world didn’t feel quite as hazy. Pert’ah, however, looked like he hadn’t slept a wink.

“You need rest too,” you said softly as he handed you another cup of water.

Pert’ah shook his head. “Not until you are well,” he replied firmly.

You smiled at his stubbornness, your heart swelling with affection. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He sat beside you, his hand covering yours. “You are my mate,” he said simply, as if that explained everything. “It is my duty to care for you. Always.”

And in that moment, you knew you were in the best hands.

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Can you write a about Smoke x fem. Reader, where the reader would watch Smoke train from a distance and is caught by Kuai Liang who hints to Tomas about it, so one day while the reader is training, she gets interrupted by Smoke who offers to train her privately mainly to get much closer to her?

Tomas Vrbada x F!Reader

A/N: i hope i did well considering I’m slowly coming back into creating again. Don’t worry, i promise I’m getting better day by day😁

HAPPY VERY LATE NEW YEARS!

Reader || Tomas || Kuai Liang || Harumi

Time went slowly at the Shirai Ryu, at least, it felt that way. Was it because of all the people here? Was it because of how hard you trained yourself? Honestly, it could’ve been both.

“Alright! I’ll see you two weirdos later.” You heard Johnny Cage say behind you as he walked out to follow Kenshi around

“See ya Johnny!”

“Don’t do anything stupid out there Cage.”

You turned to look behind you, noticing both Tomas and Kuai Liang waving Johnny a goodbye as Kenshi started to run away from the actor.

“Y/n! Care to join us?” Raiden called out

“Sorry Raiden I have plans with Harumi!”

“Oh a girls night I see!”

Some time later…

“Y/n you should just tell him.” Harumi teased

“Absolutely not! Do you know what will happen when he finds out?!”

“Oh come on Y/n he’s a sweetheart you’ve known him for so long already. Kuai sees it.”

“You did not just pull the ‘older brother always knows’ card on me.” You answered rolling your eyes before leaning to rest your head on the arm of the giant couch you sat on

“I’m serious! Aside from Kuai, you know Tomas the best.”

“I already have a feeling he doesn’t feel the same and is just using me as a crutch to make himself feel better cause Bi Han left.”

Harumi frowned, seeing you genuinely want to tell Tomas, even if you couldn’t see it. Tomas didn’t have anyone else aside from Kuai, he just had you. You, who, in his eyes, was the perfect person to be around. Harumi knew how you felt, and she knew it was time to tell him… even if you didn’t want to out of fear of rejection. She knew he’d never reject you.

“You know that’s not true Y/n. He’s always cared about you long before that. Besides… I know about you sneaking around to watch him train.”

“How?! I was so sure nobody knew!”

“You forget I’m married to a man who knows everything going on here.”

“Oh… right. Wait are you telling me Kuai Liang caught me once?”

“I wouldn’t say once. Besides, he’s going to tell you to just tell Tomas anyways. You don’t want him being matchmaker I can promise you that. He’s not gonna stop till one of you says it first.”

Meanwhile…

“Brother. Can we talk about something?” Kuai asked Tomas

“Of course. Whatever you need.”

Kuai sat down on the small wooden steps that lead into the training room. Both him and Tomas sat at the edge of the top wooden plank, just sitting in silence.

“You know I can see it right?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“For a man who’s a ninja, you are the worst at keeping things like feelings to yourself.”

“It was one time! Surely you can let that go can’t you?”

“You literally said ‘she’s cute when she smiles’ right in front of almost all of us!”

“You are a pain in the ass brother.”

Even more meanwhile’s…

You got up from your spot across from Harumi, excusing yourself as you noticed Raiden and Kung Lao seeming to be looking for either you or Harumi.

“Hello boys. How may I be of assistance?” Harumi asked as you snuck behind the folding wall as the boys came walking into the room

Before you could hear either man make a sound, you jumped over the short marble railing that lined the hallway, throwing yourself into a bush. The branches poked at your arms and legs, your head just peeking over the top of the hedge. It was quiet, normally Kuai Liang would return by now or Tomas would come and check on Harumi. It was time to get to training. You stood up, dusting off your knees before you looked around for the best way to get somewhere. So, you slowly walked down the stone path alongside the giant wall to your right. It took longer than expected, but you had started all the way from the back of the Shirai Ryu making your way to the front where you knew it was private to train by yourself. However, there was a chance somebody could find you anyways.

Meanwhile…

“I’m sure you’ll find her. I think she-“

“She’s right there!”

Tomas pulled Kuai as he hid behind a wall, slamming Kuai into it with one hand to make sure you didn’t see him.

“What was that for?”

“Shhhhh. She didn’t see us.”

Tomas turned his head, just peeking around the corner as his back pressed firm against the wall behind him, his eyes locking on you as you sat on the bamboo mat meditating, your hair drifting with the cold breeze that blew around you.

“Go say something.”

“Are you dumb? It’s not like I can go up and say ‘I like you’ to her. She’s… she’s special to me, to us.”

Kuai put a hand on Tomas’ shoulder, smiling at his little brother with pride. Finally, the littlest brother had finally come out of his shell.

“I know how much she’s meant to our family, how much she means to you. She’s been beside you for so many years Tomas, just tell her how you feel.”

“You make it sound easy like-“

Kuai pushed Tomas into the open, your eyes snapping open as Tomas stood in front of you. His face slightly flushed, seeming to have tripped over himself to get to you.

“Oh! Hello Tomas what brings you here? Aren’t you and Kuai Liang supposed to be with Harumi?”

“About that I-“

“Is Harumi okay?”

“She’s fine!”

You could Tomas was holding something back from you, something he wanted to say to you. His eyes betrayed his demeanor, eyes bright like stars as he looked at you.

“Keep your guard up Y/n, it could be anything.”

“So~ I was wondering if you wanted to help me train- I mean- I…”

Tomas Vrbada, the gentle yet powerful brother of the three Lin Kuei children, the one who always knew what to say or do in certain situations, was now stuttering and confused in front of you.

“Are you okay Tomas?”

“Oh yeah I’m fine I just” he paused, seeming to think about what to say next .“I just was wondering if you needed- I mean wanted! Wanted to help me with something?”

You crossed your arms, titling your head to the side like a confused puppy, Tomas’ behavior was out of the ordinary.

“I was wondering, because Kuai Liang told me, that you’ve been watching us and-“

“I’d love to help you Tomas.”

He smiled, silver eyes flashed with pride and joy as he looked into your own eyes for a moment, his heart beating a million miles an hour.

“Come on, show me what it is!” You shouted as you ran past him, grabbing his hand and pulled him along with you

“Last one there owes the other a noodle bowl tonight.”

“You’re on!”

The end!!

A/n: hope you all enjoyed I just got back from vacation as I write this!!! I hope 2025 is the year I go crazy with inspirations and I’ll do better for everyone who requests from me!! Thanks y’all!

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