Soooo, since I didn’t get around writing more of Gann and Evelyn, I’ll just post what I already have. It’s not very long but it’s something, and I don’t want to keep you precious poeple waiting 😘 It’s still SFW for now.
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Gann looked behind him at the elder’s question and his eyes met
Evelyn’s. She wondered that they spoke the common language instead
of orcish.
“She served lord Archer, but I didn’t like the conditions she
was living in. They didn’t treat her right.” he said,
straightening his back.
The old woman eyed him for a second, and then stood up,
approaching him. She was only a little smaller than Gann, and at
least a head taller than Evelyn. She patted his shoulder and passed
him, stepping in front of Evelyn. Her nostrils flared for a second as
she mustered the woman, and she nodded slowly.
“I see. Welcome to our stronghold.” she said, and Evelyn saw
something close to amusement in her eyes. Confused, she curtsied
before her.
“Thank you.” she managed to say.
After Gann led her out of the house, she followed him back to the
cart, where he gathered his belongings, and then through the village.
It turned out there were more races living there, not just orcs. She
saw an elvish woman, and at least a couple of dwarves. She wondered
what kind of stronghold it was. Not that she was an expert on orcish
communities but she still found it interesting.
Suddenly, Gann came to a stop in front of a house. It was a stone
cottage, set on a little hill, a bit further from the other houses,
with a wooden door and windows on the side.
“This is where I live.” he said. “And where you’d be
staying.” he looked back at her, and she tried not to look shocked.
She was to share this cottage with him?
The way he paraded in front of her in the manor, undressed, gave
her a hint that orcs might have different sense of propriety but she
wasn’t expecting this. She thought she might be put into a house
with other women, or whatever else.
Well, it was a little late to complain or protest, and she
certainly wasn’t in any position to make demands, so she just
swallowed and nodded.
My lovelies, I haven’t posted anything in a while and this piece is geting so long I’ll just split it in two parts. The work with the alien boyfriend is also almost ready and another orc boyfriend is on the way , so have patience 🙂 ❤️
Warning: abuse (only at the beginning)
(I may have a thing for orcs and their cottages in the mountains and scenting…)
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“And now get out!” shouted lady
Fiona from her chair.
Evelyn bowed and turned towards the
door. She shut it behind her and first then she touched her burning
cheek where lady Fiona has struck her. Luckily, it was only a slap
this time. Probably because she didn’t have her whip at her side at
this moment, Evelyn thought.
She went downstairs to the kitchen,
where Sybil, the old cook, eyed her reddened face and her lips formed
a thin line. Her eyes seemed to say ‘I told you so’, but Evelyn
only looked down and put on an apron, to help with the preparation
for dinner. His lord Edward Archer expected guest this evening, and
everyone was in a frenzy, cleaning, cooking, polishing silver and
airing out the guest bed chambers. Evelyn didn’t know who was
coming, only that the guests were important to the lord’s business.
While chopping herbs for the stuffing,
she thought about this morning, about what she did that had earned
her a slap. The two children at the kitchen door, begging for some
food. She couldn’t tell their age, but even though they looked no
more than 6, she knew they might’ve been older, but years of lack
of food and hard work slowed their growth. She saw it often in the
village.
Evelyn gave them some rests from the
kitchen, food that would’ve otherwise land in the swine bucket the
next day. She thought nobody saw her, but she was wrong. Word got to
her ladyship and she was called to her chamber to explain why she
wasted food her lord has paid for, or worse, gave it away for free.
No explanation would be good enough. Lady Fiona always waited for a
good reason to raise her hand to the servants. Hand, or whip, or
whatever she found on the table that would leave a good mark,
depending on her mood. Today she didn’t have time to thoroughly
punish Evelyn. She had to prepare herself for the evening, and Evelyn
was spared another bruise or maybe even a scar.
This is another one of my rather old fics which I modified so that it features an orc! Enjoy!
There’s also gonna be a different story with another oc from this one – Magnus is going to be in one of the stories on my writing list!
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It wasn’t how he had imagined his saturday evening would end. Halvar sat on his bed, his back pressed against the wall and he tried to remember exactly how Y/N sounded like in the dream he just woken up from, while putting more pressure on his cock as he jerked off. He was alone at home, and fell asleep while reading earlier, after Y/N and Magnus went to a party.
Since Magnus introduced her as their new roommate five months ago, Halvar couldn’t shake her off his thoughts. She was smart, funny, polite and cute on top of everything. He couldn’t help counting her eye lashes when the three of them sat in the kitchen and chatted, or noticing the tiny heart-shaped tattoo on her hip that he spotted when she reached to a high shelf and her shirt drove up. Oh how he wanted to put his mouth on that little heart and feel her warm skin, taste it.
(author’s note: this story works so much better in present tense that i’m changing it going forward. maybe i’ll go back and edit part 1. maybe i won’t.)
Lily gets home from work around six PM. You’re already in your pajamas, sitting cross-legged in the living room with a bowl of pasta in your lap and your computer perched on the coffee table. She flounces into the room even before she’s taken her coat off and sits down hard on the other end of your ancient couch, nearly spilling you onto the floor.
“So, Y/N,” she says, stretching out the last syllable of your name into a rising note as if you were back in grade school. “An orc, huh? Tell me tell me!”
You shrug. Lily is doing her “messy bitch who lives for drama” voice, which normally you love, but tonight you’re not feeling it. “He was just an orc, Lily,” you say. “He was totally polite. He just came in and fixed the socket.”
Lily pouts. Clearly, this isn’t the answer she wanted. “Come on, that’s no fun. Did he smell? Did he speak english or just grunt?”
“His english was fine!” you say, affronted on his behalf. “And he smelled… I dunno, like a working guy. Sweat and grease and stuff. Like a plumber.”
Lily watches your face carefully for a moment and then shrugs. “That’s wild, man,” she says. “An orc in our building. Did he have clan tattoos? Did he carry his axe?”
“I don’t think the handyman’s allowed to carry an axe around, idiot,” you say. “And he didn’t have any tattoos that I could see. He looked very clean cut. For an orc.” You wonder why you added that last bit. Kolosh had looked clean-cut by any standard.
“Whatever,” Lily says. “Hey, next time something breaks, I’ll stay home. I wanna see an orc. There’s one who works as a janitor in my building, but she never talks to anyone. Just wears this wide-brimmed hat all the time and looks down if she sees you watching her.”
You know Lily means well, but there’s a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach all the same. You remember the way Kolosh held your paper bear, the delicate way his thick fingers cradled it. You shove the image out of your mind and pulled up a show on Netflix.
Over the next week, every time you leave your building for work you look around for Kolosh. You tell yourself that’s not what you’re doing– but every time the elevator dings and you step out into the lobby, your head swivels around. Every time a hulking silhouette crosses your vision, you squint at it to make sure it’s not him. There are a lot of orcs around, you notice. Way more than you thought. Sweeping floors, selling newspapers, picking up garbage, working at construction sites. The clattering streetcar you ride to and from work is driven by an orc, his gravelly hollar calling out each new stop.
Of course, there are no orcs at your job. Your office is really just a cube farm, but it’s on the 29th floor, and you have to show your badge to the building doorman to get in. There are a couple of elves on your floor, and even a quartet of pixies (their miniaturized workspaces all fit into a single cubicle), but you know that no orc in the city works in an office like this one.
Gradually, he slips from your mind. Work is picking up, and you spend most of your days off getting to know people. Lily introduces you to some of her friends from college. Zollo the dwarf carries around a vape pen and blows the best smoke rings you’ve ever seen, and Lily’s old roommate Maggie breathlessly informs you all that she’s dating a satyr. “My parents are total hippies,” she assures your group over drinks. “They wouldn’t care if I had foals.”
Maybe it’s just the wine, but you think that’s hilarious. You laugh until you think you’re going to throw up.
You don’t, though. Not until you get home. There, leaning on Lily in the lobby, you barf like a champion. Great stringy clots of vomit splatter across the clean tile floor. For once, you’re lucky– nobody’s sitting at the security desk to witness your misfortune. You groan woozily and slouch against the wall, wiping your mouth on the back of your sleeve. Lily tugs urgently at you. “C’mon, Y/N,” she hisses. “Let’s get out of here before someone notices.” Her finger stabs at the elevator call button over and over, as though that would make it come faster. She hustles you upstairs and tucks you into bed, making sure to roll you onto your side.
You wake up hours later. You’re not sure what time it is– the sounds of the city outside are muted, but never truly silent. You’re still in your clothes and still a little drunk; you grope for your phone, to check the time, and realize you don’t have it. You panic briefly. Your phone! Did you leave it at the bar? No… a fragmentary memory bubbles up. You try to focus on it. You were checking your texts in the lobby, right before you blew chunks. You grimace with embarrassment and pad as quietly as you can to the door. Your phone’s probably still down there.
The elevator is quiet and empty and a little cold at this time of night. You huddle up with your arms pulled around yourself. The little L button lights up and the doors swish open, and you step out into the lobby. Everything’s dark and still at this time of night; the front doors are locked, and the night watchman is sitting at his desk. He recognizes you and gives you a little nod. You’re shivering now, wishing you had put on a coat, but you nod back. You’re about to ask him if he’s seen a phone when movement flickers in the corner of your eye.
You turn, and there’s Kolosh. He’s wearing the same outfit as the last time you saw him, the heavy boots, the chambray work shirt. This time he’s accessorized with a mop, which he’s drawing back and forth across…
Your puddle.
Whoops.
As if feeling your eyes on him, he looks up. In that instant, you wonder if he can tell that you’re the one that puked on his floor. You’re the one that made extra work for him. You probably dragged him out of bed. Guilt and shame are vying for your attention, and it’s a photo finish. You slink away to the front desk and ask the security guard under your breath if anyone found a phone. He reaches down and produces it with a wry grin. For a wonder, the screen’s not cracked.
You look back at Kolosh, but he’s focused on his work now. He methodically drags the head of the mop back and forth. With a last shudder, you run for the elevators and the safety of your bed.
The next morning you’re hungover and your mouth feels like it’s stuffed with cotton balls. As you pull on fresh clothes you consider that this is probably a just punishment for what you did to poor Kolosh. He may be an orc, but he probably doesn’t enjoy cleaning up vomit any more than you would. The thought won’t leave your head all day, and after a couple of hours of miserable and frustrating distraction at your work desk, you decide to do something about it.
You briefly consider hitting an ATM on the way back from work, but the idea of just handing him some money feels so… so… well, it’s what your mom would do. Offering to buy him dinner seems inappropriate. Luckily, you have a third alternative.
You start as soon as you get home, selecting a delicate sheet of washi, light blue with a faint red chrysanthemum pattern. Your fingers move quickly. You’ve done this pattern before, a few times, but never on the first try, and never this smoothly. It takes shape before your eyes, a poem in folded paper: a horse, a leaping stallion, caught in the moment of motion. The lines are simple and abstract, yet the figure in your hands seems ready to sprint away across the bed. There’s a sense of power captured and coiled. You lay it down on your desk and only then do you realize you’re holding your breath. Your exhalation makes the horse tremble and for a moment it looks alive. Then it’s just paper again, and you set your expression. Now for the hard part.
You’ve never been to the basement before, but it’s not locked. There’s laundry machines down here, you remember, for those not lucky enough to have hookups in their apartment. There are other doors, too, lysol-smelling closets and clanking machine rooms. You’re about to give up and climb the stairs back to the lobby when you see him.
There’s a door hanging open, and he’s kneeling on the other side in front of a boiler. You knock gently on the open door and he looks up. His expression changes from annoyance to caution in a second. “Can I help you?” he asks. “You’re… Y/N, right? With the broken socket?”
Your heart skips a beat. He remembers your name! You swallow, and extend your arm, the horse perched on your palm.
“Um. I made you. Something. A present. Um. Because I’m sorry. Um. The mess. In the lobby. I’m sorry. Um. About that.”
His face creases into an expression of confusion as he tries to parse your scrambled sentence. You put the horse down gently in between the two of you and back away. “Sorry,” you say. “Sorry.” Whether you’re apologizing for throwing up for or for the word salad you just dropped all over him, you aren’t sure.
“Wait!” he says. But it’s too late. You retreat for the safety of the stairs. A couple minutes later you’re back in your apartment, but it’s a long time before your heart rate returns to normal.
You’ll probably never get used to the sound of orc cries after a
won battle. Every time after their victory, a group of orc warriors
would come to the tavern to celebrate, while whooping and giving out
long roars filled with joy. You felt he sound echoing deep in your
chest as you walked pass them, carrying a tray with beer mugs
to the next table.
You worked at the tavern since a few years, earning good coin from
the regular patrons, often very drunk ones. It wasn’t unusual that
after a fat tip, you’d get offers from drunk man, who either wanted
to bed, or marry you, or just couldn’t stop staring at your
cleavage, exposed by the ridiculous dress you were required to wear
at work. You always rebuffed them and seen that they get home before
turning more insistent. You didn’t care much for them but you knew
other working girls sometimes didn’t mind disappearing in the back
with the more handsome patrons. But short, drunken squeezes behind a
curtain, between barrels of beer wasn’t what you were after, so
mostly you just answered their offers with a smile, while shaking
your head.
On that evening the orc horde who came in to celebrate was one of
the most regular ones around here. They were mercenary warriors, who
were often hired by nobility that were at war with someone. No one
who hired orcs for their armies, ever lost a battle. They were fierce
warriors, strong as four men in one, hard to kill, fast, skilled,
with weapons that could split the skull of a dragon.
One of the greatest of them was Gunnar. You knew he was in more
battles than others, judging by all the scars that covered his
muscular arms and shoulders you once saw bare after they stumbled
into the tavern right after battle, where he lost his armor, and by
the respect the other orcs showed him. He also had an impressive
amount of beads in his hair, that you once overheard were like
insignia for orcs. He wasn’t taller or broader that others in his
group, but he was more composed, stoic, at least when he was in the
village. While his companions celebrated and shouted, he only laughed
and drank, and never failed to leave some more coins for you at the
table when they left.
Next morning you awoke to the sound of rain hitting the roof of
the cottage. After getting up you noticed you were still wearing the
dress and you had to smile. Graal probably didn’t bring it over
himself to undress you.
Downstairs you found him cleaning up the cottage. He turned when
you greeted him.
“I was gone a while, have to clean the place up. Lots of spider
webs.” He placed down the broom. “Did you sleep well?” he asked
“Yes, your bed is very comfortable.” you answered with a smile
to which he only nodded and turned away, but not before you saw his
cheeks getting a bit darker. You wouldn’t have guessed that orcs
can blush.
“I’ll help you!” you said while grabbing the broom and
starting to sweep the floor. After a while, when you were both done,
you noticed that your dress was covered in dust and you tried to
sweep it down with your hands.
“You know, I was supposed to do the laundry anyway, I have a lot
of it after the quest, so you can give me your clothes too. There is
a small room in the back with a tub, so you can…you know, take a
bath as well if you want. I’ll heat up the water.”
“I’d love to, thanks. But… what should I wear while my
clothes dry?” you asked him and he got nervous for a bit.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll give you something of mine.”
He carried the water from the well and washed the laundry while
you were in the bath. Later, when you emerged in one of his longer
shirts, that reached almost to your knees, he was hanging up the wet
things to dry near the hearth. He turned around and wanted to say
something but when he saw you, he fell silent. At first you didn’t
know what was wrong, but then he rushed past you, saying something
about his turn to clean himself up, and then he was gone in the back
room.
Obviously you made quite an indecent sight and you smiled at how
shy he was.
You felt your stomach rumble and decided it was your turn to cook
something, especially since you both forgot breakfast in the heat of
cleaning up the place. You found some victuals and tried to make
something edible. It was quite a while since you cooked something.
You usually got some takeouts or frozen pizzas on your way back from
work. You hoped Graal won’t be disappointed by your cooking skills.
He came back after a while when you were nearly done, and sat down at
the table. You took the pot from the fire and filled two plates that
you carried over to him. He was quiet, giving you quick looks. His
hair was still wet and his braids were loose.
“It stopped raining.” you noticed. He nodded and said that
maybe tomorrow the weather will be better.
“We’ll go to Akmar tomorrow.” he said not looking at you,
and you wondered if he wanted to send you back as quickly as
possible. Maybe it was inconvenient for him to have you there. He was
probably used to living alone and now you took his bed, paraded in
his house in a shirt and your food probably tasted horrible to him.
So you only nodded and continued eating.
Later, sitting on the furs, you tried to braid your hair the way
Belanor did it before, but you were not really successful.
“I could try to do it, if you’d like.” you heard Graal
saying.
“I would appreciate it. I never braid my hair like that, only
wear it loose or in a pony tail.” you admitted.
He sat behind you on the furs. He was very delicate when he
gathered your hair in his hands and you found it pleasant how he
brushed his fingers through it. You noticed he took much longer to
braid it than Belanor, but if it was because he was less skilled and
needed more time, or… he intentionally made it last longer, you
couldn’t say. Then, suddenly, you felt his finger drawing out
the edge of your ear and it made you hold your breath.
“I never saw round ears before.” you heard him saying quietly.
“Like an otter.” You giggled and he apologized.
“No need to apologize.” you answered “Otters are cute.”
“Yes, they are…” he said, and you didn’t dare to think
that maybe he thought you cute as well. Silly thought.
“There, it’s done.” he said and got back up.
“Thank you.” You checked the braids with your hands and found
them perfect. So he knew how to do it well.
You spent the rest of the day talking. It was probably your last
day here, so you wanted to find out a bit more about him. He told you
about growing up in a stronghold with his parents, but then he moved
out to live by himself. You didn’t ask if he ever had someone, you
didn’t want to pry, even though you were really curious about it.
He also told you about going on quests from time to time, because it
was not only a way of making money, it also had its perks of seeing
new places and meeting new people. At that he took a quick glance at
you.
“Do you miss your home?” he asked suddenly and you had to
think for a second.
“Actually, no.” You realized. “My family lives far away from
me and we don’t really keep in contact anymore. My days are all
about working and coming home to sleep. Really, there is nothing I
miss about my world.”
He fumbled with his fingers, as if he was nervous, and then he
took a deep breath.
“You don’t have… anyone, back home? Beside family, or
friends, I mean. Like a sweetheart?”
That was new. Graal never asked you private questions, and never
anything about romantic relationships.
“No. I was on a couple of dates in last time that really
disappointed me. I never found anything in common with anyone.
There’s only me” you shrugged.
He was looking at you and there was something in his eyes that you
didn’t see before. You couldn’t decipher it but it was something
like… hope?
Nonsense. Not Graal. You were imagining things. But you couldn’t
deny the fact his demeanor changed a little. He got less reserved,
and after supper, when you were both washing the dishes in a big
bucket, his hand brushed against yours quite often, when you were
handing him the plates to dry. It made you feel lightheaded and
excited, but you brushed it off. Tomorrow you’ll be sent back and
you’ll never see him again.
This made you sad a little. You grew to like him.
The warmth of the fire dried the clothes and you pulled your
things down from the line. You wanted to give Graal back the dress he
bought for you but on second thought you decided to keep it. He
wouldn’t have much use of it anyway and the thought he could give
it to someone else, another woman, made your stomach feel funny. You
didn’t like the idea of it.
Before going to sleep, you approached Graal and placed a hand on
his arm.
“Graal, I wanted to thank you. You were very nice to me and who
knows what would happen to me if I was accidentally summoned by
someone else. That goblin from when I arrived here, he wanted me
dead, and I think if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have made it
in your world. So, thanks for your kindness, and for trying to help
me get back.”
He exhaled and covered your hand with his, which was much larger
and warmer.
“It was my pleasure. And you’re always welcome here.” He
smiled, but his eyes were sad. You didn’t want to imagine things,
that he didn’t really want you to go. He never mentioned anything
like it.
You gave him a smile back and went upstairs, but even after some
time, you couldn’t fall asleep. You were nervous, restless, you
kept turning, adjusting the covers but sleep didn’t came. Only
after hours you managed to drift away.
Even in your sleep you felt sad. You kept chasing something.
Someone. A big, hulking shadow that you couldn’t reach. Then you
felt someone gently caressing your cheek. The warmth of the hand
reminded you of someone and you leaned into the touch. You said a
name, whispered it, and the hand on your cheek stilled, and then
disappeared.
When birds outside started chirping you awoke and dressed. Asking
yourself if Graal was already up, you went downstairs to spend the
last hours with him, but you found the furs in front of the fireplace
empty. You looked around and then went outside to find Graal sitting
on the short wall surrounding his cottage and garden. He held a cup
of brew in his hand.
“Good morning.” you said and when he turned, you saw deep
shadows under his eyes. So it wasn’t only you who had troubles
sleeping.
“Morning.” he answered and lowered his head to stare at the
cup. “I’ll make us breakfast, and after that we can go. Akmar
lives about an hour from here.” His voice was hoarse.
You nodded and went back to the cottage. The unpleasant feeling in
your stomach from yesterday was back, only stronger. This was it, you
were about to leave. Graal came in and didn’t look at you, only
started preparing the food. You ate in silence and after he made sure
you had everything, he put on a cloak and you went out.
On the way to Akmar, you admired the views for the last time. You
kept looking at Graal too, waiting for him to say something, but he
was stubbornly silent. But you noticed he clenched his fists a lot,
something you haven’t seen him doing before.
When you reached Akmar’s house, Graal pounded on the door, and
after a moment it opened, revealing a very old man. He could be held
for a human, if not for the long pointy ears peaking out of his gray
hair.
“Ah, Graal, what brings you to me?” he smiled and invited you
both in.
He gave you an up and down look and his brows furrowed.
“I sense something odd about this one. Tell me child, who are
you?”
“Well, s-sir…” you felt silly but you didn’t know how to
address a mage. “I’m a human.” At this his eyes got big and he
needed a moment to speak.
“Now that is… very rare. We hadn’t had any humans here in
ages. How comes that you landed in our world?”
At that Graal took out the book he used to summon you and showed
it to Akmar.
“It was me. I got it from an evil mage that was defeated on the
last quest I took part in, and I performed this ritual. “ he
pointed at a page. “ Only something went wrong and she appeared.”
He still wasn’t looking at you, which made you sad and a little
angry to be honest.
Akmar hummed and read the page, then looked at Graal and at you.
“I don’t know what you could’ve done wrong with that one.
This is a ritual that brings what ones heart desires the most.”
You looked at him perplexed. You never before heard what was the
reason Graal tried out the magical book. His hearts desire? What was
that supposed to mean?
“Exactly.” Said Graal. “I was thinking I’ll get a mountain
of gold, or something like it.”
“Is that what you desire most? Gold?” Akmar looked up at Graal
who didn’t answer. “You should look a little deeper into your
heart, and find out what you really long for. Something that was in
the back of your mind but you didn’t allow yourself to think about,
maybe?” Graal was silent, but his eyes went in your direction, only
for him to snap his gaze back at Akmar, who huffed. “Silly,
stubborn boy!”
You stared at the old man and wondered if he wasn’t aware he was
speaking to a 7ft orc.
Grall grunted. “I also wanted to ask you if you know how to send
her back? She wants to go home.” At this the mage looked at you.
“You really do?” he asked.
Damn him, you thought. Asking questions you didn’t want to
answer. Not in front of them.
“Well, what else am I supposed to do?” Good, you didn’t
answer directly. It would be embarrassing to let Graal know that you
actually wanted…well, you had to admit it to yourself. For the
first time it crystallized in your mind. You wanted to stay. With
him. But he didn’t seem to have a similar wish, otherwise he
would’ve said something, right?
Akmar rolled his eyes. “You young people, you always wait for
others to help you out in these matters, don’t you?” He clapped
the book closed. “I’m keeping it, you shouldn’t play with
magic. And take her back home, don’t you see she’s not eager to
go back to her world?” he asked Graal, who looked at you with wide
eyes, and there it was again – hope.
“Y-you don’t want to go?” he asked in a hushed voice.
You gulped. Well, no point in pretending, the mage saw more than
others, apparently.
“I actually don’t, but I don’t want to be a burden or
anything.”
Graal exhaled loudly and you realized he was holding his breath.
“You wouldn’t… you’re not a burden.” he said. “Why
didn’t you say anything?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure what you would think about this. I wasn’t
sure what you think… of me.” you finished, looking at your feet.
You didn’t see his face but you saw him stepping closer. He put
a finger under your chin and lifted your head. That’s when you saw
his smile.
“I like the idea of you staying.” he said, and your heart
skipped a beat.
“Really?” you couldn’t believe it.
“If the problem is solved, can you take your confessions
outside?” Akmar started to wave his hand at you as if he was
swatting a fly. “I have potions to make before the darkness
falls!”
You smiled at his disregard towards romance and both of you
thanked him and got out of his house. Graal took your hand and led
you down the road. You couldn’t stop glancing up at him and he
finally chuckled and stopped, turning you towards him.
“I wished you said something sooner. I was going out of my mind
since yesterday. I thought I’ll never see you again!” He had his
hands on your shoulders. “Especially since I had the feeling
that maybe you… liked me. But I wouldn’t dare to believe it, or
ask you directly.”
“Wait.” you interrupted him. “You had a feeling?”
“Yes. I was not sure at first, but yesterday I heard you tossing
and turning in bed above me, and after I went to check on you, you
were finally asleep, but you looked as if you were dreaming something
bad, so I stroked your cheek to calm you down.” You gasped. Then it
wasn’t only a dream! “And then you said my name in your
sleep.”
You felt yourself getting red. “I did?!”
He laughed out loud. “I got so startled, I though you were
awake at first, but you kept sleeping. And it gave me an idea, that
if you were calling out to me in your dreams, maybe you cared a bit
more about me than we both thought.” he placed his hand on your
cheek just like last night and you turned your head to nuzzle it.
When you looked back up, you saw his beaming brown eyes and then he
slowly lowered his head and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.
“So, I guess you’ll be happy to hear I intend to court you.”
He kissed the tip of your nose.
“Very happy.” you answered.
He took your hand again and you both went back to your home.
Very, very cute orc × reader story.
@ever-hungry-aria couldn’t wait for more orc stories to be written. So she started writing herself. Yay! That’s how you do it – be the change you want to see in the (terato) world!😀
Pain mingled with dizziness as you slowly rose from the depths of
unconsciousness. You heard voices, but couldn’t make out any words
at first. It was all a confusing mixture of sounds and smells – like
fire and ash. Your head was still spinning as you opened your eyes
and tried to remember what happened. The last thing you saw was a
dark hole opening in mid-air right before you, that started pulling
you into it, as you desperately tried to stay on the ground, or hold
onto anything, with not much success.
With a grunt you lifted your head and the voices around you fell
silent. There were trees, bushes, so you were in a forest, and… At
first you thought you were dreaming, as your eyes felt on the
creatures above you. They seemed to be quite shocked, and all of them
took a step back when they noticed you were awake and trying to get
up. There was a tall creature with pointy ears and dark gray skin,
black hair and black eyes, a smaller one that resembled a goblin,
with a hooked nose. Two men that you could swear were dwarves, with
long, braided beards and in armors, and in front of them, with a book
in his hands, was the biggest of them – all muscles and green skin,
not to mention the impressive tusks.
They didn’t move as you tried to stand up on shaking legs.
“W-where am I…?” it was the only thing you could think of to
say.
My first try to draw an orc. This is how I imagine Riyu from The Sorceress’s Orc looked like. He had a mane of long black hair with many little braids and lots of golden earrings. It was never mentioned if he had any facial hair but I decided to give him some because why not…
Monsters and Villains 