#orc relationship

[witchthewriter]

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 (𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 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 𝑠��𝑚𝑒 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.

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.

#witchthewriter #witch the writer's headcanons #orc boyfriend #orc x human reader #orc x gender neutral reader #orc x human #orc #orc romance #orc husband #orc relationship #orc love #orc dnd #orc daddy #headcanons #self insert #human reader #fantasy character #fantasy world #DnD #DnD orcs #witch the writer #sfw alphabet #sfw #sfw headcanons #alphabet headcanons #alphabet

[jeeaark]

Alright. So. I'm not making this triangle conclusion because I like triangles

But because it's the only. the only conclusion I could make

For the morning after. After noticing Babe-

YOU'D THINK it'd go that Lae'zel and friends would never find out because even though I wanted to tell Lae'zel, A SHAME IT DIDN"T GIVE ME THE OPTION. A SHAME THE GAME WANTED ME TO KEEP THIS A DANG SECRET FROM MY TEAM AND JUST HAVE SOME SIMPLE-ASS INTERNAL CONFLICT.

But ohnononono, this magical patch 0 playthrough had other plans. Because for some reason. Babe was talking like we were in ACT 1 again. Babe became a killer coconut again

Babe knew. BABE KNEW ABOUT LAST NIGHT. AND BABE WAS CRANKY (understandably so of course)

And yet. Babe was also still allowing kisses. so. not. not OVER. BABE STILL LOVED THIS IDIOT HALF-ORC.

So. I could only conclude this. This is why.

and totally not because apparently it was a glitch (that they now fixed) all along pff

SO. Maybe just. This once. With this Tav. This playthrough. A Godsdamn Love Triangle friggin' happened alfdjkkasdj

Bonus (Because Greygold had to tell somebody):

#bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #lae'zel #bg3 emperor #the emperor bg3 #greygold #bg3 fanart #bg3 comic #Lae'zel is definitely sorting out her feelings with murder again #pretty sure lae'zel knows what illithids smell like what with being on the nautiloid and all #didn't have no functioning soap in this playthrough NEITHER SO- #stinky half-orc #sometimes glitches make a game/story experience so much WILDER #meanwhile my silly ass played the rest of the game thinking cranky lae'zel was intentional #like it was the game's way of saying she knew #remember how I said relationships can get bumpy? #well THIS ONE WAS A FRIGGIN' ROLLERCOASTER RIDE

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

You are the daughter of an angelic faerie and an elven king. You have grown up inside the only magical safe-haven of an increasingly apocalyptic land outside. You have wanted for nothing, essentially leading the perfect life, suffering and death playing little role beyond the abstract. Your father will never die, and your mother will never leave, but for tradition you are still crown princess and are educated as such. You love to dance and to sing.

You meet some kind of monster inside your mother's borders, a monster not of her or your making. It stumbled across you, dancing in the forest, bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as it stares. You are stronger than it, but you run rather than lunge for the kill. You feel pity, more than fear. And something about him makes the part of you that you inherited from your mother sing.

He tries to follow you, for a year and a day. You are stronger, and faster, and stealthier, and you let him see you sometimes anyways. You are not convinced that he is not a monster, but nor are you convinced that he is.

Spring blooms again to the tune of your song, and you let him get closer than before until you run.

But you hear him speak for the first time. He is a speaker, and perhaps to him you are the monster. You do not run, and you do not kill.

He calls you "Tinuviel"

He calls you nightingale- a little songbird, plain and brown, with a lovely voice. They are your mother's creation, but he does not know this.

He calls you daughter of twilight- perhaps for your skin and eyes and hair, but perhaps because that is when he has seen you most.

He calls you singer- creator of the very fabric of the universe, skilled enough to deserve the title.

You are the most beautiful creature the world will ever see, the daughter of an angel and a king. He does not call you beautiful, or angelic, or princess. He calls you a singer, plain and brown, dark and distant as the approaching night.

He is bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as you dare to step closer.

He called you nightingale.

You don't know what to call him, but you hope to find out.

#my writing #my headcanons #headcanon #silm fic #lay of leithian #beren and luthien #luthien #luthien tinuviel #beren #eldritch peredhil #second person pov #sorry but the vibes demanded it #big kudos to that one post that went #'luthien probably stopped for beren bc he called her nightingale acknowledging her skill instead of her beauty' #bc that was a big inspiration here #luthien gets a lot of my love but THE RELATIONSHIP IS TWO SIDED #BEREN MAKES HER FEEL LIKE HERSELF AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR SLANDER #also incredible vibes that luthien canonically worries beren is an orc at first afaik #like maybe problematic but. an eldritch demigoddess going 'you look like you're on my parents kill list of monsters. oh well' speaks to me #not pictured is beren trying to pull himself together w/ internal screaming bc 1) that *should not have worked* #he is as smooth as sandpaper. he is a vegan hobo bogman who talks to animals and is traumatized and hasn't showered in months #2) the Creature that is Looking At Him with its head tilted and eyes pinning and stalking closer with fangs and talons out #should be doing much more for his survival instincts and much less for his libido than it is #beren is certifiably Doing His Best and i love him #banged this out in 10 minutes in a daze of blorbo squeezing lets see if people like it lol

[doli-nemae]

so, after Asylum, Dorn was asking how Triss fare's and I decided to make a little addition to their dialogue

#bg2 #bg #baldur's gate #baldur's gate 2 #baldurs gate 2 #baldurs gate #dorn il khan #baldur's gate dorn #gorion's ward #bhaalspawn #half elf #half orc #dnd #dungeons and dragons #artists on tumblr #art #ukrart #dolinemae #укртумбочка #anddd blackguard dorn il khan is victorious again #tho not the same way as usual ahsdghasgd #I MUST ADD THAT TRISS BEAT SHIT OUT OF HIM FEW HOURS BEFORE #though it's almost typical for their relationship THOUGH THIS TIME IT WAS A BIT EXTREME #also if you read her name in beginning as 'Bean' instead of 'Beau' #it was intended like that #nobody can remember her name NOBODY #char: Beatrice of Candlekeep

[theresidentaliennerd]

The dynamic of Kaikro and his (currently unnamed) love interest

Kaikro: You mean you do this for fun?? You are bleeding! If you lose too much blood, you'll die! Love interest: Meh, it's just a scratch. I've gotten worse from my cat. Kaikro: ...you humans worry me

#original work #work in progress #writing #first contact of the weirdest degree #that resident alien nerd #humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #earth is a deathworld #earth is space australia #humans are deathworlders #relationship dynamics #interspecies romance #interspecies relationships #why do humans like to do things that cause them to injure themselves??

[oubliette-odette]

The Reluctance of Love Pt. 1

I don't like the fated mates trope. But I think it's because I don't personally like how people write/interpret it (no hate, just not for me. Also I'm asexual so...I'm built different or something. shrug). So this is me trying to write fated mates my way.

Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 Word Count: 2443 (average 18 min read) Content Warnings: mention of mating, nothing happens....yet ;) All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil. Not beta-read. Criticism is welcome, but be sure to distinguish criticism from hate.

My world shattered the day I saw him, my raebukan, my mate.

The pride of Orc tribes is centered on two things. The first being the pride of our warriors who defend and conquer in the tribe's name. The second, the pride of bearing and rearing many children together as a tribe through the groupings of mates. To ensure that all children be born strong, our bodies experience lordhovid - an intense physical pull that is described as a boiling in the blood that occurs upon seeing your mate. Lordhovid does not still until physical intimacy.

Most orcs experience lordhovid many times in their lifetime, gathering multiple partners that together rear large broods of children. The larger the brood, the greater pride the patriarch of the brood holds within the tribe and rises in rank of influence.

I, Drunrag Ularat, had never experienced lordhovid.

There had never been signs that I would ever feel the sensation of my blood burning for another. And while my brood brothers and sisters from my litter all began to bear children of their own, I remained. I remembered the way my broodmothers whispered to one another behind my back about me. I heard theories that I was unlucky, cursed, born dishonorably. My broodfather soon pretended that I didn't exist. My brothers and sisters did the same.

I tried to remain faithful that Gruumsh would change my fate, that I would lock eyes with a fierce orc-woman and feel the burn I heard so often about. But each looked back at me with only a coldness I had become too familiar with.

I left home, unable to bear the dishonor I continued to bring to my family. And I struggled through my young adult years earning my pay through hard manual labor. I learned to read and write in common to gain favor with those who hired me. I learned that my brute strength wasn't the only quality about me that could bring me honor. The older I got, the less I travelled, until I settled into a small merchant town on the coast, and worked in the forges during most of the year, crafting weapons and tools. The guilt and shame that I carried from my failure as an orc soon faded as the years passed and I settled into a rhythm that worked best for me in the quiet buzz of my coast town. I soon understood my true feelings from my childhood. I was relieved that I never had to juggle romance and physical intimacy. Even despite my lack of mate - I don't know that I ever really understood mating the same way as my tribe. It didn't make sense to me, and I didn't really want anything to do with it.

Until that fated day.

I had woke that morning with a pounding headache, and I remembered grumbling about it as I shuffled out of my room. The space was always cramped - due to my size - but it felt near claustrophobic that morning. I ran the back of my hand against my blurry eyes and blinked furiously as I peered into my food storage - only to find an onion as my offering for breakfast. I grumbled and reached for the snapsack I kept draped on my single chair and the pouch of coins that i shoved deep into the pockets of my breeches.

The morning was quiet, and the sea air was invigorating most mornings, but that morning, breathing it in only made me sneeze and the pounding in my head knocked harder against my skull. I groaned outwardly. As I walked down the cobblestone path towards the market circle, I felt a tightening sensation in the pit of my stomach with each step. Nausea overwhelmed me. Strange, since orcs have excellent constitution and I hadn't eaten a thing since the day before. I swallowed down the bile that built in my throat and forged ahead.

The market was always busy at any hour and I learned to know which vendors were more kind to me than others. It was still fairly common - and expected - to get strange lingering stares and off-kilter remarks made in my direction. I learned to ignore it, but today I already felt too unsettled to be able to shrug it off as easily as normal. I stopped by a bakery and exchanged my gold for a warm loaf of bread, then made my way down to where a stall was selling freshly picks fruits. Golden globes of fresh juicy fruit tempted me and I retrieved another set of coins before reaching for three shiny, firm globes into my sack.

As I deposited each one in one by one, I felt the tingle on the back of my neck that was someone was staring at me. With a fruit still in hand, I glanced to my right, ready to face a disgusted customer.

It was then that I looked up and met his gaze.

He was small. Maybe not by human standards, but I still considered most humans small - so he was also small to me. Willowy and thin, brown skin and long coppery curls, the ends teasing his skin around the base of his smooth, tantalizing neck. I spotted the soft pointy ears of a half-elf. Not quite as long and slender as an elf, but gently sloped up to a rounded point that poked through his mop of hair. Green-gold eyes - reminiscent of the fruit in my hand- met mine. They were large, curious eyes that looked back at me unflinching and kindly.

I couldn't look away. I didn't want to look away. He was beautiful. His lips were curled upwards naturally - like he always had a joke or funny story to tell. His lips parted as he gazed back at me, an open mouth smile just for me. There were no thoughts in my mind.

The burning began in my heart. A strong pulsing rush of boiling blood that started to spread and sear through every part of me. I stood there, unable to move and unable to look away from him. I felt so much joy, so much elation upon the sight of him, but it quickly was overrun with panic, confusion, and fear.

Never in the history of orcs had I heard of a male orc experiencing lordhovid with another male orc. It was common to have casual lovers of the same sex - but never mates. Mates were ones who promised children and the continued growth of your broods. I didn't understand - how could this man be my mate? I didn't want this. I was happy alone. Happy to be left alone. I gazed at him and the burning desire surged and bubbled until a loud, explosive breath escaped my lips. An exhalation of panic.

"Fuck." I breathed. I didn't want this.

"Sir, you alright?" The vendor asked me.

I grunted in response. I didn't break my gaze, everything in me was screaming inside me to take the half-elf and claim him here in the streets, in front of everyone. I hated that I even considered it. I didn't want that. My body and my brain remained at war, and I unable to move.

The half-elf's eyes narrowed. And he approached me slowly. The way he moved, the way his long legs and slender hips weaved through the crowd with ease, like water on glass. His eyes didn't leave me, and the walk towards me felt like it was a hundred miles between us. My breathing was growing ragged with each step. I was fighting everything not to run away...or run to him.

"I apologize if I have offended you." The half-elf said as he approached me. "I didn't mean to stare." His voice was gentle, smooth and rough at the same time. It reminded me of the sound of a harp, smooth and flowing out like song. I shuddered, my fists clenched. Closer up, I could see he had a spattering of freckles across his face, they were adorable and I wanted to spend the rest of my life counting how many existed on his body. I wanted to die for thinking of this stranger in front of me in such a base manner.

I blinked and swallowed heavily, my brain moving slower than normal. What could I do? What do I say?

The half-elf hesitated, reaching a hand out to me. I jerked back, fear and alarm and lust seizing me at once. He also jerked back. I saw that his hands were shaking. Was he afraid of me? I glanced up to his face again and saw that his eyes were wide and his lips were parting, he was breathing heavy.

He let out a heavy breath and whispered, "Can we go somewhere private? Something has come over me and I need your help."

Somewhere private.

Alarms bellowed in my brain. No. I can't be alone with him. I can't trust myself.

Before I could react, the half elf snatched my hand with both of his own. The warmth that radiated from his touch was cooler than the burning inside me and I felt my panic still. For how long I didn't know.

I let him drag me through the streets. My size didn't allow for a smooth walk, and I wasn't right in the head. I brushed and bumped against dozens of people. They likely glared at me, but I could only look at the back of my mate's head and wonder at how someone's hair could be so long and so curly at the same time and what it smelled like, what it would feel like against my cheek.

I found myself being pushed against a wall in a lonely street. I didn't know where I was. I looked down at the half-elf. His breathing was harder than before, and he stood very close to me. He only reached to my chest. My hands lingered close to his shoulders, eager to wrap around him. Around his waist. His neck.

"What did you to do me?" He said, an edge of desperation in his voice. "I don't know what I did to offend you...but please I beg you to remove whatever this curse is."

I may not be an honorable orc like my brothers and sisters, but hearing lordhovid be equated to a curse felt culturally offensive. It was true that I too didn't have any interest in these emotions, these urges. But it was the honor of an orc to experience this and feel the binding between one's self and their life-partner. And though I had grown to appreciate and become comfortable with my fate...I couldn't deny that there was a building excitement that I was finally feeling it with someone. The excitement also scared me too.

"Do you understand me?" He said pleadingly, and then he muttered to himself. "Damn, maybe he doesn't speak common."

"I understand." I managed to rasp out. My hands itched to hold him. I ignored it and wrestled through the rest of my words. "I - You are not cursed. What ails you also ails me."

"What is it?" He asked. "I'm feeling sensations that I am unfamiliar with."

"It is lordhovid. My people's mating instinct."

His eyes widened. "Why...why am I feeling it?"

I shook my head, "I don't know. This has never happened in our tribe. I am sorry."

"How do we stop it?" He asked. "Don't tell me I have to sleep with you?"

I looked away from his gaze, I couldn't bear to see him look at me with disgust. I felt a whimper escape my lips. It was too much to be so close to him and not hold him. I didn't want to hurt him, I didn't want him to be scared of me.

"I'm sorry." I breathed out.

"You...have you experienced this before?" He asked. "You seem more scared then me."

I shook my head. "I am krandad. Broken. I brought shame to my family because I was unable to mate."

"I see." He said, his voice sounding very calm under the circumstances. "And so now you experience your first...impulse...with me?"

I nodded. "I'm sorry."

He sighed. "Please stop apologizing. I'm starting to understand that this isn't really your fault."

I dared a chance to look to him. His hands were caught running through his hair, and he was also looking down. He was truly the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I don't know if the lordhovid would change that for me either. He was simply radiant.

"What's your name?" he asked. "If I am to sleep with you, I'd like to know who you are." He put a hand on his chest. "I am Altan."

"Drunrag." I said.

"Drunrag." Altan said, and a smile returned. My knees weakened when he said my name back. The orcish name on his tongue sounded like poetry, like art. Oh, if I could hear him say my name again and again and again.

"You...are not afraid of me?" I asked.

He shook his head, "I think I'm faring better than you right now actually." He laughed.

I had to close my eyes to his radiance, his laughter was too much and I clenched my fists.

"Sorry," He said. "I can tell that I'm affecting you."

"Not your fault." I breathed. "I should just go. I can't do this to you unwillingly."

"What?' He asked.

Before I could say any more. I surged all of my strength to rip myself away from the wall and I ran and I didn't look back. My body continued to burn, and I felt an aching inside me that stretched from my body and remained with Altan. It was trying to pull me back. But I would not go. With each moment I spent with him, it had only become harder to deny my body's instinct to mate with him. I didn't want to do that to him. He was too good

None of this made any sense. I couldn't experience lordhovid so late in my years. I couldn't experience it with another species and I certainly couldn't experience it with another man. I didn't even want to begin to process the anger I felt when I had finally made peace that I didn't even want to mate with anyone.

My broodmothers had been right all along. I was broken. I was flawed and I never would have brought honor to my tribe.

I didn't open the forge that day, but instead crawled back into bed where i remained shaking and shivering.

#monster boyfriend #orc boyfriend #orc x half elf #dnd inspired #monster lover #monster romance #orc #orc romance #monster fucker #slow burn #my fic #writing #altan is honestly going to be the freaky one in this relationship #he thinks drun is so hot and sexy #drun is the wholesome one #drun also falls on the ace spectrum #so his orc instincts really scare him #gay romance #queer romance #this will definitely have sex eventually #but the romance is more important to me

[friendlyneighborhoodcrow]

An Axe Of Kindness

Hello, there folks! I’m back from a busy couple of weeks though my return is somewhat delayed as I have just recovered from being rather ill. I wanted to give ya’ll something quick while I work on some longer pieces. So here we are and thank you for your patience! And yes, the title is a pun. I feel no shame.

-Crow

So my dear readers, imagine you are a Hobbit, a Hobbit who is no stranger to some hard work on their farm and has been chopping wood for your family for quite some time. You have some skill with the axe, though not battle oriented, and the dwarfs have no idea. How will they respond when they realize you wield a popular dwarven weapon?

Gender neutral!reader (No use of y/n) 

Relationships: All platonic

Warnings include:

Canon typical use of weapons

Canon typical violence (some orcs)

Word count:

1.6k

 Camp was, as usual, full of laughter and conversation. The night was in its infancy, and you were happily settled beside dear Mr. Bilbo and young Ori who worked fervently on a knitted pair of gloves. The day had been long and hard and the weight of your legs seemed nigh unbearable.

“I think my legs might fall off,” you said to no one in particular, “they feel heavier than one of old mister Proudfeet’s pumpkins!”

You reached down to weakly rub at the tender muscles when you heard Kili chuckle boisterously, you looked up to see him staring at you with a toothy grin.

“You’ll have to get used to all the activity my dear companion!” He mused.

“I am used to activity!” You insisted rather bluntly, “You know I am a farmer, and I’m no stranger to a long day!” You saw some of the dwarves quirk their brows, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the synced action.

“Well, I’m not used to walking all day I suppose, but during harvest season I’m outside all day! Don’t even get me started on chopping wood for the winter months!”

You sighed dramatically as though to prove your point and stretched your legs out in front of yourself. With a few more chuckles from your travelling companions, you all continued preparing camp for the coming dark.

As the night settled in and the sun shrunk away behind the horizon, the company sat close to the fire and like most nights, began their shifts of either sleeping or watch duty. It was quiet, the lack of animal calls and even crickets unsettled you as you laid down upon your thin bedroll. The moon was new, and the skies were black as a raven, the only light came from the glow of the dying fire and the shining stars. One would think it was all quite pretty were it not for your mounting concern over the lack of forest sounds. You fought with your woollen blanket and turned until you found yourself comfortable enough to forget about the extended day and the silent night. But then you heard a shriek, close by.

Bolting upright, you looked around. Dwalin, who was dutifully sitting on a fallen log, gripped his battle axe tight as he also swivelled his head. Thorin and Gloin leaned forwards and looked at each other. Another call sounded, and you slowly moved to grab your short dagger when something burst through the trees.

An orc now stood on the edge of the company’s camp and looked around wildly. It gripped twin hatchets and let out a shrill and unpleasant cry. All of the dwarves and two disgruntled hobbits suddenly sprang to life grabbing for their weapons. You now gripped your dagger tight as the beast charged toward the closet dwarf, Bifur. The dark orc raised a hatchet and prepared to deliver a fatal blow but before it could, Bifur jumped back as Gloin charged from the orc’s side, his own axe raised and he struck suddenly. The creature stumbled to the side shrieking and releasing its weapon. The cries it let out were horrifying, to say the least, they fluctuated from a high-pitched scream to a guttural vocalization.

As its cries came to an end, more orcs jumped from seemingly nowhere and you heard Thorin’s booming voice roaring for everyone to assume a defensive position. You were pushed back toward the fire by Bofur, and he gave you a sympathetic look before turning back to the oncoming danger. While you understood his concern, you wanted to be helpful, and that’s when you noticed the hatchets laying on the ground near the first downed orc. Gradually, you inched back and to your side to scoop both of them up. While one was easy to seize from the clearing floor, the other was tightly gripped by the orc. It seemed that he didn’t want to lose his weapon, even in death. Realizing the hold the orc had on the axe, as well as the size of it in your hand. You chose to forsake it and quickly dart back to the safety of your previous position by the fire.

No one seemed to notice your movements as the pack of orcs moved in close and attempted to circle everyone. Without another moment, every dwarf sprang nimbly to life.

The forest was no longer quiet, instead, it was filled with the battle cries of both orcs and dwarves as they charged one another with axes and swords at the ready. You stood with your new hatchet, though it was more like a battle axe in your small grip. The fight was carrying along swiftly and for a moment you thought you might not need to use your newfound weapon when an orc managed to push its way past Dori and raise its sword at Ori. The unfortunate dwarf held tight to his slingshot as it cried and before you could properly register your own movements, you darted over to him.

“It’s exactly like a log of wood,” you whispered under your breath as you promptly raised the orcish axe.

Hastily, you brought it down, striking the orc's lower back. It crumpled in pain before your eyes and you brought the axe down once more to ensure its end as it lay in the middle of the clearing. Breathing hard, you looked up and met Ori’s startled eyes. He smiled gratefully at you before catching sight of something behind you and flinging a jagged rock from his slingshot over your head. At the same moment, you wheeled around and took a quick swipe at a tall orc's gangly legs leaping out of the way as it fell. Panicked, you wheeled around, afraid to see more orcs encroaching on your newfound friends but it seemed that you had efficiently managed to finish off the last of them. You let out a surprised chuckle that sounded more like a hoarse gasp as you caught your breath and the adrenaline began to wear off.

“You did it!” Fili cheered enthusiastically as he looked between you and the fallen orc.

“You undoubtedly saved me!” Ori said rather breathlessly, still clutching his slingshot.

“And you, me!” you answered back.

“Where did you learn to wield an axe like that?” Dwalin seamlessly stepped to stand beside you looking at you incredulously.

“Well I told you I chopped wood for my family, didn’t I?” you tried to joke but as Dwalin continued to stare at you like you grew another head you shrank into yourself. Suddenly his hardened face broke into a smile, “Aye, ya’ did.” he chuckled. A sense of welcome relief flushed through you as your dear companions gathered closer.

Bilbo seemed to emerge from the shadows to pat you on the back telling you that you would have to give him a demonstration. And most of the group seemed to heartily agree to the extra training for the hobbit. Thorin broke into the gathered circle barking for the group to pack up quickly and snuff the fire. As he walked by, he nodded at you and you couldn't help but flash a wide grin back. After carefully packing up camp, the entire company moved quickly through the night, trying to get to safer ground while the forest lurked with orcs. Thorin promised that you would stop during the day for needed rest which earned sighs of welcome relief from everyone.

The following day, the sun beat down on the area where the dwarves had made camp, but the heat did not reach you as you lay in the shade near a stream filled with cool running water. The afternoon had been spent resting and napping so that you could cover more ground before nightfall. And you welcomed the rest with excited arms. The dwarves seemed to have changed their tone when speaking to you. An air of respect for your “skill” with an axe had taken hold and you were not going to complain. The orc axe, which was really no more than a hatchet rested comfortably on your belt opposite from your dagger, you felt a sense of growing pride for your arsenal though the orc axe was an ugly thing. It was a crude thing made for a bloody function rather than to have any noteworthy aesthetics. 

Gloin’s boots appeared in front of your view and you swiftly looked up to meet his gaze. He held himself with his normal prideful stance but he seemed to waver as he rubbed his hands together carefully. 

“So I and the others have been talkin’, and we think that you should have a proper axe.” He said rather matter-of-factly. Your face softened immediately and you grinned up at him. 

“Really? Oh, that’s sweet of you to think so!” you said happily but respectfully. You knew that a dwarve’s weapons were something special and they wouldn’t say such a thing unless they truly thought you deserved one. 

Balin stepped to stand beside Gloin and you rose to your feet. He pulled out a lovely-looking axe and carefully handed it to you. It was well-forged and the metal was imprinted with swirling geometric designs that marked it as a dwarven axe. It was polished to a shine and sharpened with care. It was clearly made for battle. Your face broke into a sentimental smile as you thanked the dwarves. 

“But don’t you go chopping wood with that one!” Dwalin called out from his comfortable spot under a nearby tree. You laughed merrily and agreed as you removed the orcish axe to replace it with the fine dwarvish one.

I hope you enjoyed reading this! I really appreciate comments and reblogs!

#The Hobbit #the hobbit x you #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit fanfiction #Hobbit reader #bilbo #company of thorin oakenshield #thorin's company x reader #bilbo x reader platonic #thorin oakenshield #dwalin #gloin #bifur the dwarf #no beta we die like clones #that is still my favourite tag #platonic relationships #gandalf shouldn't leave these guys alone for any length of time #orcs #but not cool DnD type orcs #tolkien #i think that's enough tags

[orriculum]

If you liked the first monster office romance book, there's now a sequel!

LOVE LAUGH LICH is a short read about a secretary in love with her undead CEO and wants to find out what's under that (+2DEX) cloak-of-ever-billowing...

THE ORC FROM THE OFFICE is about a human from HR and an orc from the IT Department who find themselves trapped in a mating bond after an accident with a filing cabinet.

LLL is out already, OFTO comes out Oct.1.2022!

#filing this under 'i lost focus and had a consentual workplace relationship' #romance novels #monster romance #monster love #orc #lich

[redrobin-detective]

Iruma is an invasive species within the Netherworld, and like many invasive species he will conquer if left unchecked.

We know at some point, humans and demons interacted though, at some point, they each became each other’s myths. I propose that the separation was intentional on the demon side, relegating humans to bedtime stories. They did this because they knew a single human could elevate or devastate the Netherworld. Humans are weaker in demons in most ways physically but their real strength lies in their cooperativeness and desire for community, adaptability  and perseverance despite adversity.

Right from the start, Iruma has unnaturally succeeded in a world that incredibly hostile to him. And yet from the start be began building relationships. We’ve seen demons don’t have much of a concept of ‘friends’ the closest being ‘allies’. The Misfits individually were lazy and self-centered which is what got them sent to troublemakers class. Only when Iruma reached out and formed positive relationships, created a foreign system of giving and receiving help did they really flourish. With each arc, we see the class cooperating and relying with each other more and more, even in individual events. Its helped them grow exponentially in power and personality and only occurred because Iruma planted the notion that they are stronger together.

Iruma is also extremely adaptable not only from his hectic upbringing but his innate humanity. Despite not knowing the context of what is happening during most of his day, he adapts extremely well. He uses what skills he gained in the human world by tweaking them to suit his needs and picked up new demonic skills (such as using Ali-san’s stored magic) very quickly. Part of the ‘special training’ leading up to the Harvest Festival was forcing the kids to break out of just using their bloodline abilities. Iruma has no power himself and thus isn’t limited in what he uses to complete a task. We’ve seen on a few occasions he wins simply because his opponent is too stuck in a particular way of fighting and thinking. Being able to think on his feet and not just stick to the familiar is what makes him such a fierce opponent.

Finally, we’ve observed that demons on the whole are self-centered and lazy. This is not always the case but overall many lack the ability to pursue or accept change. Even the Six Fingers is all about returning to origins and reviving Delkira, in other words, moving backwards. But since he arrived in the Netherworld Iruma has boldly moved forward. He integrated well into a completely alien environment and not only became popular but powerful very quickly. He worked hard to unlearn an ingrained skill (dodging) to win a contest going head to head with the most powerful student. Even when his fellows wanted to give up, his dedication and well known compassion helped win them the Royal One. He became an expert archer even when his master said most demons gave up, refusing to put in the effort. Challenges that most demons backed down from, Iruma charged on ahead.

Iruma used his ability to bring people together, to adapt to any situation no matter how strange and to see his ambitions through to go from someone who should’ve been eaten on day one to a stand out demon. Iruma himself is a kind, extraordinary young man but he also has a natural advantage in an environment he is unknowingly adapted to. It’s one of the reasons why he will eventually be demon king because who else deserves to stand at the very top than the creature who can outnumber, out-think and outlast any demonic opponent?

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #i have so many iruma thoughts dont mind me #but this has been on my mind since the harvest festival #Bachiko noting that most demons just gave up learning the bow bc it was too hard #humans are stubborn bastards we dont give up demons... not so much apparently #thus the idea that demons and humans are kept seperate bc humans will just overrun demons #despite their demonic physical advantages they just dont have the strength of character to outmatch a human #it really does explain (other than anime logic) why Iruma has consistantly landed on top every time #in a world supposedly out to kill him #I imagine to some older folks learning that Iruma is a human would scare the shit out of them #along the lines of 'human are space orcs' thinking #also sad thought I've had related but didn't quite have the space to talk about #human scent/blood is known to be alluring to demons #despite his perfume one cant completely cover their smell #perhaps some of Irumas popularity is bc demons are unconsciously drawn to him and his yummy smell #just not knowing why #they still love him for being Iruma but it adds a sad lil tang to their relationship #would they even exist had Iruma been the same but in a demon body? #anyway Ive been writing this on and off all day bye

[someonetookmygender]

Aliens and Human Relationships pt 3 :D

More romantic,platonic, and familial between aliens and humans

Romantic Relationships

-Some aliens have very Rube Goldberg styles of courting while others are very straight forward

-blush appears on mammilain species but not on reptilian or avian, but that doe snot mean those species do not blush, they just hsow it differently

-i have a feeling that nearly all aliens can be embarrassed easily, so when a human flirts, its great

-meeting the parents could be very weird for alien species simply because either a) everyone knows each other or b) no one cares who you date in space

-ALIEN SO'S BEING PROTECTIVE

-on the above thought, humans have all sorts of social issues so if a human had an alien s.o, i headcanon they would be very protective

-small human, tall alien or vice versa

-the tension between very short humans and very tall humans confuse most aliens until it happens to them, then its "oh"

-some aliens are like cats which means courting gifts are like enemies heads or some sort of trophy

-polyamory is normal in some species and it is completely normal to have 2+ partners

-a lot of children that have both human and alien genes but how they appear can vary due to how strong the genetics are.

-humanoids can mate with each other but not more avaian or reptiallian or even very aquatic species. So those who cannot mate will adopt

Familial Relantionships

-Children are able to speak more than 3 languages, 2 being their parents original language and one which could be galactic basic or something. English is spoken within the galaxy but is not the main language

-children learning acceptance of differences from a very young age where that's skin colour, heritage, accents, sexuality, gender etc

-very mixed families, for example - alien+alien+human (parents) with alien/human mix and full human children or human+alien with 6 adopted or foster kids. Heterosexual, Homosexual, Bisexual, polyamorous, and so on couples and families exist.

-parents have either wallets filled with pictures or at least 3 full albums full of photos that they pull out to embarrass their kids

-found family is very common. ( idk if i mentioned this already)

-Child services are very effective on some planets but on others are crap

-children who are orphans sometimes have people who help them and create safe spaces for them

-mental health issues are treated seriously in a lot of families because it is important for the members to be healthy

Platonic Relationships

-Aliens bonding over their love for their human friends/colleagues/kids/SO

-give me a human showing an alien a meme and the alien doing what all the dads do when you show them something

-t-shirts that are " this is my alien -- >" "< --this is my human"

-aliens being mildly terrified of their human friends

-on the above headcanon, humans have the whole deathworlders and also having the damage predictability of an iphone

-humans are also like cats for example

-an alien historian specialising in human history shows a video recorded from WW1 and the humans in that room immediately zoom in on the explosions

-we like to push stuff, so aliens have learnt to stick everything down on surfaces but the problem is that humans are incredibly stubborn

-humans just doing batshit crazy stunts like jumping from roof to roof like cats do

-humans are also dogs

-humans can be very aggressive if taught to be from a young age

-humans are loyal to thier friends and family and will protect them at any cost if danger is nearby

-humans also love affection and attention and it is quite common of seeing them showing these acts to friends or demanding it

:D

#aliens :d #aliens #earth is space australia #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #:D #aliens love humans so much #platonic relationships #relationships #romantic #fall in love #earth is a deathworld #death walks at midnight #the damage predictability of a iphone are humans #humans are deathworlders #humans are space oddities #aliens being mildly horrified with humans

[needlebeetles]

in my heart gorgug’s raging and anger issues have absolutely nothing to do with any kind of Gruumsh heritage or shit he’s just skrunkly like that

#Bugposts #“species-wide personality trait?” NO. Mental illness #he was raised by tiny parents in a tiny tree I’d have a weird relationship to my capacity to cause damage and feel anger too #fantasy high #gorgug thistlespring #*obligatory dnd is textually pretty racist statement* #it is amazing how much of pop culture can be traced back to the dehumanization of other groups of people. #in the dnd manual half orcs are playable and orcs are classified as monsters. traveling violent raiders and shit

[pandorasboxoftreasures]

Life goal: Find someone I can look at like Wainfleet looks at Ritch in this scene despite being the reason he has to use a nose tampon.

#life goals #recom wainfleet #recombinant #james camerons avatar #JC Avatar #cat orc death squad #avatar movies #avatar na'vi #avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #avatar recoms #relationship goals #friendship goals #sky people #lyle wainfleet #recom lyle wainfleet #goals

[captainofthetidesbreath]

thinking about how by 843 PD, Fjord's tusks will have grown out to a respectable length! they won't be itty bitty anymore!

#does he have new problems like realizing he DOES have to gently trim them to prevent them from poking him in the face? #like if orc tusks continually grow you DO have to like... prevent them from doing that? do you do actually HAVE to file them? #(but in a proper and responsible way that isn't way what he did; like how there's proper and improper ways to trim your dog and cat claws) #what's THAT like for him? learning that? and learning how to do it? #but that would also mean he could reshape his tusks so the ends aren't chipped and ragged anymore and are pointed properly #(i know his art doesn't present his tusks as chipped and ragged as narratively described but lemme think about it) #but like if he does have to do this what's it like realizing that and learning how to do it after all this like #does he sometimes think about how he could just KEEP going and file them gone again? does he still have to fight that thought sometimes? #anyway I think a lot about his relationship with his tusks a lot #Critical Role things #CR

[thirddoctor]

need to friendzone my BG3 companions because we're supposed to be having a chill victory party after murdering some goblins saving some refugees but they're all hitting on me except the one I'm actually trying to romance

#not a huge fan of them all falling at my feet tbh #obviously there are exceptions depending on the character #but generally I'd prefer it if the romantic aspect only came up if my character expressed some kind of interest #otherwise it just feels weird. like Gale buddy I thought we were bros #romances are fun but I also like developing other dynamics with my companions #one of the most rewarding video game relationships for me was slowly building a friendship with Morrigan in DA:O with my female warden #I want more connections like that #but alas I guess my buff half-orc sorceress simply has too much rizz #Ranger's gaming adventures

[skydrynn]

DM printed a hot dragonborn mini for the gold dragon we met in our campaign so of course I had to draw him 👀

#dragon #dragonborn #dnd #d&d #sketch #art #my art #sky’s sketchbook #2023 art #dragons #artist’s on tumblr #i love him i want to romance him #but my orc is in a committed relationship #maybe he can join us tho

[zandra-lang-cave]

"Not alone anymore" part 1

Space is a weird place, but so was earth so Casey didn't complain. She really didn't miss earth, she was an age up orphan so besides a few casual friends she really didn't have anything waiting for her. But space have every new opportunity awaitng for her and she toke them all, from being chosen has a test embasador to joining a small crew and more reasenly leading her own crew, space become more of a home than earth ever was. She was not going back to her planet any time soon.....

At least that was the plan.

"Why are we here again?" Casey spoke while taking a few empty boxes down the ship.

"Honey be carefull dont over do yourself" th doctor and second in comman of the ship spoke "we need to re-suplied the ship and earth was the closes friendly planet" marcy states while she carried empty boxes in her tentacles to re-stoke.

"Earth friendly? When the pigs fly" the captain complain while also being annoyed by her partner commends.

"What's a pig?" Ask another member of the crew. A very tall rock like golem creature with golden glowing eyes.

"The Sus domesticus" spoke a forth member. A three legged semi-humanoid creature with 6 fingers and 3 eyes "also often called swine, hog, or domestic pig when distinguishing from other members of the genus Sus. is an omnivorous, domesticated, even-toed, hoofed mamma that is commonly ingested by the homo sapiens. Also know has humans" He finish.

"I don't get it?" Says the golem.

"Randal means that they are food sandy" the fith and final member of the crew spoke. A small insect like creature that was carrying the most boxes out of everyone with their physiquic powers and glowing antennas.

"But Atticus, I thought humans eat plants?" The golem said.

"We eat alot of stuff pal. Why you think I have a full room just for my supplies" Casey states while finishing delivering the empty boxes to the station workers.

"I thought you were just a glutton" Sandy states.

"She is. But Humans also need alot of different nutrients to work perfectly" Marcy states "now If only you could eat healthy for once it be great" she states with an annoying tone while her antennas shake.

"I'm eating right. Thank you very much" the captain states annoyed.

"Casey if I didn't know how resileant humans are with food il be putting you in a strict diet" the octopus like creature says while pointing at the human.

"I'm not a kid darling. I can take care of my self" Casey says while walking towards the seekat.

"I'm just looking for you. I'm the doctor of the crew I have to look for everyone" she says while her antennas shake slightly.

"Well I can take care for my self. So can you just leave me be. I don't need you to keep looking for me has if I'm gonna die any second. You are my partner not my babysitter" the human states.

There was silent in the room. The human was staring at the seekat and this one, while laking any face features was equally challenging the stare of her captain wile her antennas shake extremely.

"Ejem" a new voice says, drawing the attention of the whole crew "excuse me ma'am. We are finishing taking the list of all you need. It's gonna take a few hours so you are free to wander the city"

That caught the attention of the crew.

"The city!" Screams Randal, Sandy and Atticus in over joy.

"And since when were aliens welcome in the city. Last time I check, earth was still working hard on trying to break the news of aliens to the world" says the captain a suspicious tone.

"I agree" says Marcy "I know not all humans are ready to embrace life outsides their system" she finish worried.

"That was a decade ago, times change" the worker states while given the captain and the doctor a pamphlet before leaving.

"So where are we going?" Ask the smalles being excited "better be something I get to enjoy. I'm not exactly fit for everything"

"Lets go to a museum!" Randal propose "what better way to relax than absorbing knowledge" He finish.

"Are there any arenas here? I could watch a live fight right now!" Sandy spoke.

The three of them start discussing what would be the best place to go.

"I don't think I have the hearth to tell them there is nothing like that in this city" says the doctor while looking at the pamphlet for something for the crew to do.

"Better find something quick, I can see they are alredy looking for ways to attack" the human spoke.

"Oh really, wouldn't you preffer to look something to do by yourself. Misses leve me alone" the doctor says.

Casey just stare at her partner bewildered.

"Oh yes, we are not finish here. We'll talk later, I wouldn't ruin everyone's fun but we are gonna talk later" the seekat says without looking at the human.

"Right" Casey finish.

"OK everyone. I look at the pamphlet and found something we can all do while we wait for the ship to be re-suplied" the doctor states.

"Awww...." the three beings whine at that while they stop fighting each other.

"We are going..." she pause for a second "to the aquarium!" She finish overjoyed.

"Human aquatic life?" Randal spoke "isn't there something better"

"Yeah, watching fish doesn't sound that interesting" says Atticus while sandy shakes their head in agreement.

"We are going to the aquarium and that's final" the seekat states firmly "now go get redy."

With that say the four creatures go to the ship and get everything they might need for their small adventure.

"Great so, I call the aquarium to buy some tickets and make sure we don't give any worker a hearth attack" Casey says to her partner "sounds right?"

Marcy stays silent for a second before speaking "do wathever you like" she finish before going to the ship.

Casey is leave alone while she re-think on what she says and realize how stupid she is acting. Cursing under her breath while she goes to the ship while she thinks how to Apologize to her partner.

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Tried not to give your character any trauma or drama is impossible. Don't worry things get better but you'll have to wait until next part. Cause it was starting to feel to long so a two partners will it be.

#humans are space orcs #bad aliens #humans are emotional #humans are space oddities #humans are awesome #humans are weird #shenanigans in space #shenanigans #relationship #Casey has trauma #Marcy would like to help #Casey is too stubborn #like baby let yourself be love #i swear the aquarium has a mening #a stupibd meaning #i will explain in part 2 #whenever i make that #the crew is just scare of their leaders tensions