#orc x elf

[temptresstitania]

huge fan of tiny dom top x big sub bottom...just a small little elf topping a big fat orc (me, the orc is me) ???

#lesbian #black lesbian #wlw nsft #t4t nsft #orc #orc x elf #fantasy #dyke nsft

[vesprynna]

✨🎄🎁Happy Holidays🎁🎄✨

For this years annual holiday card I drew my orc chief Oltorn with his wife Helartha out picking camellias in the snow 🥰 Maybe they're planning on inviting their friends and loved ones for a festive get-together?

Thank you new and old followers for coming along on my art journey, I hope it has been a fun year. I look forward to what's to come in 2023. Until then I hope everyone has wonderful holiday with friends, family and loved ones ❤

Helartha belongs to @unicornia93 💕

#monster boyfriend #monster romance #size difference #monster lover #orc x elf #orc #elf #monster husband #fantasy art #vesprynna art #oltorn and helartha #oltorn #romance art

[willmarstudios]

Bookworm Will Review 2024 (#6)

Title: 'The Orc Prince Trilogy'

Author: Lionel Hart

Rating: 2/5

Review: (MILD SPOILERS)

I've been sitting on this trilogy for a few months now and the excitement I got to finally read it was met with disappointment. :' )

The concept was something I was beyond ready for (queer fantasy involving orcs is SO my thing!) and while I kept hope, the plot and pacing were what let me down. To me, it felt very first draft with some minor spelling errors. The world-building was intriguing because it included things like reproduction between two male-identifying individuals which I don't usually see a lot of discussion about, however, it was really glossed over right after being introduced. Thankfully there wasn't just a cop-out to say 'Oh it works because of magic'. In response to the surface-level details, the plot felt like it wasn't sure if it was trying to be a cozy fantasy or erotica. The line between them wasn't really well established.

That being said, it did have some really nice/cute moments of their relationship-building/exploring. I did fanboy over one flirty scene in particular which gave me hope about the rest of the series. Credit where credit is due! I wish the two MCs weren't the same muscle twinks types, but it is what it is. I'm also really biased on what I find attractive (iykyk) Plus the smut felt really copy+paste each time it happened causing it to get stale.

Overall I think this could've used a bit more editing and story fleshing out in terms of pacing and which subplots to focus in on (some parts were really slow and felt, not out of place, but not needed).

Still love the genre, just not my favorite rendition.

#bookworm will #book recommendations #book review #queer books #bookworm #orc prince #Lionel Hart #gay fantasy #fantasy books #review #orc x elf #gay books #gay #queer #lgtbqai

[soffij]

Nick Jakoby x Tikka

Some time ago I read a pretty good smut fic about this ship, and it was so good that I wrote two extended scenes of the fic, though I never shared them on the internet.

Anyway, if you like well written cute and spicy short stories (6k words one shot), and if you ship these two or find any of them adorable and hot, don't pass on this fic!

Nick is such a sweet character (and he is so hot!), and Tikka was cute (hot too). They are so shippable. I wanted that stupid bad movie to have a sequel only to have more of these two!

#bright #bright 2017 #Nick Jakoby #Tikka #Nick x Tikka #tikka x nick #ao3 #fanfic #not mine #smut #orc x elf #rico #rare ship #rarepair #bad movie nice ship #lucy fry #joel edgerton #I took the gif from misterclaremontdiaz #fanfic rec

[jrr-smokin]

I've recently gotten into digital art for the first time! And, this Valentine's Day, I had monster love on the brain. So I decided to draw a cute pic for my partner. It's the first thing I've ever drawn digitally, so kind comments and constructive criticism are welcome.

#monster love #monster fluff #terato #orc boy #oc art #original characters #monsterlover #orc x elf #orc x human #monstersona #my art #monster romance #somewhat lotr inspired character design

[sunshowerwriting]

From The Moment I Saw You (Revamped) // Pt. 1

Original Writing

1k words

A stranger wearing a cloak finds themselves in trouble with a pushy noble at the local tavern. Luckily for them there is a kind yet intimidating man that is willing to help out an interesting stranger.

Other parts; Part 1. (you are here) Part 2.

It was a cool evening in the kingdom of Ereska. The city was bustling with its usual nightlife. The center of town was the most alive, for there was a large tavern that sat just near the town square. Alight with guests coming in to drink away their troubles of the day.

The tavern bustled with noise. Every guest was caught up in their own conversations. Chatting about their day with any other patron that would listen, and keeping the mood of the tavern light and cheery. There was one patron that carried with them a different feeling, not a damper on the mood but a feeling of curiosity and wonder at their surroundings. Even under the large cloak the stranger wore you could see from their demeanor that they were more than excited by their surroundings.

Most people didn't notice the cloaked stranger, but two separate pairs of eyes kept themselves locked on the figure. One with the same gentle curiosity that the figure had for their surroundings and the other with something much less gentle. The second pair of eyes came from an elven nobleman. One who looked to be more than intrigued, but there was no trace of gentleness or care in him.

It seemed the elven man's own curiosity won over first, and he made his way to the cloaked figure. He only had to walk a small distance to be met face to face, or at least as much of a face as the elven nobel could see.

“Hello there, pretty thing.” The nobel spoke.

His words were laced with a tone that left no confusion for his intentions. The man was clearly trying to get under the cloaked person's skin, but before they could respond the noble spoke again.

“Why are you wearing a cloak like that? It isn't polite to hide your face, and in a tavern no less? You have no reason to hide. Why don’t you take it off.”

Even with the cloak obscuring part of their body and face anyone who looked close enough could see the cloaked figure tense up. Their body going rigid and their head turning away from the noble was a clear indicator of their discomfort at the conversation.

“Thank you for the offer sir, but I think it would be best that I leave the cloak on.”

The cloaked figure's voice was filled with apprehension and yet they still held a tone of proper politeness. The person tried to move away from the strange noble, but he didn't get very far before the noble grabbed their arm and pulled them back to be facing him.

“Oh come now. Why would a sweet thing like you ever need to hide their face?” The nobel continued. “I’ll just remove this nasty old thing and we can see just how much of a site you are.”

The noble made a move to remove the cloak from the stranger's face, but before he could pull it from their face a large arm stopped him.

“What do you think you’re doing.” The voice that spoke was deep and raspy, and the way they spoke the sentence was more as a statement than as a question.

The elven noble wiped his head to the side only to be met with the face of the large man stopping him. The sight before him was of a large orc man. He stood taller than the elven noble as well as the cloaked figure who was slightly taller than the noble. The orc man was certainly taller than most people in the tavern, but compared to other orcs he seemed to be on the smaller side. However, that didn’t stop the presence of the man to be intimidating. The noble immediately let go of his hold on the cloaked figure and the cloaked person scrambled to get his bearings.

The noble stuttered out a mess of sounds and words but was ultimately cut off by the orc man.

“I would suggest you be on your way sir. Wouldn’t want to get into any trouble now would you?” The thinly veiled threat was not lost on deaf ears, and the noble scurried off without so much as a goodbye.

The cloaked figure was still tense, and it seemed they were contemplating whether to thank the orc man or run away. The orc man spoke before the other could fully decide though.

“Are you alright?”

His voice was much softer than when speaking to the noble and it made the cloaked person shocked to see just how soft the orc man was being.

“I…” The figure started.

They weren't sure what to say. Their mind willing them to be polite, but he was still in shock from everything that had just happened that they were struggling to find the right words to thank their savior.

Eventually the words came to them. “Thank you so much for your help. I appreciate your assistance. That man… less than kind.”

The orc man smiled. “It was no trouble, I’m sorry you were being treated so poorly. I do not know this area well, but I would have thought the people here would have been kinder.”

The cloaked figure laughed, a laugh that seemed to suggest that he was familiar with the way the locals acted.

“The nobles around here certainly could do with some more manners.” The person spoke. But immediately followed with. “Or so I’ve heard!”

They seemed like they were trying to take back their previous statement when they said that, less so like they were clarifying.

The orc man tilted his head in confusion but ultimately decided to change the subject.

“Well, would you like to join my group?”

He gestured to a table behind him, where what appeared to be a human woman and a dwarven man sat drinking chatting with each other. Immediately the cloaked person responded in a worried tone.

“No!”

They almost looked like they’d flee after just that statement, but their need to be polite won over once more, and they spoke again.

“No, thank you. I need to be on my way. But thank you for helping me today. I will not forget your kindness.”

And with a nod of his head the figure was off. Disappearing in the way of the tavern exit. The orc man stood there staring after the mysterious figure for a moment longer. He wondered just who that person was and why they acted the way they did. Perhaps one day he would figure out. But that would have to wait for another time.

#🌦 writes #original writing #original story #writing #writers on tumblr #fantasy #orc x elf #orc #elf

[godlyaffection]

From The Moment I Saw You

Source Material; Original Writing

Warnings; Harassment

Summary; A hooded man sitting alone in a tavern , clearly trying to blend in, gets interrupted by a less than kind nobleman.

A/n; this is a story i want to write, but i plan to write it in like really short chapters. so here is like a preview/kinda first chapter, if i actually finish it i’ll post all of it here, possibly chapter by chapter, so look for that if you’re interested.

The tavern was packed full of patrons. A hum of chatter and glasses clinking filled the building. A young man sat alone at the bar, looking around the packed room. His face was hidden from view by the gray hood of a cloak he wore atop his clothes. The man was so focused on his surroundings that he didn’t notice the other man sliding up to him. 

“Hey there pretty thing,” 

The hooded figures attention immediately shifted to the man now sitting next to him. The new man was raking his eyes over the hooded man's figure. Although he was mostly covered by the cloak, the man's eyes were still uncomfortably boring into his frame.

This new man was an elf, one who appeared to be around the same age as the hooded figure. He was tall and wore fancier clothes than most of the patrons of the tavern. The hooded man assumed this meant he was a member of one of the richter houses of nobles in the kingdom. He clearly wasn’t trying to hide his wealth which meant he was either very stupid or very cocky. 

The hooded man bowed his head quickly before trying to look away again, not wanting anything to do with this new man.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The nobel man asked, grabbing the other's arm, forcing him to look back at the nobleman.

“Why don’t you let me buy you a drink.”

The hooded man shook his head, trying to pull his arm away from the others grasp. 

“It wasn’t a question,” the nobel scoffed. “Since I'm gonna be buying you a drink, why don’t you let me see that pretty face of yours.” 

Small noises of protest left the hooded man’s lips, but they fell on deaf ears as the other man pulled back his hood. 

There was a gasp as the nobleman pulled back the hood. “Your highness!” 

Everyone close to the two men turned their heads, and upon recognizing the prince made an outburst of their own. In a matter of seconds almost everyone in the tavern was looking at the two men.

“Prince Grey!” the barkeep said rather loudly. 

The previously hooded man, Grey, whipped his head to the new voice, before immediately turning his attention back to the rude nobleman.

“Your highness, I didn’t know it was you! If i had know—“ 

The noble man was cut off, “It’s alright.” 

The prince pulled his cloak tightly around him, pulling the hood back up in the process, covering his long hair, pointed ears, and pretty face once more, and rushed out of the tavern. He left behind an eerily quiet and stunned tavern. None of the patrons knew what to do now, the prince; who was most certainly not supposed to be away from the palace, had just stormed out of the tavern. 

As the tavern folk started to speak again, gossiping about the elf prince, you could hear many theories about the prince. 

“Maybe he’s running from his responsibilities.” 

“Who knows what will happen to that man who tried to touch him.” 

“What will his fathers say!” 

One voice stuck out above them all.

“So he is prince Grey,” the voice was deep and mildly curious. “We will have to speak with him tomorrow.”

#.written-word (original) #original writing #wriblr #writing #fantasy #orc #elf #orc x elf #mlm writing #story

[flowersandbigteeth]

Looking for a saucy medieval tradition to weave into your historical romances? Have no fear, foot-of-the-gallows marriage is here! Basically, if a man was about to be hanged and a woman stepped forward and said “I will marry this man!” he was spared because it was was seen as like “oh, she’ll rehabilitate him so we don’t have to kill him.” Now, I heard this from tiktok, so I could be wrong, and it could just be a folk tale or something that rarely happened in actuality. Either way, it’s a cool troupe I think more people should use (and I myself will be using). I think it would work really well with Orcs and Elves!

This is such an intriguing idea! I had to try it. If you end up writing it, tag me, if you are comfortable! I'd love to see what you do with it ^_^

I keep getting Orc ideas, and I can't resist them *feral invasive Orc thoughts* （￣ ｗ￣）Ψ

Orc (Saber) x GN elf reader

Word Count: 6K

TW: discussion of hanging, bad mother, sfw Orc fluff, a bit of melancholy with a happy ending, nonsexual mention of private body parts in the context of bathing

“Goodness, what’s this all about?” you grumbled, clutching your basket closer to you as you made your way through the crowd. 

The stench of rotten vegetables and too many people lingered in the air. 

“It’s a hanging,” a helpful imp beamed, hopping on his tiptoes to see over the crowd. Why people gathered all around to watch someone die, you had no idea, but more importantly, the crowd was blocking your path home. Industrious vendors selling ale and popcorn wove through the throng to collect what coins they could from the event. In the capital, everyone had a hustle, and few left the chance to make some money at the table. 

“Out of the way!” You shouted, shouldering whoever was unlucky enough to be in your way. 

The voice of the city guardsman who was reading off a list of offenses to the crowd drowned yours out, but with a few well-placed shoves, you managed to make it to the front. You were looking around, trying to figure out how to get across the plaza, when you glanced up to see a familiar face. 

“It’s you!” you blurted as your eyes locked with the brilliant chartreuse irises of the Orc standing on the gallows. 

He gave you a wan smile, lifting his tied hands to wave at you. His straight nose was up in the air as if all the rabble around him should be fortunate to have the privilege of watching him die. The thick olive locs you remembered being long had been roughly chopped short around his ears. Still, even dressed in an ill-fitting prison jumpsuit, he had a regal air about him. His barrel chest was puffed, strong muscles peaking between the frayed fabric. 

“Fifty counts of robbery…25 counts of counterfeiting gold coins…seven counts of horse theft…”

The Orc you’d met before’s name was Saber. He’d helped you get your broken cart into town one rainy afternoon…, and then he’d also stolen your necklace, which you’d realized after he’d disappeared. 

“As per the King’s edict, If any citizen pledges to save this soul from the gallows by way of marriage, please step forth.” 

Though he was handsome, no one raised their hands to save him. Instead, they all booed. Judging by the rotten vegetables hurled at him, he seemed to have robbed almost everyone in the capital. 

“Aye!” you shouted, hiking up your pants to pull yourself onto the stage. 

The guardsmen’s eyebrows shot up when you’d straightened yourself.

“I’ll marry the sorry bastard.” 

“Are you sure? He’ll most likely rob you and run off. He’s better off dead.” 

“I have business with this one,” you informed him, snapping your fingers. “Come on then. Let’s get this over with.” 

The guardsman shrugged and jerked the noose off of his neck, a little disappointed. The crowd wasn’t happy either, hurling insults along with their vegetables. 

“Quiet! Quiet!” the guardsman shouted after shoving Saber forward for the “ceremony.”

He took a deep breath, jerking a notebook out of his pocket.

“Alright,” he began, snorting. “State your name for the record.” 

“(Y/N).”

“Lovely elven name,” he murmured as he jotted it down. “Now then, do you (Y/N) take this here, criminal, Saber Wintermaple to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

You gave him a sharp nod. 

“I do.” 

He swung a lazy eye at Saber. 

“Do you Saber Wintermaple, take this kind elf to be your betrothed?” 

He gave you a bright smile. 

“I do.” 

The guardsman snapped the book closed, shoving Saber towards you. 

“I hereby declare you two duly betrothed under the King’s law. This Orc is your problem now, citizen. You’d better keep him out of trouble, or you’ll be up here next to him!”

He handed you the thick rope looped around the binding, keeping Saber’s hands tied, and waved you two off. The audience, bored without bloodshed, had already started dispersing, making it easy for you to tug Saber towards the road leading to the forest. 

“I didn’t know I made such a pleasant impression,” Saber said cheerfully, following you out of town.

You whirled around and jammed a finger in his face. 

“I wouldn’t describe it as pleasant. You owe me a gold necklace! Give it back, or you can work off the coin you owe me!” 

He chuckled.

“I’m fresh out of coins, little elf.” 

He scratched his chin and looked up, thinking. 

“I’m pretty sure I lost that necklace in a game of dice.” 

He shrugged. 

“You lost my only possession of any value in a game of dice?” 

You scrubbed your hand over your face, counting back from ten so you didn’t explode.  

“Maybe I should have let you die.”

Frowning, you looked over him from toe to head. 

“At least you look strong enough. I’m sure I can find something useful for you to do!” 

You stopped where the two of you stood in the middle of the trail and pulled a small charm from your basket. 

“I was going to use this on my coin purse since there was a thief on the loose, but it’s probably better applied to you!” 

You looped the charm around his neck, closing your eyes to whisper the spell. A gust of spirit wind, fluffed your hair as the magic twirled around Saber. When you opened your eyes again, there was a blue thread linking the two of you that only you could see. 

“What was that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on you. 

“It’s a binding spell, so you can’t run off with my stuff again,” you explained.

His eyebrows jumped, and he tugged at the little talisman around his neck. 

“It won’t come off.” 

You nodded proudly. 

“Exactly.”

He took a moment to examine you carefully, tapping his chin again. 

“Interesting,” he murmured.  

“What? What does that mean?” 

He smiled and shrugged.

“Lead the way, spouse.” 

You sighed, turning and pulling him through the bumpy trail in the woods to your little home. When you’d fled your homeland to the Capital, you’d been lucky to find an abandoned cottage outside the city walls. It wasn’t massive, with only the basic living quarters, but it must have at some point belonged to someone’s Saber’s size, as the door and counters were much too high. You’d spent much of the money you earned selling charms and ointments, buying stools and ladders to reach things. 

“You poor thing,” Saber sighed as you passed through the magic barrier you’d cast to keep your home hidden from bandits.

“You don’t need to patronize me,” you huffed. “You’re the one almost hanged and run out of town.” 

He ignored you, looking around. 

“I feel kind of bad for stealing your necklace now that I’ve seen where you live. This place is a mess.” 

You examined your home, trying to see it through his eyes. Every available surface was covered in books, alchemy equipment, or ingredients. Even the chairs were covered in cast-off scrolls, books, or charms. 

“It’d be nice to have a workshop,” you admitted. “But that’s much too expensive.”

You straightened your slumping shoulders and lifted your chin. 

“No matter, you won’t be spending much time sitting down. I’ve got loads of things that need doing.” 

He gave you a sharp nod and held out his hands. 

“You’ll have to untie me if you want me to work.” 

Pulling a small blade from your basket, you sawed through the thick binding. Free to move as he pleased, he wrung his stiff wrists as he perused your living room. Occasionally he would pick something up, then put it down again, finally crouching to examine a bucket filled with water. 

“What are you doing?” 

He peered up at the leak in the roof that was letting rainwater drip through. 

“This needs fixing, or the roof will rot out.”

Pushing off of his knees, he turned to you. 

“How long have you been living alone?” 

You blushed, embarrassed. 

“I dunno, my whole life, I guess. The elven town where I came from didn’t have an orphanage or anything, so when I was old enough, I took off toward the capital. It took a while to get here…but here I am. I thought there would be more…I don’t know…opportunity here.” 

“How has that worked out for you? Living in a house clearly not meant for you and marrying a man on the gallows.” 

You gave him an indignant snuff. 

“At least I’m not a thief!” 

He chuckled, leaning against a bookshelf, rolling a gold coin on his knuckles. Your eyes narrowed on it, and you reached in your pocket to find you’d been relieved of your day’s earnings. 

“Hey! You stole that!” 

He laughed, revealing straight white teeth, and jingled the other coins in his pocket. 

“Don’t worry, I can’t get away with it, right?” 

You sucked in a deep annoyed breath. 

“I have things to do. Make yourself useful and chop some wood. It’s going to be cold when the sun sets.” 

“Whatever you say, spouse,” he replied, giving you a sarcastic salute as you dropped your basket and hurried to the kitchen to get started on dinner. 

What had you been thinking marrying a criminal? You paused for a moment, eyes growing misty. You didn’t really think he still had your necklace, did you? You let out a sigh just short of a sob. Were you really that lonely? Maybe it hurt that he’d been so kind to you, just to trick you. You should have been happy to see him hanged, yet the lingering magic that followed all elves had whispered that you ought to save him. 

But why? You weren’t in any position to support a husband. Though you’d instructed yourself on the knowledge of various potions and charms, you weren’t the only one. The city was teaming with Academy-bred alchemists who far surpassed your skill. They had access to rare ingredients and an army of assistants. You had to scrape out a living selling your wares far cheaper than the competition even to get noticed at the market. Hustling day to day, you certainly didn’t have the time or money to pretty yourself up to find a partner. 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you grumbled, returning to chopping tubers for soup. 

A thick THWACK, drew your eyes out the kitchen window to Saber splitting logs across the lawn. He’d divested himself of his ratty shirt, and every thick muscle was on display as he lifted the ax over his head and dropped it down again. The logs felt apart like they were nothing more than twigs under his might. 

Your eye focused on the dark, wet slashes across his shoulder blades where his jailors had beaten him. He must have felt your eyes on him because he glanced up and waved. Blushing, you hurriedly pulled the curtains, returning to your task. 

Unable to get his injuries out of your mind, you felt bad for making him chop wood while he was hurt. When you’d plopped the tubers into your cooking pot, you gathered up some healing and numbing salves, making your way out the door. 

“Need something?” he asked, looking up from his task. 

“Sit down,” you barked. 

A thick eyebrow rose, and he tipped his head. 

“Why? Planning on lobbing my head off?” 

You wrinkled your nose at him. 

“No, of course not! You’re massive. How would I even go about burying your body? I can’t have a rotting corpse stinking up the place. Just sit!” 

He leaned his axe against the stump he was using to brace the wood and sat down on it. You dug in your basket, pulling out some cleanser to clean the wounds. Beside the big ugly gashes, Saber’s skin was a smooth, pretty green, the planes of his muscles sharp and defined. The first brush of your hand on his back made him jump. 

“S-sorry,” you muttered.

“‘Ts fine. Just not used to people touching me. Go on.” 

You spread the thick gel you used carefully over each angry line. 

“What do you mean? You’ve never had a partner before me?” 

He paused for a moment before he jerked his head. 

“I had a girlfriend once, but she left me.” 

“Why?” 

“Some noble offered her his hand and well…I couldn’t compete.”

He sighed. 

“She was happy to keep me on as her side piece, but I’ve got too much of an ego to be someone’s toy.” 

Your eyebrows jumped at his candor, but you just hummed, plastering clean wraps to his skin so the wounds could heal. His skin was warm under your fingers, making the tips tingle. When you were done, you found yourself tipping forward on your toes to peck the back of his neck. When you’d realized what you’d done, your ears burned, and you coughed loudly. 

“Sorry, ah…sorry,” you muttered, unsure what to say. “You’re…ah…going to have to sleep on your stomach, so you don’t make these worse.” 

He swiveled around to look at you, smiling. 

“Thanks, doc!”

“I’m not a doctor.” 

He shrugged. 

“What’s the difference?” 

“Ten years of special-”

You shook your head, realizing he was teasing you.

“I think that’s enough wood for tonight. Come inside. Dinner’s almost ready.” 

He grinned at you, his stomach grumbling, as he scooped up some of the wood he’d cut and tucked it under one arm. You wondered how much they let him eat in prison, worried he was starving. 

“What’d my sweet little spouse cook for me?” he asked. 

“Just some sweet potato soup. It’s not gourmet.” 

He frowned. 

“No meat?” 

You blinked at him. 

“You have all the money I made today in your pocket. How can I afford meat with those few coins?” 

He nodded, appearing to be thinking through the problem thoroughly. 

When you returned inside, you dipped the two of you bowls of soup, filling his twice as much as yours. You assured yourself it was because he couldn’t work without proper nutrition, not because you liked him. 

“So how far does this magic thingie let me go?” he asked as you sat down at the table. 

“Why, trying to run off?” 

He smirked. 

“No, why would I want to run away from you?” 

He chewed on a big spoonful of sweet potatoes before he continued. 

“I’ve got a cute little spouse who makes me dinner and kisses my cuts.” 

Your cheeks blew up in flames, and you choked on a mouthful of soup. You tried to retain your composure by quickly wiping your mouth with a napkin. 

“A couple of miles in any direction.” 

“Wow, didn’t think you’d give me such a long leash.” 

You shrugged. 

“I can’t be right at your side every minute.” 

He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen. 

“You don’t want me by your side every minute of the day?” 

Unsure if he was joking or not, you jerked your spoon at his soup. 

“Let’s…stop talking for a while. Eat up. You’ll need your strength.” 

While the two of you ate quietly, you did your best to keep your eyes on your bowl. Every time you happened to glance up, he was watching you with an odd smile on his face. Almost like satisfaction. 

You were relieved when you finally finished and could turn your back on him to rinse the dishes. 

“You can take the bed if you want,” you called over your shoulder as you stood on your tip toes to return the bowls to the cabinet. As your arm stretched, Saber appeared behind you, plucking the dishes out of your hand and easily placing them where they were supposed to go. 

“Where are you going to sleep?” he asked, extending a hand to help you off of the little ladder you were perched on. 

“There’s a couch in the living room.” 

He wrinkled his nose. 

“It’s covered in stuff.” 

You shrugged, trying to hurry past him. 

“I’ll clean it up.”

You found your feet swinging in the air as he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. 

“Wh-what are you doing?” 

“My spouse is not sleeping on the sofa. I never thought I’d have a spouse, so I’ve got to take proper care of you.” 

He patted your butt for emphasis. 

“Are you crazy?” you snapped, only not banging on his back with your fists because he was injured. “We can’t sleep together! We just met!” 

Your body bounced on his shoulder as he chuckled. 

“You weren’t concerned with that when you insisted on marrying me!” 

“They were going to kill you!” 

He flopped you down on your bed, caging you in with his big arms. His head dipped to drag the tip of his nose along the length of your neck. 

“So you do like me!” he whispered into your skin. 

“I do not,” you huffed, pushing his chest.

Though your muscles did nothing to move him, he rose so you could scoot out across the bed. You quickly scrambled into the bathroom to change into your pajamas. 

When you came back out, Saber was slipping off his pants. 

“What are you doing now?” You gasped, cheeks heating at the sight of the thick shaft hanging between his legs.  

He glanced up, a slight smirk on his face as he folded his clothes. 

“I can't sleep in these prison clothes. I'll get the sheets all dirty!” 

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. He was right. He was filthy from sleeping on dirty straw in prison. 

“Come on,” you said, flicking two fingers at him. “You need a bath. You’re probably covered in fleas! 

Fortunately, your house came equipped with one large enough to fit Saber’s big body. With a flick of your fingers, the tub was filled, and with a few whispers of a spell, the water was hot. 

“Get in,” you said. 

Making himself comfortable, he looked back at you over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised. 

“You tryin’ to watch? Naughty little elf!” 

You let out a long sigh. 

“No, I’m just going to ensure you don’t get your bandages wet, or it will all have been a waste. Supplies are expensive,” you huffed, picking up the sponge. “Now, sit still!”

Saber smirked but let you lift each of his arms as you scrubbed him. 

“So how did your old girlfriend take it when you decided you wouldn’t be your affair partner?”

He glanced at you, eyes ever thoughtful. His long look brought heat to your cheeks. 

“Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.” 

He shrugged, his jaw tightening. 

“She was rather smug. She spent her whole life wishing to elevate herself.” 

A long sigh slipped past his lips. 

“I could never make her happy. I lied, cheated, stole; whatever I could do…but she looked down her nose at all of it.”

Your mouth fell open. 

“I’m…I’m sorry. You don’t have to…”

He waved a thick hand, his warm palm gently landing on your head and lightly ruffling your hair. 

“Think nothing of it. It’s kind of nice to get it off my chest.” 

“So that’s why you're a crook? To make her happy?”

He smirked. 

“I was a crook. Now I’m a married man. I can’t get into trouble. I have a spouse who relies on me.” 

He pinched your chin. 

“Prison was difficult enough without knowing I was missing out on such a cute little face. Now, it would crush me.” 

Your cheeks burned even hotter, and you jerked your head away, grabbing the nearest towel and tossing it to him. 

“Careful, don’t jostle your bandages,” you wheezed before making your escape. “Whoever lived here before left some clothes in the chest by the door. They ought to fit.” 

You were so busy slowing your beating heart that you blew out the lantern and slid into your bed without thinking Saber would soon follow. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to feign sleep, when you heard his heavy footsteps approach. He paused for a moment, doing Goddess knows what, before he carefully laid down next to you. 

The mattress dipped under his weight, and your body slid into his. You heard him draw in a sharp breath as your warm forms pressed together. 

“Mind your wounds. Make sure you sleep on your side,” you whispered into the darkness. 

You felt him adjust slightly, and then a heavy arm draped over your waist. Despite yourself, it was warm and the weight felt nice. Comforting. Now that he’d used your soap, he smelled like home. His breath brushed the hairs on your neck and another arm slid underneath you to use as a pillow. You would have pulled away, but you’d never slept so close to someone before. 

Living on the street for most of your life, left you with scars. You didn’t realize how deep they’d cut you until Saber’s large body curled around yours. You felt safe. 

When you woke the next morning, the bed next to you was empty. Your heart thumped heavily in your chest, wondering where he’d gone. Had it all been a dream? 

The pile of dirty prison clothes folded and placed on top of a chest proved that it had not. 

Breathing slowly, in the meditation you’d taught yourself, you stretched your awareness out, reaching for the blue thread. Saber was half a mile from you. You wondered what he could possibly be doing. 

“Orc things, probably,” you muttered, making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up. 

It wasn’t like he could run off; there was nothing in that direction but trees. Through the window, you could see the sun up over the tree line, telling you that you’d slept much later than usual. 

Usually, you’d have left at sunrise to sell your wares in the Capital market, but it was far too late now. Instead, you grabbed an apple from the kitchen and started fussing with your alchemy materials. Now that Saber was living with you, you were sure you needed to straighten up so he didn’t break something. 

Walking across the room, you automatically skipped around the bucket on the floor; only the bucket was gone. You frowned, but looking at the ceiling, someone had replaced one of the boards with a fresh one. Had Saber done that while you were sleeping? 

You huffed, returning to straightening your books. At least he’s putting himself to work. 

You were trying to remember the order in which a pair of books written in ancient elven were arranged alphabetically when the bell above your door jingled. 

Since your home was hidden with magic, the bell told you someone was nearby. It was a charm you rarely used. No one had any reason to look for you. The most it had rung was when you ordered a special cauldron or tomb and happened to have the cash to have it delivered. 

Curious if a traveler was lost, you put your books down and wandered outside. 

“Morning, spouse!” 

Saber’s voice made you jump when he appeared hauling a deer on his shoulders. 

“What’s that?” 

He shrugged the creature off of his shoulders. 

“Meat!” he announced proudly. 

You nodded at him, your eyes catching on his bare chest, glazed with a sheen of sweat. 

“Where are you off to?” he asked. 

“Someone is here,” you murmured, forcing your gaze from the sharp planes of his muscles to continue down the path. 

A shadow draped over you, and you glanced up to see him looming. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m going with you. It could be someone dangerous.” 

You shook your head but continued on your way with him in tow. 

“Helloooo? Helllloooo?” 

A female voice was screaming through the trees. When you rounded the bend, your eyes landed on an expensive carriage and a beautiful fairy shouting at the top of her lungs.  Her pink hair fell in glittering curls around her shoulders, and matching wings emerged from her back.

“Damn it! Saber! Where the fuck are you?” 

“Can I help you?” you asked as you stepped through your magic barrier. 

Her eyes narrowed, but not on you. She looked directly behind you. 

“Saber! There you are!” 

She grinned, fluttering her winds and flying past you. Irritation immediately pricked your heart as the woman threw her arms around him. Turning around, you found him looking at her with wide eyes. 

“Melody…what are you doing here? How did you find me?” 

“I’m here to see you, of course. I heard you were going to be hung, but an elf saved you! I asked around the market and was told you’d been taken here. I was so worried!” 

When she cupped his chin with her delicate hand, you crossed your arms, eyes narrowing. 

“Not someone. Me.” you interjected. 

You marched towards Saber and grabbed him by the arm. 

“Saber is my husband. Who are you?” 

She wrinkled her nose at you, ignoring your question. Her hand slid down Saber’s chest despite you. 

“Is there someplace we can talk? Privately?” 

Saber’s shocked face tightened. 

“I don’t think that’s an appropriate ask in front of my spouse, Melody.” 

She scoffed. 

“You’ve been married…what? 8 hours? Saber, I think I more than deserve a little of your time. Especially as the mother of your child.” 

Your jaw dropped, and your hand pulled away from Saber. It was true, you’d only known him for a few hours, but a child was something he ought to have mentioned. 

His brow drew, looking between you and her. 

“What child?” 

She huffed, frowning at you. 

“Fine…If you must do this, this way.” 

She turned to the carriage and yelled. 

“Nora, bring the baby!” 

A maid climbed out of the carriage holding a small whimpering bundle. You gasped as the woman presented Saber with a little green newborn. 

Saber’s eyes popped, his mouth opening and closing as the maid pressed the child into his hands. 

“This…he…is mine?” 

Melody nodded. 

“Yes, and it’s time for you to take responsibility.” 

He glanced up at her. 

“You want to get back together?” 

She let out a cruel but trilling laugh. 

“Oh heavens no. I need you to take him. Dante hasn’t seen him yet. He thinks I’ve delivered his child. I had the maids tell him I was recovering for the past month so I could sneak him out. If he finds out I’ve been carrying your baby this whole time, he’ll throw me out on the street!” 

Anger roiled under your skin. 

“So what baby are you going to present to him?” you demanded. 

She snorted as if that were a foolish question. 

“I’ll get a baby from the slums. Plenty of mothers would happily give their child the life of a Lord’s son without question.”

She fluttered her iridescent wings. 

“It only need be a fairy child.” 

You could see the pain and confusion settle on Saber’s face. Stepping between the two of them, you gently pried the bundle out of Saber’s hands, looking at his cute little button nose and glossy baby curls. 

“Of course, we will take him, but on one condition.” 

She glanced at you. 

“What do you want? Money?”

You let out a tight chuff. 

“No. We never want to see you again. If he is our baby, he is ours. Don’t think you can change your mind and come running back here looking for him or Saber. The second you step foot in your carriage, this child and my husband are dead to you.” 

Her eyes jerked to Saber. 

“Saber. You can’t mean that. Of course, I want to see you…Dante, however, can’t know. You understand, don't you? This is everything we've dreamed about! You ought to support me!"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"I grew up in the gutter, too," you hissed. "But I'd never treat someone the way you have treated my husband. He is too good for you and I won't tolerate you buzzing around us like a nasty fly."

She glared at you.

"He's my child! You're just jealous Saber and I have history!"

Saber's jaw locked, and he put his arm around you, giving her a disgusted grimace. 

“Have you named him?” he asked. 

She looked contrite but lifted her chin. 

“I…ah…it didn’t occur to me...” 

He nodded and glanced down at you, holding his child. 

“Then…I agree with (Y/N). You’ll never know his name. You’ll never see him grow. You’ll never return to ruin our peace.” 

“But Saber-” 

“Don’t say my husband’s name, either.” you snapped. “You thought you’d come here and drop all of your responsibilities in his lap and then keep stringing him along as a toy? It’s not going to work like that. You have your family, and we have ours.” 

You jerked your chin at her. 

“Make your choice. Either leave the child or be prepared to explain to your husband who he belongs to. Those are the only options.”

Her pretty face contorted into an ugly, wrinkled mask, and she lifted her skirt to turn on her heels. 

“Fine! It’s not like I want the child of a thief anyway!”  

Snapping at her maid, she hovered back to her carriage, and they disappeared down the road in a cloud of dust. You smiled down at the little baby, who’d managed to sleep through the drama. 

“Saber, I know I shouldn’t have spoken for you…I just- He deserves better than to grow up with the knowledge his mother believes him to be less than. Can you imagine him living as her secret? Sneaking around to hide him? If she passed him in the street, she’d ignore him to preserve her status. He’d be heartbroken. I won’t let that happen. I hope I didn’t overstep, but I’m not sorry for it.” 

He dropped to his knees, eyes wet, and pushed his head into your shoulder. His big arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you tight.

“You said just the right thing,” he murmured, then turned his head to look at his son. “What should we name him?” 

You smiled at him. 

“Let’s talk it over over lunch.” 

The two of you walked back down the path together, both having a hard time keeping your gaze off the baby. He wriggled in his sleep, making you both see hearts.

“Maybe we should move,” you murmured. “Just to be sure…and to give him a fresh start.” 

He looked down at you. 

“You won’t miss this place?” 

You sighed. 

“No…this is just a house. We have a family now. He should grow up in a happy little town, not the capital…we’ll have to save for a few months, but I think we can do it.” 

“We don’t have to save. I have plenty of money.” 

You froze in your tracks, looking up at him.

“What? I thought you said you were broke?” 

He smiled down at you. 

“I meant I didn't have any coin on me. I didn’t just piss all of my ill-gotten gains away. I hid them. Follow me.” 

He tugged the two of you into the forest, walking quite a ways until you reached an oddly placed rock. Saber crouched down and uprooted a bush with a stiff jerk. Then he cleared the soil away, revealing a wooden chest. He turned the little dial a few ways until it clicked, and the chest opened with a creak. Your eyes widened at the hundreds of gold coins piled inside. He casually tugged the gold he’d lifted from you out of his pocket and tossed it inside with a metallic clink. 

“I think we can buy a nice place with this.” 

You were still completely confused. He rummaged around in the coins, producing the gold necklace he’d stolen. Standing, he fastened it around your neck with the nimble fingers of a thief.

“I thought you lost it gambling?” 

He shrugged. 

“I lied.” 

“Why did you keep it?” 

He gave you a long look.

“I’m not sure, to be honest. Something told me not to sell it.” 

“But…what about the rest? I thought you gave it all to Melody?” 

“I tried to…we grew up in the capital, in the same slums she wants to buy a baby from. It wasn’t ever about what I could provide her. She wanted to erase her past. She wanted a title…to be a lady, to be able to lift her nose at the very people she grew up with.

I started saving after she failed at her first attempt at seducing some highborn. At the time, I had this romantic dream that I could surprise her with a big house, start a business, and be the Lord she wanted so badly…but… as time passed, I realized I was already tainted in her eyes. She wanted the right blood attached to her money. It took me too long to be ready to pull away. Dante was the nail in the coffin, so to speak.” 

He tugged the chest from the ground, hauling it onto his shoulder before leading you back through the forest.  

“Even though I knew I wasn’t enough…I foolishly still loved her. I was a mess when he proposed. That’s why I got caught. I went on a bender that lasted most of a year…Fortunately, I never touched this. Maybe I held out hope since Melody still entertained my attention…but I got sloppy and ended up in jail.” 

His gaze dropped to the baby. 

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn't have ever known about him. Anything could have happened to him if you hadn’t-”

He choked a bit, a couple of tears slipping down his cheek. You didn’t push him to finish his sentence. You knew what he was trying to say. 

“What about Arel?” you asked. 

“Arel? That sounds like an Elvin name.” 

You smiled at the little baby’s chubby cheeks. 

“It is…it means ‘treasure’.” 

He stopped, bending down to examine his son more closely. The baby’s eyes opened, and you saw that they were the same pretty chartreuse as his father’s. The two of them looked at one another in awe. 

“I like Arel,” he said, brushing a thick finger over his cheek. 

Arel’s big eyes grew wet, and he started to croon. 

Shock and worry bloomed on Saber’s face. 

“Is he okay?” 

“I think he’s hungry. I have some goat milk at home.” 

Saber straightened, and you had to almost jog to keep up with him, the two of you hurrying home to start your life as a family.

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[chamomiletealeaf]

Guys help. I can’t stop thinking of orc hybrid! Simon fucking me until I’ve made a mess of myself.

I imagine him to be massive like orcs are, with two sharp fangs on the top row of his teeth rather than the bottom that show when he smiles.

I think he would have grayish skin instead of green because of the hybrid. Still has light colored hair and brown eyes.

Or

Hunter! Simon Riley with his hood and bow and arrow who fucks us behind the tavern over a barrel, pulling on our long elf ears in mockery of how big they are making us whine and squirm on his cock, keeping us in place so he can fill up our sweet little elven pussy 🥴

I had the night elf from WoW in mind when thinking of this.

#call of duty #cod #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost cod x reader #elf x orc #hunter! simon riley

[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

[catella-ars]

"I will simply tackle and threaten this well-armed person twice my size. Excellent plan, Astarion."

Rega and Astarion had a rocky start. And a rocky middle. It's a lot of rocks, okay.

Rambles and slight spoilers under the cut.

They were pretty at odds in the beginning, started to warm, cared for each other as allies, pursed some kind of a relationship that went well until they both ran into their own stumbles. We know Astarion's hang-ups, using his body as a weapon/tool and not getting attached, etc. One of Rega's is that they know they have a nice body but believe that their freckled, tattooed, scarred, pierced, orcish face is unattractive, so Astarion complimenting their face feels faker than the other parts.

The comic spawned from one of Astarion's greetings once you've started romancing him.

"I did miss that face," he purrs, reaching up to cup Rega's cheek. Their pleasure at his touch and attention is cut by the words. "That face." Nobody could miss that face. They give a weak laugh.

"Don't think I've heard that before..." They try to play it off as a joke, but it's too late. Astarion can see, feel them pulling away, brows furrowed in confusion. They try to explain without getting visibly upset. "Listen, you don't have to pretend to think I'm handsome or whatever. It's fine if you just like the sex." It comes out wrong, sounds bitter and cruel, but they can't help it. Why does a compliment make them feel worse? Like they're being used, or lied to? They both like the sex. It's not as if they're just going along with it.

"I, uh, I'm just gonna go to bed. Sorry." They turn away, head down. "Good night, Astarion."

#this got away from me (what else is new?) #art #fanart #traditional art #comic #baldur's gate #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #ocs #fan characters #rega the druid #astarion #half orc #vampire #elf #high elf #tav x astarion #astarion x tav #misunderstandings #spoilers #baldur's gate spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #rega shadowroot

[paisleywraith]

Guardian.

#mysterion #Future Kyle's kids #sp k2 #kyle x kenny #naturally here. From one of the fantasy aus swimming around my head #Little Elf/Human/Orc children having magic lessons from a wanted masked man #Totally seperate entity from the 'human' and 'magicless' Queen of course. Totally seperate. #Do they know Mysterion is their mama? Probably not yet...they're still young. #Kenny's content to be guardian angel to two more kids for a while

[sunshowerwriting]

From The Moment I Saw You (Revampt) || Pt. 2

Original Writing

1.1k words

The group of adventurers are summoned to the palace by order of the kings. However, the kings are vague with their summoning which leaves the group confused as to what the kings require of them.

Other Parts; Part 1. Part 2. (you are here)

The morning after the incident at the tavern, the orc man and his group were summoned to the castle. The castle was not far away from the tavern which is where the group had been staying. They were a group of adventurers in a way. They traveled where work took them and recently work led them to The Kingdom of Eriska, but they had no permanent residency there and so renting a few rooms in the tavern was their best choice. 

The summoning for the group came straight from the kings. Their highnesses had called specifically for the group for some matter of importance but they were vague in their summoning which left the adventurers clueless in what the kings could want from them. 

It wasn’t uncommon for rulers and such from where the adventurers would travel to ask for their help and because of that, they had racked up quite the reputation. A mismatched group that was known for always being able to get the job done. And the kings must have known that. One way or another their arrival to the kingdom had made it to the kings and apparently, they had a job for the group to do. 

The group consisted of three members. The orc man, a human woman, and a dwarven man. The groups' looks contrasted with each other, and they walked into the castle together looking rather out of place. But still, the group went on following the knight, that had been escorting them all the way here, deeper into the castle. 

The walls of the castle were expertly decorated and reflected everything the orc man had heard about the kings before now. Everything was in its proper place and there wasn't a speck of dust to be seen, which was quite impressive for such a large castle. 

Eventually, the group came up to a large door. The knight knocked once, a loud and firm knock, and then opened the door for the group to enter. The woman led the group, with the orc and dwarven man followed closely behind her. 

As soon as they entered the room the orc man's eyes met with four sets of eyes looking back at him, or rather the whole group. Two of the people were easy to recognise. The elven kings stood front and center, dressed in their fancy clothes and crowns. 

Behind them though, there stood two other people. One was a young woman, she was dressed much less fancy than either of the kings and the orc man assumed she was a servant, perhaps a personal servant. She had curly brown hair and dark brown skin. She appeared to be human for she was shorter than everyone that stood near her who were certainly elven. 

The person wore a crown which gave away their status immediately, but they were dressed much less fancy than the two kings. Still very much royal, but they didn’t seem to be trying to show off as much as the kings. 

The prince. The orc man thought taking in the sight of them. 

They were younger, at least his appearance suggested that. Elf’s we’re always hard to tell the age of, for their life expectancy was so much longer than any other being. They were pale and had long silver hair. And their face shone with discomfort at being in the room.

There was a flash of familiarity that went through the prince's eyes that the orc man missed while looking at him, but if you looked close enough you could certainly see the familiar look he was giving one of the guests, and you could also see the way they tensed up upon their entrance. The prince's eyes were locked solely on the orc man and they looked like they’d be staying there for the foreseeable future. 

Before the orc and the prince could get into too much of a staring match, the kings spoke. 

“I see you’ve all arrived on time.” The taller of the two kings started. “Thank you for meeting with us, I do appreciate you all coming here on such short notice.”

The group looked around to each other, confusion evident on their faces. But the woman spoke up first.

“Yes, and what is the reason you’ve summoned us here?” She asked, brushing a strand of her long hair behind her ear. 

The perfect poise in her voice was a shocker to the royals. Her appearance was much more rough than the polite and soft voice that came out of the woman. But their surprise didn’t linger for long. The king spoke again.

“I have heard that you all are quite good at dealing with… problems.”

The king was quite vague with his words, as he had been in his summoning. And the group could only nod at the kings in response. It was still uncertain as to what the true purpose for summoning them all here was.

The first king looked to the other king and signaled him to start. So the second king, with longer hair and a smaller stature started to speak. 

“We have recently had an assassination attempt on my child here.” 

The king gestures to the prince standing behind them. They gave a short nod and the group's eyes widened. An assassination attempt? On the prince? It was odd. Not necessarily the assassination attempt, it wasn’t unheard of for there to be attempts in some of the less kind kingdoms, but what was odd was that the attempt had been on the prince’s life, not one of the kings.

The kings most certainly had many more years to rule, or so the group thought, but what the king said next told them otherwise. 

“My child here will be crowned soon, and it is under our belief that this assassination attempt is to stop the passage of the throne.” The prince nodded along to the king's words. “It is under our belief that someone in our court, or in our staff, is responsible for the attempt.”

That was when it hit the group; the only people in this room were them, the kings, the prince and that one lone servant. No guards, no court, and no other servants, which would be odd under any other circumstance. But if they expected treason, then it would explain why they wanted no one else present. 

“We have heard of your excellent reputation and we hoped that you all could get to the bottom of this, as well as provide some protection for the future ruler here. And of course we would pay you well for your service.”  The first king spoke again. 

The group turned to each other, not a word passing between them, just a look. The look on their face couldn’t be read by the kings or prince, but they weren’t left in their confusion for long. With a solid nod of his head, the orc man spoke.

“You have yourself a deal.”

#🌦 writes #original writing #fantasy #fantasy writing #orc x elf #prince x adventure #elf prince #nby character #wriblr

[the-likeable-wizard-mack]

Modern Fantasy Monsters: PRIDE ADDITION

Happy Pride Month to you all!!!

Asexual Succubus and Incubus. Demons that usually associated with lust and fiery passion who don’t have a sex drive at all. Some of them aren’t even into relationships at all. They just want to binge watch a series of television shows and eat popcorn with friends. 

Orc circles which are usually very masculine and tough are actually very inclusive. Every orc no matter the gender or sexuality is welcomed in their circle. They support their orc friends that come out to them like “Oh, Gor’k is gay? That’s cool! He should invite is partner to the barbecue next week so we can meet him!”  

Shapeshifters who help their non-binary friends to find their sense of style by transforming their hair into different styles to help their friend find a perfect style that suits them. 

Elves who finally come out to their friends after so many years of being pressured by their family. Even after 100 years with how long they live they can finally find love with the gender that they are attracted to. 

ON THE OTHER SIDE...Gay elves who have been lovers since they were young and after 100 years they still are going strong. 

Sirens who sing to their girlfriends and mermen who bring beautifully crafted shell necklaces to their boyfriends

Pride parades that include different magicfolk with all sorts of amazing magic that shares a welcoming feeling to all who attended. 

Most elves preferred pronouns are they/them. It’s deeply rooted in elven culture that most are referred to as such and humans were the ones who tried to put gendered labels on them. Most elves still go by they/them and introduce them selves accordingly. In conclusion, elves are nonbinary allies. 

I’m tired of seeing fantasy stories where most of the LGBTQ+ characters are portrayed as big orc man and tiny elf. Give me two large hulking orcs who are gay and proud to be gay. They are an amazing power couple with Garman going to his construction job and his hot husband Frug looking after the kids at home. They are friends with the gay elven couple across the street. 

ACE ANGELS. Angels who are not sexually attracted to people and would rather have an aesthetic attraction to them. 

Witch and Wizard covens that re LGBTQ+ safe spaces. Also witches and wizards that don’t fit within the the labels of witch or wizards.

TRANS-WITCHES

TRANS-WIZARDS ALL MAGIC FOLKS  SUPPORT LGBTQ+ MOVEMENT

#urban fantasy #suburban fantasy #modern fantasy #modern monsters #monsters #monster x reader #monster #writing monsters #orc #orcs #elves #elf #mythical creatures #high elf #my writing #writers #writers on tumblr #writing #writing on tumblr #fantasy writing #writeblr #sirens #mermaids #mermen #merfolk #pride #pride month

[cannedmuffins]

AU where Astarion doesn’t get killed by gur and is saved by a mysterious merc (my tav Lokra) and it ends in romance and an illegitimate child.

Might drop more ideas about this au at some point and more art. Also ngl i love her design so much I wanna use her in an actual dnd campaign.

#mine #cannedmuffins #my art #oc #original character #astarion #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #tav x astarion #astarion x lokra #half elf #half orc #tav #dnd #dungeons and dragons #i love making fanchildren its so fun #dad!astarion