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Male orc (Rhuarc) x female character - Part One (sfw)

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Thank you to the two people who explicitly expressed interest in this story via my inbox. This one's for you. Here's Rhuarc the single dad orc and his girl, and how they met. I've even got some visuals in this one too!

Content: kidnapping, attempted human sacrifice, violence, some light gore, implied age gap, older male character, single father orc x small human female

Wordcount: 4344

Rhuarc tried not to resent the fact that the Jarl of Markarth’s crusty old steward had looked him up and down as he’d stood in front of the so-called Mournful Throne, and decided that the orc was either entirely expendable or utterly stupid enough to take on an entire Forsworn camp. By himself.

Apparently it was the latter though, because with his two adopted girls waiting for his return in Whiterun, Rhuarc was most certainly not expendable these days. Perhaps twenty years ago, he might have hurled himself at the nearest frothing lunatic disrupting trade routes and abducting travellers off the roads without much care for the damage he took — the fact that he’d lost the sight in his right eye before he’d turned nineteen was testament to that — but these days, his contracts required thought and planning.

Kill the leader of Hag’s End, an old Nordic tomb complex nestled away in the frozen mountains to the northeast of Markarth.

Easy.

By himself.

Less easy.

The place was huge, and crawling with more Forsworn than termites in a mound, and there was every chance he would encounter a hagraven there too. Fuck, he hated those things. Whatever unnatural magic was used to create those half-bird, half-women, he didn’t want any part of it.

His own magic was fairly rudimentary by the standards of the average mage: a few fireballs here, a few healing spells there, and he could make a pretty decent lance out of ice if he had to. After all, orcs were known primarily for how ferociously they could bludgeon something into Oblivion, but magicka did coil its way through some of them too, and his mother had been both an alchemist and a mage.

Now though, as Rhuarc crept up behind the Briarheart warrior who led this bunch of rabid lunatics, and slipped his arm around the man’s throat to hold him still while he ripped the strange replacement heart out of the half-undead creature’s chest, he wondered exactly what kind of magic these people used that let them replace an otherwise healthy man’s beating heart with the poisoned seed of a Briarheart tree. And what special kind of lunacy allowed someone to undergo it willingly. Perhaps it wasn’t willing though? What did he know about these people?

As the orc’s fingers curled around the prickly seed that was about the size of an apple, the magic of it felt at once too cold and too hot; the way white hot metal feels in that moment of pure shock if you touch it by accident before the pain kicks in. He released the disgusting ‘heart’ and it fell with a splatter of gore onto the snowy carpet covering the cosy little platform, from where the man ruled over his clan of Forsworn. Rhuarc would have to find a scrap of cloth to wrap it in so that it didn’t leak everywhere between there and the city of Markarth, but he was looking forward to depositing it directly into the stuffy old steward’s lap as proof of the kill and the contract fulfilled.

The Briarheart warrior went instantly limp in his arms and Rhuarc laid him down silently on the frozen ground, already starting to plan his next move. A shout went up a second later from somewhere to his right — his blind side — and an arrow pinged off the bastion wall beside him. With a curse, he rolled and ducked behind the hide wall of the leader’s large tent, breathing hard. Of course he’d missed one of them, and if she alerted anyone else, or that lurking hagraven, Rhuarc was fucked. He was tired. And cold. His joints weren’t quite what they had once been, and his muscles were seizing with the cold and from crouching in dark doorways and corners on the long and winding way up to reach this part of the secret redoubt.

With a careful peek around the support structure of the leader’s tent, he realised that this new Forsworn hadn’t actually spotted him properly yet, and he hefted the haft of his war axe in his hand. Throwing a weapon away was never a great idea, but he didn’t have a bow on him, and if he called magicka to his hands, a hagraven would certainly sense it. Not a chance he wanted to take, and given that the place was called Hag’s End, he thought it pretty fucking likely that there was one of the bird-legged, psychotic matriarchs of the Forsworn roosting up at the top of the complex on that balcony almost directly above him.

So, he drew back his arm and sent the blade of his war axe whirling away to bite into the breastbone of the Forsworn before she could spot him or cry out again. She fell with the clatter and rattle of bone and fur armour, her silly antlered headdress skittering away behind her, and he was off running immediately to release the weapon from her corpse and seek a new hiding place in case the commotion had drawn others.

As it was, Rhuarc crouched for a long few minutes behind the gruesomely-displayed corpse of an elk that had been partly taxidermied by the cold and stuck on a stake, with his breath billowing all around him, and the stillness of snow in the air. Had he got them all? He was spattered all up one side of his body with blood and even had a red streak in his otherwise white hair that he’d shaved close to his skull above his ears and left long enough to tie back into a ponytail on top. What a mess. Still, it would be worth the groaning bag of coin he was going to get for clearing the whole bloody encampment and making The Reach a little bit safer for travellers.

Just as he’d begun to relax, half thinking of getting the girls each a new dress with his earnings, a scream like nothing he’d ever heard before tore the silence in two and his blood went cold.

It had come from the balcony above him where a spar of stonework jutted out into the winter sky like the bowsprit of a ship, and it hadn’t been the harsh shriek of a hagraven. The scream had come from a woman in blind, abject terror, and the sound of it shocked him back to his feet before he’d even realised it.

Rhuarc thundered up the stone stairs behind him and shouldered open the carved doors of the inner sanctum of the tomb, plunging into the relative darkness without stopping to think.

Not thinking was a sure way to get himself killed, and by some miracle of the fates, he skidded to a halt just in time to avoid a pressure plate in the floor that would no doubt have unleashed some kind of magical or poisoned trap on him. Whoever lived here clearly didn’t let just anyone inside, and blundering around like a panicked mammoth wasn’t going to help anyone.

“Think, you thick-skulled orc,” he growled at himself, chest heaving and heart pounding in his ears like a war-drum. He was only a few heartbeats away from slipping into that infamous, orcish berserker rage, and he never ever wanted to find himself on the far end of a state of mind like that again. Caked in blood and viscera and surrounded by an array of corpses with no memory of how they had been felled… He shuddered and forced himself to steady his breathing before moving on.

What he confronted as he wound his way carefully and methodically through the dark, blood-stained hallways of the upper Nordic tomb proved to be as great a test of his prowess with blade and his magic as any he’d ever faced in his forty-six years.

Savage witches clad in long, magicka-laced, black robes hurled spells and curses at him that he only just dodged or warded in time to sink his axe into their skulls, but what made his skin crawl the most was the hagraven who seemed to be taunting him, letting him get one or two shots in before a swirl of purple and black magic enveloped her and she vanished to somewhere else in the complex.

Was she an illusion? Had he lost his mind or, worse, accidentally imbibed some poison from one of his victims that was making him hallucinate? He’d spotted enough deadly mushrooms growing in the dank corners of the dungeon that the suspicion remained, even as he ploughed on through the coven of crazed witches towards the woman who had let out that heart-rending scream.

Just as he sensed he was gaining the top of the tower, the hagraven disappeared amid a final storm of eerie, flickering magicka, leaving him alone in an echoing chamber at the top of a staircase lined with mortuary shelves.

Over to his left, an arcane enchanting table crackled with residual magicka from a recent use, the blueish runes on its onyx surface glowing in the dim light, and on his right, an ancient monument reared up like a tombstone, carved with a script he couldn’t read. He had no time for any of that, and paused just long enough with his hand on the last door to gather his breath and the last ragged remains of his strength, before shoving all his weight into swinging them open and stepping out onto the snowy balcony beyond.

A blast of freezing air hit him full in the face, but it wasn’t the cold that stole his breath and his senses.

There on a low, wide, stone altar, a Nord woman had been bound hand and foot, stretched out and completely naked, and she was thrashing weakly despite the wounds at her wrists and ankles from the ropes. Tears tracked pale lines through the dirt on her face and her bare chest heaved with broken, choking sobs as she arched her back in futile protest.

Over her prone figure loomed the emaciated figure of a hagraven with a glinting, black dagger raised in her taloned hands.

Rhuarc didn’t think.

He hurled a bolt of ice at the creature, and might have been surprised to find that it had actually struck her right in the stomach if he hadn’t already been concentrating on drawing the ambient moisture into his hand to freeze into another shard of ice as thick as a tree limb. The hagraven let out a shriek that should have made his ears bleed, and hurled a fireball at him for the indignity of him getting a hit in first.

Searing flames exploded all around him and he smelled singeing, though he wasn’t sure if it was his fur armour or his own skin, and he didn’t care. He leapt forwards, diving into a roll in the snow to douse any lingering flames, and as he came up he launched a second spike of ice directly at the hagraven’s weathered, distorted face. Her black, beady eyes narrowed and she bared rotten teeth with a snarl as she clenched her clawed hand and prepared to fling a second fireball at him.

Rhuarc had closed the distance between them in a few powerful strides though, and before she’d finished the spell, he grabbed her by her flimsy arm and felt the snap of it breaking in his grip as he yanked her away from the altar. Before she could even muster a screech, he lopped her head off with his axe. He didn’t stop to watch her abandoned carcass slide over the edge of the parapet, down into the void of snow and cooling corpses below, and turned instead to the woman laid out on the table.

The dagger had fallen from the hagraven’s claws to land beside her right hand and she was reaching frostbitten fingers for it.

“Easy,” Rhuarc said, holstering his messy axe at the loop on his belt and realising he probably looked as frightening as the hagraven had. Six foot six and broad as a barn door at the shoulder, Rhuarc now had blood all up his face from one of the witches, a nasty burn on his shoulder that was only just now making itself known, and a long cut on his abdomen that was oozing blood down his solid paunch. As he’d got older, he’d lost the iron definition he’d had in his youth, but he was probably the strongest now that he’d ever been in his life.

No wonder the woman was staring wild-eyed at him like he was some animal barbarian, but his heart physically hurt in his chest when he saw the welts and bruises standing out starkly on her pale, Nordic complexion. Her long, midnight black hair was loose and lank and greasy, her lip was split and swollen, and there was a vibrant, purple bruise all around her left eye socket. Those dark brown eyes glared up at him with fierce defiance though, and her fingers found the hilt of the knife.

He smiled. “I know I look a sight,” he said in a low, quiet rumble, holding both hands up, bloody palms towards her. “I’m gonna help you though. Let’s get you healed up and out of here. I’m not sure what you can wear though…”

“My… My clothes are in… were in… a chest… in there,” she croaked, twitching her head slightly towards the chamber he’d just left. The swelling in her lip clearly made talking painful, and she sounded like she hadn’t had any water for days. That, or the thick, raw, red line around her throat was responsible, flanked by distinct, finger-sized bruises the colour of a ripe plum. It made his orc blood boil to see marks like that on a person’s body, but he made himself focus on the more immediate task of helping her.

“Alright. I’ll untie you — may I use that dagger?”

She nodded and reluctantly let her fingers go loose again. With the rope lashed so tightly around her wrist, she didn’t have enough purchase to lift her hand free of the hilt, so Rhuarc carefully slid his bloody fingers underneath hers and he eased the blade out.

Concentrating, he sawed steadily through the thick rope, and she hissed as she flexed her fingers when the rope finally sheared and one arm came free. The raw chafing showed him just how hard she’d fought her captors, and he found the warmth of pride glowing in the pit of his stomach for this stranger and her resilience. Methodically, Rhuarc moved his way around the table to free her ankles next before finally cutting the ropes binding her left arm to the cold table, and all the while keeping his eyes off her naked body as best he could.

“We need to get you somewhere sheltered. Can you sit up?”

She tried valiantly when he asked, but her strength failed her in a rush and she slumped back down with a gasp.

Rhuarc dropped the knife to the stone at his feet and stuck his right hand under her head just in time to stop her cracking her skull on the stone platform of the altar, and he cradled her lolling head in the palm of his hand. His already-bruised knuckles clunked against the altar under the full weight of her head as she surrendered at last, spent.  

“Easy,” he said. “I’ve got some magic. I’m going to heal you, alright? Keep steady, then we’ll find you some clothes and get you out of here.”

Her dark eyes rolled as the golden light of healing magic washed around her, and she slumped at last into unconsciousness.

Rhuarc picked her up with detached efficiency and carried her out of the biting wind and back into the tower that formed the top part of the tomb’s inner sanctum, marvelling at the Nord’s resilience to the cold. He knew that her people were tougher than most humans in these conditions, but still, with everything she’d been through, she probably should be dead.

Her small body was soft where many Nords were made of hard muscle, and he suspected that she had not been raised to be a fighter. That the Forsworn would snatch her away from whatever battle-free life she’d led before and defile her like this made his blood sing all over again and his hands itched to sink his axe into a nice, crunchy, Forsworn skull. He let the thought go with a growl around his thick tusks and shouldered the doors open.

With her pressed against his bare chest, he felt the tingle of magic in her blood too, and he recalled the way her body had drunk his own restoration magic down like water poured onto dry sand. Perhaps the fact that she was probably a mage had been why the hagraven had been about to sacrifice her in that unholy ritual.

Inside the echoing, stone room with the enchanting table, Rhuarc found the chest she’d mentioned, and he crouched down awkwardly in front of it with her half-draped across his lap, her naked body propped up by his right arm. He really didn’t want to have to use one of the beds in the tower that the witches had clearly slept in, but if the woman needed to rest, then he would stay with her and see that she was safe.

Just as he was fiddling one-handed with the catch of the chest, which luckily wasn’t locked, she drew in a deeper breath and came-to with a mewling sob of discomfort. Her bare legs were touching the floor and the room wasn’t much warmer than the air outside because of a huge hole in the ceiling, but at least they were out of the wind.

“I know,” he said without looking at her. “I’m going to find you something to wear. Just give me a second.”

“Thank you,” she rasped, and the sound became a sob as she squirmed in his arms, trying to curl inwards on herself. Whether that was to cover her naked body better or simply because she was hurting in every way humanly possible, he wasn’t sure. “Thank you. I thought that was it, when… when she… she —”

“Shh,” he said, briefly tightening his hold around her shoulders with a slight curl of his right arm, worried that if she grew too distressed, he might drop her. “It’s over now. You’re safe.”

“Thank you,” she said again, and then added with a little sniffle, “My name is Syl, by the way.”

“Rhuarc,” he grunted, finally lifting the lid of the chest. “This your stuff?”

She peered forward and nodded. An undyed linen shirt and brown trousers had been roughly stuffed into the wooden chest, along with a pair of softly-worn, fur-lined boots, a thick, fur-lined jacket, and a small alchemist’s pouch that fitted on a belt around the hips. He had something similar himself for the road, choosing to forgo the usual traveller’s pack with a bedroll and cooking pot. He hunted or foraged for what he needed and cooked it over an open fire and slept under the stars when he absolutely had to, but mostly, he actually planned his journeys to halt at an inn for the night these days, because he was too damned old now to be sleeping out of doors in the grass like a bloody wild boar. He also thought he glimpsed some linen underwear and wrappings in the chest too, but he didn’t let his gaze linger.

“You… need a hand?” he asked quietly, but she shook her head.

“I can just kneel here for a moment. I’ll be alright,” she said in a steady, if rough voice. “Thank you.”

He nodded once. “I’ll be over there,” he said, gesturing vaguely with his thumb over his left shoulder.

He helped her slide off his lap where he’d crouched beside the chest, and steadied her briefly with a hand at the small of her spine to stop her tipping backwards. Her flesh was still cold from lying out there on the table, but she couldn’t have been out there for too long before he’d found her, or she’d have died of exposure. Even a Nord couldn’t survive naked in the snow for very long.

Only then, with his rough palm pressed against the pale softness of her skin, did it strike him that it had actually been a very long time since he’d seen another naked body, and the feel of her skin beneath the calluses of his palm distantly stirred the cold embers of desire in him that had lain dormant and out of mind for longer than he cared to remember. Even for an orc, he wasn’t exactly short of people showing interest, but it just… hadn’t been something he’d wanted. Then of course, he’d found himself the adoptive father of a pair of ten and eleven year old girls, and all thoughts of romance and the so-called ‘Dibellan arts’ had evaporated completely from his life like autumn mist.

With a sigh, he banished the faint and inappropriate sensation and levered himself stiffly to his feet. As he did, he felt the cut in his lower belly pull with a sharp prick of pain and when he looked down at it, he found it already suppurating. His thick, naturally green, orcish skin had turned a nasty, angry red around the slash and something was oozing out of it that wasn’t blood. Poison. Fuck.

Glancing around the room, he wondered if there were any ingredients stashed way that the witches would have used, but he was in the wrong part of their stronghold for that and anyway, who knows what they might have been brewing in there? Thinking about what limited stocks he kept in the emergency pouch on his belt, he drew out two carefully-sealed glass bottles and tipped their contents into the cupped palm of his left hand. It was hardly ideal, but it would do for now, and he smeared it onto the open wound.

The flash of pain made him grunt, but with a soft fizzing, the powders got to work and nullified the festering poison before it could spread.

“Rhuarc?”

When he turned around at the sound of her voice, he found Syl looking at him from where she was still kneeling in front of the wooden chest.

“Are you alright?” she asked with a frown.

Her alto was still hoarse and rasping, and he wondered if she was still in pain. “I’m fine. Are you? Did I heal you enough?”

At his question, she smiled, and something in his chest slipped sideways when he saw it.

How could a woman who’d just been through the torment she had experienced still find the grace to smile like that? And at an orc of all creatures.

“Yes,” she said, and, now that she was dressed, she stood slowly; cautiously.

She wasn’t very tall for a human, perhaps five foot five at most, and her body seemed somehow even smaller in her loose-fitting, practical clothes. He could clearly see the swell of her hips though, and the definite curve of her breasts, and her dark eyes looked very large as she regarded him. In an attempt to tidy herself up, she had tied her lank, black hair back off her face in a low ponytail, but she still looked like she’d taken one hell of a battering, despite the healing magic.

And yet, there she was on her own two feet, and her resilience was suddenly as devastatingly attractive to him as were her natural good looks. Rhuarc swallowed thickly, utterly floored by what he was feeling for the first time in decades.

“You’re hurt,” she said, eyeing the wound in his stomach.

He felt her open herself up to start channelling magicka, and his own mismatching eyes went wide. “No, don’t!” he gasped, taking an involuntary step towards her and holding out both hands in a kind of warding gesture. “Please, you need to conserve your energy. I’ll heal myself in a moment. I was just waiting for the poison to work its way out first.” No point sealing up the cut with all the vileness still inside, after all.

Syl walked slowly towards him, moving like a black cat along a wall, with her gaze focused on his bare paunch.

Rhuarc’s breath caught and he froze. He couldn’t have moved so much as a muscle then, even if an army of hagravens had descended on him.

When Syl came to a halt in front of him, she brought her fingertips up to touch the fevered flesh around the wound. Very carefully, she let a tiny thread of golden magic seep into him, and he honestly did not mean to let out the noise that left his lips. He hadn’t even known he was still capable of making a sound like that.

Pleasure curled deep and visceral in his gut, both from the whisper-light contact of her fingertips against the trail of hair on his stomach, and from the way her magic coiled and twisted inside him, stitching him up from the inside out and cleansing the last of the poison’s putrefaction in the same deft stroke. She wasn’t just some hedge witch with a little magic: Syl had to be a master of the school of restoration with a healing that skilled.

“There,” she breathed. “Just looks a bit of a mess now,” she added, eyeing the blood that still covered him in a series of spatters and smears.

He couldn’t catch his breath for a moment, but he cleared his throat and stepped back. “Not much different from usual then,” he said a beat too late and painfully aware that his gruff bass sounded far more winded than when he had fought his way through the entire complex to reach her. “Thank you.”

With a long inhale, she let her hand fall back against her side and turned her big, dark eyes up to regard him. “So… what happens now?”

I hope you enjoyed this one? I'm fairly certain most people aren't going to read down to this point, so if you did, please consider reblogging it to help it find more of an audience, and give Rhuarc and Syl some love?

And if you want to learn more about how they fall in love on their journey away from Hag's End, be sure to leave me an ask or a comment! Otherwise I'll assume there's no interest and won't keep sharing it. :)

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look I respect why people don't like rings of power (unless they're just being racist and sexist, that I have no respect for), but. a character in this show said "orcs are people too" and that's all I've wanted from Tolkien's world for a very long time

#and he said it to a character who immediately put a knife to his throat #so of course i have to ship them in the kost problematic of ways #sauron who? galadriel your perfect enemies to lovers ship is right there #get you a hard working single dad #adar #rop #rings of power #daddy of orcs

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Zorroku and Peaches Part 7

And what many of you will recognize was this was originally part 4 of the old way I had this story divided up. But part three needed to be split into four parts and that last part was still so huge it should have been split into five. But I squeeked by with four. And this one too probably should have been split into two parts but I just wanted to get this rewrite redone rather quickly. So here is the new and improved part that is now part 7. Enjoy more of Zorroku's POV.

Oh and trigger warnings, depictions of infant death, in particular filicide. Just heads up.

Zorroku and Peaches

Part 7

After Zorroku had dropped his grandmother off at her tent, she gave him a small sack of incense and told him to put it into his fire tonight. And that it would kickstart the bonding process. 

He took it but instead of going to his tent, he came back to yours and simply sat outside of yours and listened. He silently wept as he could hear what songs you were singing to Ori. They were the same songs his mother had sang to him when he was little, with other songs he wasn’t familiar with but sounded beautiful and wonderful and so soothing. He appreciated that you had such a soft, soothing singing voice. It was gentle and warm, loving and caring with so much feeling. He used to think his mother’s voice was the most precious sound in the world. And then Medowne’s voice. Then Ori’s. And now yours. He would never get tired of this. He would never think for a moment that your voice, singing so softly would be anything but blissfully beautiful. 

 He could hear you cooing and bonding with her and how utterly happy Ori was. She had never been so happy before. The poor thing never did get to meet her mother. Ori had to be cut out of Medowne to keep from Ori dying with her mother. And it had been nothing but heartache and sorrow and pain ever since. And had you come at any other point, he would not have been ready to have you in his life because he was grieving so hard.

But something about moving to the summer grounds felt like he was getting a fresh new start and that maybe it was time for him to move on. And while his brothers had been much more eager to meet you than himself, the moment you came into that dining hall, you stole his heart away and he froze and just stared slack jawed at you like an idiot.

Thankfully he had recovered by the time you finally lifted your eyes. Your beautiful, shy, blue eyes. And now that you were here and had Ori, it was like you had always been here. That Ori was always supposed to be yours once Medowne passed. And while he hated that Ori had suffered her whole life so far, he felt confident that she would never have to suffer another moment. Because she had you and she had him and that’s all that they needed. She was cooing and laughing right back at you, better and louder and happier than she had ever done to him. And jealous was the farthest thing he could feel right now. It was pure relief and bliss.

He could hear his daughter’s big, bright smile in her coos and it warmed his heart and started to heal the hurt he had felt losing Medowne and struggling to care for her on his own when he felt so ill equipped and helpless to do so. He could clearly imagine the tender scene that was unfolding just on the other side of the tent wall. His prayers for a good and proper mother for Ori were answered this day. And he couldn’t have imagined ever asking for them to be answered in such style or with such perfection. 

When his grandmother- Jaseeneh had described the Black Wolf White Rock Clan and told them how to get there, she had nothing good to say about anyone there except for the one they were looking for and her family. That 'they were the only ones in the entire clan who had honor and integrity'.

She said that 'the Clan Chief and his family wore crowns of lies and appearances'. She told them that 'the Clan Chief was weak, selfish, greedy and power hungry and desperate to both keep everything he had, yet gain as much as possible. And his clan was among the dishonorable in orcdom. It was better than some, but much worse than their own'. His grandmother said 'they did business there solely to keep their own clan safe from their evil and greedy eyes and grabbing hands'. She said 'that clan was never worthy of you and your family and how you and your family came to be in that clan was a great injustice and that if it had not been for you and your family, they would have nothing to do with that clan at all'.

He couldn’t have imagined how you could be family found. Especially given his Grandmother's history, that he felt confident that he knew most of. But for you and your family to call such a clan your own or call a place home within it and not be disgusted with your life in it was a mystery. She had added that 'if they managed to liberate you and any of your family, that you would have an inheritance with her and her family and clan'. And that alone was why most of his brothers were interested. Because you were the proverbial, 'diamond in the rough' and an hieress, not knowing you had a large fortune just waiting for you to claim. And while she wouldn't show any of them any of it. His aunt Cilanthe said that an entire store room was full of nothing but future gifts for you and your family should you ever be free of that horrible clan. And that while his aunt was certain that you and your family were of no blood relation to anyone there, or to his own clan, family was still family. But that's all she could and had gathered because everyone else was extremely tight lipped about it. And now he understood why that was.

His grandmother had said that-' while you were a jewel in the crown of the Clan Chief, when he was not wearing you- to lord you over others only to use you to get what he wanted from others, you were locked up tightly. Inside high walls, looking out through tiny windows or at the sky above high walls'. She said 'that the setting to secure you in the crown was strong like solid iron. But that only the threat of a battle ax or warhammer would ever be strong enough to free you. But that if you could be free, you would protect both the wearer of the crown and his family who did not deserve such protection'- in her opinion anyway. She told them that 'the Clan Chieftess was proud, vindictive and hoarded her wealth and power and ruled through as much fear and guilt rather than respect and admiration'. And Zorroku couldn’t help but feel that she had been talking about his own adopted mother.

But his grandmother also said 'that if they could free you- that you would soon show the same protection towards your new wearer. But only if they could prove that you would not be threatened by harm, but respected and revered as the jewel you were'. And 'that your family were jewels without compare. And that while the crowns you were in were of lies. That the jewels you were- were true. And worth far more than could be comprehended'.  And he could only look back on today and realize how right she had been, about everything. 

When he had met Medowne. She was nothing like what he thought he would go for. But everything he needed. And the same thing was happening again. 

At first glance, you were nothing like what he imagined. For one you were human. But beyond that, there was so much more. You were tactful with your honesty. You were respectful, even when shown disrespect. Loyal, even when it appeared you were being abandoned. You were submissive, even to the orders that were harsh and unreasonable. You were kind and compassionate, even when you weren’t shown the kindness and compassion you deserved. You were protective of others, even when most doubted your ability to protect yourself.

And so generous, with everything you had. Either physically, even when you didn’t have a lot to be generous with. Or especially mentally and emotionally, which you had so much in those respects. And you hoarded nothing, not even very valuable intelligence. You didn’t play mind games or were manipulative or guilted anyone into anything. Even when you were scared, even when you were submitting to circumstances out of your control and forced to go into an unknown. Even when you had not known them or who they were or who they really were to you or who you really were to them. And you could only take a leap of faith and take them at their word. You sacrificed yourself to protect people who had demeaned you to the point of servitude and had given you up to save themselves. 

You were an utter and complete gift and you were still so humble that you didn’t think you were worth the trouble. 

And yet, here you were. In the tent he used to share with Medowne, in the same bathtub he had commissioned for her. With a lot of the same furnishings surrounding you. He could only hope they made you happy and help you feel at home. And that they were all yours, totally and completely. Tomorrow, he would be dropping off Medowne’s old wardrobe to Lazgar to have refitted for you. He was adamant that you would dress comfortably, and if at all possible- better than his new “aunt” Bula and her family ever did. 

Once you were out of the bath, he could hear you travel through the tent and see your shadows on the tent walls. He had to fight every instinct he had- to not come back into that tent. His instincts were to show you a “proper” Thunder Herd Clan welcome and also tuck you into bed. But the temptation to do so with him in your bed was too much for him to bear.

So he sat still and watched. So much had happened today. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, or risk scaring you off, not when Ori was so happy. He could not think of himself and his own selfish needs right now. He only needed to think about Ori’s. If you would have him, then you would make that choice, just like you had with Ori. But you had to take it of your own, not pressured, or guilted or anything. But with all freeness. 

So he just watched as once you got Ori dressed for bed and put a nightgown on yourself. He watched as you went around the tent and put out the lanterns while also throwing extra logs onto the fire but closing the lids so that the light wasn’t so bright and waited until he could hear Ori and yourself fall asleep. 

He prayed on the other side of the tent wall where the sacred sculptures were and prayed for your sleep to be blessed. To only have good dreams from now on. And for your generosity and compassion and kindness that you showed to others, especially Ori- return to you a hundredfold. And that if the gods would bless his relationship with you, he would love you, respect you, praise you, dignify you and satisfy you to the best of his desire and ability. And that if the gods did not wish for him to be your mate in life, for himself to find peace and contentment in that decision. But that for them to guide you for the best possible suitor for yourself. And then he thanked them for all that they had done, in helping you finally come here, and save his daughter’s life.

He made sure to hear that you were asleep before he tied the tent flap closed on the outside too. But that once you would wake up. You could easily untie it from the inside and get out but that it would be impossible for anyone to get into that tent without you first letting them in. 

He went to his tent and put the incense on his own firepit and barely had gotten undressed before an intense sleepiness clouded his head and he collapsed in bed. 

He awoke in his dream to see you dancing next to a fire. His brothers and friends and cousins were around, hooting and hollering as you and other female dancers danced around the flames. His eyes would not leave you for anything. The fire made your hair look like more flames, the cream of your skin was a sharp contrast to the gorgeous sunset all around you and maybe it was his imagination but it was as if your eyes glowed blue. 

Then he heard Ori cooing before you broke away from the dancers to go and get her. You easily smiled brightly and cooed at her before you brought her back over around the flames, making sure nothing either of you were wearing would ever be at risk of catching fire. Your movements simplified because you were holding her but the rhythm stayed the same. Your hips still struck those beats like the two orcish women on dancing drums were striking their feet against the drums. Every time you came around the fire closer to him, you would smile and have Ori waive at him. 

And he couldn’t help but get up and join you. He felt like it was so long since he last danced. But the rhythm was hypnotic and when his body joined yours around the flames, suddenly you were both dancing together and with Ori. And as much fun as that was, to feel your body move with his to the music was making him feel love drunk and yet the movements came so naturally to him. He could smell the scent of the soap you used, the shampoo and conditioner and the hair oils over the scent of smoke from the fire. And even the way your body reacted to the perfume you were wearing, taking something common yet making extraordinary because it was on you. 

The feel of your sweat on the parts of your body that were exposed seemed to help your body stick to his. Then you laid your head back on his chest as move his arms around you, under Ori to help hold her up but also to keep you close as your entire backside seemed to be glued to his front. And he was both embarrassed yet proud his cock was hard and pressing along the cleft of your ass. And it only breathed his lust for you to burn brighter in his body and mind while his love for you consumed him completely. It just felt so good. He was almost deliciously overwhelmed with feelings and urges that he never thought would ever awaken in him again.

The song seemed to fade and you turned in his embrace and stood on tip toe as his head ducked down and met your kiss. And just as he deepened it, the feel of the hot flames of the fire next to him seemed to fade before you smiled and took his hand and led him away. He stared at the way your hair had seemed to become living rose gold, as the flicker of the flames danced in the shine of your curls. Then after only a few steps he was in his marriage tent.

He happily held Ori as you stripped out of your clothes and took Ori back before you undressed her and got into the bathtub and it seemed to be an unspoken command that he got out of his own clothes and stepped into the hot water and laid down before you sat down in his lap with Ori still on you. 

Now that all three of you were in the bath, Ori wasted no time and was happily nursing again. She was so chunky now. So happy and healthy. Her long lashes and dark curly hair, a beautiful contrast to her intense blue skin. You laid back against him as the two of you watched as Ori ate her second supper. 

“Thank you.” He whispered before he kissed your cheek and held you both fast against him. 

“Thank you.” You murmured back as you kissed his cheek in turn before turned his head and reached up to gently caress your face but keep your head turned to kiss you more. The kiss started off soft and sweet but quickly morphed to passionate and hungry. Ori finished with one breast and cooed before you broke the kiss to turn your attention back to her to move her from one breast to the other before you turned in his lap, bringing your knees up to help cradle her in your lap as he cradled you in his. And now that you were turned, he could kiss you again, a lot easier and much more comfortably. 

Ori’s excited kicks to his chest seemed to make you both smile and laugh into the kiss. But it seemed Ori just wanted to get the last of her energy out by using his other peck that you weren’t laying against, as a jumping board for a little bit before her kicks stopped. You both looked down to see her fast asleep and using your breast as her pillow. She was still smiling in her sleep and he helped you quickly wash her and then massage some more oils into her skin before he helped pull the bassinet closer to the bathtub to help put her in it and wrap her in a warm towel before you gently laid her in it and once she was safe and secure, you turned yet again, this time straddling his waist and sunk down over his cock that had been straining up between his legs under you. 

You both moaned when you sank down onto him. The feeling of your wet heat enveloping him as if his cock was always meant to find it’s rightful place in your pussy was such a divine feeling. You eventually rode his cock so intensely that the water was splashing out of the tub and Ori’s bassinet had to be pushed far enough back that water wouldn’t get into her bassinet. Otherwise he didn’t care at all about any mess the two of you were making because you were kissing him passionately and your soft but strong body was pressed against his. Your breasts were leaking milk and making the water cloudy. Your skin was slippery yet silky and his hands were on your hips, moving them over his own. His fingertips digging into the soft, supple flesh of your hips and that glorious ass of yours. 

“Zushku, I’m so close.” You whimpered softly when his mouth moved from yours to leave a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck and to your chest before he grabbed one lusciously plump breast into his mouth to get a taste of that sweet, rich milk of yours that was fattening up his daughter so well and turning her from sick, to the epitome of health. 

“Almost there Bella.” He growled before he flipped you around in the tub and had you lay back against the back of the tub and got a towel and pushed it to the bottom of the tub for his knees as he held you in his arms to keep you joined and then once you were laying back and he was on his knees, he held your hips tightly and started pistoning his strokes into you. Your breasts jiggled and your belly bounced before you pulled yourself up and wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders as he sat back so you’d be in his lap better but continued his onslaught as his arms wrapped possessively around you. 

“Zushku!” You whimpered and keened before Ori stirred before he playfully bit down at the crux of your neck and shoulder causing you to gasp then sigh. 

“Shh, you’ll wake the baby.” He whispered into your ear. 

“Especially while you try to give me another one.” You purred in his ear before you bit down onto his ear, aligning your eyeteeth with his piercings and he could feel your teeth touch and that pleasured pain was so sexy and only drove him harder. He started fucking you so hard, he feared all the water was about to be on the floor around the tub. 

“Zushku!” You moaned and keened as your fingernails clawed at his back and shoulders before you bit down at the crux of his neck and shoulder to silence your pleasured cry of release. Your legs had already wrapped around his waist and now your whole body shivered and shuddered as inwardly your pussy fluttered and constricted around him and milked him and with one last thrust of himself in- he let his seed plant itself as deep into your womb as possible. 

He barely registered the dream changing to suddenly it was morning and he was waking up with you in his arms and Ori in yours, getting her breakfast as he was spooning you and with a crack of his eye opening- he could see Ori at your breast, he had no idea how old she was but she had doubled in size and was at least a month or two older. 

“Good morning Daddy.” You cooed before you grinded your ass into his morning wood. 

“Good morning Mama.” He practically purred as he buried his face into your hair and shoulder and took a deep breath in of your glorious scent. 

“I had the most amazing dream last night.” You prompted. 

“Mmm?” He hummed curiously. 

“I had a dream the baby was a boy. Blue skin like his father, red hair like his mother. Very cute, popular with all the girls.” You giggled before he reached around you and could feel the seed he had just planted already taken root and growing and the swell was larger than his hand. 

“I’m sure he will be. You’ve had dreams it’s a boy ever since we found out you were with child. In fact it was the dreams that tipped you off that you were pregnant in the first place.” He murmured proudly as his heart swelled with pride and any fears he had normally felt when Medowne was with child, were no longer felt. Like he was sure that you were going to bring this baby to term happily and in full health. 

“Maybe it’s a sign we’re having one, what about you?” You posed. 

“I just keep having dreams about my gorgeous wife.” He smiled. 

“Can’t escape me?” You teased with a bright smile. 

“You were never something to escape from. Escape to? Always.” He reassured you. 

“Aww, thank you.” You cooed before you turned your head to kiss him softly. 

“But you haven’t had any dreams about the new baby yet?” You pressed. 

“Not yet. I’m sure I will. Honestly, I don’t care either way. A son would be a gift. Another daughter, a blessing. A happy, healthy wife? Always the goal.” He reassured you as he hugged you tight then relaxed and just happily watched Ori eat, still half asleep herself. Her chubby cheeks and cute little nose and her gorgeously long eyelashes and thicker, dark curly hair- she was so cute. The cutest baby girl he had ever seen and she was his. And her mother the most strikingly beautiful woman he had ever known and even though all Ori did was nurse from you- he couldn’t help but see the similarities between you and her as he wondered if your milk was helping her become more and more yours by the day.  

“Well I know how you can make me happier.” You hinted with another grind against his morning wood. 

“Well whatever Mama wants, Mama gets.” He immediately answered as he reached under the covers to untie the draw string of his pajama bottoms and pull up the short nighty you were wearing and shoved your underwear down and with a few teasing strokes of his fingers as you mewled and arched into his touch as you were already sopping wet in anticipation. 

“How long have you been awake and wanting me?” He asked as he readily wiped your essence on himself and guided his cock into you as you crossed your ankles and hooked your feet behind his knees for traction and stabilization. 

“For at least an hour. Ori has been a very slow eater this morning but I didn’t want to wake you, you’ve had your hands full lately.” You answered. 

“I’ve told you, when you need me, you wake me up, damn the time.” He urged you as he hiked his hips up and finally sheathed himself into you as your essences gushed around him. 

“Oh you poor thing, you should have woken me up sooner.” He rumbled, both happy that his wife desired him so much, she was literally gushing in her essences for him to be joined to her, yet sorry that you waited so long. 

“Next time I will.” You insisted as you gently rocked back into him and met him thrust for thrust as his hands began to massage your neck, shoulders and back and your moans of pleasure were music to his ears. 

“Gods you’re too good to me.” You sighed happily. 

“No such thing, there is nothing that is too good for you.” He rumbled as he kissed your shoulder and your neck and tried to turn your head. 

“Morning breath?” You winced as you hesitated in kissing him. 

“Has it ever bothered me?” He asked. 

“Well you haven’t said anything…” 

“Because it doesn’t bother me. Does mine bother you?” He asked. 

“No.” You shook your head. 

“Then kiss me.” He urged before you turned your head and reached back to kiss him over your shoulder. 

“How did you get so good at that?” You wondered as you stared lovingly at him.

“It has everything to do with who I’m kissing.” He answered before he sped up the pace and reached around you to your mound to tap and rub at your nub with now practiced ease and in what felt like a small eternity yet almost instantaneous, you came in a shuddering keen as your body did that adorable little shudder and with just a few more strokes, he was emptying his seed into you. 

“I’m sorry I’m so insatiable.” You apologized. 

“Oh hush. No such thing. If my brothers can bed multiple bedroom servants a day, I can do the same with my beautiful, wonderful and amazing wife.” He reassured you. 

“I just don’t want to wear you out.” You murmured worriedly. 

“Nope. I’m fully rested and rejuvenated. You can try your best to wear me out in any way you want to.” He volunteered with a happy smile. 

“Even if it’s taking me all the way up the mountain in the fall?” You asked. 

“Oh yeah, you’re gonna love it. It’s worth it. I just hope the horses don’t spook and take you for more of a ride than you want to take. Lazzare should be done with your pregnancy saddle by then so it’ll feel like you’re in a pillow the whole way up.” He reassured you as he used his own pajamas to clean up the mess he made just as Ori was done nursing and seemed to wake up for the day and started cooing and jabbering at him as she got up and crawled over to him, her big, wide smile showing off her tiny little tusks and the beginnings of her baby teeth starting to come through. 

“My saddle that I have now is fine.” You countered as you rolled onto your back as he took the soiled pajama pants and tossed them over to the laundry hamper. 

“No, trust me. It’s fine for a quick ride for an hour or two. But after five or six, it’s gonna be hard. And especially when pregnant women have to stop frequently to pee anyway. Having a special sponge right there on the saddle there to soak it up so you don’t have to stop will be a blessing.” He assured you. 

“So it’s not weird?” You asked. 

“Nope, not at all.” He reassured you as he got Ori from you as he sat her down on his chest so she could play with his face, in particular his braids and beads and tusks. 

“At first it will feel weird. But once you get used to it, it’s nothing. And you’re going to love the caves. They’re gorgeous and because of all the salt, it’s all really clean too. The smelliest things in those caves are the mammoths that they keep in the larger natural caverns like we keep the horses in corralls. But otherwise, everything is very clean, neat and organized. Now granted, keeping all the animals with us will be hard. Because they’ll need frequent trips to the waste cavern. But otherwise, they’ll be fine.” He said as he eyed a red wolf that was nearby and sleeping on a dog bed next to the bed with its packmates. 

He helped you get dressed and Ori get dressed. 

“She’s grown out of her clothes again, this barely fits her.” You reminded him as you tried to push Ori’s chubby arms through the sleeves of a top before you gave up and tried another one that was now too big on her but you’d rather they be too big than too small. 

“Ok. We’ll get her more.” He readily said as you grabbed a stack of fabric and he grabbed a few handfuls of one of the huge chests of money the two of you had as you put all the clothes that were that size away into another trunk with all of her other clothes she had grown out of so that a future daughter could wear them some day. You dropped the fabrics and the money off at Lazgar’s to get new clothes made for her as she measured Ori, and smiled when Ori was finally the right size for her age and even just a bit bigger than usual. 

Once the two of you were done there, you went to Arob who was happy to see you both. 

“Everything ok?” She asked. 

“Yes, just curious about the baby. I keep having dreams that it’s a boy but Zorroku isn’t having anything either way. Are they far enough along that you can tell?” You asked hopefully. 

“Well I can try.” She said before she had you lay down as he took Ori from you before she cast a special spell to show your womb and enlarge the babies there and both of you gasped softly when you saw two there. One on each side of the womb and each with it’s own placenta so that they wouldn’t wrap around each other and risk hurting each other. But they were side by side and looked like they were playing through the walls of their placenta. 

“Well congratulations, they’re twins!” Arob cheered happily before she moved the angle down. 

“Peaches, you are not having just a boy,” Arob began with a scheming grin. 

“Oh.” You frowned. 

“You’re having two boys. They’re both boys. Both pregnancies are very stable. Both are very healthy and in about seven months, you’ll have a son at each breast.” Arob announced as you gasped and started laughing. 

“You’re right to have dreams about boys. But you need to pay attention to see exactly how many boys are in the dream. So, what names are you thinking about?” She asked excitedly. 

“Well before it was a toss up between Zunli and Urzu, but I think we get to have both, now it’s a matter of deciding who is who.” You answered happily as you reached out and held his hand tightly. 

“Are you sure she’s going to be ok? Carrying one child is already hard enough, will she be ok carrying two?” He felt the need to ask as he was feeling both excited yet anxious about it. 

“Yes, she’s fine. She’ll carry them both to full term and she and they will get through the birth just fine. We have Miss Kisska and me and all the others. She’ll have an over abundance of midwives to choose from to help her through the birth. And we should be back here by the time she does go into labor.” Arob assured him. 

“But still, we can’t be too careful right?” He asked. 

“Zushku, I’m grown, I don’t need you babying me. I’ll be fine.” You reassured him. 

“But…” He still contested. 

“Zorroushku, I’ll be ok. You haven’t left my side since we found out I was pregnant. I doubt I’ll be doing anything dangerous enough to put the babies at risk.” You reminded him as Arob snickered at the tone you were using and the fact that you were using his full name. 

“Maybe we should geld Jasper.” Zorroku began. 

“Don’t you dare. He’s perfectly tame the way he is. I want more horses just like him and the whole herd practically parts for me every time I approach any of them. Every animal in the clan knows I’m with child and they are always extra cautious. The same way they are around every other woman also seems to be with child too. I’ll be fine. It’s going to be ok.” You shook your head no. 

“I know you’re scared and anxious because of your past. But she is not Medowne. And these boys are not the other babies Medowne tried to bear. Just because you were unfortunate enough to lose her and her other babes, doesn’t mean you’ll suffer the same misfortune again. Look for yourself. The babies are good sized, they’re healthy, they’re in separate placentas, which is always the safest for twins. Her womb is large enough and strong enough to bear them easily and to full term. Her hips are wide and strong and the delivery won’t be too much on her. Don’t let worry or anxiousness steal your joy about this. Trust your wife and her body and heart and soul and mind. Especially about this. If she says she’ll be fine. I have every faith that she will be. Have the same faith.” His grandmother urged him. 

And then all too soon he was helping you up onto Jasper, with your pregnancy saddle. 

“Ooh, this is really nice.” You praised as you tested the cushions and then let go of the little tie to let your womanhood rest on the special sponge there. 

“See? Told you.” He smiled proudly before he double checked the rest of the saddle. 

“You buck her off, you’re dinner.” He threatened Jasper who snorted indignantly in response.  

“He doesn’t mean that Jasper. He just wants you to be the same wonderful steed you’ve always been. I know you’ll be wonderful for me as always.” You cooed to Jasper as you reached out over Ori who was in a special mother’s riding sling on your chest and your own pregnant belly to pet Jasper on the neck as Jasper looked back at you as he nuzzled your leg with his nose then promptly walked over to the last tall grasses to get some last minute fresh grass. 

Zorroku got on his own horse and made sure all of his belongings had been packed as the tent was being taken down as servants were getting everything prepared to travel before he noticed griffins also wearing packs were led over to you and their leads were put onto Jasper’s saddle as pet mountain lions with collars were laying in the dark shade with that wolf pack again, except for the red wolf who was sitting next to where Jasper was standing. 

In only another moment, he was riding up the familiar trail to the Blizzard Mountain Clan city in the mountains with you in front of him on the trail as the wolves and mountain lions were off trail, hunting some game while also providing protection for all of you as they ran around the forrest to make sure no other predators tried to prey on the livestock. Then he heard you make a sick groaning moan. 

“You ok?” He asked. 

“The twins are either playing really roughly with each other or are fighting their first battle with each other for space. They haven’t stopped since we got on the trail. I think my guts and ribs and pelvis have bruises. And Ori keeps jerking her head with every sound and is taking my tit in her mouth with her. It’s one or the other Ori, you can’t nurse while also swiveling your head around to look at everything. Mommy’s boobs are big but not that big.” You gently chided Ori between wrapping your free arm around your belly and when the trail allowed for it, he got next to you to see your belly moving wildly. It was very clear to his careful and watchful eye that the twins were in fact either playing very roughly or fighting, even when you had your belly wrapped just for the ride. 

“I think they’re unhappy with the wrap, did you wrap it too tightly?” He asked. 

“I may have.” You answered before he reached over and untied it and took it off before the boys settled down a bit and you sighed in relief. 

“Better?” He asked as he put it into a saddle bag. 

“Better, thank you.” You thanked him. 

And suddenly he was joining you in your dream that you were having of the Mountain Blizzard Clan’s fortress in the mountains. It was carved out of the pink salt deposits. He was just so happy and content that you were happy and content as he helped you learn the layout and not get lost.

The whole mountain range had been tunneled out and you could move freely in the mountains and from one to another through a series of tunnels and there was a huge city underground, safe from the super cold mountain temperatures outside, especially in the winter. And because of all the smoke from all the fires, heating the tunnels, the tops of the mountains looked like smoking volcanoes to anyone looking from the outside in which helped to keep most others away. But for the Mountain Blizzard clan and the other clans that called this mountain range home. It was all just one big, mechanical wonder since each mountain seemed to have several deposits of either salt or marble or semiprecious and precious stones and thanks to hot springs and cold springs, it all had working plumbing too as pipes of copper bored through salt deposits so no one would get sick from drinking salt laden water.

And he couldn’t be happier to show you off as his wife to anyone and everyone around. Of course, to see you do the same thing and show him off as your husband was just as wonderful. He was never more proud of that fact and to practically brag that not only had he put “a bun in the oven” already but had put 2 in there was always received with congratulations and well wishes from all who heard it. And as your belly progressed, he happily would stand behind you and gently reach his hands under your belly and lift his sons while they were in utero to give your body a break from the pressure of carrying them as they got bigger and heavier.

But before he could get very far, he woke up back in his bed with nothing but a huge mess in his lap. He didn’t think his balls could hold this much seed in them. It was as if they had exploded several times over and he almost hated to waste it because his mind and heart and instincts were practically screaming at him that such precious seed needed to be planted in the proper “field”. But for future seed to hopefully be planted there, he was content to let this seed to go to waste. Someday. Hopefully soon. He could only hope that you had good dreams and woken up or would wake up in peace this morning. 

Meanwhile you woke up refreshed and invigorated and nursed Ori again. Ori woke up briefly and was happy to get her diaper changed the moment you smelled sulfer and knew she was passing Grat's milk and you didn't want that practically poisoned mess on her skin. Ori got to nurse again after her diaper change and then promptly fell back asleep once her tummy was full again. 

You just couldn’t believe that the day before really was a reality. It all wasn’t a dream. You really were a free woman with a daughter of your own with more suitors than you knew what to do with. Which, granted, you knew exactly what you wanted to do with most of them and also knew what you wanted to do even more with the only one that remained in your mind and heart. Even after only a day. He had made the best possible impression and even without your dreams and without Ori- you were more and more drawn to him with every passing moment. However, Ori seemed to really seal the dreams even when you could pass the dreams off as fantasies.

But still, those dreams last night had you waking up with the happiest smile on your lips as you cuddled with your daughter this morning. Who, even after just a few nursing sessions, was looking better already. Maybe it was wishful thinking but her cheeks looked just a bit chubbier now. And she seemed to have just a little more fat to her skinny limbs. Her skin was still the softest baby skin you had ever felt in your life. You were pretty sure it was from the almost ridiculously fine bathing supplies that had been used on her. Her hair was even just a bit thicker and little longer too as her once previous thin lashes seemed even just a bit fuller and longer too. She was such a precious little baby. She was so cute, even when she was so little and so sick. But hopefully yesterday was the sickest she would ever be. You could tell by the early morning light you could see streaming in from the mesh at the top of the tent that it should still be early enough for everyone to still be sleeping.

But you had a plan. There was a river close by and when you had taken a look into it yesterday, it was teaming with fish and hopefully- your prize, crawfish. Which were tiny little fresh water lobsters. You were pretty sure you had enough chili peppers to make pepper water to boil them in. And you wanted to serve them to Yotul as soon as you could and it was still early enough in the morning that they could easily be caught. 

So once Ori was done nursing and fell back asleep, you bundled her up. But you could only shake your head slightly when she had no less than a dozen different fursuits herself. Of every fine fur there was. Most babies were lucky to get one and it was usually a cheap fur because babies were babies and made messes and you needed a cheap fur to keep them warm yet easy to clean and if need be, cheap to replace. She had so many baby clothes period. You were spoiled for choice of what to put her in. She even had silk diapers. Most babies had cotton diapers, usually flannel ones because flannel was very soft. 

But no, Ori had silk diapers. Nicer silk than Bula usually wore in her dresses. And Zushku, wait, no, Zorroku, his name was Zorroku or Zorroushku. You had to remember that and not call him by a name he had not given you permission to call him by. But her father put her in silk. Everything was silk or the the softest cotton or cotton blends. Even velvet! She had velvet clothes! You figured she was her daddy’s little princess but not quite like this. She even had jewelry. She had more jewelry than both of Grecko’s wives combined! Had they raided goblins? Or the fae? Because this jewelry was meant for very small sized people.

And then the thought that maybe he had gotten all of this for her, expecting to bury her at any moment and wanted her to be buried with the same love and care and honor and glory that he most likely buried her mother with. That made the most sense. You wondered if you could ever talk about it with him. 

But for now, you needed to get her dressed and yourself dressed and wade into that river to get crawfish. You emptied a large basket out and stuffed a big pillow in there and rolled up one of her blankets around the edge so that Ori wouldn’t hurt herself on the harsh insides of the basket. And then you bundled her up in a blanket and then put on one of her fursuits so she’d still be plenty warm as she continued to sleep in the basket.

You untied your tent flap from the inside and brought it down only to see a second one up that you did not remember putting up. But it was tied in such a way from the outside that no one should have been able to get it open from the outside. 

“Zushku.” You grinned when you realized he must have come back after he dropped his grandmother off and tied this closed for your safety while you were in the bath and didn’t hear him but didn’t want to alarm you that you were naked or perhaps vulnerable and interrupt you bonding with Ori. This was such a small, simple but powerful and thoughtful gesture.

You pulled the single cord and the knot came undone and the outside tent flap fell away as you stepped out and put Ori in her basket on the ground so you could retie the outer one, putting it into your favorite knot before you curiously walked over to Zorroku’s tent to see the same exact knot that had been on your tent flap on his own tent flap’s tie while his brothers’ ties were different. But you took the ends of the cord and tied it in the same knot you had just tied for your own tent flap. Hopefully he would see it and know it was you saying thank you as you could only hope he had good dreams last night too and blew the tent a kiss as you picked up Ori’s basket and walked away. 

You got a big bucket from the kitchen and went to the river that was close by within sight of the rest of the village. You packed your knife for protection just in case. And for Razor, you let him fly free to get used to the area. You left Ori on the riverbank in a large basket. Just in case you slipped and fell into the cold water, she would not get wet or worse- risk drowning. 

You took your skirt and made shorts out of your skirt so you could wade into the deeper water, ignoring the cuts and scrapes and bruises on your legs from falling out of that pine tree yesterday. You used the bright morning light to catch the crawfish. Your own blessings helped you see them very quickly and easily. Which you would have been able to do without the blessings since this river was practically crawling in them. In just an hours you caught over a hundred of them. You could set traps for them and catch them all the time. But as you hunted and caught the crawfish, soon, several crows flew in and sat in the trees above you, greeting you with their loud ‘hi!’ and ‘hello!’s.

“Shh! You’ll wake up Ori. I’ll get to you in a minute.” You told them and they obeyed as you focused on the crawfish.

Meanwhile Zorroku had woken up when you blew that kiss to him, feeling like he was kissing you in his dreams one moment and then waking up to find himself kissing air. He went to open the tent flap and found a double bow knot as he realized you must be awake, enough to know that he must have been the one to close the outer tent flap for you and you came back to his to leave this as a message.

Hopefully you took it as the protection measure it was and not as a sign that he or anyone else was trying to trap you here. He left and found the exact same knot in the ties of your tent and with a gentle tug, he undid it and found your tent empty. The candles blown out, the lingering scent of burnt incence still in the air and the bathwater now cold. But the bed was made. So he left and retied the knot and went looking for you. You weren’t in the kitchen tent and no one else’s tent tie was different.

You said you would look in the river for a little thing you called a little lobster. You were probably at the river and when he saw you, your skirts tied up to your hips, and the way the skirt was bunched made your hips look bigger and your breasts still had trouble fitting in your top but that pinch of a waist was still so sexy and you were in water up to your upper thighs and reaching into the water and pulling things out and walking over to where a bucket was submerged to drop them in and then go looking again. He saw another basket on the shoreline and figured Ori was in it and hastily walked over to you. 

“Good morning,” Zorroku greeted you as he seemed to appear out of thin air on the riverbank just as you got a crawfish in each hand but he startled you and you jumped and screamed. Before the blessings could kick in to save you from any perceived threat, you slipped on the river rocks. You let go of the crawfish in your hands as they went flying through the air behind you and fell into the water backwards. Razor dove from flying high above you and Razor’s scream woke up Ori who started crying. Zorroku was completely torn about who to go to first as you floundered in the water before you found your footing and stood back up, drenched and freezing cold, coughing and sputtering as Zorroku was trying his hardest not to laugh as he got his daughter out of her basket and onto his shoulder and waded out to you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just wanted to see how you were doing with Ori.” He apologized as he was near tears from trying not to laugh.

“It’s ok, Glashnarrah said you guys slept in late, I thought I would have things to myself this early in the morning. It’s ok, you can laugh, I can’t imagine how hilarious that just looked.” You chuckled yourself before he finally burst into the deep belly laugh he wanted to.

“Oh gods, it was so funny. Your legs just went above your head as your whole body went crazy for a minute. I really am sorry, I don’t mean to scare you, I really don’t.” Zorroku apologized profusely as Ori was still crying and reaching for you despite Zorroku’s best efforts to get her to stop.

“Baby, I am sopping wet. I can’t hold you, I’m sorry, I don’t want you to get wet either.” You tried to explain to her as you nuzzled your face next to hers to get her to stop crying which worked.

“So I take it the bug looking things in the bucket are the little lobsters?” Zorroku guessed with a grimace as he looked at them and shuddered since you had put a rock into the bucket along with water to keep it partially submerged in the water with you.

“They are,, they're name is crawfish. Real lobsters are about this big.” You nodded as you grestured to show how big their salt water cousins usually were before you suddenly saw movement in the river.

“Oh my gods!” You gasped in excitement and clapped your hands a little.   

“What?” Zorroku asked as he scanned the riverbanks for threats but didn’t see any.

“Oh I found a monster catfish! And since I’m already wet, I’m gonna catch him, get back on shore, and bring this with you please.” You bid him as you pointed to the bucket before you stalked across the river. 

Your blessings illuminated your prey in your field of vision as you could clearly see the monster of a catfish that was in a borough in the river before you looked along the banks and there were several as all of them seemed to glow in your field of vision. Oh hopefully Yotul and the rest of her family would like how you made catfish, especially Zorroku. 

Zorroku hesitantly obeyed you, but he watched you curiously as you stalked over to a hole in the river bank as you got down on your knees, the water came up to your breasts. You pulled out your very trusted blade in your free hand and raised it in the air, ready to use it. You thrust in your arm and cheered when the catfish bit down on your arm and you grabbed it’s throat from the inside and pulled it out, stabbing it in the head as hard as you could to kill it or at least stun it enough you could finish killing it on shore. Then you pulled it close to yourself since it was actually just as big as yourself. 

Zorroku just watched slack jawed as you wrestled with it before you stood up, carrying more than your body weight in a huge fish he had no idea was even there. He was now terrified to even put his feet into that river if such a monster as that was hiding under the bank of it.  You carried its dying and still wriggling body over to him with the  brightest happiest smile on your face that was as beautiful as the morning light was. 

“What the fuck is that thing?” He asked as he watched as the dying thing was still trying to topple you as you carried it across the river to the shore and was impressed as much as he was in awe yet slightly terrified of anything like that ever touching him. He waded in this river, naked on hot days and such a monster would see his pecker and bite it off thinking it was a worm!  

“This is a catfish! You see it’s whiskers?” You asked. 

“Yeah.” Zorroku nodded. 

“Cats have whiskers, this fish has whiskers, thus the name catfish.” You explained before you got it a safe space from the river bank so it wouldn’t flop back into the river and gut it with your knife right then and there. 

“You know, the more I think about it, Peaches is a pretty fitting nickname for you- because you’re sweet when you want to be but you’re a poisonous killer when you want to be too. Damn.” Zorroku praised and that got you to laugh and smile.

“Yeah, I guess I am.” You chuckled as you pulled the guts out and dropped the guts into the large bucket for the crawfish to eat on before you rinsed your arms and the knife off in the river again.

“And there’s…” You began as you took your knife and counted all the others who you could see up and down the river. 

“34 more.” You finished counting them. 

“I had always heard there were monsters in the river, I just never imagined they would be so close, or so big.” Zorroku realized. 

“How can you see them so well…wait, do your spite blessings show them to you?” He asked as you laughed again. 

“Spite blessings, I like that. That’s a very good term for them. Yes. This big guy felt like a tiny minnow in my hand when I was killing him. But these guys burrow into the mud during the winter and it’s spring so they just came out of their winter borrows and are feeding again. If the clan wanted to, you could catch them all and cook them up and have a fish fry large enough for the whole clan if you wanted to.” You revealed. 

“Well let's see how this one tastes and then we’ll see about eating the others. Little kids swim in that river. One of these guys could eat them whole if they wanted to.” Zorroku realized. 

“Nah, their throats aren’t that big and they don’t really have sharp teeth. Now a baby like Ori’s size? Oh yeah, no problem. But I doubt any mother is letting a baby Ori’s size into the water by themselves.” You waived off as you showed him the head and the throat and jaws as Zorroku just held Ori just a bit tighter. She stared in astonishment at the fish before you made sure your knife was put away. 

“Ok, now I’m done.” You announced as you got up let your wet skirts go back down around your legs and picked up the fish since Zorroku had his hands full with Ori and the bucket as you got the fish and the basket Ori had been laying in. 

Zorroku tried not to look into the bucket while Ori was on his other shoulder. While you held the fish by the gills over one shoulder like a ruck sack while you carried the basket in your other hand. Then all the crows and Razor came and the crows squeezed into the basket while Razor took up your other shoulder as they greeted you good morning again as you greeted each one by name again. 

“Are they all from Shuzug?” Zorroku asked thoughtfully as he nodded to the crows.

“Most of them, yes, I can’t imagine the foolishness they’ll contain today.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes but chuckled and smiled nonetheless. Then you just shivered and your teeth started clattering before Zorroku put his cloak over your shoulders after you took the fish off and Razor hopped off so the cloak would stay on your shoulders before he got back on once it was securely around you.

“Thanks,” you thanked him graciously even though it only covered your back and sides, your front was still open and exposed to the winds and you were pretty sure your nipples were now so hard and sharp they could cut the fabric of your dress all by themselves. 

“You’re welcome. So how did last night go?” Zorroku asked hopefully. 

“It went fine, she happily took a bath and I gave her a gentle massage to help her get sleepy and then once she nursed, she was out like a candle. And thanks to for tying that extra tent flap so securely, we weren’t disturbed once.” You answered as he ducked his head and smiled bashfully but guiltily all the same. 

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re being trapped here.” He began. 

“I don’t feel that way. Honestly it was a very sweet and kind gesture and it helped me realize just how safe I was last night. You’re more than welcome to do that from now on. I’ll sleep much better knowing that I won’t have any unexpected or unwanted visitors. I take it you saw my thank you.” You offered. 

“I did. I hoped it was a thank you and not a ‘do it again and I’ll tie your braids around your neck like a nuse’ warning.” Zorroku admitted as you laughed again. 

“No, never.” You reassured him. 

“So did you sleep at all or were you too worried about her to sleep?” You asked thoughtfully as you nodded over to Ori since your hands were full. 

“No, I slept just fine actually, because for the first time in her life, I wasn’t worried about her.” He answered. 

“Oh good.” You smiled in relief. 

“So could I ask you a few questions about Ori’s things?” You asked him hopefully. 

“Sure.” He nodded. 

“Why does Ori have silk diapers?” You asked him. 

“Because the cotton ones gave her a rash.” He answered. 

“Like she’s allergic to cotton- kind of a rash or her diaper didn’t get changed often enough and her mess stayed on her skin so long it gave her a rash?” You asked. 

“Uh, honestly, I don’t know the difference.” Zorroku answered. 

“She’s wearing cotton right now, I need to change her clothes immediately if she’s actually allergic to cotton.” You insisted before dropped the catfish and the crawfish off at the kitchen quickly before you went back to your tent to put Razor and the crows on the perch. You gave Zorroku back his cloak but he just hung it up on a cloak hanger now that he and Ori were in your tent where the coals in the fire pits kept the tent much warmer than it was outside. You got one of her silk blankets out and immediately undressed Ori to check her skin. 

“I don’t see where she’s broken out because of the cotton touching her. Was it the soap that she was allergic to? Cause some of the soaps used to wash dirty diapers is really harsh. Maybe when and if Kisska comes here, I’ll get gentle skin diaper soap from her.” You asked as you knelt on the floor next to the bed and went through her other stack of diapers and clothes to find silk ones. 

“Oh, I already have that. I put it in your washroom.” He said as he pointed to where it was in your tent. 

“So does she have really sensitive skin?” You asked. 

“Honestly since she was born so early, I only use the gentlest soaps for her clothes and the softest fabrics. Cause her skin was so thin when she was born. It was practically see through when she was born. She was covered in soft fur too. I thought Medowne had been part werewolf or something.” Zorroku answered. 

“Oh my gods, it’s a wonder she’s alive at all. She was born with lanugo?” You asked as your tone showed your horrified shock. 

“What’s lanugo?” He asked. 

“Only babies who are born too soon and come premature have lanugo. It's like a downy soft fur that will cover the skin. I learned it from Kisska. She says it’s really common for humans and other smooth skinned species to be born with hair but still be fully human or orc or whatever. It's something that babies lose in utero before they're born on time.” You answered. 

“Poor Orianna.” You cooed to Ori as you got her dressed in a satin dress that was silky smooth. 

“Has she had the rash on and off, like every time she wears cotton she breaks out or what was the trigger?” You asked thoughtfully.

“Honestly, it was always in the morning after Grat had had her all night.” Zorroku revealed as he switched to Ragesh as you breathed out a breath of relief and nodded in understanding. 

“Ok, if that is how she got it, then it wasn't that she was allergic to cotton. Grat probably didn’t change her diaper when she made a mess in it. You said Grat didn’t love her as her own and I believe it and don’t doubt that for a moment. It would make sense that Grat would do the bare minimum for Ori. Grat admitted to Rek when I started nursing her that she was grateful for it because Ori got on her nerves for being so fussy. She may not have an allergy to cotton at all. Being born premature, her skin is most likely still quite sensitive even with the lanugo now gone. And especially if she nursed from Grat and did have an allergy to onions. Having sulfur in the onions in the milk both in her belly and on her bottom in her mess, probably made the skin of her bottom have a rash even more than usual. Because most babies get diaper rash. Because her insides were probably in a similar state from her allergy to onions. So hopefully once we get all that onion milk she got from Grat out of her completely, and I change her diaper as soon as she makes a mess, she won’t have a problem with a rash anymore.” You sat down on your lower legs and breathed in relief to figure that out as Zorroku nodded in agreement as you kept your reply to Ragesh too just in case anyone was awake and overhearing your conversation because it seemed that none of Yotul's full blooded children spoke Ragesh. Only Zorroku and his full blooded siblings.

“Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.” Zorroku admitted as he sat in the chair next to the bed. 

“You poor baby. The things you’ve suffered all your life.” You cooed to Ori as you got her redressed and made sure that nothing would irritate her delicate skin. 

“Is her failure to thrive- why you have enough clothes and especially jewelry for her because you felt like you were going to bury her at any moment?” You asked thoughtfully before Zorroku’s head lowered as his cheeks got a darker midnight blue but he nodded in confirmation. 

"Medowne died before she could fully push Ori out, she just had gotten Ori's head out and that's all she could do. So Ori had to be cut out of her mother to be saved from dying with her. And of course, by the time we could get Ori out of her mother. And it was everything Kisska could do to not let Ori die with her mother then. And ever since, she's just...she's never been quite right physically. I have no idea how she really is mentally because of it. But I actually had waited to Medowne for a few days, just in case Ori needed to be buried with her." Zorroku admitted.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine the weight of that burden on you. I’ve…” Your voice broke as your eyes misted with tears. 

“A baby’s coffin is always the heaviest in the world. And I'm sure a mate's coffin is no different. Sadly I’ve had to bury too many. And I will do everything in my power to make sure that Ori is never one of them.” You whispered as you wiped your tears away as they started to fall before you picked Ori up and handed her back to Zorroku. 

“Did one of Bula’s children or grandchildren needed to be buried as infants?” Zorroku asked thoughtfully. 

“No. Thankfully Bula and her family have not had to deal with that loss. But I know it too well.” You breathed. 

“How?” Zorroku asked as he had you sit down in the chair next to him. 

“How Bula’s oldest two sons died is they were invited to another clan’s stronghold for an alliance meeting with a clan I never hope anyone here will ever have any dealings with.” You began. 

“Which clan?” He asked. 

“Nightmare Mamoth.” You answered as his eyes went wide, that was one of the worst clan in all of orcdom. Usually if a clan member was truly dishonorable, they could find a place in that clan. That clan didn’t farm, didn’t trade, only pillaged and plundered and destroyed everything they touched that wasn't precious things. 

“Oh no.” Zorroku breathed in horror. 

“When Khagra and his eldest sons arrived, they were invited to attend a birth that was in progress. It was from a bedroom slave and she was chained to the bed like an animal. And when she gave birth to a girl, she begged for mercy since that clan thought that baby girls were seen as an insult to honor. The Clan Chief of the clan had no Clan Chieftess. Only female slaves in his harem to give him sons. Any slave that gave him a girl was immediately executed, unless she had given him a son, then she was allowed to live, but only to ensure the care of her son, while her daughter was executed at birth. When that poor girl who was skin and bones and a pregnant belly- gave birth to her daughter. The Clan Chief killed his own daughter by smushing her head flat to a table with his own palm. Because he had the audacity to be insulted and embarrassed by her birth. And then he took his fist and smashed the slave’s head in too before he handed the dead newborn to another to cook up to feed the other pregnant slaves, hoping that since it was a baby girl, that it would make sure that they were carrying baby boys. But Khagra, and Myles, and Bullard, did their best to back out and get the hell out of there. But not before trying to free every slave they could. Myles and Bullard were killed trying to free the others. Khagra only made it back with the few baby girls he could carry in his arms. All of them died before he could make it home. Because the trip to get them home was long and they had already been left outside in the elements like garbage. Which is a “kindness” the Clan Chief allowed the mothers of sons to have.” You revealed lowly. 

“That’s horrible. Did you think we were like that?” Zorroku asked, horrified and appalled by this. He knew that clan was horrible, he had no idea it was that horrible though. 

“I didn’t know. But that’s why Yar immediately put himself on his quest, because he didn’t want to lose any more brothers or his own father. But the longer he’s on it, the more it twists his thinking. And it makes me fear that Yar will turn out just like the horrible monsters and waste of orc flesh that those clans who killed his brothers were.” You added. 

“When Khagra got back, with four dead baby girls in his arms, all of them newborns. Burying those baby girls was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life and thankfully Bula and her family helped me. And for Bula to not have bodies to bury for her own sons was really hard too. And that’s why Khagra never goes anywhere to make alliances. And it’s why everyone comes to him instead. Because he would at least have the protection of the rest of his clan if things got ugly. And in that disaster, he was almost fatally wounded, but wounded bad enough to give him pain and troubles for the rest of his life. He can’t bear the weight of a battle ax or a broadsword anymore or wield a warhammer or ride into battle like he used to either. That’s why he agreed to let me go. To save himself and the rest of his family. Because he didn’t know the truth about you or anyone in your family or your clan either. And I was just a servant to him after all. I was expendable.” You revealed as Zorroku had never been more digusted in his life.

“I am so sorry, if I had known, we would have approached you and Khagra’s clan differently. We would have brought Yotul and my sisters and sisters in law with us so you didn’t see just my father and all my brothers and me and think that we were the same way.” Zorroku apologized profusely as tears flooded his eyes as the news wounded him. 

“Zushku, it’s ok. It’s fine. I’m so happy and relieved things turned out the way they did. Honestly, if you had brought Yotul with you, Khagra would still never have let me go. Because he would have realized there wasn’t the threat he thought it was. And he may still never let the rest of my family go. And I would have woken up today no different than I did yesterday. And Ori would still be in the same position today that she was in the day before yesterday, and maybe even worse than she already is. Your grandmother Arob believed I was meant to be here for a reason. And that reason is in your arms. And I’m perfectly happy and content with that. And the fact that your dad was holding and playing and being affectionate with his daughters and granddaughters was all the reassurance I needed that you and this clan was nothing like any other. I have yet to meet a woman here who doesn’t want to be here or is here against her will, myself included.” You reassured him. 

“You sure?” Zorroku asked. 

“I’m sure.” You nodded with a confident grin.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get changed out of these wet clothes.” You assured him. 

“Oh, yeah, sorry, uh, I’ll get out and let you get dressed. Um, yeah, feel free to call me Zushku all you want. I love that nickname.” He reassured you as he awkwardly as his cheeks flushed even darker as he got up and seemed to stutter and stammer as his body seemed to do the same before you took him by the arm, put his cloak back onto him and gently ushered him out as he awkwardly held Ori and her blankets over him to hide the immediate erection he got when you used that name on him. 

And despite his balls not having had the chance to give their seed to anyone, they were already aching again to give it to you, and to see you all wet and your clothes clinging to you only made him want you even more. And then to see you kill a monster sized fish as if it was a tiny minnow and carry it like it hardly weighed anything turned him on even more. Because the thought of going on a courting hunt with you had him itching to get his hunting clothes and gear out and ready. Because the first time you hunted together was like witnessing a goddess wielding her powers and performing miracles. He never stopped being in utter awe of you since the first time he tasted your cooking. And then to meet you in person just blew him away and he just felt he needed to prove himself to you and his intentions and assure you and reassure you that you would never have to fear or be afraid of anything or anyone as long as he drew breath.

“I’ll only be a moment Zushku.” You reassured him before you closed the tent flap and eagerly stripped out of your clothes and washed the river water off of yourself and then you changed into sadly the very last dress you owned. But it was so tight you could barely breathe, it was a dress you had made the year before last. It made your cleavage look bigger even before you got blessed by Arob and now it just looked ridiculous on you. You looked in the mirror and were alarmed by how you looked in it. 

“Shit.” You cursed under your breath. You couldn’t wear the dress you wore last night today because that would make it look like you spent the night in a tent other than your own but you didn’t even want to leave your own tent looking like this. This dress hugged your upper body and hips like crazy. Your breasts practically touched your chin now they were so pushed up. You were barely able to tuck your nipples into the top of the dress only all of your breasts were practically exposed except for the nipples. You looked like a whore. At least in your opinion.

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck.” You continued to curse and you heard Zorroku snort a laugh.

“Is everything ok in there?” He asked.

“No, I mean yes, I mean...that’s a complicated answer right now.” You answered as you blushed as you tried to find your summer cloak or look to see if you were given any more clothes last night other than the fabrics. And you found none. 

It was going to be a hot day and you didn’t want to roast inside Zorroku’s cloak or even the heavy cloak you got given and once you got your summer cloak out, it wouldn’t fucking stay closed and just accentuated your cleavage even more and you found yourself growling in frustration to yourself.

“Ok what’s going on? Is there a way I can help?” Zorroku asked because he didn’t mean to but he was getting even harder just hearing you growling. He couldn’t help but imagine your wet naked body in your tent and wanting to warm you up the old fashioned way.  

“Can you get Glasha up and tell her to come to me please?” You requested and he just went over one tent and woke his sister up by easily untying the tie and stepping in afterknocking the knocker against the pole that was next to the door like a doorbell. 

“Hey, Peaches needs you. Right now.” Zorroku said as she woke up and glared at him for waking her up so early and she grumbled as she came out of her tent in her pajamas and went to yours.

“Peaches?” Glasha asked.

“Yeah, hang on.” You requested as you came and hid behind the tent flap to let her in.

“What in the wor...OH MY GODS WOW!!” Glasha exclaimed when you shut the tent flap and tied it closed.

“Shhhh!!!! Not so loud! Ok I have a situation. I only own three dresses ok? I was in the river this morning and fell and that’s why it’s sopping wet and hung up over here. And I can’t wear the one I wore yesterday because that’ll make it look like I spent the night in any other place except my tent and I don’t want to deal with that drama so all I have left is this and because of what your grandmother did to my boobs, I look like a whore in this dress, I can not leave my tent looking like this.” You tried to hush her but she was just standing there rocking with laughter.

“I hate you, so much right now.” You grumbled sarcastically as you tried not to laugh yourself.

“Oh I think you should definitely strut around in that today, it’ll solve all your problems.” Glasha continued to laugh.

“No! It won’t! It’ll be like asking all of your brothers and every other orc in this village to rape me, no, I can not.” You hissed quietly.

“No, they won’t.” Glasha tried to reassure you.

“Really?” You said disbelievingly.

“Well how else are you going to go to the seamstress to get new dresses?” Glasha argued.

“Can she come here?” You asked hopefully.

“No, she’s bed bound, everyone goes to her.” Glasha informed you.

“Ffuuuuuuck me.” You whimpered.

“You know in that dress I kinda want to.” Glasha teased.

“My point exactly! Fuck, you know what? Fuck it. I’ll just wear my dress from yesterday. The rumors that will come with that dress are better than the conclusions this one has when I wear it.” You decided.

“It’s not that bad!” Glasha offered.

“Really? You want to test that?” You said as you grabbed her hand and walked her over to the tent flap again and ripped it open to reveal Zorroku, Yalak, Grushnag and Muranag and Nar on the other side eavesdropping as they suddenly stared slack jawed at you, all four of them very clearly showing their hard ons suddenly tenting their pants.

“See?!” You practically screeched to Glasha as you ripped them back closed as she just fell to her knees and then the floor and rolled with laughter because the looks on her brother’s faces was priceless. You just dissolved into a string of curses in every language you knew, especially your own mother tongue.

“Wow, she is..feisty, I love it.” Yalak noted under his breath as he and his brothers went back to eavesdropping as they all just nodded dumbly back. You had been- a vision. Like the epitome of sexy and they totally wanted to see you like that again. Holy shit they had thought your breasts had gotten huge last night, now they were practically coming out of your dress to greet them.

“What the hell is going on?” Yotul demanded sleepily as she found herself standing outside your tent in her pajamas and her cloak watching her sons eavesdrop with clear irritation.

“Uh...” All her sons stuttered as they looked at each other before she just huffed and came into the tent to see you trying to get out of your dress but struggling.

“Sorry to wake you up, I have a problem.” You whimpered as you gestured to yourself.

“Wow, Honey, I would pay a hundred gold pieces to have a dress do to my body what that one is doing to yours.” Yotul chuckled before she gently kicked at Glasha’s side.

“Get up, you’re not helping.” Yotul chided her.

“Yeah except, you are The Clan Chieftess and no one would assume the things about you that they would assume about me if they saw me in this.” You tried to counter as you tried to wriggle out of it but just managed to pull your boobs out as they swayed and jiggled as you tried to peel the rest of it off of you.

“And what would they assume?” Yotul asked in curious amusement.

“Oh just that I’m a whore who sucks cock and drinks cum for every meal if I don’t get every hole on my body stuffed so full of so much cum my belly distends like I’m pregnant every gods forsaken fifteen minutes.” You complained as she came over to help you out of your dress. You heard some strangled snickers just outside your tent door before the ravens all started cawing ‘BIG BOOBS!’ ‘BELLA BIG BOOBS!’ before you heard even more strangled snickering laughter from the entrance to your tent.

“And you all can go away! You’re not helping! Go find a tree to piss on! Or I’m going to escort her back to the Black Wolf White Rock Clan myself as soon as I get her out of this!” Yotul yelled at her sons angrily who all quickly scattered.

“We would never think that of you though Peaches!” Nar offered as he ran away as you just buried your face into your palms and shook your head.

“Thank you Nar.” You offered in a defeated huff in his direction before she finally got you out of that dress and you bent over and had to breathe, the seams of the dress imprinting on your body already.

“Not that I want you to go, because I don’t, I adore you, I want you to stay. But they really don’t want you to go so I’m going to use that against them to get them to behave.” Yotul reassured you softly.

“Thanks. I totally understand, Bula does that all the time to Shuzug too.” You returned.

“Fuck, how did you squeeze into this to begin with?” Yotul asked as she held up the dress and looked at you comparing the dress to you.

“Power of will, I think. I didn’t want to wear this dress because I didn’t want anyone to think I slept in anyone else’s tent other than my own and I was hunting those crawfish. And that river out there is crawling with them. Which is awesome. But that was just after sunrise. And Zorroku was just being a concerned father and came to check on Ori, but we weren’t in here, we were at the river. And I had her safely tucked into a basket on the bank just in case I slipped and fell into the water. And Zorroku found us there and all he did was greet me, very nicely, very respectfully but I was not expecting anyone to be awake that early in the morning. And so I spooked, screamed, slipped on the river rocks, went flying backwards and landed right in the river and flirted with drowning as it tried to carry my flailing body downstream. The poor crawfish I had had in my hands went flying upstream somewhere and I lost them. And it was, understandably, very funny,” You giggled as Yotul and Glasha roared with laughter at the story, both of them sitting down on your bed and holding their sides.  

“So since I only have three dresses, this one, that one and that one, I was hoping that one wouldn’t be as indecent and immodest as it was and the moment I finally squeezed into it I went… ‘no, fuck no’ and so here we are.” You explained as you got redressed in your dress from last night.

“Ok, well just let me get dressed and get some breakfast in us. And we’ll go to the seamstress and get you dresses that will fit however you want them to.” Yotul offered before she looked at all the crows sharing a perch with Razor.

“More messages from home?” She asked.

“Most of them are from your nephew, Shuzug and I can’t imagine the foolishness they contain. You can get them and read them yourself if you want, I don’t mind, you are family after all.” You offered as you continued to get dressed as she took you up on your offer and went over and got the messages off the legs of the crows before reading them herself and cracking up laughing again.

“How old is he again?” Yotul asked.

“Ten, how he’s managed to survive that long, I don’t know,” you answered her.

“Well apparently he managed to find some wolf pups, there’s a red one he’ll be training for you because it’s reddish fur reminds him of you.” Yotul repeated.

“Great.” You sarcastically quipped which got Glasha and Yotul to snicker a laugh. 

“Just what I’ve always wanted!” You added in the most sarcastic way you could and it got Yotul and Glasha to bark a laugh at that before Yotul got the other ones.

“Oh this is from my sister!” Yotul realized when one of the birds was carrying a different message in a different writing and was signed in her name.

“And what does Bula say?” You asked. 

“She wants to know how you know that it’s really me. Can I reply back to this?” She asked hopefully. 

“Please do.” You invited her before she quickly got your pen and wrote down her response. 

“I’m inviting them to come to us as soon as they can, I can’t wait to see her again. And she will hopefully recognize me. And I'm insisting they bring the rest of your family too." Yotul smiled happily as she wrote down that response. 

You finished getting dressed and quickly wrote your responses on the other messages back of the messages themselves, before loading them up and sending the crows home. Suddenly there were screams heard from the kitchen tent as all three of you bolted for the kitchen.  

“Oh gods what now?” Yotul growled before the three of you entered the kitchen tent to find all the girls huddled together across from the catfish and the crawfish.

“It moved! The fish moved! It’s supposed to be dead!” One of them cried.

“And the bucket is full of bugs! Huge ugly bugs!” Another wailed.

“Oh calm yourselves, a lot of fish do that.” Yotul reprimanded as she came over to inspect both.

“Wow Peaches, you did good. How did you catch this?” Yotul asked as she gestured to the fish, usually fish that needed big hooks and heavy line to get caught.

“With my hands, they don’t really have ‘teeth’ so to speak, you just find their dens in the water and stick your arm in and they bite your arm and you grab their throats and guts from the inside and then pull them out and stab them in the head.” You shrugged as you illustrated that as the other girls gasped in horror watching you demonstrate that.

“That’s my girl.” Yotul smiled proudly as she gave you a side hug.

“And these must be crawfish. You’re right! Little lobsters! Who would have thought we had them. How similar are they in taste to the real thing?” She asked as she picked one up and inspected it, using her experience with real lobsters to do so- so she wouldn’t get pinched by their pincers.

“Half way between shrimp and lobster but sweeter because they’re smaller.” You answered.

“I want it all for breakfast. I’ll help you skin this because I doubt they know how.” Yotul offered as she got a special set of pliers and a very sharp knife.

“Thank you.” You thanked her as you got your own knives and nailed it to the counter with one before you cut a ring around the head and tried to take off some of the skin from the flesh, just enough that she could grab it with the pliers and she got it and ripped the skin away as the others just continued to watch on in slightly horrified shock that their mother could do such a thing.

“Woo! You got it Mom! Look at you go!” You offered as you gave her a high five and she laughed and returned it.

“I like that, you can keep calling me that all you want.” Yotul invited and you both shared a bright smile.

“Want to filet it too?” You offered.

“How about you do one side and I’ll do the other, I haven’t filet-ed a fish in forever.” Yotul said as as you got the fish to lay on the side and showed her how you filet fish. Which was incidentally how Bula and her mother showed you how to filet fish. That seemed to jog her memory. Once you finished you took the filet off and trimmed every bit of even slightly yellowish flesh off as she came and flipped the fish over and filet-ed it on the other side with surprising ease and smiling happily to herself as she removed it with ease before she did what you did and trimmed it of the fat and yellow flesh too.

“Oh this is going to be delicious, ok, let me get dressed for the day. I’m looking forward to seeing how you make all this.” She bid you as you nodded and got to work as the other girls slowly came forward to watch you curiously as they tried to make their own breakfasts for the rest of the family as you got the other large pot and filled it with a bunch of chili peppers. 

Then you, out of habit, went to the garden part to fetch more. But you stopped dead in your tracks when you found a fully fledged and formed garden just outside the kitchen tent. Everything you had planted the night before had grown into fully formed and fully fledged maturity! Even the peach trees had grown and bloomed overnight! They were half the size of full grown trees but still, they were blooming and even little peaches had started to form already. You couldn’t help but cry to see it all. It was all so beautiful to you.

“Everything ok?” Glasha asked as she found her way next to you.

“What the hell was in that water?” You asked as you laughed through your tears as you wiped them away.  

“Grandma Arob blessed the water herself. It’s the same water she used to find you to show your glorious future with us. And it’s the water she told us to use to water the garden so that the sting of missing home would lesson every day.” Glasha explained softly as she put her arm around your shoulders affectionately. You returned her side hug by wrapping your arm around her waist.  

“It’s a miracle, it’s...wonderful.” You praised as you went ahead and started harvesting some of the already ripe peppers and other ingredients. You noticed the other girls go ahead and come out and start harvesting from the garden too. As if this had always been here. But they steered clear of the peppers as you went ahead and got those yourself for the crawfish water. And once that was boiling and cooking you helped them slice the slabs of bacon and showed them how to fry it and sliced the hams into steaks and fried those in the bacon grease. And then you fried the eggs in the bacon grease too before they saved it once they were done.

Once everything was set, you sat next to Yotul but Zorroku was still on the other side of you with Ori to keep both her and himself close to you. You had sliced the big filets of catfish into smaller pieces so everyone in the family could have a taste of the fried catfish. That was the first item to get eaten up. The whole family practically moaned as they all devoured that first. As Crowthu insisted that the rest of the fish be caught and prepared for dinner either that night or another night soon because it was very good. Then Yotul and yourself began working on the heap of crawfish and the stew that had cooked overnight using the bones that the whole family enjoyed. They curiously eyed Yotul and yourself as the two of you ate the crawfish. Now that they were cooked and turned to a brilliant red, they looked a bit more appetizing.

“Ok, how do you eat this?” Crowthu asked as he carefully picked one up before Yotul and yourself gave him step by step instructions on how to eat it before others in the family gingerly took one and followed the same instructions. 

“Now you don’t have to eat the head, it’s an acquired taste.” You told him before he tried it after eating the tail and quite liked the tail meat before he tried sucking the head and quickly spit it out into his waste bucket and made a disgusted face before downing wine to get the taste out of his mouth.

“No, that’s not a taste I will be acquiring.” Crowthu shook his head before he got the tiny bit of claw meat from the claws before getting another one and saved the heads for Yotul to eat. Which she didn’t mind, at all, she loved it in fact. This was the closest taste of home she had had in a very long time and she was thoroughly enjoying and savoring it. If anyone had told her this would have been happening last night she would have scoffed and argued with that. But now, she was embracing you joining the family harder than anyone.

“Yeah ok, it looks like a bug but it tastes really good.” Glasha admitted as she tried it and loved it too. 

“I don’t know Dad, I kinda like the taste of the head.” Zorroku admitted from the other side of you with Ori nestled between you in her special little chair to help her sit at the table as Zorroku tried them too and really liked them too.  

After breakfast and after nursing, all the women in the family escorted you to the seamstress with all the fabric that was gifted you including the very fine fabric for your wedding dress that Yotul had kept in her tent specifically for you. She had actually kept specific fabrics for all of her daughters in law and she carried that fabric herself while everyone else got armfulls of your other fabrics. You had asked Yotul how much money to bring to pay the seamstress but she insisted that you didn’t need to pay anything at all, that her and Crowthu were covering the expense themselves since you were their daughter and it was their honor and privilege to pay for your needs. 

But unbeknownst to you, Zorroku had already dropped off all of Medowne’s clothes to the seamstress so that she could take them in to fit you since that would take her less time than making clothing from scratch and that the extra material could be used to make more clothes for Ori so that both of you matched since he and Medowne already had a lot of matching outfits. When Medowne had died, he had buried her in her wedding dress but Arob had discouraged him from burying her with much else. And that he would need the other clothes for Ori’s mother soon. And while he hadn’t wanted to believe her. Now he was grateful for it and he managed to get out of the seamstresses hut without you seeing him, but only followed by Nar and the twins who also dropped off their feminine fabrics so that clothes could be made for you too. While Yalak requested for Grat to see what you were drawn to so that he could commission the best outfit for you that you would like best. 

“Lazgar, meet my new daughter, Bella or Peaches as we’ve come to know her. She’s our Marfu from the Black Wolf White Rock Clan. Who has the great honor of marrying whichever of my sons she wants. And she will be needing new dresses and outfits, make sure they reflect that status. And here is the fabric for her wedding dress as well.” Yotul ordered as Glasha immediately recognized the trunk her late sister in law Medowne had kept her clothes in and immediately knew what her brother Zorroku was up to and couldn’t stop grinning when she saw the note that was with them. 

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you Lady Lazgar.” You offered respectfully with a small bow of your head to her. You held your pile of fabrics in your arms with Ori still in her sling on your chest. Then you set them down next to her on her spot in front of her work table as she blinked in surprise but smiled at you.

Then she spoke to Yotul in Pregu before Yotul answered and you were getting a little better at figuring out what they’re saying, something about ‘you being polite and respectful and how in the world did you manage a place in their household’. Then Arob joined in and began singing your praises so to speak which got Lazgar’s eyebrows to rise in surprise even more as she looked you up and down again. You ran your fingers through Ori’s hair affectionately as she took her second morning nap on your chest. Her milk drunk smile- still adorable as ever. Even the others noted how it had seemed to fill in overnight as the others smiled adoringly to see Ori so happy for the first time in her life as even her complexion had improved overnight too. 

Lazgar, Arob and Yotul kept talking. And you had not wanted to be rude and interrupt them. So that left you happily hold Ori and sway in place to keep her asleep. Lazgar, Arob and Yotul smiled serenely and proudly at you and between their conversation, watched you slip into the role of mother so effortlessly and so well with Ori. 

“Come, I’ll fit you for your dresses, I take it you’ll need nursing dresses.” Lazgar assumed, switching back to the common tongue after their conversation finished. 

“Yes, and if I could get them modest please, like I want my breasts mostly covered when I’m not nursing.” You requested.

“Show me.” Lazgar said as she handed you a small piece of cloth as Glasha took Ori so you could tuck it in how you had the towel tucked in last night at dinner. 

“Well I guess a little won’t hurt.” You figured as you tucked a tiny bit down to show just a tasteful little peek but definitely not to the degree your current dress was showing them off.

“You are blessed with beautiful tits and you want them so covered?” Lazgar asked in shock.

“Well I don’t like being looked at like a piece of meat.” You tried to gently counter.

“Oh but Honey, that’s the way to go around here. We flaunt what we got. It’s better than to be looked at than ignored.” Lazgar urged.

“She has a brilliant mind, she doesn’t want to be reduced to a pretty thing to look at. She’s to be the next Warchieftess because surely any son she marries, if he is not one, he will be made one soon. She needs to be respected and revered.” Arob pointed out.

“She can have both.” Lazgar argued.

“Just make the damn dresses and outfits how she wants. She is no slave to your will or mine. If she’s happy and comfortable she will wear them with pride instead of trying to hide herself like she has since she’s gotten here. Until she feels she owns herself and her destiny, which she does, she’s still new to all this, how can we expect her to be warchieftess and lead our clan if she has no control even in these things? If she wants to be covered from head to toe, let her be so, also make her proper riding outfits, I’d imagine she’ll need a lot of support to make sure her boobs don’t bounce off when the horses trot.” Yotul ordered in Pregu and that seemed to be the final word on that.

“Ok, so show me how you want the dresses and outfits.” Lazgar caved and you gave Yotul and Arob the most beautiful and grateful smile. Because you knew it was because of them that Lazgar was caving. You went through and ordered very pretty yet comfortable and modest dresses and outfits and even requesting that any extra fabric be used to make Ori dresses big enough to grow into. You were downright delighted that women around here often wore pants a lot instead of nothing but dresses all the time.

 And when you were done, you went to her husband, Lazzare, who was the village’s saddler and fit you for a saddle too.

“I don’t have a horse...” You began as you sat down on the children’s saddle since that fit you better than the average one did before there was a snickering laugh among everyone else.

“Yet, you’ll be getting at least a dozen very soon.” Yotul informed you.

“A dozen?!” You repeated, your own face showing surprise.

“One from each son, one from me, one from Crowthu and one from Arob plus whoever you choose, if he has a wife already, his wife will get you one too. It’s a Thunder Herd Clan tradition. I have over four dozen myself. One for each pregnancy, plus an extra one for each son I have given Crowthu and I get them for anniversaries or whenever we make out good with a raid and or battle. Trust me, chances are you’ll have more than that by the time you get to be my age.” Yotul explained without a trace of jealousy or resentment at all.

“Oh, wow, ok.” You nodded in understanding as you finished getting fitted for a saddle and took Ori back who woke up and wanted to be held by you again. 

“And I’d imagine you’d be getting a herd of cows pretty soon, and pigs.” Arob added as you walked back through the village as you noticed others in the village were looking at you curiously and fondly.

“I would prefer if we actually bought them or traded for them rather than steal them though.” You murmured quietly to Arob.

“Then say that to the boys.” Arob gently urged you before you changed the subject.

“So how many horses do I get if I give twin boys?” You asked almost teasingly to Arob which got her to laugh.

“Hey Yotul, how many horses will she get if she gave you twin boys as grandsons?” Arob asked.

“Ooh, at least another dozen, at least six from your husband and at least six from Crowthu and I, why? Do twins run in your family?” She asked.

“Yeah...” You answered with a nervous laugh. “I’m a twin, all my siblings are twins, it runs on both sides of my family.” You answered.

“Aww!” They all awed at you as you came back to the family’s main tent to relax and nurse the babies before you would have to make lunch before the crows returned again.

“Ok this is getting ridiculous and out of hand.” You grumbled as you paused and brought them back into your tent to see what messages they were carrying before you got the message back from Bula.

“Oh fuck.” You breathed before you took the message and hunted down Crowthu.

“Hey, uh, I really need to talk to you, um, privately.” You told him nervously.

“Yes daughter?” He answered as you got to a private corner.

“Hey so I asked Yotul if she would be ok with me telling Bula, Clan Chief Khagra’s wife, your wife’s sister about Yotul and finding her and about the fact that your children by Yotul and Bula’s kids are first cousins. And she said yes so I did and then she sent messages of her own too. Which I should have probably cleared with you first and I’m sorry I didn’t. Anyway and so that was this morning, and the crows returned just now with this message.” You nervously explained before you handed him the message which he read curiously before he snorted a laugh.

“So I’m actually brothers in law with Clan Chief Khagra and his family wants to come and visit as soon as possible. That’s fine with me. I’ll let everyone know. Tell them they’re welcome to come. They hosted us hospitably, we’ll return the favor, plus it’ll lower the tensions. I don’t mind one bit.” Crowthu returned calmly with a gentle smile.

“Oh thank the gods.” You blew out in relief.

“And you can call me Dad, don’t bother with that Chief, or Lord business.” Crowthu invited.

“Could I have a hug then?” You returned.

“Yeah,” Crowthu chuckled as he opened his arms and hugged you tightly as you hugged back.

“I want you to feel as well as know you’re welcome here Peaches, if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know ok?” He offered softly before he kissed the crown of your head affectionately.

“I will, thanks Dad.” You returned as you smiled to yourself, feeling more at home now than you had before.

“So what happened this morning at the river? Did I hear you scream this morning?” Crowthu asked as he felt you start to let go before he let go.

“Oh my gods, ok so let me tell you a story...” You began as you went through the story again as Crowthu laughed so hard he was crying and barely breathing since you were so animated and gesturing wildly complete with sound effects as you went through the whole morning.

“Oh you poor thing, you just can’t catch a break.” Crowthu wiped the tears from his eyes.

“You know, that’s just the way things are with me, I have come to accept it.” You shrugged. “Ok, I gotta go show this to Mom and then I’ll write back and we’ll just… try to prepare as much as we can, I can’t imagine the craziness that will ensue cause it’ll be one hell of a family reunion.” You chuckled.

“Yeah it will be.” Crowthu nodded before you left and found Yotul and showed her the message. And then told her that her husband agreed to it. She literally squealed and jumped up and down while hugging you in excitement. 

Suddenly she was barking orders and really orchestrating things as you quickly wrote back and sent the crows back before you started taking lessons from Yotul on how to really take charge of the whole clan like she did. You were used to running things in a kitchen. But this was a whole new level of delegating and organizing that you found quite illuminating, if not very instructing. You helped the boys pick out proper tents and things for Khagra and Bula and their family.  Their tents would be getting set up nearby and close to Yotul’s tent before Glasha came back with an equally happy smile. 

“Mom!” Glasha hollered as she held up her message in her hand. 

“What?” Yotul asked as Glasha came with the message in hand and handed it to Yotul who gasped and her eyes went wide when she read the message. 

“Dad already agreed to it.” Glasha revealed as she looked both excitedly yet anxiously from the message to her adopted mother. 

“We need to make a space for them too.” Yotul said. 

“Mom? What’s wrong?” You asked her. 

“Nothing is wrong, just, my sister in law is coming with her clan to meet you too.” She said as she handed you the message to read yourself. 

“And…and my grandmother is coming! I finally get to meet my grandmother!” You stared at the message and had to read it twice as tears came to your eyes. 

“Make sure that all the room for the Mountain Blizzard clan is closest to Peaches’ tent.” Yotul directed the others. 

“Go to Lazgar and ask to make sure you get one good outfit by tomorrow at the latest. Because chances are, they’re already coming and will be here in the morning, if not tonight. Tell her to pull every available seamstress in the clan.” Yotul instructed. 

“Ok.” You nodded as you and Ori went back to Lazgar with Yotul’s instruction as her hut was already lined with seamstresses working on your outfits who happily made sure they had pinned them right by having you try them on to make sure they were taking the already made clothes in enough for you and they were all so happy to hear that even the Mountain Blizzard Clan was coming to see you. Then you revealed how you were connected to them as they were all both impressed yet understood the need for your clothes to be exceptional if Dowager Clan Chieftess Jaseenah had wanted to make you a Visla.

Lazgar had gotten her assistants to take out her best threads and her best laces and trims and pearls and beads and gemstones so that your clothing would be befitting of both Crowthu and Yotul’s Marfu and Jaseeneh’s Visla. You tried to pay them for their extra hard work and effort and while you really had to insist on it, they eventually took the payment from you as you made sure they all got a share of it which the assistants really appreciated. And they all promised you that your outfits which would be done by midday tomorrow would be perfect for you as they arranged a bust they usually used for the humans in the clan to your measurements to make sure they could keep fitting their outfits to- to make sure they would fit you perfectly as they were even working on undergarments for you which you really appreciated as they professionally measured your body to make sure the undergarments, especially for your breasts would be big enough since you would be needing nursing bras under your outfits. 

Once you got back, and tried to help prepare for both clans to come, Grushnag and Murnag subtly measured you for the fur cloak they were making you out of the wolf hides. While you watched appreciatively as they worked hard and worked together setting up everything. The men used the heat of the day to take their shirts off. And they may or may not have been flexing and showing off for your benefit. And you may or may not have watched on and blushed and bit your lips watching Zorroku the most of all. The others, you barely noticed.

Your dreams and visions came back full force. You felt yourself grow hot and feverish just watching him. To the point you almost felt like you needed another dip into the cold river to get yourself under control again because Zorroku was just that magnificent.

After lunch, all the girls then brought you to the bathing tent where they bathed daily and the water coming from a natural spring their forefathers discovered, that was not actually connected to the river but independent from it and it was the water they used to drink and bathe with here, leaving only the river to pull food from while all waste was buried very far away from both water sources. 

The private bathing tent was for Crowthu’s family only. It had a giant copper heated tub on an iron frame with smoldering coals underneath it to keep the water hot. All kinds of soaps in colors you didn’t think soap could come in. But the bathing attendants were so happy to show off the different kinds they made. Using ingredients and techniques you had never heard of, of both hot and cold processed soap.

Because while most orc clans saw the benefits of keeping clean and well groomed to keep sickness and infection away. You suddenly realized the bit of extreme degree the Thunder Herd Clan liked to keep clean. Not just in body but in clothes and bedding and tents too. You recalled your walks through the village. How everything seemed nice, neat and organized and very clean even for being on grass and dirt. 

Then the attendants went through the oils and perfumes they had too for you and for Ori as well. All the other women and babies and little ones all got a nice hot bath. The temperature of the water was kept not so hot that it would hurt Ori or the other babies at all. But still be warm enough to be cleansing and relaxing. All fo you got scrubbed and washed by both yourselves and each other. Then you all sat down on the bench that was built in around the edge of the massive tub. This thing was honestly the size of a large pool and five feet deep with a large platform built around it so that you could get in and out easily and the attendants could tend to all of you easily while they sat on small stools around the edge of the frame. 

All while the little ones practiced swimming in the middle from one female relative to another. All of you were relaxing in the hot soothing waters as the attendants washed your hair, scrubbed your scalp, did deep conditioning treatments for your hair then combed and braided your hair in the traditional Thunder Herd Clan way. You hair was just gorgeous as all the girls marveled at your red hair. Especially since they had never seen anyone with red hair before. And thanks to some hair conditioners and oils, it was the softest it had ever been in your life. 

Then the attendants treated you to your first massage while you reclined in the waters as all the girls giggled at watching you get your neck and shoulders and back and arms massaged as you practically melted into the water. Glasha held Ori for you and played with her so you could relax completely. They used the pink salt of the mountains to scrub your skin until it was softer than it was when you were babe. Then they drenched you in special perfumed oil and your own eyes threatened to roll all the way back into your head from pleasure. This was the greatest experience of your life so far and you soaked it up.

“So tell me about Grecko’s wives.” Yotul invited.

“Oh gods, they’re really beautiful and really talented but they fight. All. The. Time.” You answered honestly which earned a round of hums of agreement.

“Like to have more than one wife, and to keep them both or all of them happy is very difficult. To marry sisters is even more difficult and to marry twin sisters is like trying to climb to the top of the tallest mountain with no climbing gear. It’s next to impossible. Because between wives to the same man is a constant battle. It’s a battle for equality, it’s a battle for favor, it’s a battle for time, for affection, making sure your kids get the same amount of quality time that the others do, if you want sons or children period you have to calculate when you lay with him just right...” You explained.

Arob and her daughters and daughters in law sensed that you didn’t take to the idea of multiple wives well which they all understood and to a degree agreed with but before then, they simply knew it was part of life and part of being in the Clan Chief’s family as the other daughters in law were trying to make an effort to get along with you just in case you became their sister wife. But they still realized they had better chances of befriending you and staying your friend if you didn’t choose their husbands. And despite their husbands requests, they had been subtly steering you towards Zorroku anyway. Because they could see how much he actually cared for you rather than wanting you based on a probable prophecy.

“Wait, there’s a way to calculate that?” Yotul asked in astonishment as did all the women in the tub who all sat up and sat forward just as your massage ended and you said a word of thanks to the attendants.

“Oh yeah. Ok, so the secret to that is something that a very old midwife taught me. Her name is Mama Gak and she is amazing, she came with Mama Borba when the twins came into the clan and I love and adore her too, anyway, so what she taught me is if you were to look at a month on a square, seven days are in a week, four weeks in a month right?” You began as you made a square gesture and gestured to the weeks horizontally.

“So if you were to write down the day you start your moon blood and then count the number of days you have it and count the days in between each one, you’ll usually have between 25-33 days, usually it’s 28. So once you have that number, divide it by half, usually it’s between 12-16, usually 14. So on a calendar, you mark the half way point, that’s usually the day you can have sex and get pregnant on, and usually a couple of days before and a couple of days after that point is considered your conceive week." You began to explain.

"Now if you want a girl, have sex 2-4 days before the halfway point, in the first half of the conceive week, if you want a boy, have sex on the halfway point and the few days after on the conceive week but absolutely no sex before that point. If you have sex the day before the halfway point of conceive week, the day of the halfway point and the day after, it’s a gamble and there’s no way to tell until you give birth. That’s what she told me. And that’s what Grecko’s wives have done. They both laid with Grecko all three days and Ahshna had a set of twin boys and the Aysha had a set of girls." You revealed.

"Now another way Mama Gak told me is to test the wetness in your womanhood. If you wipe it with your fingers, and put your fingers together, if it’s wet like water like this, no go. If it forms a string between your fingers, in the words of Mama Gak-‘ride that dick like you own it’.” You urged as you giggled which got them all to squeal, hoot, holler, laugh and giggle too.

You got Ori back and let her lay down on your chest and cuddle with your chest, happy and content when you gently massaged her in turn, an attendant letting you get more oil for her skin too, Ori beaming a super happy smile as she cuddled up to your chest as you continued to talk and gossip the afternoon away until all of you were prune-y.

You borrowed one of Urzel’s outfits, one of Yotul’s younger daughters, which was a little big on you but was much better than being too small for you and infinitely more comfortable than your dresses were and just like that, it was like you had always been here and always been part of this family and you loved it as Yotul’s daughters in law all checked their womanhood and Grat and Rek both found that their essence from their womanhood was stringy.

“Ooh, excuse us, we have dicks to ride.” Rek and Grat cackled as Yotul took YakYak and Glasha took her nephew Shum from Rek as the two left the bathing tent to go look for their husbands for what you assumed was ‘afternoon delight’.  

That night over dinner and again over the midnight meal you really got to know and drew very close to everyone in Crowthu’s family. Especially once it seemed Yalak and Grat and Murnag and Rek seemed to be in a very good mood. And especially once you got your guitar out and your violin and played and sang songs and told stories and legends and jokes as they were all amazed but not surprised you could sing and play so well. They were all just so delighted that you were so wonderful to be around. And now that you were there, they really did feel whole and complete as a family, like you were the missing puzzle piece this whole time.

Zorroku just looked at you with so much adoration, you thought it bordered on love. But part of you was still afraid to return it because you figured it was only a matter of time before he would get several more wives. You felt he deserved to have so many fawning all over him. Even though your dreams and visions showed you the opposite to be true. But you dismissed them as simply dreams by your overactive imagination.

But that night, after Zorroku made sure you got to your own tent safely and retied the tent flap again. The dreams still didn’t let up. In fact, they got even more vivid, to the point you could see that you were in a different tent, this one a light silver gray with blues and greens embroidered into the panels and roof and it was so pretty. Plus the bed you were on was even bigger and even more comfortable than the one you had now. And you could taste Zorroku when he kissed you and feel the calluses on his hands as they reverently touched you. You felt the pressure of being full as his manhood that filled you, practically stuffed you. You could feel the heat of his breath and softness of his lips on your skin and feel the reverberations of his deep groaning and moaning as well as the heat from his body as it covered yours possessively as he made love to you over and over again. He brought you to your release, more times than he got to his. He whispered and murmured into your ears how he loved you and would always love you and only you and how you were the only one he wanted for as long as he lived while your underwear got soaked in your sleep from all the essence that flowed from you in your dreams.

Meanwhile in Zorroku’s tent his own undergarments were soaked with cum, again. The spell Arob had cast before she herself had gone to bed, allowing Zorroku to share another dream with you as he made love to you in the very tent his father had specially made just for his mother Sharnarrah in her favorite colors of white, silver, blues and greens with gold and silver accents here and there. Crowthu had shared it with Sharnarrah as long as she lived, but had taken it down and gone to Yotul's tent shortly after Sharnarrah passed away because he missed her so much, he couldn't bear to be in the tent without Shanarrah. And when she had died, Crowthu gifted it to Zorroku as his inheritance as first born.

But when Zorroku had married Medowne, the tent needed repairs after being in storage for so long. But Medowne died before all the repairs could be done. And while Zorroku had the repairs finished, he never did erect it. And instead put it back into his personal storage, hoping that if Ori survived childhood, she would have it as an inheritance. But to see her failing to thrive, he only thought that he would give it to Silug, when he would inevitably be the next Clan Chief because Zorroku no longer had the heart, courage or desire for it. Until he met you. And suddenly it revived him and reminded him of just how precious his birthright was and that he needed to fight to keep it and not let it be stolen from him from overeager siblings. Which Crowthu was happy to see.

Because now that you were in Zorroku's life, he found that the sting of his mother's death and his first wife's death on his heart and soul lessened every day. His wife had pleaded with him to move on and to find another love on her death bed. He had fought and wrestled with the idea ever since. And when Ori failed to thrive, he misconstrued it as Ori missing her mother just as much as he did.

But seeing Ori take to you and for you to take to her as if she was your own, was all the healing balm his heart and soul needed. He understood your hesitance towards him and all he wanted to do was assure and you reassure you that he didn’t want what you thought he did. All he wanted was you and he did his best to convey that. He wanted to give you everything, he wanted to make you see and feel his affections and right now, this was the best way he knew how.

#Zorroku and Peaches #orc love story #mideival orc story #orc husband #male orc x female human reader #male monster x female reader #orc single dad x female reader #ok #get ready for even more new scenes and twists on old familiar ones #cause competition is about to get fierce

[thechekhov]

Dungeon Meshi - Quick Reacts (CHAPTER 9: ORCS)

On today’s installment, we’re eating-- OH NO

HMMMMMM.

You reap what you sow. You carry what you reap.

noooooOOOO OH MY GOD 

SENSHI. AN UNMANNED VEGETABLE STAND? IN A DUNGEON? That’s the most Japanese-countryside thing I’ve ever fucking heard oh no....ooooh no. 

she’s right though. look at that cabbage. 

this is how some people in real life be reacting when you bring up eating healthy too. 

GET UR HANDS OFF OF MY GIRL SHE MIGHT BE A NERD BUT SHE’S RIGHT

maybe the orcs want the vegetables. 

Marcille was looking............respectfully. 

.......she’s such a handsome girl, that dragon. I know she ate Fallin but man. I love her.

wHEEZE “Man, she’s ugly” Yeah, hairless and without tusks? Makes sense. 

these guys don’t play around. I guess I kinda get it but.

he had a plan. The plan was - BREAD. 

Initially I was surprised that this encampment seems so... barebones. But I suppose this isn’t their permanent housing. They’re literally fleeing from a dragon, so it makes sense that this is more like a refugee situation. 

I’m INTRIGUED I tell you. 

AND THEIR LITTLE TAILS OOOOOH

Absolutely incredible. Dad really said “It’s Critical Race Theory time, buddy.”

The awkward atmosphere is PERFECT but what’s more perfect is that the chicken don’t give a fuck. 

oh she’s being SMART about it. They’re totally using this kid as a way to bargain. 

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I will nitpick ONE thing. ONE THING only. 

Unless you’re buttering those biscuits, it’s stupid for basic bread to be so fluffy and shiny. This part, at least, is very specifically coming from the fact that Japan has very few breads that are hardier than Wonderbread. It frustrates me to no end that every single bread I pick up at the store over here comes in only two varieties - White Fluff or Stone-hard Baguette.

Bread made from basic flour (is it refined? I somehow doubt it. It should be whole grain.) and water and starter should be sourdough-like This bubbly bread-imposter has never met a sourdough loaf in its life, and I resent it. 

love a good paneling without any dialogue. 

Don’t worry Laios, I believe in you. 

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #chekhov reads dungeon meshi

[a-little-unsteddie]

wip weekend

hi :’) it’s been a while since i’ve done this and well. i have motivation again so i’m gonna do this. send as many asks as you’d like! definitely thieving the template from @just-my-latest-hyperfixation djdbsb

🪐 - untitled humans are space orcs, human!steve, alien!robin, alien!eddie

🎤 - stuck in your throat, rockstar/single dad!alpha eddie, nanny!omega steve (gift for @lexirosewrites)

snippet from 🪐:

Steve woke to the pungent smell of chemicals and a bright light shining in his face. He blearily looked around, but couldn’t make out any details because of how badly the world was spinning around him. The lights didn’t help, practically blinding him; he could make out silhouettes standing over him, but nothing else.

The realization that he was unable to move didn’t stop Steve from thrashing and trying to escape. He went to scream, but the noise was muffled, which caused him to become aware that there was something filling his mouth to prevent him from making noise. Panic surged through him, and as the world slowly came into focus, so did his memories from the—night?—before.

Flashes of a bonfire in a clearing of the forest.

Laughter, which turned to screaming, then to running.

Eventually tripping; falling upwards.

Steve could just make out a tall, willowy figure standing over him, looking impassive as it observed him. Emphasis on ‘it’, as Steve was sure that whatever was looking at him was not human. It was wearing a white lab coat, holding what appeared to be a tablet that it was using to take notes on. Most notably, though, was the fact that Steve was almost 100% positive that whatever thing was observing him didn’t have eyes to speak of. The skin appeared almost slick, and dark greyish-brown in color. The thing’s face was split in half down the middle of what was probably its’ face, and every few seconds, the two halves parted slightly, Steve could only assume to breathe.

Tearing his gaze away from whatever it was, Steve took the chance to look around the room he was in. The room was monochrome and filled with technology that was nothing like anything he’d ever seen—or even imagined—on earth.

Alien.

Another one of those things approached him with a mask that appeared to be leaking a visible gas, which only caused Steve’s thrashing to intensify, to no avail. Steve was helpless but to watch as the mask was fitted over his nose and mouth, forcing him to breathe in whatever fumes it was exuding. Slowly, Steve’s fighting stopped as his vision went dark.

This is all to say, Steve’s first day in space could have been better.

#lmk if you want me to untag you hype #or lexi #:’) #i am so excited to finally have motivation to write other things again #i’ll accept asks through monday afternoon btw #my weekend is usually sun/mon #wip weekend #stuck in your throat #humans are space orcs au #unsteddie writing #also i work 12:30p-9p cst #so i will likely answer them after work #or on sun/mon when i’m off

[prpfs]

💕Couple of RP Ideas💕 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Hello, I am looking for new rp partners! As such, I have a few ideas (both fandom and fandomless) in mind. A little bit about me is that I am 19, female, and write semi-literate to literate. Usually, I write a paragraph or more, but it all really depends on what you write. Somethings to keep in mind: - I do enjoy darker plots. So keep that in mind as you continue to read. - NSFW is absolutely welcome, I just don't want that to be the main focus. - If you are busy or something, please just keep me in the loop! - I love throuple/poly couple scenarios. If you find that odd or weird that is perfectly fine! I am probably just not the rp partner for you.

- Please don't give me a dead-end response. Most of my responses rely on character interaction and as such, please don't make it to where our characters can't interact or where their interaction is limited. I will just not respond after. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Fandom - I only do double-ups as far as oc x cc goes! I am okay with cc x cc and oc x cc but don't really do oc x oc for frandoms. - For now, I will just add the fandoms I am in and we can talk about pairing later! ♥ Helluva Boss ♥ Tokyo Ghoul ♥ My Hero Academia ♥ Demon Slayer ♥ Arcane ♥ The Hobbit/LOTR ♥ The Sandman ♥ Castlevania ♥ Ouran Highschool Host Club ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Fandomless - I am okay with any gender pairing! - I will elaborate more on plots and such if you are interested! ♥ Single vampire dad (me) x Human (you) ♥ Elemental Princess (me) x Loyal Gaurd (you) ♥ Moon Elf Princess (me) x Fantasy Creature (i.e elf, orc, etc) (You) ♥ Vampire Queen (me) x Human (you) x Vampire Queen's Wife (me) ♥ Excorcist/Priest (me) x Demon (you) ♥ Mafia Boss (me) x Their Spouse (you) ♥ Mafia Boss (me) x Your oc x Mafia Boss's Wife (me) ♥ Former Criminal (me) x Detective (you) ♥ Goddess (me) x Worrshipper (you) ♥ Demonic Priest (me) x Worshipper (you) ♥ Cult Leader (me) x Follower (you) Of course, I have a lot more but these are the ones I am really looking to do! ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

give a like and anon will get back to you

#helluva boss rp #helluva boss roleplay #tokyo ghoul rp #tokyo ghoul roleplay #my hero academia roleplay #my hero academia rp #demon slayer roleplay #demon slayer rp #arcane roleplay #arcane rp #the hobbit rp #the hobbit roleplay #the sandman rp #the sandman roleplay #castlevania roleplay #castlevania rp #ouran high rp #ouran highschool host club rp #fandom roleplay #fandom rp #dead dove

[sandrasaid]

You think you had a bad day? The green gremlin son of the guy that beat bo-katan to the dark saber shows up at her door because his dad got stuck in a grilling basket, on the way there she gets jumped by green orcs and a single eyed pickled mechanical crab, after rescuing the shiny tin can she becomes a tour guide in the ruins of their city unearthing some childhood trauma, moments later the himbo wearing full beskar armor drops into the depths of the living waters, she then proceeds to dive down and meets what she thought to be an extinct mandalorian lochness monster, later on her misery mansion gets leveled out and she almost got ambushed, she then follows father tin can, gets judged and adopted by a cult of more colorful tin cans and now she’s expected not to take her helmet off ever again

#the mandalorian #the mandalorion spoilers #din djarin #grogu #din djarin and grogu #bo katan kryze #pedro pascal #katee sackhoff

[lucigoo]

Weekly round up: 1st April - 7th April

NGL, i was at a 6th bday party yesterday and just forgot it was Sunday, whoops lol. So, i wrote 17,728 words last week, with 3 uploaded stories. As always, recs first, then mine. Im also adding summarys and going to sort out my rec list so bare with: Home - SunnyRose - The Hobbit (Gen fic, Written by the wonderful @sunnyrosewritesstuff an adorable look at Uncle Thorin. )

Summary: Being an uncle doesn't come instinctual to Thorin. He loves his nephews with all his heart, but he doesn't quite understand them. However, when Dís needs a break with the death of her husband so fresh, she leaves to travel as a blacksmith and Thorin is left to mind the colony, Fíli, and Kíli. If they all manage to survive to the end of the five months, Thorin will consider it a success. The Fluttering of All Your Wings - whisperedstory - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geart/Jaskier, i had a bit of a fae Jaskier binge and this one is top tier) Summary: Jaskier has never really fit in anywhere, not with the fae and not with the humans. His mother always warned him to hide his heritage, especially from witchers. But then he meets Geralt and starts following him around the Continent. He finally learns what it's like to feel like he belongs somewhere, which makes keeping his secret even more necessary—and difficult. Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers - poppunkpadfoot (StormVandal) - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, one of my fav muggle Au fics) Summary:

The customer standing in front of him is quite possibly the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen. Like, he looks like a model or something. He has long, black hair, flattened by water, and just the slightest amount of scruff on his face, and…

And a baby strapped to his chest. The Gift of Hobbits - MoroseBarnacle - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, and its just SO good!) Summary: The gift of hobbits is a secret not known to dwarves. Bilbo’s gift saves the Company—repeatedly—and they don’t even know it until after Smaug is dead. But by then, just about everybody knows there’s a hobbit in Erebor, and the invading orcs decide to keep Bilbo and his otherworldly gift for themselves. Let's Play Pretend - MsAlexWP - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, muggle Au and fake dating, whats not to love?) Summary: After James and Lily died, Sirius Black's therapist told him not to date for a year. And that's just as well. He's got a 13-month-old baby now and quite enough to deal with, thanks. But the nosy neighbors in his building keep trying to set him up and won't take no for an answer. Enter Remus Lupin, another single dad who pretends to be Sirius's boyfriend, just to get the old lady brigade off his back and nothing more. Nothing more at all. Guardian of Kings - SunnyRose - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, another excelent work by @sunnyrosewritesstuff, and im sure most bagginshielders love a bit of BAMF Bilbo and cultural misunderstanding, I know i do!) Summary: The Company has been having a good laugh as the story of their quest spreads through the mountain and more and more retellings makes Thorin out to be Bilbo’s damsel in distress. It stops becoming funny when Thorin’s honor is challenged, and it’s up to Bilbo to defend it. Thorin may be ready to smuggle his hobbit out of the mountain, but Bilbo will do it. For Thorin, he would do anything. Hope theres something to others to enjoy, if not see you next week for more.

Now, for my uploaded fics:

Far over the Misty Mountains:A hobbit with a heart (Past Bilbo/Thorin, for the KCAWS 30-days-of-feelings prompts) Summary: Bilbo's home is suddenly invaded by a troop of dwarves. He would be bad, should be mad, but that song .... It's a good job I love you! ( Bilbo/Thorin,written for #247 - Blindspot for @flashfictionfridayofficial) Summary: Bilbo sees that Thorin has once again forgotten to take the rubbish out, bloody husbands, he thinks exasperated. And finally This is real, but it isnt ME! (Jegulus and background Wolfstar, based off a prompt from a friend about Regulus being in a crop top and not happy about it) Summary: Regulus loves his brother, something he has to remind himself, because right now he wants to murder him. This is all Sirius fault!

#Bagginshield #The hobbit #Wolfstar #Jegulus #Marauders #geralt/jaskier #The Withcer #weekly roundup #Enjoy

[lesbiansforboromir]

Regarding your last ask, when did sauron seem so hopeless? Was it somewhere in the text? Wasn't he at the height of his hubris just doing whatever the hell he wanted in middle earth, enjoying his success and just having a good time.

Oh I'm not describing a specific aspect of the text, I was more extrapolating from what the text says that he must have an amount of despair for his end goal. He certainly is not enjoying any success either. 'Success' is extremely relative, Sauron might have been entirely full of his own hubris, but that internally would have made his actual accomplishments appear extremely meager. Like yes, he is definitely causing untold misery and death continent wide, but that is not his actual goal. His goal is total control and domination, which he never succeeds in doing to any of the 'faithful' peoples, only to those in the south and east who in the majority have been worshipping Morgoth and then Sauron for most of time whilst being entirely abandoned by the Valar. In fact! Sometimes he does not even have control over them! Sauron has to historically suffer a great deal of ego-brutalising moments in order to further his causes, debasing himself in front of Pharazon, being laughed at by orcs (that is a canonical thing that happens, actually the quote is so funny you gotta see it; […] The Eastern Orcs, who had not experienced the power and terror of the Eldar, or the valor of the Edain, were not subservient to Sauron - while he was obliged for the cozening of Western Men and Elves to wear as fair form and countenance as he could, they despised him and laughed at him, lmao) when he tries to re-dominate them during the early second age, and in the end none of those things actually work! He gets defeated by Numenor, he gets destroyed with an island and loses his form, he gets defeated by a new country only 100 years old and loses his OTHER form, he has to become a nasty little forest necromancer for a while just to cope, neither dragons nor balrogs will work with him unless he gets to beg them first and they get killed before he can do that. Any victories he achieves, destroying Arnor for example, are then immediately tempered by defeat (battle of Fornost). And then also according to texts, Sauron is tormented by his own longing for the ring as well! He is not a creature that gets to relax, nor can he really.

I think I should also say that like.. the kind of evil Sauron is into is supposed to feel terrible canonically. He might outwardly show a haughty demeanor, but Sauron is constantly aggrieved by what he lacks, in a similar way to Morgoth being perpetually terrified and discontented. And this is textual, the discontent and rampant obsession is why they rebelled in the first place, neither of them are beings that are happy to rest when they havent even achieved what they wanted too. And as I said before, that achievement is impossible. Sauron and Morgoth did not have the bliss of not knowing about fate and the rule of Eru etc, he's their dad. They had the hubris to believe that they could defeat fate itself, but they also had to be somewhat aware that that was at least an unimaginably monumental task. So no! I'm afraid, even if he was at the height of his hubris, that is not a pleasant place to be and he was not able to do anything he wanted really. He was consumed 24/7 by his schemes or what he was owed or his losses or indeed his lack of the ring and I dont think he felt a single moment of peace from the moment he left Valinor till now.

#chats #Anonymous

[yurisorcerer]

That was really good!

Gosh, I have many thoughts, but I'm not sure how well I'll be able to articulate them given that I'm kind of tired at the moment.

So, my main love here is for the characters. I think people tend to sell Dungeon Meshi on its worldbuilding and I do get that (it's very complex and is quite well thought-out), but the characters are what really grabbed me. I don't think there was a single member of the main cast I didn't love. Laios is such a delightfully weird monster manual fanboy and I 100% agree with the people who say he feels neurodivergent and that this feels intentional. Senshi is awesome and it's very funny how the manga is extremely horny for him. Chilchuk brings a profound Divorced Dad energy to the cast that I think is great for bouncing off of the other characters. Izutsumi is interesting by how she contrasts with the earlier party members, I want to think about her role in the story more. I think she was kind of meant to give us an "outcast's perspective" of sorts? I think she's good at being that, but I feel like having blown through most of the manga in a few days may have hampered my appreciation of some of the more subtle aspects of her character.

Marcille, though, is my favorite; as someone who is also a really fussy eater and just kind of tightly-wound in general I found her really relatable. She's also super, super, super pretty and cute but we don't need to get into that right now. I cannot be the first person to point out how, when she becomes the dungeon lord, her behavior starts feeling extremely manic, right? I suffer from delusional episodes that include very difficult to ignore intrusive thoughts, and I thought the whole bit she went into about how being the dungeon lord feels felt very familiar in that respect, and it really hit home for me.

(On the flip side, having your desires eaten by the demon seems similar to depression. I've been there, too.)

Other stuff! I like the whole overarching theme of eating both in the literal sense and as a general metaphor for going through one's life. In the very last chapter Marcille says something to the effect of, perhaps this journey was to teach us to accept death, and I don't think that's necessarily the entirety of what the series is going for, but that's part of it definitely. There's a whole circle of life thing going on here. The manga is very....sensory? Lots of focus on taste of course but also scent and feeling. Lots of really strong imagery along those lines throughout the entirety of it.

I set the worldbuilding aside earlier but it is super neat actually, also. I still don't love the general conceits of a western-style fantasy setup, but I think this is honestly about as well as it's possible to do this material. Everyone has a motivation for their actions that feels inspired by experience and history rather than just Dwarves Do X and Elves Do Y and so on. There's a LITTLE of that, but not nearly as much as is typical for this kind of thing. In particular, I liked the orcs. Their usage as a symbol is perhaps somewhat fraught (I'm not the person to make that call either way), but it felt like it was coming from a good place and they're just treated so much better here than comparable people in other media, idk. It felt nice to me.

The art! The art is fucking gorgeous, like, if I wanted to get someone to read this manga this is one of the things I'd mention. The entire dungeon feels so wonderfully lived-in and ancient. You can practically feel the stonework in some panels. (Sidebar here! The anime is really good at capturing this, do watch the anime it's fantastic.)

Some other random stray thoughts:

-The circumstances she gets it in obviously suck, but Marcille's dungeon lord outfit honestly serves hard and everyone should get off her case about it.

-I ended up liking the captain of the Canaries a lot more than I thought I would. He's just an interesting character all around.

-I also really love Sissel / Thistle / apparently how you romanize this is a source of some contention. I feel sooooo bad for the guy. He just wanted to keep everyone safe! It's not his fault that his idea of keeping everyone safe ended up being influenced by a lion-headed demon from outside of reality and corrupted into a suffocating hellscape for those same people! OK maybe it's a little his fault

-I like the diversity in appearances across the characters. This is a thing I wish more manga did this well.

-Laios' kingly titles in the final chapter, RANKED from MOST to LEAST badass: 1. Laios of the Three Heads (based as fuck, makes people ask questions when they hear about you in a history book several centuries down the line), 2. The Demon-Eater (badass and very specific) 3. The Vegetable-Armored (basically gets the same reaction as #1, but with a more comedic lean) 4. Demon King Laios (this honestly seems pretty disingenuous but it is dope) 5. The Dragon-Slayer (very generic, also not even the most impressive part of what he did) 6. The Lord of the Dungeon (Crusader Kings 2 auto-generated-ass name) 7. Pervy Tallman (this sounds like a bad comedian)

-I want to kiss Marcille on the lips

-who said that

-haha I wouldn't mind the Canaries coming to arrest me am I right fellow lesbians

-who said that (part 2)

anyway yeah really good manga highly recommended. I'm not sure if it's a (get out the scare quotes folks) "Personal Favorite" per se, but it might become one over time. Usually such things take a bit to settle with me. The fact that I have any interest in reading it again is a good sign, though. 90% of the time when I'm done with media I'm fine with never revisiting it again. Dungeon Meshi I would very much like to revisit, both in the form of the anime that's airing right now and also I think I'd like to re-read the manga in a few years when I'm at a different place in my life to see what I think of it a little farther down the line. I liked it a lot, and I think it will stick with me.

#Dungeon Meshi #Delicious in Dungeon #yurisorcerer talks about media #spoilers

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Top 10 Choices books

This time, I actually managed to rank my favorite books. But don't expect this to happen again 😅

1. The Crown & The Flame: fierce female MC who's not only a queen but also a warrior, male MC that turns into a dragon, intricate adventure with lots of action, great characters (including LIs, side characters and villains) and didn't even need CG art to make the story compelling. Oh, how I miss PB's early years...

2. Ride or Die: I expected the worst from a book which MC is a nerdy teen getting involved with illegal car dealers and car races, but PB went there and made me eat my words. The outstanding plot, the amazing LIs and side characters, actual character development for MC and a beautiful open ending. All of that in one single book? Damn, PB ❤️

3. Hero: I'm not of big fan of super heroes stories, but this one has my heart with its interesting LIs and friends to MC, engaging plot and a villain that looks like he stepped out of Spiderman universe to enter Choicesverse.

4. Bloodbound: even though the two last chapters were absolutely traumatizing (and I will NEVER forgive what the writing team did to Jax and Lily), Bloodbound lore is really engaging, has some great action scenes, most likely the best NSFW scenes and wonderful LIs.

5. Perfect Match: I genuinely thought it was just a romance book. I was so wrong! PM has adventure, sci-fi, drama, comedy and gorgeous LIs. I love it!

6. The Heist Monaco: Smart and cunning MC, interesting and gorgeous LIs, awesome adventure/action/comedy plot and great side characters with some of the best group scenes.

7. It Lives Beneath: best horror book PB has ever written with choices that can drastically affect the ending. Plus, Tom is romanceable 😍

8. A Courtesan of Rome: because it's based on Ancient Roman History (and I love History), the storyline has some inconsistencies that bugged me sometimes, but MC is so awesome, and the LIs were so good that it was hard to choose and I nearly forgot Cassius wasn't this sweet, intellectual and idealistic guy the book makes him look like lol.

9. Mother of The Year: another book PB made me eat my words. I love a book with a fierce MC, wonderful LIs and a daughter so adorable and smart that even this millennial terrified of having kids was all heart eyes in the very first chapter;

10. High School Story: did I expect to be so invested in a story about a teenager having cheesy teenager problems during high school? No. But I was so freaking invested on this drama-free teen trilogy I was pissed when I found out the fourth book was actually a new story without my beloved MC and their hilarious dad and the original HSS LIs had very little relevance to the plot (But I forgive the writing team because of Skye ❤️)

Honorable mentions:

- Distant Shores: Pirate book, time travel and a heartbreaking ending. What's not to like?

- Blades of Light and Shadow: I have to admit I like the plot more than its characters, but also like playing with as an orc (even though the storyline didn't do justice to Orc MC on book one)

- Crimes of Passion: even tho I haven't finished playing it, I looooove a good mystery/thriller/horror book, it's great to play as an adult MC who's actually good at what they do and it's the only single LI book I played in which the LI is worth all the hype;

- Guinevere: also haven't finished playing it, but I love a good period book with a good dose of fantasy. Plus, Arthur is the sweetest;

- Desire & Decorum: NGL after book one, there were so many filler scenes on books two and three, but I was* too madly in love with my Ottoman Prince and liked 90% of the characters to give up on the story ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

*"was..." I said, as if Hamid doesn't live in my mind rent free since 2018... 😏

Tagging @choicesfandomappreciation

#playchoices #choicesfanworksday

[monstersandmaw]

I mentioned that Rhuarc the grumpy, one-eyed orc is a Dadmode Sleeper Agent, well, he just came online. He came across Lucia begging in chilly Whiterun and instantly offered her a room in Breezehome when he learned that her own aunt kicked her out when she took over the family farm.

Rhuarc's heart then broke all over again when she told him he could help himself to the stuff she'd found and collected into a chest in her room. Like, no, sweetie, it's your room and your stuff, and here, have a doll and a taffy treat and another dress.

I did look in the chest out of curiosity, and saw it was full of stuff like a bee, a few flowers, two books, a steel dagger (!), and some other small alchemy stuff. I headcanon now that she wants to be an alchemist when she grows up and will help Arcadia and learn from her while Rhuarc is off being a merc to support his little family (he's not the Dragonborn in this found-family AU). Rhuarc's housecarl, Lydia, basically stays at home in Whiterun the whole time, and she'll walk Lucia to Arcadia's Cauldron on the mornings that she's expected there, and will teach her some basic sword-work and self-defence in her spare time. She becomes like an aunt or an older sister.

Sofie will be the other kid Rhuarc will adopt, because she sleeps on the street in fucking Windhelm of all the frigid places in Skyrim, though he'd have a huge pack of formerly-homeless kids and provide them with a secure home and a protective orc as their father if he could (i.e. if the game let him). Alesan would have been the other choice, but he can sleep in the inn in Dawnstar, and Blaise has a roof over his head too working at the stables in Solitude, even if he's miserable. These two girls had nothing and no one, but now they've got Orc Dad.

#skyrim #orc #orsimer #orc dad #single dad orc #rhuarc the orc

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

I spent most of today scrolling through AITA posts on Reddit. Which made me wonder - if Reddit had existed in Grima's time, what kind of AITA posts would he make?

I (44m) murdered my boss's (71m) son (41m) so I could sell the whole company out to a rival organization. The new boss (10,192m) said I could have the old boss's daughter (26f) as my reward. Her brother (29m) suspects me, but I forged some documents and got rid of him as well. AITA?

hahahahah he's so messy

Reddit would have SO many opinions and he'd ignore every single one of them.

That said I feel like he'd frame it so he was the sad meow meow of the situation. Like this is Grima, positioning and optics are premium importance so he'd skew the matter a bit to emphasize certain things and leave out other details:

I (44[?]m) have been experiencing a great amount of existential dread over the inevitable end of the world and feel that my king (71m) is not in a position to keep me safe. (oh, and our people, of course.) I have also been working for my king for many years and feel that I have not been appreciated for my efforts nor adequately rewarded. I spend all day supporting him in all he does and I'm still treated like a servant.

Recently, I was approached with a proposition by the neighbouring political power (10,192m) to betray my king BUT it would allow me to ensure that we become a vassal state to the aforementioned existential threat to our existence (??m?) which would reduce the chance of my being horrifically murdered by his henchmen (also our people safe blahblahblah). In addition, the neighbouring political power promised to reward me properly for my efforts and loyalty including, but not limited to, money, power, safety, and the current king's niece (24f).

The catch is that I would have to destabilize my country, poison/witchcraft my king, possibly aide and abet the murder of his son (41m), and exile and/or execute his nephew (28m). Considering the broader political ramifications if I don't take this path (annihilation/abject subjugation at the hands of the aforementioned existential threat), AITA for (possibly) accepting this offer?

replies:

horselordaldburg3: YTA obviously. How is this a question? How is this even something you think you need to ask?? Also, you didn't mention that you're one of the most powerful people in the country with wealth and status given to you by the king! Nor have you mentioned that we have allies and friends to help us in our fight against the Existential Evil. I feel like there are some details that are pertinent to people's review of this and you should include them. Snake.

DernhelmShieldofRohan: fuck you, YTA. Also, ew. I'm repulsed. I hope you choke on hay and die. Sit on a shiv and rotate.

MinasTirith: ESH, I think. Since I suspect you're not wrong on some fronts (if power and wealth are solely dependent on the king and would vanish with his death, that's not really a true repayment for services rendered because it keeps you dependent), however you could grow a spine and develop a sense of moral fortitude and overall decency.

That said, how much is the neighbouring power offering you? In terms of money, lmk and I'll see if I can't beat his price. Niece is not on offer because what the fuck? (see: your need to develop a sense of overall decency).

HornofGondor: Father! You can't buy people's loyalty like that.

MinasTirith: I'm speaking to OP in the language OP understands.

KingoftheMark: slfnsf dfsldkjf sddm

HeirofEorl: dad, get off your tablet. OP - YTA and we're going to have a wee little chat soon.

OP: Can it wait? There are some orcs coming in near the Fords of Isen that you need to see off.

&c &c

#Grima with the internet would be a HORROR STORY #on so many fronts #he'd figure out to hack into people's networks and would fuck around in the back end of things #lotr #lord of the rings #grima wormtongue #rohan #lotr shitpost #ask #reply #anon

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2024- Day 6- Doppleganger- Adjacent- Spring Fling

So what makes this Prompt Adjacent is- I actually commissioned @momolady for a modern- Short King- Goblin Boyfriend. Because I had this idea but my brain- at the time went- "nice idea, I have no dialog for that". She has not released the commission to Tumblr yet (it's coming, Matthias is EPIC and everything I never knew I always wanted) And OF COURSE, the moment I commission her? My brain went- 'Oh yeah, here you go'. So, obviously different characters, different names, same idea and concept which is close enough to a doppleganger in my opinion. And what better way to share "versions" of the same story than through something like this? And of course, I want to be clear- this is not being released because I wasn't perfectly happy with my commission, that's not true, I'm always 1000% satisfied. This is just what my brain gave me while I waited on a *Professional* because plot bunnies have a way of breeding and growing.

So, as always, huge thanks to @borealwrites for their amazing Monster March 2024 Prompt List. You have brought order to my chaos. lol. Enjoy.

Spring Fling

Gabe stopped and froze when watched the most beautiful woman he had probably ever seen in his life- walk into the hotel lobby as he was trying to push his kid and himself and their luggage cart into the elevator but stopped and rubbernecked the lilac night elven hybrid beauty that walked in. 

“Hello Gorgeous.” Gabe breathed to himself as he felt his eyebrows raise into his hairline and his cock twitch against the leg he had put his cock next to in his pants. Hot damn. 

She was gorgeous and practically a goddess. That perfect, pastel lilac with a soft ballet slipper pink undertone skin, paired with long, platinum blonde hair that reached that bodacious derriere, hanging in curls he wanted to wrap around his finger. Those hips that were hypnotizing him. He nearly fell over, trying to crane his head around as he watched her walk through the lobby.  

And that jiggle of her ample cleavage and even that heavenly soft belly? Oh, he was done for. And then to see her in a sports miniskirt, with those long legs, with her large and in charge thighs that jiggled ever so deliciously from her steps,  that he wondered would snap his waist off if they were to wrap around him? He could dream. Especially to see those tattoos snake up her legs and disappear under that skirt? Oh he wanted to see just how high up they went. 

She was already nearly statuesquely tall, made even more exquisitely so in her wedge sandals with those bangles around her ankles the charms delightfully jingling with each step, accentuating her beautiful, pedicured feet in them. 

Granted, Gabe was half goblin and half verdan, so he was already short, and he already knew every other woman was going to be taller than him. Which, he had made his peace with, a long time ago. Then he looked past her to see that the affect that she had had on him- was the same affect was on every other guy in that lobby as they seemed to part for her and let her walk right up to the desk since they had already checked in themselves but seemed to linger to watch her appreciatively, from orc, to elf, to tiefling, to minotaur, to human, every single kind of guy stopped to stare, some of them even whistling which made her head duck down and a pretty fuchsia blush dust on her cheeks as she pressed those full lips into a thin line and those heavenly lashes flutter as a worried frown cross her features before the protective side of Gabe came roaring to life. 

He owned a coffee shop, and employed a lot of baristas and he knew that look all too well. But this wasn’t his establishment and, as much he wanted to step in, he was clearly outnumbered and most of these guys were at least two to three times his size and ten times his strength. 

“Hi, I have a reservation under Thorne?” She offered to the receptionist before the elevator dinged. 

“Dad?” Tristan asked and that finally pulled Gabe out of the spell Miss Thorne had seemed to cast over him. 

Right, he was here with his son. He probably shouldn’t go chasing tail while he was with his son. He needed to refocus. 

“Yeah, sorry, let’s go.” He finally said before he pushed the cart into the elevator before a few more passengers boarded the elevator with them to go up to the various rooms. 

Meanwhile, Tatianna kept her head down as she walked into the hotel as she felt anxious that she felt that everyone was staring at her as she tried to walk quickly from the door to the receptionist’s desk and hated that the lobby was full because of course it was full of other dad’s whose wives and kids were in the car as they waited for their dad’s to check in. But being a single mom, she had to do this and to see a guy rush from the back- to dismiss the receptionist so he could stand proudly at the check in desk and smiled brightly at her as he got into position to wait on her as he even gestured to her and called her over. 

"I can take care of you right here Miss." He pleasantly called out. 

“Hi, I have a reservation under Thorne?” She asked as she had her phone- in it’s wallet case in one hand and got the credit card she was going to use to pay for this trip- in the other. 

“Yes, hello Miss. Thorne, welcome to Starlight Suites. My name is Nathan, I’ll be checking you in today. I see you have booked a Little Dipper Suite, however, we are actually overbooked for that class of suite. So could I get you a free upgrade to an Aurora Suite instead?” The manager asked hopefully as he had seen her from the office and immediately got up out of his chair so he could check her out himself. 

“That would be wonderful, thank you.” Tatianna smiled as she seemed to pull her phone down just out of sight as she silently put the phone to record this interaction. 

“And you said that’s a free upgrade to an Aurora Suite right?” She repeated for her own record as she tucked her arm under her cleavage but kept the phone placed in such a way so as to record him too. 

“Of course. You won’t be charged anything, not even the smallest of fees for the free upgrade to the Aurora Suite.” He repeated with a charming smile. 

"Oops, overbooked on those too, Let’s get you into the Grand Celestial Suite.” He quickly offered as he clicked like crazy on his mouse to move her reservation up through the various tiers of their system- straight to the top. 

“And also, for the inconvenience, I’m going to throw in fast passes for the park as well.” He informed her as he went ahead and gave her every add on he could in the computer and using his managerial code to comp it all too, as if Tatianna had been a five diamond award inspector he was trying to schmooze his way into getting a five diamond rating. But he was going to do his best to give her a five diamond experience nonetheless as the other receptionist slowly turned her head to give her manager an incredulous look before she just turned back to what she was working on and subtly shook her head. 

“Oh, that’s very generous of you. Thank you.” Tatianna simply smiled pleasantly as she had hoped that this wouldn’t happen. But, at the same time, this would enhance her daughter’s Natalia’s vacation too so she shouldn’t complain as she chanced a look at the other receptionist and saw how she was just shaking her head and Tatianna was sure she was blushing from her chest up to the tips of her ears as she feared all the other guests were about to contest that perhaps they didn’t get the same treatment. But thankfully that didn’t happen. 

“I’ll be right back.” Nathan offered before he had to go into the back to get the packages that were technically supposed to get all kinds of upcharges to access, but that he was freely giving to the hottest guest he had had in years as he avoided the irritated glares of the receptionist who was on duty but who had instead made herself busy clearing out the room cards from other guests and putting them into the basket that was used to recode for new rooms. 

Nathan came back only a moment later with everything he had eagerly grabbed from the back to make a custom “welcome package” for his guest. And when he printed out practically half a reem of paper of all the coupons and vouchers and passes to her, he had to instead put it all into a folder to keep it all organized as he even gave her a discounted rate on her actual reservation. So that she essentially got half of her original reservation for free, but with the value of everything she now had, was really at a huge discount as he made sure to use his best pen- to write down all his phone numbers with, especially his personal number on the back of his best business card for her. 

“Will you need any help getting your luggage from your vehicle? Also, feel free to park in priority parking. Just in case.” He insisted as he made sure to give her a special placard that she could park there without getting towed or anything before she took that as well. 

“No, we packed light, we can carry it ourselves. Thanks.” She waived off before she waived by with her left hand, trying to subconsciously flick her left ring finger with it’s wedding ring still there on her finger the most- to hopefully catch his attention and give him the subtle signal that she wasn’t “on the menu” herself before she walked out of the line of sight of the receptionist desk and past the elevators, just as Gabe was there, with his now empty luggage cart. 

“Oh, are you returning that?” She asked as she pointed to it. 

“Yup, you need it?” He asked as he gently pushed it towards her. 

“Yes, thank you so much. Have a great day!” She thanked him brightly with a smile that shamed the sun and that made him swoon as she took it and pushed it herself as now Gabe could really oggle that amazing ass and those powerful thighs in that flouncy work out mini skirt with shorts underneath- as she walked away from him. But not for long before the elevator doors closed and he found himself simply sighing in defeat as he went ahead and pressed the button for his floor. 

“Down boy.” He sarcastically chided his own cock as it had seemed to instantly get hard and wanted out of his pants and instantly into her. He was practically a dirty old man at this point, there was no use lusting after a sweet young thing like her. 

He went back to his room and unpacked and then went to go get some ice and nearly dropped the ice bucket when he saw Miss Gorgeous walking down the same hallway he was staying on with that luggage cart with quite a bit of luggage on it. 

“Natalia, could you please get the door for me?” Miss Gorgeous asked a young girl who was wearing a hoodie with her shorts and headphones and still nose deep into her phone before the girl murmured and put the key card to the reader and opened the door for her mom. 

“Thank you Sweetheart.” Her mom cooed as she maneuvered the luggage rack into the room from the hallway before the door shut behind her and Gabe practically engraved the room number onto his brain before he decided not to be a nosy stalker and continue to get the one thing he knew he needed to get- ice. And at this rate, a very cold, ice cold shower. 

Then, once he had to practically dive to scrape the remains of the ice from the ice machine and he got the ice and was on his way back to his room, he noticed the manager outside of her room, knocking.  

“Is there a problem?” Tatianna asked worriedly once she came to the door. 

“No! No problem at all, Miss Thorne, you just forgot this at check in. And I wasn’t sure if your drink bar was fully stocked or not, so I brought some complimentary items, just in case.” He offered her another folder and a bunch of gift bags, practically bursting with goodies and even a flower arrangement and two bottles of wine in wine gift bags, dangling from his fingers, one red, one white, along with a bottle of champagne, the best they had- from the bar downstairs. 

“Oh, thank you so much.” She managed to say in a forced polite, pleasantness that Gabe caught onto once again as his instincts suddenly planted his feet right where they were as he stayed at a respectful distance but still in full view as his own ears seemed to train on Miss Gorgeous and this manager, who was clearly making her very uncomfortable. 

“And of course, my card, feel free to call me at any of those numbers if you have any needs that I can fulfill.” Nathan tried to say as he pointed to his personal number he had written on the back of his business card for emphasis as Gabe frowned deeply as she seemed to want to hide as much of herself behind the door.  

“Oh, ok, I still have your card that you gave me downstairs at check in, but thank you. Now I really have no excuse to accidentally lose your number. But really, the room is very nice, quite luxurious, thank you so much for the free upgrade, my family and I really appreciate it and it’s really making our family vacation from good to great.” She tried to compliment. 

“Oh, yeah, um, sorry, did I need to add more passes or something? Did I miss someone?” He asked as he distinctly remembered that there was just one adult and one minor at check in, both feminine names. 

“No, it’s a girls weekend this weekend, we left the boys at home. And it isn’t Miss Thorne, it’s Mrs. Thorne actually.” She tried to waive off after she put the things down behind the door instead of letting him come into the room himself. 

“But we really appreciate your hospitality and generosity. Have a nice day.” She tried to politely say before she shut the door and Gabe’s gut and instincts screamed at him that this asshole was going to be a problem. Gabe got a good look at the manager’s name badge so he could have half a mind to write corporate about this as he changed his course to walk right up to this guy as the manager made a single step away as he had turned away from Gabe to head to the elevators. 

“Can I have your card too? Just in case I should need anything either?” Gabe asked loudly before Nathan seemed to jump a little that he got caught before turning on him with an irritated scowl that he quickly tried to cover up in a pleasant smile. 

“Unfortunately that was my last card, I’m sure if you go down to the receptionist desk, they can give you one there. If you’ll excuse me, other guests need my attention.” Nathan politely offered before he walked off and rounded the corner at the elevators before the door creaked open and Mrs. Thorne peeked her head out. 

“Is he gone?” She whispered. 

“Yeah, he’s gone. Sorry about that, you should complain to corporate for harassment.” He offered to her as he backed away from her door, so as not to appear to be crowding her too- as she poked her head out further to make sure that manager wasn’t lurking anywhere before she heard the elevator ding and the doors open, thanks to her large, beautiful ear inclined towards the elevators as she faintly heard him huff as he went on and then the doors closed, bringing him back to the main lobby. 

“Here.” She offered the card that the manager just gave her and gave it to him. 

“Are you here with your family too?” She asked as she eyed him appreciatively as she recognized him from the elevator earlier as now he was closer, she could take a moment to really appreciate more of his features. Those big, beautiful sage green ears, combined with that very distinctive nose, that had been just a touch crooked from his fighting youth she imagined and she of course, noticed how a few gray hairs peppered his otherwise dark brown hair as it slicked back over his head with a few pieces, defying it and curling back over to hang in his face as a few wrinkles seemed to frame his eyes and make a pair of laugh lines around his handsome mouth. 

“Yeah, granted that family consists of just me and my son, Tristan. But yeah.” He offered. 

“That’s wonderful. I take it you’re here for the Spring Fling?” She asked hopefully as she nodded out of the window that showed the amusement park, with it’s world renowned and world record holding roller coasters piercing the skyline since this hotel was considered one of the many resort suite hotels of the park. 

“Yes.” He confirmed with a nod. 

“Us too, maybe we’ll see each other again at the park. Here, he gave us free vouchers for fast passes at the park this weekend. If they’re tied to my room, just use my room number and my name. Tatianna Thorne, in room 1553 and you can claim you’re my guests if need be. Here let me write that down for you.” She grabbed at her purse behind the door and got a pen out and wrote them down on the paper before she just handed him the new folder of new coupons and vouchers, another set of the ones Nathan had already given her at the receptionist's desk. 

“Oh, we’re ok. You don’t have to.” He tried to refuse her. 

“Did you have all of this already? Because if you did, you could use this instead and get a refund for yourself.” She tried to insist as she took a step out of her room and practically pushed the folder into his hands. 

“You don’t owe anyone anything, me most of all. If the manager is going to be like that- the rest of your stay, I’ll happily bear witness to his harassment as an objective witness to it. Just in case.” Gabe insisted. 

“I know, that’s why I’m so grateful for you stepping up and stepping in. He insisted that all of this was free at check in and I’m afraid that if I say anything now, he’ll end up charging me for all of this. And I really don’t have that kind of money. And I really don’t want it to be a ‘he said- she said’ kind of thing.” She offered in a low, hushed murmur, as if she was afraid that if she said it too loudly, the manager would jump out of a room at any moment as she gave the hallway another worried glance to see a family head towards the pool as the dad gave her a longing glance before he refocused on his family. 

“So what exactly did he say at check in?” Gabe asked as he felt himself slip back into protective manager mode. 

“Actually, if you don’t mind, could I get your email address? I actually recorded the conversation, just in case. I could send you the audio file, it’s too big to send in a text.” She offered as she pulled her phone out of her pocket on her shorts under her skirt.  

“Yeah sure, it’s…” Gabe gave her his gmail address before she gave him her phone as he traded his ice bucket and the folder for so she could save him as his contact as Gabe felt like he must have slipped and hit his head because this felt so surreal. 

But the poor woman was scared because she was being preyed upon. And obviously this had been done to her so many times that she knew she had to do things like this to protect herself and he would not be that asshole to take advantage of this, or her before they traded it back and she sent a quick text to him, so that he would know who the new message was from so he could save her in his phone. 

“Dad?” Tristan asked once he poked his head out of his room to wonder where his dad was. 

“I’ll be right there.” Gabe offered. 

“Thank you so much for doing this. I hope you have a good weekend with your son.” She offered. 

“Thanks, and I hope you have a good girls weekend. You should call those boys in your life to come if he tries that again.” Gabe offered. 

“Oh, that. Yeah.” She blushed and looked away guiltily and moved her side swept bangs behind her pretty ears that had blushed a dark violet. 

“White lie to keep the creeps at bay?” He guessed. 

“That obvious?” She asked with a wince. 

“Nope. Sounded like the gospel truth to me and it is- as far as I’m concerned. I own a coffee shop, the things my baristas have to tell all their customers, I’ve heard it all.” He waived off. 

“Oh! That explains it then. I’ll let you get back to your son. Thank you so much for your help.” She offered. 

“Yeah, and if you ever need mine, I’m just a few doors down the hall, in 1575. Don’t be a stranger ok?” He pointed to where his son was standing and watching curiously. 

“Only if you won’t be one either.” She grinned happily. 

“For sure Mrs. Thorne- enjoy your evening.” He offered as he used the folder in his other hand to salute her off and walked away, feeling a whole foot taller. 

“You too.” She returned before she slipped back into her room. 

“So what happened?” Tristan asked his dad. 

“You know how I, very rudely and disrespectfully, ogled at Miss Gorgeous when she walked into the hotel?” He asked with a wincing grimace. 

“Yeah. And now you’re talking to her. Did you get her number?” Tristan asked his dad hopefully. 

“I did, but not for that reason. The manager of the hotel was coming on to her and she was very, understandably- uncomfortable. So I made it a point to stay and witness the interaction, just in case the manager tries anything else. And because I took that stand of solidarity, she got my number and my email address so she could send me the recording of the interaction as proof of what the manager did, just in case he doubles back on either her or us. And, he already gave her a set of fast passes and so she had these extra ones that she felt obliged to share with us. So if we see her, and her daughter, be nice and say thanks ok?” He urged as he gave his son the folder and put the ice bucket in it’s place before he fished his phone from his pocket to smile at the new number and save it as Tatianna Thorne. 

“Holy cow! She got…everything! He hooked her up!” Tristan gasped in astonishment as he took the folder to the table and took out everything and organized it before Gabe wiped his hands off and came over and sat down to see it all. 

“Tatianna Thorne.” Tristan read off of the pretty name written across the paper. 

“Pretty name.” Tristan grinned at his dad. 

“And an even prettier woman with it.” Gabe blurted as he just looked at all of this stuff and knew he was holding vouchers for hundreds, if not at least a thousand dollars worth of stuff as he got on the app and used the codes already printed off on the papers to add what he could to his digital tickets on the theme park’s app and grinned when all of it was added flawlessly and seamlessly. 

“So what’s her daughter’s name?” Tristan asked. 

“I have no idea. I didn’t ask  and she didn’t tell. But I’m sure you’ll see her around, probably at the pool if not in the theme park.” Gabe shrugged. 

“Got it all?” Tristan asked before they double checked it. 

“Yup. Got it all.” Gabe nodded.

“Can we go down to the pool now?” He asked. 

“Yes.” Gabe caved before they got changed into their swim trunks and went down to the pool and swam around for a while with the other kids before Tatianna came down, both her and her daughter in bikinis and bath robes as nearly every guy and several women with a pulse seemed to stop and stare to see them there. 

“Ugh.” Natalia glared at everyone who was gawking at her and her mom. 

“Let’s just go.” She urged her mom as she pulled the bathrobe around her tighter.

“If you feel unsafe we can go. Do you feel unsafe?" Tatianna asked.

"...no..." Natalia grumbled as she practically had to stamp 'fuck off' all over her face as her dirty glares finally got the others to look away and stop staring at her or her mom.

"Well, if any of them dares to approach you or makes you uncomfortable, let me know and we will deal with them and we'll leave. But otherwise, I would really appreciate at least a little soak in the hot tub. The younger kids are still safe, I'm sure most of the moms are too. And there's other girls here who look to be about your age. Maybe you can make a friend or two while we're here.” Tatianna encouraged as she put her things down and put her hair up into a messy but still gorgeous bun before she shirked the bathrobe off and walked over to the hot tub and slipped in just about the time, all the dads seemed to want to get into the hot tub too. 

“Hi, I take it you’re Mrs. Thorne’s daughter?” Tristan asked as he came up to Natalia and gently tapped on her upper arm before she turned on her heel to start cussing this guy who had the audacity to know her mom's name- before she turned and frowned and closed her mouth and then looked down to see Tristan there, staring up at her with a friendly smile. Aw, he was just a little kid. Ok, false alarm. She reeled her knee jerk reaction back and dialed down her intensity a bit and tried to remind herself that not every single man she saw was not out to get her or her mom. That there were still some good, and innocent people out there. And with him being so much smaller than her, and appearing to be so much younger than her, she happily slipped into 'big sister' mode.

“Oh, hi, yeah. I’m Natalia Thorne. Nice to meet you.” She offered as she sat down on the sun chair so she could be more or less eye level with him and smiled warmly as he looked about at least a year younger than her, but because he was clearly a goblin hybrid himself, made him a lot shorter than her, but only helped her feel more at ease with him. 

“I wanted to come and say thank you for the fast passes and the drink cup vouchers and the funpix.” He cheerfully offered to her. 

“Aww, you’re welcome. I’m happy you get to use them. So what’s your name?” She asked as she offered her hand for him to shake. 

“Tristan, Tristan Black. That’s my dad- Gabriel Black. But you can call him Gabe.” He said as he pointed over to his dad who was still in the water, trying not to get jumped on by the other kids jumping into the pool as Natalia connected the dots from the earlier conversation her mom had had in the hallway that she had overheard.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Tristan. So you’re here for Spring Fling right?” She asked. 

“Yeah. I won this trip in a book reading contest at my school over the whole school year.” He smiled. 

“Awesome! How many books did you read?” She asked. 

“One hundred and thirty eight!” He beamed. 

“Holy cow! Wow! That's a lot. I probably only get to read a few a month. Which ones were your favorites?” She asked. 

“All of the Lord of the Rings.” He smiled. 

“Ooh! I've seen the movies, never got a chance to read the books.” She offered happily.

"Well did you like the movies?" He asked hopefully. 

"Yeah, granted they're a bit typecasted. But yeah." She nodded. 

"Well yeah, unfortunately, it is. That's the way it's always been in Hollywood." He had to nod in agreement with a more dissappointed expression.  

"Well you never know, there's a lot of actors and actresses that try to break all those typecasting molds. Besides, with Netflix and Amazon and Disney, new types of media are being produced all the time. Maybe a new mini series will come out that will break all the molds and make us look at everything and everyone differently." She encouraged.

"Well what kind of books do you like to read?" He asked when he saw a corner of a book peek out from her pool bag. 

“Oh! It's a ‘laws of the universe’ book that discusses how gravity, electromagnetism, along with strong nuclear force and weak nuclear force can orchestrate how different solar systems work and we can use them to chart courses through star systems one day.” She answered as she pulled it out and showed it to him.

“Woah, I know about gravity. I don’t know about any of the other things.” He offered sheepishly as he stared at the different diagrams and things in the book.

“It’s ok. Very few people do. I just really like science. But did you know that most of the rides that are in the park- run on electromagnetism? Every single steel coaster uses electromagnetism…” she began before she slipped her robe off and walked with him from her chair back to the pool to talk about how and why they used it to mimic jet propulsion without having to use the engine of a jet or the mechanics of a big hill to gain speed and momentum.

Gabe hung back as he was sure Tristan was learning more in this moment than he had his whole life in school as soon other little kids, overhearing Natalia talk about the coasters came to join in on the conversation and listen to her with rapt attention as she sat on the steps with all the little kids around her as the older kids seemed to hang back and then regroup with each other and left her alone.

“Did you invent the roller coasters?” One kid asked. 

“No, it's just an interest of mine." She shrugged off before the other families came down to the pool as the older teen guys immediately perked up at seeing Natalia there with the other littler kids as their dads seemed to immediately notice her mom as Tatianna immediately put her guard up with the older guys as Natalia did the same with the older boys.

Meanwhile- Tatianna felt like she batted away every advance from every other guy, even ones clearly there with their families as she used that time to make sure each and every single one knew and understood that her daughter was only 14 and way under age and off limits and that if their sons tried anything, they would be dealt with accordingly with the proper authorities if need be. Granted she got a bit of flack for her daughter dressing like "jail bait". But she could easily and readily defend that the problem was with them- sexualizing a child. Not, what that child was wearing.

That seemed to shut the dads of the boys up and get them to pull their sons aside and let them know that Natalia was off limits. But that didn't stop all the other guys who didn't have a son to pose 'a threat' to Natalia to just close in tighter as they were eager to run all the other guys through the dirt and mud for practically being pedos. So while Tatianna got to win Natalia some breathing room by getting as many as she could off of her daughter's trail in a sense- it only made her feel more hunted herself.

The wives seemed to congregate together and watch on jealously as Tatianna wished her bikini top covered more of her bountiful chest, even though it was cut modestly, her bountiful chest could make a nun’s shroud look sexy as sin. She felt like her breasts were liable to float right off her chest and into the eager hands and mouths of the others in the hot tub with her as the rest of her body was not even close to relaxing, if anything it was even more tense than it had been before she ever slipped into this hot tub. 

But then, Gabe got out of the pool and Tatianna found herself practically staring to see, even cold, the burmese python of a cock in his swim trunks as she subconsciously licked her lips and wanted nothing more than to see just how big and girthy it could get when it would get hard. He was like a well seasoned steak among fast food burgers, and she was starving and sick of fast food. 

“There’s room for you to sit here Gabe.” Tatianna offered as she moved so that he would be between her and all the others in the hot tub. 

“Oh, thanks.” He grinned as he came to her rescue and spread out to give her more room and space as she practically wedged herself into a far corner.

“So how are those boys of yours doing? Hopefully not getting into trouble while you get a girl’s weekend with Tali are they?” He decided to ask her before she beamed a happy smile for him that he would refer back to that little ruse she had used earlier. 

“No, they’re on a motorcycle trip up north- doing the Tunnel of Trees because the trees are blooming and it’s really pretty this time of year. But much chillier.” She offered. 

“Nice, and they ride…?” He ventured. 

“Oh Matty got himself an Indian Pursuite Elite. So he and Jake are quite comfortable on that ride.” She beamed as Gabe whistled as the corners of his mouth quirked up into a big grin. 

“That’s a nice bike.” He nodded. 

“That’s a forty five thousand dollar bike.” Another dad balked. 

“Well My Steve had an Indian Chief before and for our anniversary this year, he went ahead and got himself that early anniversary present.” Tatianna divulged. 

“How many years have you two been together again?” Gabe asked. 

“Fifteen. Natalia is 14 already. I can’t believe it, we’re getting so old!” Tatianna laughed, her own lines and wrinkles on her own beautiful face seeming to really make her look that much more like a masterpiece in Gabe's eyes.

"Nah, just better with time. But I know Steve still counts himself lucky to have you faithfully by his side." Gabe offered and the look of adoration and happiness that practically made her glow. 

"You bet your sweet ass he does. He's never had to worry about that from me." She proudly proclaimed. 

"Because you've never given him a reason to worry." Gabe smiled as she nodded. 

"And I know he trusts you to keep an eye on his girls while he's away." She winked at him which made him crinkle his nose and laugh and nod.

"A trust I don't dare betray." Gabe nodded before the others took that as deterrent enough for them to lose interest and get out of the hot tub before Gabe slid away to afford Tatianna more breathing room before she finally felt safe enough to relax. 

"Thank you so much for that." Tatianna thanked him as she melted into the hot waters. 

"I take it, that happens to you a lot?" He asked. 

"Yeah, I keep forgetting how much Stephan shielded me from all of that. Now, it's just easier to wear the ring and have everyone assume the idea of him as deterrent enough." She muttered. 

"Divorce?" He guessed. 

"Nope. He died. He was a firefighter. He got caught in the California wildfires when he volunteered to help fight them. His helicopter crashed when he got stuck in a fire tornado." She revealed. 

"Yikes." He grimaced. 

"Yeah. What about you? Please tell me you don't have a tale of woe greater than mine." She tried to offer in a slight teasing tone. 

"Nope. Not even close. Tristan came from a one night stand. But his mom and I are friends but obviously it was a one and done. Simple joint custody. She moved on with another guy. And I have tried to as well. But every woman I try to date, thinks that every young batista I employ is a threat to her. But they are just college girls in a college town just trying to survive each semester. And I have no interest in girls in that age group. Especially when I'm right at that age where I'm not quite old enough to be their dad but not quite young enough to be a big brother either." He tried to explain as he used the water to slick back his hair again before it would fall back in his eyes and disrupt his view of her.

"What's the college and what's the town?" She asked curiously.  

"Oxford." He answered. 

"Oxford… Ohio?" She asked. 

"Yeah…" He answered as she started giggling then laughing. 

"Oh no way. Eaton." She offered. 

"Oh my gosh. Wow. Small world." He had to laugh with her because that was practically 25 minutes away from home. 

"So what's the name of your coffee shop?" She asked. 

"Coffee, Black. Because my last name is Black and that's how I like my coffee. And I also own the adjacent bar Black and Tan." He offered. 

"Nice. I'm a trauma nurse at Kettering Medical, Preble. I'm the trauma nurse stabilizing patients when they get care flighted from our little rural Medical Center to Dayton or Richmond Indiana." She offered. 

"Wow." He blinked in surprise. 

"Matthew was a helicopter pilot for Med Flight when he wasn't a firefighter or when he wasn't in the airforce, flying choppers for them. And we met when the Preble County Medical Center got a set of helicopters and a group of helicopter pilots. And after I showed a lot of aptitude for it, he got me on his crew and we got on the same work schedule so that we always worked together. But since he died, I've been on the swing shifts with the other pilots when I'm not the triage nurse." She confessed. 

"Did he really have that motorcycle?" Gabe asked. 

"No, he had a Suzuki, his brother got an Indian though and he got to ride it a few times when his brother broke his ankle getting his bike into a motorcycle trailer. That Indian was the most comfortable bike I had ever ridden and we had agreed that for our anniversary, we would upgrade to that. But when he died before we could do that, I used a portion of his life insurance policy and I upgraded to an Indian Elite. I got it in royal blue, my favorite color. But the way Tali and I pack - we needed the SUV for this trip and it's only supposed to be hot today and get the cold snap tomorrow. You know how spring is, a lamb one day and a lion the next." Tatianna murmured lowly so that only Gabe could hear her as she leaned in and cupped her hand around his handsome and distinguised ear before she sat back up as he could only hope and pray that these bubbling waters would distort the fact that his cock was practically trying to swim into her from there. God, it had been practically a lifetime since such a heavenly sound went into his ears as her face brushing up against it, almost made him shudder instead of just lightly shiver as all the hair on his arms tried to stand on end.

"So what about you? Is it just you and Tristan? Do you have any pets?" She asked. 

"Two cats, and two dogs." He answered. 

"Alfie, Lucie, Bugger and Trix." He listed off on his fingers as Tatianna got to appreciate he had four fingered hands and those fingers were bigger, and stout and strong and long. Long enough to probably reach her G spot just right if he fingered her she mused. 

"Three cats, 1 dog." She answered.

"Jasmine, Contessina and Roxanne for the cats and one big chonkous humongous dog - Buddy." She listed off. 

"Sounds like a full house." He said. 

"It is. But that's only because Steve and I never got to have more kids. Because by the time Natalia was 4 and in preschool, and we were already so happy to be done with nursing, weaning, and diapers and potty training, and I was wanting to jump head first into flying helicopters, I couldn't do that and have a baby on the tit at the same time because I took those four years off to be a stay at home mom, which was fun, but I missed work and I didn't want to get just to the point of flying just to be grounded again for another four years. But then, just as I got my pilot's license, just for Steve to die in a helicopter crash trying to fight those wildfires that burned most of the state, and for him to be gone and now it feels like I wasted all that time learning to fly when I could have been a mother to more kids, but, still, can't change anything now. And now that Tali is getting older, it's nice that it's just the two of us and every weekend gets to be a girl's weekend." Tatianna tried to justify. 

"Woman, you're gonna make me cry." Gabe tried to tease as he wiped a stray tear from his eye. 

"Sorry, sorry, sad backstory over." She shook her head. 

"So tell me about all those baristas in that coffee shop of yours." She instigated. 

"Oh you mean the walking disasters that think common sense in a special kind of change in the cash drawer?" He remarked before she barked a loud laugh before he did everything in his power to make her laugh as her peals of laughter soon echoed in the pool room. 

"Mom? I'm hungry." Natalia said as she came over and sat next to her mom. 

"I'm hungry too Dad." Tristan said as he did the same. 

"What sounds good for dinner?" Tatianna asked. 

"I don't know, let just get dressed and see what's around." Natalia shrugged. 

"Ok, see you at the park, you guys have a good night." Tatianna offered before she slipped out of the hot tub and picked up her things, slipped into her flip flops and left with her daughter out of there as Gabe resisted the urge to follow them. 

"So how did things go with Mrs. Tatianna go?" Tristan asked. 

"Really well, how did things go with Natalia?" Gabe asked as he noticed his son was practically vibrating with excitement. 

"She's so cool! And wicked smart!" Tristan gushed before he spent the entire walk back to their room to talk about it. 

"So why did you stay so close to Gabe?" Natalia asked and she and her mom got to their rooms and stripped out of their bikinis to get changed into something for dinner. 

"Because he heard me tell the manager it was a girl's weekend and that we left "the boys" at home." Tatianna prompted. 

"And?" Natalia nodded. 

"And Gabe was there, in the hall and witnessed that. And he stayed until the manager left. And at the pool, he brought that up to the other guys, and we pretended to know each other and with him playing along with the little white lie that Dad is alive and that you have a brother who is currently having a boys weekend with Dad, he was essentially a cockblock for me. And saved me from more and more aggressive flirtations. And he owns a coffee shop in a college town and he deals with aggressive patrons trying to flirt with his baristas so he's used to running interference without also having an ulterior motive. And so far he's the first one on this trip who hasn't tried to flirt with me. And he just made me feel... safe and relaxed while he shielded me." Tatianna tried to explain as she stuffed her boobs into yet another minimizing bra to try to contain her bountiful cleavage.

"So the first gentlemen among pigs." Natalia grinned as she slipped into a sports bra and then another outfit for dinner before she grabbed her little makeup bag. 

"Yes, very much so. But now, thanks to this little white lie that got spun into this whole thing and with Gabe practically swearing I'm a good little faithful wife who would never dream of infidelity, now I can't pursue him while we're here without appearing like a huge hypocrite and then open myself up to the masses. And to make it either worse or better, he lives in Oxford. Like 20 minutes away. And he's actually my age! And he wears his age so well and he's actually, genuinely funny. But this is still our vacation and I should be focused on you." Tatianna tried to console as she touched up her own makeup in the mirror.

"Hey, if you want to get dicked down while we're here, I'm cool with that. And if a weekend fling ends up being a little more permanent, I don't mind. Plus, Tristan and I got along pretty good. He's still at that "most girls have cooties" stage. Which is actually kind of nice.” She praised. 

"So what would you like for dinner?" Tatianna asked.

"Steak, and shrimp." Natalia answered. 

"So that's either Outback, Longhorn, Texas Roadhouse, Logan's…" Tatianna listed off.

"Let's invite Gabe and Tristan, see what they want." Natalia offered. 

"Really?" Tatianna asked as her eyes lit up and her ears perked up.

"Yeah, if your ears perk up that high at the thought of it. Yeah." Natalia grinned happily, happy to see her mom happy too. 

"Ok." Tatianna beamed before she shot Gabe a quick text. Oh this trip officially had the potential to go from good to great if Gabe said yes. 

To be continued….

#Monster March 2024 #Monster March 2024- Day 6-Doppleganger-Adjacent #Spring Fling #Goblin Boyfriend #Short King Modern Goblin Boyfriend

[stripesdrawingadventures]

hey :3

out of curiosity, can you give me an overview of your ocs? name, basic bio, anything else you feel like mentioning about them. at least for the ones you use the most? pretty please with a cherry on top /nf

and since, well, this is a drawing blog, can you please draw the oc that is most fun to draw?

awesome that's all I have for now. have a nice day/night

:DDDD

OFC I CAN :DDD

oh boy this will be a long one

also the stuff in these [ ] is the tag you can find their universes specific stuff under and I would be happy to answer any other questions :3

Ester (it means Star :3) [Spacebfs] :

Human kidnapped before birth by aliens (earth has not reached the stars just yet, its around the year 2500 and we focused on fixing our planet (I like being hopeful ok)) and genetically modified to act as a weapon (we are operating under the "humans are space orcs" vibe here)

he eventually ran away with absolutely no context on how to people or take care of himself, hes human but doesnt know what being human really means. Hes like the only human hes ever met

Ester eventually ends up on Llaon 93Q (a planet completely run by an mafia empire) and works as a freelance merc constantly breaking the "rules" the mafia established and having BEEF with them, having to constantly move due to the money on his head (hes running from the police-standin, the mafia and the aliens he originally ran away from dude is STRESSED)

his ship is named Tuhlia, he is CONVINCED she has a personality. to everyone else its a mystery how that pile of junk is still capable of space travel

his favorite color is purple

he alsi has a strange relationship with a lizard man that I wont get into here

[hes the one with the yellow poncho]

Careen [Spacebfs] :

[big tall hunky blue alien man with four arms and a tail and head fins]

Esters love interest

coming from privilege and kinda a dick and getting HUMBLED on his and Esters adventures

he ends up much healthier

Rue [Spacebfs] :

(I am actively writing a full novel length story about them so it might sound a lil weird lol)

Nero/Ghost [The Ravens Dove/emergence line (tho the stuff I already posted I forgot to tag)] :

The protagonist of that universe (its superhero themed :D)

long story short: he's undead

long story long (this is some real comicstyle whackshit) :

born to an rich (made up) swedish family (birthname is simon, we will get to that)

mom died birthing him

dad hated him for it

brother ignored him as he wasnt at home a lot but also never realized how awful and miserable Neros life was

ABUSE

very smart little guy

has a degree in bio chemistry and EXCELLED at it

but he also wants to make his dad finally love him (he got his degree so early and his dad didnt even acknowledge it)

so he fucked around with stuff he shouldnt have without telling anybody

blew himself up

(souls are allowed to witness their funeral and say goodbye to their loved ones) but there was no one, his dad didnt even hold a service

and finally something inside him just broke

he wandered the land of the dead for a while as he didnt want to go to the afterlife to face his mother (every single one of his family members shunt him till now, why would she be different yk?)

the land of the dead aint the friendliest place tho, but he adapted

after like a while (time doesnt exist there) he ran into the domain of the deity of revenge (one of the four brother gods of dead, the pantheon lore is not important just stuff I made up) aka "the raven"

stuff happened they fell in love (their ace) something something Nero becomes "the ravens dove" aka the ravens like avatar to act in the living world

this is where he really adopts the name nero

he becomes an anti hero whose really two faced

(to the heros hes a pretty silly lil guy and to villians hes a scary mf)

starts going on a real rampage against all form of abusers (specifically children) while juggling keeping his image in front of the heros

tho he keeps spiraling and spiraling he really isnt doing well

(also his brother is an hero and so is his fiance, neros real identity is under wraps and he stubbornly refuse to interact with them, the heros have... adjusted)

it all explodes one day and shit hits the fan

there are so many story threats after that point that I cannot all explain here but he will get help and his brother is trying his best to make up for everything

[White hair and close and skin as hes DEAD and yeah-)

You might have noticed other reoccurring muses of the last few drawings

these do have some lore, but I am not willing to share that as it's too close to my heart and I am not ready to share

their lore does not really impact anything on this blog, really they're just my silly little lab rats for art

other than that I just do art other series that are currently going are the custom deck of many things and Fairytales tho I am a little behind on these

request are always very appreciated even tho I might not get to them immediately :>

And your drawing request :3

(this is M/Ifer (I had to change the name due to revamping his story currently) I dont draw them a lot which is why I didnt introduce them, but they are a joy when they turn out like they did here ^^)

#ocs #my ocs #oc stuff #spacebfs #ravens dove/emergency line #what if the stars are watching?

[a-little-unsteddie]

🎤 wip weekend 🪐

it’s me i’m back again with another wip weekend. i have a very busy weekend ahead of me, so idk when i will answer the asks, but please do send them in. i will accept asks until 12/04 @ 10:00p CST

in case you’re new around here, here are the rules: send me an ask with one of these emojis, and i will write at least 3 sentences in that fic, and post it with your ask.

send as many as you’d like! i’m trying to stockpile writing so i can post consistently starting in january!

wips:

🎤 - stuck in your throat: omegaverse, with single dad rockstar eddie, and nanny/tutor steve. a!eddie, o!steve

🪐 - humans are space orcs au: human!steve in space with alien!everyone else

snippet from 🎤

They took time throughout the next couple of weeks to plan how they were getting out of their one year lease. They agreed that they’d let one or two of the kids take over their lease, seeing as they were all adults now and looking for their own place to live.

Will had come to mind first, so Steve had made arrangements with him to take over his half of the lease. Robin had decided to let Will decide who would sign her half. After they talked to him, Will told them he’d chosen Dustin to move in with.

Dustin had been thrilled, having wanted to live on his own for a while now. Steve had witnessed the young beta realize that he’d be living with Will, and it was cute. He was a little flustered, but mostly excited.

Dustin had also pestered him to death about where they were going and just barely accepted that he’d signed an NDA as a reason to not talk about it. Will, of course, already knew, or had an educated guess at the very least. He looked amused and smug at knowing the information, when Dustin didn’t, and didn’t give anything away. Steve was grateful for that, knowing exactly how the beta pup would’ve reacted.

Steve also knew that Dustin was unlikely to actually give up.

They were meeting with the landlord the following evening, to sign over the lease to both Will and Dustin. The two pups would move in once Steve and Robin left on the 17th of the month, which was rapidly approaching. Much quicker than Steve had anticipated.

#wip weekend #stuck in your throat #siyt 🎤 #humans are space orcs au #haso 🪐 #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #unsteddie writing #tw omegaverse #tw a/b/o