#monster x reader story
Male! Rakshasa x GN! Reader
Warning: None, Fluff
Word Count: 1.3k
Author’s Note: It feels like its been ages since I last posted a story here. May not be my best, but whoever reads this, I hope you will enjoy it.
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It was a few days after you had let Davash read your palm for the second time. Unfortunately, the last time you’ve visited him, you ran out of time for picking up coffee. That was why you were invited once more from him to go to a cafe nearby his place. You were very much hoping this was a date.
The hot weather was finally cooling down and you sighed blissfully at the faint wind that breathed at you. The sky was littered in heavy, clear white clouds and the sign on Davash’s shop seemed to be illuminated by the sun.
Opening the door to the shop, the charms jingled above your head and echoed through the empty room.
“Davash?” you called out.
There was a pause before there was an answer, “I’m upstairs.”
You walked through the shop and found the stairs. As you were about to climb up with reluctance, Davash suddenly appeared and jumped down right in front of you. Your eyes widened when his lean, muscular, and bare chest came right in front of your face. His shirt was nowhere in sight and the muscles on his upper body rippled as he moved.
Speechless, you swiftly averted your eyes once you realized you were staring at him.
“Sorry,” he said embarrassedly. “I was changing into something more suitable for our date—”
“It’s a date?”
“I, um… I was hoping it was,” he said rather timidly, scratching his neck nervously.
Smiling giddily, you chuckled. “I was also hoping it was.”
He sighed in content. “Great! Let’s—oh wait. I have to go get a shirt.”
You laughed good-naturedly and Davash’s flustered state became worse than before.
He flashed you a bashful look before hurrying up the stairs, skipping two or three at a time and occasionally stumbling over the edges. When he came back, he was wearing jeans and white shirt with a few buttons on the top unbuttoned.
Before you could say anything, he once more dashed towards somewhere off, presuming the kitchen. You contained a smile from breaking out when his foot almost caught on a floor board and almost tripped and clumsily halted in front of you.
He cleared his throat. “I don’t have the best first-appearance, do I?”
“I thought it was cute,” you said.
He coughed, surprised and cleared his throat again. “Shall we get going?”
“Of course.” You took his hand into yours and you smiled brightly up at him. “Let’s go.”
———
Upon arriving the cafe, you settled on a seat near the window and basked in the sunlight. Davash especially seemed to enjoy the sun because a purr escaped from his chest like a cat rolling on a warm cushion.
A waiter immediately appeared and took out a notepad and a pen. “The usual, sir?”
“Yes please.” Davash turned to you expectantly. “How about you?”
“Uh…” Your finger traced on the menu before ordering a coffee and a pastry.
As you two patiently waited for your orders to come, Davash pulled something out of his jean pocket. It was a deck of cards, but not the conventional ones with hearts and spades, but the one with beautiful illustration used for card readings. His soft paws started to shuffle the cards.
“I’ve brought this for fun,” he said.
“What are you going to do with it?” you asked. Tilting your head to the side, you watched him glide the cards through his paws, mesmerised.
“A magic trick.”
“You’re a fortune teller and a magician?”
“I’m very aware of my talents.” His teeth flashed to you cheekily and you grinned back.
“I’m very honoured to be in your presence, Davash,” you said playfully.
A deep resonant purr erupted from his chest and he laid the cards on the table into a fan. “Please pick a card of your interest.”
You leaned on the table and your hand hovered over the cards before tugging one on the second card from the right. Glancing at the illustration, it said, The Sun, with a drawing of a bright sun shining on a sunflower field. “This one.”
Davash remained impassive, yet from the small twitch of his ears, you knew that he was excited. Cards flying, he shuffled it gracefully and once more spread it into a fan. One card in the middle stuck out and he gently nudged it to you.
“Pick the middle one.”
You slowly pulled it from the others and turned it around.
“Is that your card?”
Your eyes widened. It was your card.
“I’m impressed,” you remarked, looking at him over the card.
“Thank you,” he purred pleasantly. He took the card from you and inspected it. Hummed thoughtfully, he cleaned the deck away just as the waiter came back with your orders.
Thanking the waiter, you took the coffee mug and brought it to your lips, sipping the black, bitter liquid. “This is a really nice coffee,” you said.
“Great. This is my favourite cafe.”
Drinking the coffee, you commented, “I should come here more often.”
“So there’s a higher chance of meeting me?”
Looking up, you tilted your head at the amusement swirling in his eyes. “Perhaps. It doesn’t hurt meeting you more often as well. But mostly for the coffee.” You took a bite from your pastry and smiled. “And for the food.”
“Can’t blame you for that.”
Your eyes trailed off to his pie and watched him silently cut it, revealing a vibrant colour red cranberry jam.
“You have a thing for cranberries.”
He beamed. “My parents had a garden full of cranberries and I used to eat it all the time.”
“That’s really nice.”
Noticing his chin covered in pie crumbs and cranberry jam, you leaned towards him. “You got something on your chin.”
“Where?” Davash tried to wipe it off by licking it with his rough tongue but failed miserably.
Laughing, your fingertips hovered over the fur. “May I?”
Davash nodded shyly.
Bringing a napkin to his chin, you wiped off the red stain and crumbs away tenderly. Your knuckles occasionally caressed his cheeks and you bit the inside of your cheeks from smiling at the softness of his fur.
“There.”
“Thank you.”
You finished your pastry and coffee as soon as Davash finished his own. As you were about to take the receipt, the rakshasa softly nudged your hand away and took the piece of paper instead.
“But—”
“I invited you here,” he said, smiling. “This is the least I could do for you.”
You were about to protest again but thought better of it when you saw the look on his face.
Sighing in defeat, you playfully glared at him. “All right.”
Soon after he paid for the drinks and food, you both were outside in the sunlight and Davash purred again in delight.
“I love summer days,” he said, stretching his arms over the head. “Although I also love the nights.”
“Why is that?”
“I love stargazing in the summer night. I used to do it a lot when I was a child back at home in the countryside.”
You hummed thoughtfully, lips pursing. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes?” He looked at you, hovering over you as always.
“The card you used for your magic trick,” you started, “it was a reading card, right?”
“Yes. Oh.” A pleased look passed over his face. “You want to know the meaning behind it.”
You blushed. “Can you blame me for that?”
“Not at all.” He pulled out the said card from his shirt pocket. “This card is called The Sun. It represents joy and fortune, and the universe coming together to aid your path. But in a love reading, it represents that the joy in your love life is in its horizon.”
“Well, there is no denying that,” you said. Looking up, you stood on your tip toes and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “I am very happy being with you.”
Davash’s ears stiffened before fluttering down. “Me too.”
He leaned down towards you and licked your cheek in return. His rough tongue sent a pleasant sensation and a small shiver went down your body.
“Thank you for today,” you said.
“My pleasure, love.”
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Male! Orc x Female! Reader
Warning: Sword fighting, Fluff
Word Count: 1.6k
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When you woke up in the early rising sun of dawn, you saw that Karguk was gone, but on the chair he sat yesterday perched a single note. Picking it up with an outstretched arm, you gently opened the folded paper and read it quickly.
I see you have slept well, love. Though I’m terribly sorry for leaving you, if you would want to see me, I would be training at the field just at dawn. I do hope you will train alongside me, just like you have promised. And I have also taken the letter with me to give it to my father, so do not be alarmed when you can’t find it. —Karguk
You smiled. Just beside you, your sword rested against the wooden headboard of the bed, with its scabbard shining lustrously with the sun beams. Yawning, you groggily got up and walked towards your bag where your clothes should be at. However, when you opened it, there was no sign of the vivid-coloured out-wears your sisters had packed for you before your trip.
Tilting your head in confusion, you surveyed around the extensive space of the room for your gaze to land on the wardrobe against the wall. You walked towards it and opened the two doors to see all of them neatly folded and hung inside.
“That’s odd.” Shrugging it off, you swiftly changed and snatched the sword off the ground to leave the room.
The castle was silent as the dead, and the shadows in the air stretched wide, and loomed over you as if all the warrior orcs were standing in the hall. Your footsteps were silent as you strolled with your hand gripping tightly on your sword’s hilt. The entrance to the field was open and the bright beam of the sun peeped through the space. You could hear the fierce sounds of swords clashing and orcs grunting and for a moment, you were nervous to pass through those doors; yet the eagerness of seeing Karguk faltered the feeling and you proceeded to walk.
The training scene looked like a real battle between orcs and you just stood there in awe as you watched. Their weapons were big and the brutalness in which they fought was almost overwhelming to think of training with them—green and grey mixing together like a palette of paints. With your elaborately engraved, golden hilt, vivid-coloured leather, and the delicate blade of your sword seemed like a mere decoration compared to theirs. Not for the first time, you felt small, extremely small.
“You came!” an enthusiastic voice said through the noise.
Turning towards the source, you froze when you saw Karguk in his training gear running towards you with his sword strapped on his hip. He immediately halted right in front of you, his eyes widening in reason you don’t know.
“I did,” you said, your cheeks heating. “Although I look like I’m out of place here.”
He shook his head. “You dress rather more fashionably than us.” He gestured to your appearance, where the colour bolded you out from all the other warriors.
“True.” Biting your lip, you gazed your feet as you shuffled with them. “But I’ve got to admit, I don’t think I would match your strength.” You looked up when a heavy weight was placed on your shoulder, warmth filling your entire body.
“I’m sure you would be fine,” Karguk said, giving you a reassuring smile.
Returning the favour, you placed your own hand on top of his, earning a deep shade of green to emerge from his cheeks. “Thank you.”
Caught in the moment, you didn’t feel the knowing smirks from some of the other orcs. Even if you did, you doubt you would care about it, you were too busy looking at the blush on Karguk’s face.
“No… No problem.”
Smiling, you stepped back. “Are we going to train or—”
“Yes!” He cleared his throat quickly. “Yes, we will.”
He guided you through the other warriors, bumping into Karthurg and Mogak on the way, and came to an empty space. He looked at you expectantly and in response, you hesitantly unsheathed your sword and held it in your hand.
“It’s very beautiful,” he remarked.
“Looks like a mere toothpick compared to yours,” you said, gliding the blade in the air.
“Mine looks like a scrap compared to yours.” He smiled, pulling out the sword sheathed on his hip. It was a victorious blade sharpened and cleaned until it reflected the sun and shined gloriously.
Your brows furrowed. “That’s not true.”
You circled each other, shifting the weight left to right, repeating the action multiple times as your feet carefully stepped on the pebbled-ground. Taking a brusque step forward, you struck at him, which he deflected effortlessly but with enough surprise that he stumbled backward.
“How long have you been training with a sword?” He dodged a blow and you stepped out of his sword’s way
“Since I was young.” Finding an opening, you caught him off guard as you ducked out of his sword, rolled out of his way, and stood up instantly to hit the base of his blade. You smiled triumphantly when the weapon clattered away from his grip and your sword held in both hands, the tip pointed directly at his heart. “And a lot of practice.”
“I can see,” he said in awe. “You’re amazing at this. ”
You smiled, feeling your cheeks start to burn and ache. Sheathing your sword, you replied, “Thank you.”
Admittedly, you almost fainted from being flustered and embarrassed when Karguk leaned down, took your hand, and pressed a kiss on the back of it. This time, you were aware of the other orcs and you swallowed nervously when his golden ones met yours. Reluctantly, you brought your hand away from him and straightened up with uncertainty. You watched him carefully as he shuffled on his feet, his gaze on them, looking very awkward and uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry,” said he embarrassedly. He took a step back, but you caught his wrist in an impulsive move. Looking up and down at your hand then to your eyes, his chest rose and fell like a prey detecting a predator.
“It’s all right,” you assured. With great hesitance, you brought his wrist to your lips and pressed them on his pulse point. Quick as that, you lowered his muscular arm when you heard someone calling at you, Karguk, and his siblings.
“It’s time for breakfast!” Mogak’s voice rang through the field. Then she was right beside you a moment later.
“Oh gods,” you breathed out, “you scared me, Mogak.”
“Didn’t want to interrupt the lovely air around you two.” She winked. “Don’t you agree, brother?”
“I do,” Karthurg said, popping on the other side of you.
You jumped involuntarily and puffed out a cloud of air through your nose. “You orcs have a habit of scaring people.”
They all laughed heartily and clapped your back; although the force was soft, it still caused you to lurch forward unsteadily.
“Come on,” rushed Mogak, “let’s get our breakfast.”
———
It was after breakfast when you found your footsteps leading to the library Karguk had introduced it to you last night. Opening the door, there were only a few orcs who were present there but no one paid attention to you as their nose was stuck on each of their books. You went to the very corner of the library and settled on the chair in front of the fireplace, and another orc seated on the other chair facing you. Pulling out a book, you started to read quietly.
Your breath caught in your throat when you felt a touch on your knee, the hand covering snugly. Looking up, your furrowed brows immediately smoothed when you saw Karguk’s soft smile glowing against the fire.
“How are you doing?”
“Do you always have to be dramatic?” you countered.
He blinked innocently. “Was I?”
“You were.” Chuckling, you placed your hand on top of his and lowered your book to meet his eyes properly. “I didn’t realize it was you.”
“I am hurt.”
“Are you now?” You raised a brow playfully and rubbed circles on the green skin on his hand. Feeling him repeatedly freeze and relax, you bit down a smile from spreading across your face.
“No,” he admitted, looking away bashfully. “You’ll never be able to hurt me.”
Your eyes slightly widened and a silence passed through your parted lips. Closing them slowly, you smiled, this time not trying to hide it away from him. “Are you sure of that?”
He sat up from his chair and fell to his knees in front of you. Bringing his other hand to your cheek, he stared at you with his deep golden eyes. “I am sure.”
His eyes then followed to your lips and looked back at you, uncertainty written in them. You nodded and fluttered your eyes closed as he leaned to you. The first thing that touched your lips were his two tusks, which he recoiled back in horror. You barely laughed when you tipped your face towards him and kissed him gently, much to his surprise. Instantly, he kissed you back, both of his hands cradling gently on either side of your head. You felt like you were washed in the morning by a cool, crystal water of a lake, waking you up through the drowse of sleep.
He pulled away reluctantly and bumped his nose against yours, laughing out softly. “You feel the same way about me?”
“Why do you think that?” You smiled. “Of course I do.”
“Thank the gods.” Pecking your lips, he pulled back and grinned broadly. “I love you.”
You kissed his forehead. “I love you too.”
He stood up and tugged you along the way. “You want to go to the field to train again?”
Beaming, you interlock your fingers with his. “I’ll get my sword.”
Male! Koi Merman x GN! Reader
Warning: Setting in forest and pond, Fluff
Word Count: 1.2k
The sound of the water rippling repeatedly cut through the calm silence, caused by the koi fish swimming leisurely through the serene pond. Currently, you were lying against a tree with your eyes shut, the sound of people in the distance muffled by the wall of branches and grasses. This patch of nature was one of the biggest parks you ever know and it’s filled with many beautiful places—like the pond in front of you.
It was a rather big pond in the middle of the park, connected to a streaming river, and colours of white, orange, red, golden, and black all painted through the transparent water. There was a small bridge between the entrance of the river and the circular pool that casted a shadow over the surface. And the best part is that the place was secluded by other pedestrians.
This was your favourite place to be when you wanted to be left alone and just lie on the soft grass. You don’t have to worry about being lost or being too lonely since the main part of the park was a safe distance away and snaps of voices drifted to the place.
Smiling peacefully, you sighed happily as sleep started to take over you.
Splosh.
You cracked open an eye towards the water and your forehead crinkled. The sound was rather loud but you shrugged it off as some of the hungry koi. You once more laid your head against the bark as your breathing started to become shallower.
SPLOSH!
Swiftly as thunderbolt, you looked at the pond to see that the koi fish were all positioned at the corner. Narrowing your eyes, you creeped slowly towards the water with all your fours, ignoring the cold dirt seeping through your palm and your knees. Tentatively, you peeked over at the pristine water and scanned through with suspicion. When you found nothing, you were about to shrug it off when your gaze landed on the bridge. Tilting your head, you walked near the stoned structure and stuck your head under.
Big ripples skimmed across the water—then you saw it. A tail almost as long as your entire height and thick as the length of your arm, littering with splats of beautiful red and oranges over a white canvas, and an upper body of a human with pale skin smoothly joined on it. You looked up above the next and gasped when you saw a handsome face staring right at you with his pale cheeks flushed to almost the same colour as his red scales.
“I…” he uttered quietly, frozen in place in panic.
With your lips quivering anxiously, you leaned towards him with wide eyes. “W-What—Whoareyou?”
“I’m R-Ryo,” he said, his voice almost inaudible. His hands clutched at the edges of the stones on the bridge as he pressed his back against it.
Quite reluctantly, you said your own name, trying for a small, friendly smile. “Nice to meet you,” you said awkwardly.
His body hesitantly swam towards you, his beautiful colours of his scales flickering graciously and sparkled as he came into the light. You couldn’t help but admire his lean form and saw the other details on his body; there was a thin and delicate fin lined up from the very end of his tail to the middle of his spine, the bits of red scales littered on his skin, and his adorable cheeks that are slightly puffed up. He easily towered over you and you almost had to look directly at the sky to meet his gaze. It was amazing to watch such a enormous form moving in a shallow and small pond without any trouble or discomfort.
“You’re amazing,” you couldn’t help but say.
Ryo’s face heated to an endearing colour of pink, but the corners of his lips turned into a bashful smile. “Th-Thank you.”
Tilting your head, your brows furrowed in puzzlement. “Why haven’t I noticed you before?”
“I tried to hide away from you,” he said. “You’re such a beautiful human and I-I was afraid that you would be disgusted by a creature like me.”
“Oh…” You looked away, feeling your neck crawl with an intense heat of embarrassment, yet you looked up to him with a comforting smile. “You’re also beautiful, you know?”
You widened your eyes when he suddenly dove into the water, somehow completely submerging himself before springing up into the air again. Jumping back, you watched as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly just like the koi fish around him.
His face ever so slowly swayed towards you, his eyes shining gorgeously. “I-I—you… y-you really think so?”
Nodding, you brought your fingertips to his face, and skimmed gently over the soft pale skin. You felt him shiver under your touch, and through his chest emerged a light chuckle and duck away as if it tickled.
“You’re very beautiful, Ryo.”
He blushed madly, but grinned ear-to-ear like a child that was so adorable.
“So,” you said, “what do you do around here?”
“I swim at the larger lake just a few distance away from here,” he said, gesturing beyond the river. “And sometimes I…” –he looked away embarrassedly– “I listen to you read to yourself.”
Oh.
Shocked, you stayed silent for a while with your eyes wide and lips parted. Blinking a few times, you got yourself out of the daze and smiled at him. “Maybe I could read something for you the next time I meet you?”
“T-The next time?”
You tilted your head and furrowed your brows. “We’re not going to meet again?”
“Of course!” he said in a rush. His tail flapped against the surface of the pond and the water sprayed on you. “Sorry!”
Laughing in amusement, you shook your head and cracked open your eyes. “Don’t worry,” you said, brushing off the specs of water on your clothing.
His entire face beamed in excitement as he asked, “When can I meet you again?”
Pursing your lips, you looked at him sheepishly. “I actually don’t know.”
“Well if you come here the next time, just call my name.” He traced patterns on the rock you were crouching on. “I’ll come here really quickly.”
You nodded. “Got it.”
“But for now, I-I think you should go now.” He gestured up at the horizon, the sun sinking slowly to the ground. “It will be dark soon.”
“Right,” you said, standing up. You stumbled on your steps when the spark of numbness spread through your legs abruptly. Dusting off invisible dirt to hide your embarrassment, then smiled down at Ryo who was watching you with unreadable eyes.
“I’ll see you again, okay?”
He somehow rose to his full height graciously, reaching just below your shoulder. His long tail adored with scales dazzled against the blazing sunlight, almost blinding you with its shine. It once more amazed you how big and powerful, yet so elegant and mythical he was.
“I’ll be waiting,” he promised.
Without a thought, you leaned down to him and pressed a chaste kiss on his cool and wet cheek, lips stretched shyly against his skin. Ryo just stayed there frozen in place, staring blankly at the place just behind you. You licked your upper lip nervously and duck away in shyness.
“Sorry,” you mumbled. “Have a nice evening.”
“You too.”
His voice was soft and faintly echoed through the gentle wind. Perhaps you imagined it, but you heard a small awe in his words that sent a warm wave in your heart.
A small writing that I’ve done because I had some free time to kill. Hope you enjoyed this short and inadequate writing.
Male! Orc x Female! Reader
Warning: None, Teeth rotting fluff
Word Count: 2k
After the week-long journey of riding your horse and wearing comfortable clothes, it was slightly weird to wear your formal garment. Nevertheless, it was common royal rules to wear something ‘suitable’ when meeting with other royalties. At least your outfit didn’t constrict your lungs from breathing and fitted pleasantly on your body without any discomfort. Yet the absence of the familiar weight of your sword was enough to make your stomach clench in nervousness.
Inhaling and exhaling slowly, you open the large wooden door of the guest room and exit without a sound. True to Karguk’s word, one of the guards was standing there and escorted you to the dining hall. Once you reached, he bowed at you and walked away and you were left alone with the warriors and the royal family of Slainem. The place was filled with long tables lined up vertically from the entrance and the furthest back was a single wooden table and chairs placed.
Loud laughter and conversations filled the hall and it was enough to accelerate your heart. When your gaze landed on the royal table, the siblings were the only one present and you instantly relaxed at their comfortable banter. Mogak, noticing you, grinned and waved you over and patted the seat next to her, indicating to sit beside her—across from Karguk. She had a mischief glinting in her eyes, and you knew that for the few days you’re going to stay, the teenage orc was going to scheme you together with her older brother.
“Come sit with us,” she shouted over the noise.
You could see her trying to hide a smirk. Raising a brow, you smiled and strolled to the seat. In the short time, you felt so small and insignificant walking between the large orcs that you wanted to shrink—you also felt Karguk’s eyes boring through your skin but you kept your calm and safely sat on the chair.
“Thank you,” you only said to her. You felt extremely small sitting in the middle of the giant orcs, and you tried your best to keep a balance of keeping your back straight and shrinking slightly so as to not draw too much attention.
Karthurg sipped a goblet of water and placed it on the table. “How do you like it here?” he asked.
“It’s very nice,” you answered truthfully.
He nodded and smiled. “That’s good to hear. And if you need anything, I’m sure Karguk would be delighted to help you.”
You narrowed your eyes slightly at the sight of the same glint he held as her sister. “Right.” Turning towards Karguk, you see his cheeks in the colour of moss in the deepest part of the shadow; now recognizing them as equivalent to a blush.
Karthurg jabbed him harshly, and Karguk growled furiously in response, causing the eldest to laugh good-naturedly while the younger to grumble something under his breath.
“Now what do you say, Karguk?” chided Karthurg.
Karguk momentarily glared before he straightened up abruptly at your heavy gaze and cleared his throat, failing to hide his embarrassment. “Of course. I’ll be happy to help.”
Mogak snickered quietly and hid it behind her goblet.
Ignoring her clear amusement, you beamed at him appreciatively. “Thank you.”
His shoulders sagged and smiled happily back at you.
The decrease in sound and pairs of footsteps caught all of your attention; looking up at the entrance, King Krouthu and Queen Mazoga walked out majestically. The jewels sewn on the fabric of their outfit sparkled against the bright firelight around the hall. All the warriors stood up and bowed the entire time at the king and queen as they walked leisurely to their table. Following their lead, Karthurg, Karguk, and Mogak stood up as well and you imitated them.
Once they arrived, all the warriors sat on their chairs and the hall started to fill in with loud noises again. King Krouthu asked a question about his sons’ training and studies and started a conversation. There was a big contrast between back at your home and here at Slainem, your thoughts were occupied until Mogak talked to you.
“Hey,” she said, “are you still there?”
You blinked a couple of times and snapped out to face her. “Yeah, I think.”
She smirked. “And can I ask what exactly were you thinking?”
Knowing what she was doing, you smiled back at her without a trace of red on your features. “I was thinking of the differences between Xaenait and here.”
Mogak’s lips turned into a disappointed frown when she didn’t find any lie beneath your words. “So you’re not thinking about my brother?”
“Why are you so determined to stick your brother and I?”
“Who said I was?” She fluttered her eyes innocently.
You hummed skeptically and looked away from her—when you did, you saw that your plate was filled with the bowl of foods that had just been served. Glancing up, you saw Karguk rather frantically eating his food, and when he met your eyes, he smiled bashfully.
“I—Are you all right with the food?”
Nodding, you smiled back at him. “Thank you.”
A deep blush appeared on his face but he succeeded in hiding it by covering it with his hands. “Don’t mention it.” He shoved in a large slice of meat, not knowing that he was trying to distract himself rather than staring at you.
You watched for a moment as his cheeks puffed up as he munched on his food and your lips started to curl without knowing it. The both of you froze when you felt the intense stares you received from beside. You met the unreadable gaze of the king and you felt yourself blush furiously from embarrassment, that you didn’t notice the fond smile graced on his face as he stared at the two of you.
“How is your father back at Xaenait?” he asked, being the merciful person he is.
“He’s fine,” you said, “though he did wish to come here himself as well.”
King Krouthu smiled sadly. “I’m sure we will get a chase of seeing one another soon.”
“I do hope so.”
“And as for the letter, I would like you to pass it to one of my children for it.”
The reason behind journeying here slipped out of your mind for the last few days and you knew the reason—blushing faintly. “Oh, yes, of course.”
He grinned, shortly glimpsing at Karguk. “Excellent.”
After that the king and queen had to depart for an urgent meeting with the council and left you four alone. While Karthurg and Mogak talked, suddenly, you felt a gentle tap on your shin that sent a small chill to your body. Cautiously, you peeked down beneath the table to see Karguk’s foot leaning towards your leg, and when you looked up, he had a small smirk curved at the end of his mouth. You raised a brow at him, which he responded by secretly gesturing at the chair you were sitting at. A ball of paper landed on your lap and you widened your eyes in surprise.
You slowly opened the paper and peeked at the messy words scribbled on it.
I would like to meet you at night in the library—Karguk.
Tilting your head to the side, you eyed him incredulously.
He shrugged his shoulders, his lips stretching something much more mischievous. But then his green skin paled, and without a moment to pass Mogak snatched the piece of paper away swiftly and took a look on it.
“Mogak,” he hissed furiously, though his cheeks started to darken.
She smirked broadly and read the words on it in silence while Karthurg watched her curiously. Then, she cackled out a good-hearted laugh that boomed across the hall even with the other loud warriors inside.
“Oh brother dear, I didn’t know you were so desperate for her attention,” she said. She handed the note to Karthurg who eagerly read as well.
Karguk’s frame fumed with both fury and distress that had him seem to smoke with black fog.
You tried to hide the urge to snicker, but remained calm, not wanting to cause any more humiliation at Karguk.
The eldest started to bark with laughter as soon as he finished. “How mundane of you. What are you going to do when you get there, brother of mine?”
“Talk,” Karguk said through gritted teeth. “I was planning to take her to the library to talk. Nothing suspicious.”
His siblings feigned to be sceptical and shared a look with each other cheekily.
“You know what?” You took the last bite of your remaining food and stood up. “How about we go to the library now, Karguk?”
He sighed in relief and abruptly rose from his chair as well—happy that the events suddenly turned by your small statement. “I’ll be happy to.”
Karthurg and Mogak remained quiet from slight shock and the two of you didn’t have a hard time walking away from the dining hall. A chuckle flew out of him and you cracked a smile of your own.
“Thank you for helping me escape that humiliating moment.” He lightly bumped his arm against your shoulder.
“It was nothing difficult.” You chuckled to yourself.
He pushed open a door and escorted you inside; your eyes widened at the sight of the massive library filled with thousands of leather-bound books and a comfortable lounge placed scattered around. At your wide eyes, Karguk smiled fondly and led you wordlessly to the cushioned chair for you to sit.
“This place is amazing,” you breathed out.
“I’m glad you like it.”
Karguk sat on the chair just right next to you that his arm brushed against yours. As you stared at the flickering flame, you didn’t realize him leaning at you until his hot breath tickled the side of your cheek. Staggering, you couldn’t look away from his golden eyes that pinned you down to place.
He softly spoke your name and snapped you out of your trance. “Are you all right?” His eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you fumble with words.
“Y-Yes,” you unconvincingly said. “Yes, I’m all right. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know.” The corner of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “You stuttered.”
Clearing your throat, you backed away slightly. “Well, I can’t help feeling nervous when someone’s this close.”
“Is that so?”
You nodded, and your eyes started to droop like they were heavy blankets. “Not again,” you mumbled sleepily.
Karguk laughed softly and started to stroke his rough yet gentle fingers through your hair. The sound of his voice and the feeling of his fingers send another wave of exhaustion to slam on your body and you lean towards his touch.
“How about I take you to your room?”
You hummed in agreement and finally closed your eyes and crashed your head on his shoulder. “Thank you,” you managed to say.
You barely heard the sound of the shift in the cushions but almost squealed when his strong arms snaked to your back and then under your knees and hauled you up to his chest. He cradled you tenderly like a light feather and sauntered through the castle easily.
Sighing content, you breathed in his scent without fully conscious, giggling as you did. “You smell good,” you said drunkenly.
His deep chuckle rumbled through your ears and felt his chest vibrate. “And you sound like a male orc that drank fifteen goblets of mead.”
Looking up through half-lidded eyes, you asked, “Was there such an orc who actually drank that much mead?”
“My brother did,” he said humorously. “He sounded exactly like you, just… worse.”
You grinned. “I would’ve loved to see that.”
The creaking of the door opening echoed through the hall and brought your attention. He walked towards you to the bed and gently placed you on the mattress.
“Thank you.”
“No troubles.”
You adjusted yourself on the pillow and peered through the gap of the soft cushion at Karguk. “Could you… perhaps stay?” you requested hesitantly. “For a while?”
His eyes darted through the guest room and finally landed on you. Swallowing, he flashed you a smile and nodded. “Of course.”
He brought a chair next to you and perched himself awkwardly on it, looking endearing as his cheeks burned.
You smiled against the pillow. “Good night, Karguk.”
He brushed a strand of hair away, then kissed your temple tentatively. The warmth of his lips lingered on your skin for a while and the final thread for sleep was woven with the action.
“Good night, love.”
