#orc love
These are the first orc ladies i drew on my new cintiq!!
It felt so damn good, not gonna lie. Everything felt much more natural, like when i’m drawing on paper
An ink sketch of some very angry orc ladies
I wonder who pissed them off…
And orc elder
She probably has so many stories to tell! She must be very wise…
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.”
