#orcreader
Male! Rakshasa x GN! Reader
Warning: Fortune telling(?), Fluff
Word Count: 1.5k
Author’s Note: Just a warning, but I have absolutely no idea about fortune telling, so whoever’s an expert at this, cope with me.
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Hot summer days were something you absolutely loved… and hated. The pleasant beams of sunlight and the swaying lush green leaves of the tree—something always you looked forward to in the morning when you wake up and open the curtains. Then there was the scorching type of summer; the type that burned your skin and the unbelievably hot air that causes sweat to glimmer against your forehead. It was all a balanced, love and hate harmony throughout the year but right now, you absolutely loathe it with the temperature seeming to rise hotter and hotter.
What you needed right now was a shelter—a place that was surrounded in cold air and cool you down in the shadows. In an instant, you took a turn, you were met by a sign written in jazzy, fancy font that said, “DAVASH’S FORTUNE TELLING.”
Tilting your head, you eyed inside the shop and sighed dreamily as you saw the place covered in comfortable-looking purple-based colours of rugs and cushions that seemed to drop the temperature within the space. You also see unfamiliar charms and other fortune telling-y things decorated inside that sparked your interest.
In the flurry of your staring, you didn’t see a tall, big figure inside that perked up as if feeling your gaze. They knocked on the window softly and brought your attention to the person—a rakshasa. He, you think, opened the window of the shop and gestured you towards him. Flushed, you didn’t have the courage to say anything else and hesitantly walked over to him.
He was a tall raksha with beautiful tiger fur of flaring orange and jet-black stripes that were engraved on his body. He wore a baggy T-shirt and green pants that fit him perfectly on his body. You also noticed two golden loops pierced on his right ear. When you halted just in front of him, he flashed you a smile, or something similar, with the edges of his mouth creasing and the eyes twinkling like two shining jewels.
“Hey,” he greeted, his rumbling, almost purr-like voice almost caught you off guard. “I see you are quite uncomfortable out there in the sun.” He gestured to the said bright ball of light above, and you smiled bashfully.
You fidgeted with the creases of your clothes. “Quite frankly,” you admitted, nodding.
“How about you come inside, then? It’s very cool here—perhaps you can cool down here for a bit.” He added quickly, “Of course if you would like to.”
Lips pursed, you were silent for a moment and looked through the window to gaze blankly at the exotic patterns of the rugs. Then you faced him, rolled your lip, and smiled. “I would love to.”
His sharp teeth flashed against the sun and you couldn’t help but find it rather cute that he quickly looked away from you once he realized that he was staring at you, unblinking. Pushing open the door, you entered the shop, a relieved smile gracing your face once the cool air started to envelope you in cocoon in a cooling bliss, instantly melting any trace of heat from you.
“This place… it’s very lovely,” you said, looking around, intrigued.
“Thank you.” Then he suddenly widened his eyes. “Gods, sorry for not telling you my name. I’m Davash.” He extended his big, fluffy paw towards you and you took it without hesitation.
“Nice to meet you, Davash.” Telling him your name, you slightly tilted your head to the side at the rough yet soft feeling of his paw.
“First time meeting a rakshasa, I presume?”
Cheeks flushing, you immediately looked away in embarrassment and retracted your hands from his gentle grip. Clearing your throat, you replied, “I hope you haven’t found me rude just in the past five minutes of meeting you.”
Davash purred in amusement and shook his head, the orange ears adorably fluttering at the action. “No, of course not.”
“So, you’re a fortune teller?”
“What gives?”
You shrugged your shoulders. “The sign is pretty flashy, don’t you agree?” At his burst of amused laughter, you grinned. “I’ve never actually talked to a fortune teller before, getting a reading nevertheless,” you said, looking at the glittering charms of gold and silver curiously.
“Not many do,” Davash remarked thoughtfully. Then his eyes shone with slight mischief. “Would you perhaps one?”
Being off guard, you blinked a few times in shock, trying to register a logically easy offer in your head. “Me?” You pointed at yourself unintelligently.
He chuckled. “Yes. Free of charge, on the house.”
“Oh you possibly can’t—”
He cut you off, “I insist.”
Narrowing your eyes, you watched him questioningly. “What’s the catch?”
Davash leaned towards you playfully and slit his eyes as well. “How about a small favour from me?”
Swallowing nervously, you managed a smile. “What kind of favour?”
“If I tell you now, it won’t be a surprise nor would it be fun, would it?” He winked. “But know this: you can trust me.”
You bit your lips, the corner of it quirking upwards. “Then I would love a reading.”
He rushed you to the main room, entering through a door with elaborate carvings, and he guided you to sit on the floor filled with cushions, seeming incredibly cozy and comfortable. When you looked around, you noticed that Davash vanished behind the door and you heard the unmistakable sound of excited footsteps climbing up the stairs. You were fixing invisible wrinkles on your shirt when the rakshasa returned with two glasses of cold beverage, the colour of ruby red that reflected on the table through the sunlight.
“Here. Thought you would like it.”
“Thanks.” You took it gratefully and examined it curiously. “What exactly is it?”
“Cranberry juice,” he answered, drinking a big swig of it. “My mother’s recipe. Don’t worry, there’s no blood in it.” He winked.
Raising a brow, you took a sip from the cold beverage and heaved a happy sigh. “This is very good.”
“I’ll tell that to my mom,” he said, watching you take another sip from the glass. Setting the cup down, you looked up at Davash who still towered over you.
“You’re still sceptical of me, aren’t you?” He raised a brow, giving you a fake offended look.
Cheeks heating up, you smiled sheepishly. “Can you blame me?”
Davash shook his head. “It’s completely understandable.” He then extended his paw to you, gesturing for your palm.
Complying, you placed your hand on him, the back of it comfortably nesting on his rough pad. His claws started to gently skim over your wrinkles and flesh of your palm, and you shivered involuntarily from his touch.
“I can see that you’re a strong individual,” he murmured. His eyes were half-lidded and his voice slurred slightly, the sound drooping lazily around your ears. Then he traced the middle of your palm, where you felt a slight itch on the skin. Biting the inside of your cheek, you prevented yourself from scratching the spot in front of him. “Do you feel an itch here?”
Your eyes widened at the question. “Um… yes.”
He looked up, giving you an unreadable look. “For how long? Did it happen before?”
“No, it just happened now.”
He nodded thoughtfully, his ears twitching occasionally as he did and you had a strong urge to scratch the space between them. Your heart almost stopped from shock when he suddenly shook his head vigorously and switched his attention to you. “The fate line tells me that you’ll face a great change in your life very soon.”
“What kind of change?”
“I can’t really tell.” His lips pursed. “But I think that it’s a change in your… love life.”
There was a small pause where you just sat there completely stunned. “My love life…”
“Had difficulty in the past?” he asked, looking at you intently.
“Not really,” you said, propping your unoccupied arm in front of you and rested your chin on it. “I didn’t think there would be anything about my love life.”
“Well there’s a lot more I could tell you, but let’s call it a day.”
Brows furrowing, you tilted your head to the side, perplexed. “You’re not going to finish this?”
“Because that’s the catch,” he said, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “The catch is you would visit me here again to finish your reading and perhaps get a coffee with me after that.”
“Oh.” Lips parting, you stared at Davash blankly while your mind was buzzing with millions of snaps of scenarios.
“Of… Of course if you wouldn’t mind that,” he added swiftly, his voice pitching higher in alarm. Then he groaned and ran his hand over his face and mumbled, “I should’ve known.”
“Wait!” Clearing your throat, you smiled at the astonished look on his face. “I would love that. I like that catch.”
He perked up. “Really?”
You nodded.
“Gods, thank you!”
Chuckling, you took another sip from the red cold drink. “You’re awfully nice to me; I have to repay you someday.”
“You don’t have to,” he said, smiling. “You already have.”
I really loved writing this—I hope you enjoyed reading it as well.
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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! 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.”
