An arranged marriage has taken the reader to a new land, a new home, and traditions that they must get used to. Saito is a hero to the people, and is looked up to by all those around him. Will the reader be good enough for such a man?
Female Reader x Male Monster
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Your marriage was an arranged one, and it was not a moment you were looking forward to. You had never met your future husband before the ceremony, and during the entire thing you were shaking like a leaf. Your parents had decided on this union almost at the spur of the moment. He was wealthy and came from a good family name, much like you yourself. The only thing that set him apart was the fact he was an accomplished warrior and had become a hero to Shimokobe. Your parents wanted nothing more than to be attached to that legacy.
The ceremony was terrifying for you, even though you were wearing the most beautiful dress that money could buy. Everything about the ceremony was exactly how you dreamed it as a child. Everything, except the groom. Saito was a massive and powerful man, you had always pictured yourself with someone who was an artist or writer. You were always so small in size, you had imagined yourself with someone elegant and thin. Saito was an orc, but even still, he looked to be the biggest out of his whole family.
If there was one thing about Saito that started to endear him towards you, it was that he would not touch you until you were ready. Your wedding night ended with both of you sleeping in separate rooms, which for the time was a relief. Once you moved into his home though, the worry that you’d not consummated your union crept in with every breath.
This story is told from the point of view of Alban. His bar sees lots of people come and go, but the only one he seems to pay any mind of is you.
Male Monster/Main Character x Female Woman (both cis)
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I’ve noticed one of the regular patrons has taken a shining to Silke and it’s not one I would recommend polishing. He’s a rough type, and not in the usual orcish way that is accepted. I don’t like the way he looks at her, nor the way he sneers at his friends when she walks away from the table. I’ve told Silke to stop being so nice, not everyone understands that it is just hospitality, but she would always appear with that smile again and that charm she refused to turn off for anyone.
“If you want to stop serving that table, all you have to do is ask and I’ll have one of the elf girls run it,” I told her.
Silke looked up at me with those soft eyes of hers suddenly going sharp. “I’m fine with it, Alban,” you huffed. “Stop worrying so much, I told you I can handle myself.”
“A short, soft thing like you is like cake in these parts, I told you that when we first met,” I grouched back. The two of us have been like this since I hired her, but I always need hard workers in my tavern, and Silke worked just as hard as me most days. “I keep you around for a reason, Softy, I don’t want you getting scared off.”
One of my first stories is coming back! Brict the Goblin Prince has gotten a fresh coat of paint and been rewritten, with lots more added. Our reader is being forced into a marriage, and the lovely Brict is their future groom. Perhaps they will be a match?
Nonbinary Reader (afab) x Male Monster ////////////////////////////////
You had always dreamed of what your wedding would be like. As a small child you used to play it out with all your dolls and stuffed animals. You would make our own wedding outfit and walk down an aisle with a sheet serving as a veil.
All you wanted was to have the biggest, most beautiful wedding that anyone had ever seen. It had never occurred to you to think about a groom or who you would be walking up the aisle towards. You wanted the big white alter, the flowers, the beautiful flower girl and to dance.
Now that your big day was here, you wanted anything else. Your arranged marriage had taken place a few years ago, but you always figured it would fall through or never happen. But your betrothed was eager and was constantly asking for a date from your father. He soon grew too impatient and backed your father into a corner.
The Goblin kingdom had been fighting over borders with your family’s kingdom for ages. As long as you could remember fights and war were fought on the horizon outside your window. All the guards in the castle were now men younger than you. All the strong and older knights were off fighting.
