Hello, dear! Unfortunately, I am not taking writing requests as of this moment, but your idea is so amazing and unique! I hope a list of headcanons will suffice.
This orc is a bit of a black sheep and his extended family still doesn’t understand quite why he decided to work at a stuffed toy shop of all things, but his parents have grown to accept it. His younger siblings love him for it, though. He lets them pick out whatever they want during the holidays, and he’ll often give them gifts on other days just because.
He told you that the reason he decided to work there was because, during his turbulent childhood, he turned to a stuffed wolf named Fenrir for comfort, since his parents were out working and he was the eldest child. He said he wanted to provide other kids with companions to help them face the world like Fenrir had helped him.
He still has Fenrir. The wolf’s fur is faded and it’s sporting a stitch or two, but otherwise it looks none the worse for decades’ worth of wear.
He’s a bit shy, and it took you a while to get him to open up, but when you did, you found a funny, sweet guy whose only wish is to make others smile. Your first date consisted of watching romantic comedies, eating freshly baked cookies, and lots of cuddling.
He loves complimenting you and calling you pet names like “honey bunny.” He couldn’t stop smiling the moment you called him “teddy bear.”
He proposed to you on your birthday. When he gave you a stuffed bear, he told you to press its paw. That activated a recording of his voice, telling you how happy you had made him and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
Originally, your orc boyfriend lived in the apartment next door. When he saw you, he was positively enchanted but couldn’t muster up the courage to talk to you at first. So, for several months, you kept receiving anonymous love notes and bouquets of flowers.
You finally got together after a power outage. You didn’t have any candles or fresh batteries, so you went over to ask your handsome orc neighbor if he had anything to spare. His flushed countenance and stammering as well as a fresh bouquet on his counter gave him away as your secret admirer. You invited him over for dinner the next night, and you’ve been seeing each other ever since.
It never ceases to make you internally laugh at the fact that people tend to avoid you when you’re both out purely because your boyfriend is built like a tank when, in reality, he’s a complete and utter softie. Whereas you’re willing to start and finish arguments, he’s a pacifist by nature. He won’t even kill a bug. You told him to kill the cockroach you found under the sink; he doesn’t know it, but you saw him put it outside. You even swore that you heard him whisper, “Stay safe, little buddy.”
Your boyfriend is introverted and would rather spend his day with you or a few close friends/family rather than a large group. He will go to parties and crowded places to please you, but he does get exhausted rather easily, so you make sure to give him time to recharge.
He loves to give you hugs. You oftentimes have to shoo him away while you’re cooking or cleaning because he doesn’t want to let go.
You are his entire world. Despite your protests, he makes sure to give you gifts for little things like month anniversaries, and he reminds you every day of how beautiful you are and how fortunate he is to have you in his life.
Summary: You get a surprise gift from your friend, Blake.
Really short, kinda awkward. Anyhow, first (modern) orc story!
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The bell above the door rang as you stepped into the small shop. The smell of incense hit you before the warm glow of the atmosphere. All around the shop, small string lights and lanterns were hung up in lieu of using the florescent light panels on the ceiling. The general vibe of the place was just… serene.
You weren’t really one to buy gemstones or sage and rave about chakras- you had nothing against it, but it wasn’t for you. No, you were here for one specific aspect of this little store. The records.
“Back already?” a familiar voice said behind you. You turned to see Blake behind the counter, leaning forward to look at you. His brown eyes were lazily opened and his mouth quirked to the side around his tusks in a relaxed smile. He almost embodied the mood of the store, always calm and carefree. If he looked more alert, patrons would likely become intimidated. He was an orc after all.
“Hey, Blake! Yeah, I just got my paycheck and I thought I’d blow it all here.” you shrugged shyly, your eyes coming to rest on the music section. Blake chuckled behind you.
“I don’t mind. Everytime you blow your paycheck, I get to see you, so it’s nice.” he smiles.
“You get my money and my exquisite company? Sounds unfair to me.” you pick up one of the vinyls.
“Is that to say you don’t enjoy being here?” Blake asked, resting his chin in his hand. You peered up at him through your eyelashes.
“Of course not, this place is great. It always mellows out my mood after a bad day.” you sigh, choosing another album. “It’d be nice if you guys had some beanbag chairs or something laying around so people could hang out here.”
“We have some in the employee’s lounge in the back.” Blake offered, raising his eyebrows.
“Maybe another time. I’ve got to go home and feed Gizmo before he eats my shoes or something.” you slide the albums onto the counter and retrieve your wallet. You set the cash on the counter and look at the rack of sunglasses whole Blake bags everything up. Your hands graze briefly when he gives you the bag.
“Enjoy your purchase.” he gives you a genuine smile that you can feel all the way to your bones and your cheeks darken.
“You too.” you instinctively say. You immediately start to stammer and facepalm. “I-I mean- I wasn’t. Uh-”
“If this is your way of inviting me to your apartment to listen to music, you’re doing pretty bad.” Blake laughs. “But I believe in you. You’ll get it next time.”
You flush more and lock your eyes onto the ground as you quickly leave, waving goodbye. That’s the worst thing that could ever happen between two individuals. ‘You too’ you huff as you open your car door and settle into your seat. God, what awkward planet were you from? Blake didn’t seem to mind too much, though.
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You get home and feed your cat, much to his delight, and start rifling through your bag for some music to put on while you cook. You freeze in your spot. A braided bracelet rests at the bottom of the bag. Did Blake accidentally put that in? Maybe one of his fell off? He did wear a lot of them. Oh shit, you unintentionally stole this.
“Oh shit.” you curse out loud. Picking up the bracelet, you rush out of the door. Hopefully Blake hadn’t left to go home yet.
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You catch him right as he’s locking up the front door, key still in the lock.
“Blake!” you jog up to him and he looks up, surprised.
“Oh! (Y/n), what are you doing back here?”
“Uh, this found it’s way into my bag. I wanted to return it.” you hold out the bracelet to him. He looks down at it, something flickers in his eyes.
“You… you don’t want it?” he asks.
“What? Wh- no no that’s not. I-” you look around, feeling lost. Fucking words. “I thought I stole it on accident.” you admit. Blake looks almost relieved and attempts to hold back a smile.
“No, you didn’t steal it. I put it in there. It’s yours.” he nods to it.
“Mine? Why?” you bring the bracelet to your chest.
“I wanted to give it to you. You always seem to like my bracelets so I made you one.” he cautiously reaches for your hands. “You can add whatever you like to it- charms, jewels, beads.” his eyes dart to the side at that and he pulls one of his braids out of his chaotic mass of hair. Carefully, he unbraids the end and slips off one of the ornately carved beads. Then, he picks up your bracelet and threads it through the bead. “There, see?” he holds it out to tie onto your wrist.
“Blake, you don’t have to give me this!” you shake your head. Blake frowned down at you.
“Are you going to make me rebraid my hair and throw away your gift?”
“Wh- no. I just… you don’t have to go out of your way to make me things.” you fidget with your sleeves.
“Don’t worry about it. Just take the bracelet.” Blake orders. You hold your arm out so he can tie the bracelet to you.
“Thank you.” you mumble.
“Mhm.” Blake hums, his fingers lingering around your wrist before he retracts and clears his throat. “Uh… have you had dinner yet? I’m starving.”
“Ah, no. I was just about to when I found this.” you twist your hand, bouncing the bead.
“Oh. S-sorry.” Blake rubs his neck, averting his gaze. “Let me buy you something to eat.”
“Blake, if you keep buying me gifts, I’m going to have to start spending more time and money at your shop.” you sigh, following him to his car.
“That’s the plan.” he smiles, opening the door for you.
The car ride to the diner is filled with light conversation and good music. It was hard for you to find a kindred spirit that shared your taste in music. You noted the fact that Blake’s car smelled like vanilla and smoke- a more concentrated version of him, you thought.
“M’lady.” Blake bowed as he opened your door.
“God you’re a nerd.” blush dusts your cheeks and you take his hand as he helps you out of the car. You don’t need assistance, per say, but it would be rude to deny holding his hand momentarily, right?
The two of you sit at one of the many empty booths and order your food from a waitress that had worked there for longer than she’d have liked.
“Jewelry, dinner… if I didn’t know better I’d say you were trying to woo me.” you say idly, looking at the small menu of desserts. When you hear nothing, you look up and see Blake staring at the tabletop with wide eyes and furrowed brows.
“You okay there, Blake?” you ask softly.
“What if I was?”
“Huh?”
“Trying to woo you. I-I mean courting you wouldn’t be so bad, would it?”
Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to say something, but you’re interrupted by the arrival of your food.
“Thank you, ma’am.” Blake nods to the waitress, flashing her a crooked smile. He returns his gaze to you, heaving a sigh. “Ah… sorryabout that.”
You feel compelled to stay on the topic, but get the sense that Blake would rather not. The two of you spend the rest of dinner in awkward silence.
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Blake insists on walking you to your car, even though its ten feet away from where he parked. When you get to your door, you pause.
“Um… is it ok if I stop by tomorrow?” you look up at Blake.
“Yeah, of course. You know when the shop is open.” he nods.
“I mean, like, to hang out. The two of us.”
“Oh. Y-yeah. I’d love that, actually. You can finally see the foretold beanbag chairs.” Blake grins. You find yourself smiling too and lean up on your tip toes. You have to grip his arm, both to pull him down to an accessible height and to stabilize yourself, but you manage to place a kiss on Blake’s cheek. He flushes a darker shade of green. “U-uh can we redo that? I wasn’t ready.”
You laugh, placing your hands on the sides of his face and bring him down again, this time kissing his lips. He sighs and melts into it, bringing his arms around you.
“You just skipped four steps in the courtship.” he rests his forehead against yours.
Your village was right
between the two warring states, so the elders quickly convened and called it a
sanctuary city, protecting those who lived there and entered it. For whatever
reason, it worked and in return the city offered to help heal the sick and
wounded from the war.
You were one of the
healers that was beginning to be run ragged from all the work you were given.
After all you had to balance yourself between the denizens, and both sides of
the war. You believed it was worth it, even if you had to hire guards. Well,
hired isn’t the right word. Sometimes soldiers lack payment so you have them
take you out to gather important herbs for salves and whatnot. Yet, balance was
important, so you either had a rakshasa and an orc or no guards at all.
Lately, you’ve not had to
rotate out your guards because the two you currently have refuse to leave your
service. You don’t mind. Fin and Squish helped you often and have even began to
try and help you gather the ingredients instead of just standing watch. They
even went out of their way to identify themselves as yours
Fin was an orc that had
lots of beads and braids on his black hair. He had scars littered all over his
body and he often wore very little, as accustomed to the orcs style. His skin
was green like the olives that once grew in the countryside.
Squish on the other hand
was very regal. He took much care in maintaining his fur and clothing in a
pristine manner. His fur was golden, and he had dark marks leading from his
eyes o his nose and little spots all over.
Together the three of you
made quite the spectacle. Your two guards fretting whenever you would lodge
yourself into tiny nooks and what not to get various herbs and once when you
came back out with a snake in your grasp. What a sight that was, you were sure
that Squish was going to pass out.
They always followed you
around and you suspected that they were trying to court you, but you could not
choose one way or the other, lest you disturb the delicate balance this city
has. So, you could not respond nor reciprocate.
Fin and Squish did not
appreciate this and sat down and talked first with each other and then you.
“Why won’t you choose?”
“You both know why.”
“Can’t you give us a
sign?”
“Squish, I would love to,
but the war…”
“It isn’t within these
walls, it isn’t between us.”
“We, being Fin and
myself, talked and we understand. We want to court you. Both of us. We want to
give ourselves to you until you can choose, until you can speak freely.”
Tears flooded your eyes
and spilled down your cheeks. “Okay.”
That was all it took and
not much changed. Yes, you would kiss their cheeks every now and again and
everything was much more comfortable, but they stayed on, guarding you as you
went about and gathered supplies and healed the feeble. You felt much better
with this resolve and didn’t want to have to choose because you didn’t know if
you could.
Everything was great,
until it wasn’t. People found out and whispered as you passed, no longer speaking
to you if they could help it. Deserters from both sides would hit on you. After
all a human is a step up in this town. You weren’t happy with the new
circumstances, but they were bearable, and you could live with them. Until you
were being chased through the woods. You tripped and scrabbled to hide within
an old burrow. Your ankle was throbbing as you watched their feet run past you.
Hours passed, and you
stayed silent in your hole. You couldn’t walk back to town, that is if you were
even welcome there anymore. Additionally, you had run quite some ways away into
no-mans-land. Which was very bad, if you didn’t have night vision.
You would occasionally
slip into a restless sleep only to wake at any little noise. Normally it was a
distant gunshot or a battle cry, but this time there was two men moving through
the leaves, whispering between them.
They stopped, and you
held your breath counting off the seconds, waiting, praying, trying to will
them away when you were finally dragged out of the burrow. You wept as they
held you by your collar.
‘This is it.’ You
thought. ‘Goodbye Fin… Squish…’
Yet, fate had deceived
you as you were maneuvered into a hug between the two and then you heard him.
“Thank goodness we found you. Fin nearly beat three men to death when they were
telling everyone how they ran you off.”
“They deserved it.”
“Doesn’t matter.” You
felt Squish turn back towards you. “Why didn’t you come back?”
“My ankle, it hurts.”
“I’m sure it does…
Its swollen and gross, and your
covered in dirt and leaves.” He pulled something from your hair to prove his
point. “Let’s go home.”
An orc who don’t know how to kiss. Their tusks make it really hard to do so comfortably with each other so they result to hugs, headbutts and rubbing their noses together.
But after a headbutt that leaves you seeing stars you decide to finally teach your orc partner how to kiss.
(I’m bored and this is cute so hA!)
“Cagan, you just…” You said, laughter starting to bubble between your lips, “Okay, try to kiss me.”
Your dearest orc boyfriend, could NOT kiss for the life of him. After a particularly, ahem, painful incident, you decided to take matters into your own hands.
“Hon, I’m trying.” He said, trying to kiss around the tusks, to no avail. To be perfectly honest, he looked like a whining puppy, his brows furrowed in the pure dissatisfaction of not being able to correctly smooch his s/o.
“Well, I suppose there’s no chance of kissing you…I now must find a partner that can satisfy my needs!” You teased rather dramatically, leaning back onto the bed both you sat on.
“Please tell me you’re kidding.”
“Of course I’m kidding!”
Cagan sighed and laid next to you. “Y’know, I would kiss you if I could.”
“I know, love. I know.” You said, feeling him wrap his arm around you and pull you closer.
“Like, a lot,” he gestured with his free hand, “there’d be so much kissing, babe.” You chuckle.
You two enjoyed the peaceful quiet for a moment before realizing something earth-shattering.
Toad's Cave 