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English is not my native language, so there may be spelling and grammatical errors or strange word choices in the text.

TW: abandonment of a child, reader is a witch and she has a cold heart.

Read the prologue.

Summary: An orc asks a witch for permission to court her, but her heart is too cold. However, cold can melt under the right conditions.

A porcelain cup, the one from the set where all the dishes are decorated with a pattern of yellow peonies, which you were never allowed to touch, crashed to the floor. Mother looked at you in shock, her face as pale as marble.

"What?"

‎"An orc, mother." You replied with a giggle. "My heir's father is an orc. I'm sure she'll be a little green. Maybe she'll even have fangs? Or tusks?.."

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‎Oh yes, you were pleased with yourself. By seducing that tribe sentry, you got what wanted. But mother's reaction was far from what expected.

Mother was known for giving birth to many daughters from a variety of creatures from different planes of the infinite universe. The only exception was you, as had given birth to from a boring human father, but that was not the point. Seeing mother's expression, you briefly wondered if the orc might have been too unremarkable in her eyes. A shiver ran down spine. Her opinion held great significance for you, sometimes even too much so. Hands anxiously touched your growing belly.

‎"Don't you like green or...?"

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‎After hearing failed attempt at a joke, mother sighed and looked at you with a gentle gaze. She waved her hand, and an imp collected the shards of the broken cup at feet.

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‎"Green is a beautiful color, dear. I'm afraid he'll come back and demand that we give him the child."

You've been running mother's words over, and over and over in your head throughout pregnancy. No, you weren't afraid of the orcs, but the idea of him coming to take daughters away annoyed you. And now, as you watch him dismount from his horse, mother's words resurface in memory, accompanied by the piercing cries coming from the basket.

The orc freezes, and so do you. For a moment, all can hear is a wailing sound that's a mix of a growl and a grunt cries. Eye twitches nervously. You practically shove the basket into the witch's hands and signal for her to go inside. Smile that same smile that captured this man heart and throw your arms around him, hoping he'll focus on your curves against him instead of the fading wailing.

Plan works. The orc's lips spread into an even wider and more foolish smile. He embraces you and lifts you off the ground. It's eerily reminiscent of a scene from a romance novel.

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‎"I've missed." He sets you back on the ground, and just seeing his adoring gaze makes feel like trouble is on its way. "I have something for you."

Almost tripping over own feet, he hurries to the horse, pulling from the saddlebag what you would call a belt. He hands it to you. The man's gaze is filled with hope, but realizing that you don't quite understand what doing, the orc takes something else from the pouch on belt. This object you know better - a ring, thick, without precious stones, adorned only with an unknown rune, and most likely crafted from non-noble iron. It looks rough, not at all beautiful, if it hadn't been for him offering it to you, you might have thought it was an insult.

‎"I want to court you, will you let?"

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‎Lips form another fake smile on their own and you give him your answer. The only correct answer a witch can give.

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‎"No."

He tilts his head to the side, as if hadn't expected this, hands with the ring and the belt still outstretched towards you. Your next words will be harsh. But right now, you want to set clear boundaries. Besides, he's already done part, given you daughters, and love is not something witch might need.

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‎"It was good with you, but that's it. The belt and ring..."

You want to add a little drama, to make him hurt, so that doesn't even dare to think about coming to you again. To do this, you glance at the ring, and lips curl as if you are disgusted by it.

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‎"...are nice. But need mountains of gold and land for me to really want to you. Come back when have something more valuable."

The words had the effect you wanted them to have. Face fell, he looked away and stood up abruptly. For a moment you even backed away, thinking he was going to hit, but the orc just turned around and taking horse by the reins walked away from your house. There were no requests to give him a chance or questions about why you were saying such things. He just left, taking the ring and belt with him.

To be continued?

Hi 🐧

‎And here it is, the second part that became the first chapter. Don't panic, the orc will return, and I've already chosen a name for him. Thank you for reading "How to Use a Papa Orc: a Guide" part 1. Water your plants and vacuum your room. 💚

English is not my native language, so there may be spelling and grammatical errors or strange word choices in the text.

‎TW: mention of pregnancy, abandonment of a child, and the reader is a witch.

You are a witch, quite experienced, strong, and on good terms with coven. In general, your business is going up, which means that this is the perfect time to have a child. Or rather, a daughter, because a witch can give birth to only another witch, but you can't do it alone. However, you also don't want any of the village men to be the father of your charming little daughter. Firstly, you don't want any trouble or accusations of enchanting them. Secondly, almost all the men in the village are humans, which is not a good thing if you want a strong heir. Thirdly, your father is someone from the village, and mother never told who it was, so you don't want to accidentally run into your brother or any other relatives.

‎And so, one day, it happens, or rather, someone - the orcs. A whole tribe of orcs has come to buy and sell with the local merchants. They've set up camp on the outskirts of the village, and from window, you can see their tents and the bonfire they light every night. An orc is the perfect choice. He's likely to return to his journey once the tribe has completed its business, so there's no chance of potential father accusing you of enchanting him.

As had expected, everything went perfectly. Seducing the orc was easy. You simply chose one of the sentries, brought him food a couple of times, and soon he was in your hands. You even had fun and genuinely enjoyed spending time with him. Before leaving, he offered to join tribe, but when you refused, he didn't insist. You saw it as a fair exchange: the orc gained memories of a kind witch, and you received a child.

The pregnancy was easy, but the birth was difficult. The entire coven worked hard to ensure that you didn't die. A few hours later, two of your daughters were born. Now, let's talk about the trouble. Orcs only give birth to orcs or half-orcs. You didn't know that, and you were completely unprepared to become the mother of twins, a witch and, well, orc.

The first daughter was a copy of you, and you could already feel the magic in her, as well as other witches. She smelled like milk and cookies, was as light as a feather, she was very quiet...

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‎The second daughter, on the other hand, was like a forest moss, a storm, stubborn roots, she smelled like pine trees and a campfire, much like her father. She was heavy, you could barely lift her, she cried loudly, making sounds that sounded like growls. She was the reason for many of sleepless nights. Sisters in the coven advised to give the orc to someone else because you couldn't handle it.

After about three months of motherhood, you made a difficult decision: little orc needs a family that can take care of her. If you keep her, she will continue to suffer from malnutrition, as milk was not enough for two children, and you lacked the strength to raise two daughters. Even with the help of other witches in coven, you would struggle to provide for both of them. Additionally, she would feel lonely living in a human village.

After packing daughter few belongings into a basket and placing her inside, you leave home. There is an orc stronghold two days away, where you intend to leave her. Other daughter will stay with one of the witches during. You are worried about leaving home, linger at the gate for a moment to give instructions.

As you repeat instructions, you notice a horse galloping in the distance with an orc on it. Horse comes to a stop right in front of you. Orc, who seems overly happy, calls out your name as he dismounts from the horse. His face seems vaguely familiar, his name has long been lost in the depths of memory, but you can't mistake his scent. Your head begins to ache. The only question "why did he come?" is in head, causing a headache and a frown on your face. But before can say a word, a cry comes from your basket.

To be continued.

Hi 💪

Word Count: 767

Warnings: Vampire!AU, mention of blood and wounds, mention of graves, mention of death

AN: Hello. English is not my native language, so there are spelling and grammatical errors here.

This is my first fanfiction that I've been hatching for a while. I would like to make a whole series based on this, but I'm not sure if anyone would be interested in such a thing 👉👈

Let me know if you like it

Have fun reading!

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