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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: 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 💪

God of sleep + their followers "vs" God-slayer reader. --

Honestly, they didn't know that you were trying to take out the pantheon. They didn't even meet you when you arrived at their temple, demanding an audience with them. Instead, one of their eternally sleepy devotees met you there.

They were unlike the followers of past gods you've slain. Firstly, there was only a handful of them in the god's temple, when there's usually at least a dozen for a true god. Secondly, they hardly show you any ire despite you announcing your intentions. They only smile sweetly when you so brazenly state you wish to kill their god, as if you were a child saying something particularly silly.

"That's nice." One cooed as they led you to the deity's room. As you soon find out, the "room" was just one giant bed. It was wall to wall of plush blankets and soft pillows. There, in the centre of it all, lied your target: the god of sleep, nestled in with their worshippers.

The follower who had brought you there yawned and, with little to no regard over your murderous plan, stepped past you to go cuddle with the rest of them. It was like watching kittens huddling for warmth.

The thought shamed you. Gods and their worshippers were not to be trusted, and certainly not to be likened to harmless critters. It was best to deal with the root of your problem before the disgustingly adorable sight convinced you otherwise.

You step past the threshold of the room, and...

and...

Oh, heavens above, you were so tired.

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You awake from a slumber you hadn't realized had claimed you. Somewhere during your restful hours, you moved into the god's arms.

You jerk back as if burnt, much to the dismay of the others holding you.

"Noo..." One whines.

"Don't go..." Another murmurs.

You ignore the protests. You dropped your weapon when your consciousness was seized from you. If you could reach it, then-

A heavy arm slings around your waist.

"Stay a little longer. You need your rest, dear." The god whispers, shifting you back to their chest. Already, your panic dulls and your mind fuzzes. Sleep once again takes you.

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It takes days for you to escape the bed, and that was only because the god will occasionally let their humans up to eat and drink. With great effort, you manage to join the flow of servants slipping from the room.

Once you left the presence of the god, it was easier to shake the remaining tiredness from your form and escape the temple. It was probably best to leave that immortal be for the time being.

At least, you try to leave them be.

Human: I am not having an orgy, we can just keep trying the old fashioned way.

Goblin, holding back tears: I'm never gonna be a dad....

Goblin with a gaggle of what is considered hunky men by goblin standards: please even just one of these! Pick just one a-and I'll never ask again!

Human: nope! They can watch I guess... But it's you or nothing my dear.

They'd been told humans were easy to deal with, eager almost, so why is their subject so feral?

Two scientists, an unprepared guard, and another random lab tech had been bitten or threatened with one of the movable items in the test area, the human was certainly panicked and hostile despite the best attempts of the medical crew. Right this moment the human in question is standing on the far bench, holding a tool tray and smacking at one of the security officers, the repeated clank of tray to helm is almost humorous to some of the other staff, as the moment the officer reaches forward the hollow clank of the tray sounds out.

Between screams in one of the languages of earth and threats to urinate on the officer, the human has begun to show signs of slow building exhaustion.

Another loud clank sounds from in the chamber as one of the researchers uses the com system to try and talk the human down again, more screams are heard from within as the human subject seems to almost come back to full feral force pushing the security officer over and climbing the nearest high cabinet.

Far beyond the labs bounds, watching through the security cameras is an elated creature, just another alien by this humans standards, but this particular interstellar resident is beyond excited for their chance to meet you. This particular case of human collection was on their request after all, happily chirping and clicking their mandibles as they watch your next bout of human rage from atop the cabinet you'd climbed, dismissing another ping requesting the right to sedate you, no they wanted to see you in your most wild state!

They knew they'd picked well, you'd were such a perfect fit from the line up they'd been shown, now it's just a matter of this pesky lab work and then you'd be able to meet!

Stars they can't wait, but till then they simply must see how you attack with that little tray again!