#orc fluff

Then you walk in the door with a tiny furball of a puppy and he is just like WTF?!?

He wanted you to get a dog for protection, not a little fluffball that fits in the palm of his hand.

At first he absolutely refuses to even acknowledge the tiny pup, especially when the puppy starts interrupting your alone time 👿

Even worse you make him take the pup for a walk one morning when you don’t feel good, the teasing from his friends was merciless for weeks.

He finally comes around when you both take the small pup for a walk and he notices that the little thing barks at every male that gets too close to you.

The puppy in question:

Orc guard who is in love with you (prince/princess?). He’s so good at his job because he would still kill anyone that tried to look at you sideways regardless of if he was getting paid or not. You’re the first human to ever be kind to him, and one of the few people to not make fun of him for not having tusks (a very rare genetic mutation among orcs).

“Well, you not having tusks will just make it easier for me to spot you in a crowd, and I’ll know you’re mine,” your bright smile almost makes his knees give out.

AHH WHAT!! That’s so freaking cute

I love imagining orcs to have like very physically demanding real-life jobs or jobs relating to it. Just because I feel like they’re classified as usually being more physically adept. Plus with their use of clubs and weapons it could easily be adapted into things like tools and maps as you mention! So it just absolutely clicks inside my head and makes so much sense to me. It’s a ton of fun, I love it

And a nerdy Orc cartographer sounds so insanely adorable. The idea of a nerdy orc has me irl giggling. I’d love to write something like that, would’ve in this post, but I don’t wanna overstep on your friend’s idea. It would be so interesting to see a mix of nerdy characteristics mixing with traditional orc characteristics

December 18.) Orc bestie

Shhhh let's not talk about how it's no where near December any more!

Female orc x Fem reader

No pronouns actually used for reader

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“Ok ok open this one next!” Ugar exclaimed, holding out a wrapped gift in her calloused green hands. Smiling, you took the gift from her. It was a hand decorated frame in the shape of a heart, the image inside was one the two of you had taken when in front of a waterfall on a trip you shared together, it was a fond memory for the both of you. “Check the back of the photo.” She had whispered in a voice that had caught you off guard. You’ve never heard her so nervous before, not even that time the two of you had been camping deep in the woods and a bear had wandered into your camp smelling the yummy food. Ugar had started beating on her chest with nothing to protect her but her pajamas as she bellowed at the bear standing her ground as she scared off the bear. She swore then and to this day she would have fought that bear with her bare hands if it meant keeping you safe. So now sitting here on your bed with cheesy Christmas music playing softly in the background while you exchange, her looking so nervous, so terrified as she waited for you to look at the back of the photo made you feel as if your world was ending. She was your bestfriend you had known her since kindergarten yet she never made you feel so petrified at this moment. Was something wrong? Was she dying? Were you dying and she knew it but you had been to stupid to know it? 

Taking the back of the frame out you couldn’t help but notice your hands were trembling as you lifted it up and set it down next to you. Gulping you lifted the photo up, eyes blurry as tears already started to form from the fear you were feeling. In red pen was her messy handwriting. “I have loved you for many years and shall love you till my dying day. Say the word and I will follow you to the edge of the world. Please be mine, darling love.” It took three full reads of what it said before you really understood the words. Gasping softly your head jolted up to look at her, she dared not meet your gaze. “You really mean this?” You asked, it being your turn to whisper as you talked. She simply nodded her head as she bit down on her bottom lip. It was strange seeing such a large powerful orc acting so nervous and submissive but there she was playing with her hands fighting the urge to run so she did not have to face the rejection she feared she would have.

Consider a monster boy band.

Werewolf: Center and Visual

Selkie: Main Dancer and Lead Vocalist

Orc: Lead Rapper (arguably Face of the Band after a video leak of him bottle feeding kittens but definitely becomes the public’s favorite)

Kitsune: Maknae (not really but… prove it) and Sub Vocalist

Nunnehi: Leader

Should I write about them?? I already love them

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After arguing with your knight, you had to take a walk around the garden to calm down. Your chest was tight, your heart heavy. There was no way that you would be able to deal with everything without a breather. After a few minutes, you made your way back inside the manor.

You took the time to slip into a powder room, letting your hair down before twisting it back up in a bun. Smoothing down your dress and adjusting your gloves. When you were done, you slipped back out. None of your servants had seen the interaction besides Agak.

For a moment, you considered just going back about your day. Pretending that Agak hadn’t kissed you. That nothing had happened, but you knew you couldn’t. So, with a little bit of anxiety still settling in your chest, you went downstairs to the servant and slave quarters.

It didn’t take you long to find the door that obviously had to be Agak’s. It was larger than others, and the knob was a different color, indicating his position as a slave instead of a willing servant. Your throat felt tight as your knuckle rapped at the door.

After a few moments, he pulled open the door, looking down at you. His hair was tied differently now- in a low braided ponytail instead of the bun he tended to wear when he was working. You wondered why but couldn’t bring yourself to ask. Your mouth felt dry and as tight as your chest.

Finally, Agak muttered out, “What is it, Duchess?”

You swallowed hard to force down the nervousness creeping up your throat. “I’d like to speak to you about what happened earlier,” you say, then gesture for both of you to go into his room.

He didn’t hesitate, side stepping so you could step in and then closing the door behind you. Once you were inside, you looked around the small room at his meager possessions. It made you feel guilty that you were contributing to this. How many lives had been destroyed? How many lives, families lost? All because of a war between two greedy Kings.

“What did you wish to speak about, Duchess?” Agak grunted out as he walked past you to sit on the too-small-for-him single chair in the room.

“Earlier,” you said, walking up to him to stand in front of him. You were nearly the same height as him now, and you wondered if that was why he had sat in the first place. “Why did you tell me that it didn’t happen? Clearly, I was there. I’m aware of what happened.”

Agak ran his fingers through the hair on the top of his head, falling short of running them lower and ruining the braid. “It was a mistake, Your Grace. I shouldn’t have done that.”

The way his voice was softer than normal, almost conflicted, or worse, ashamed, you realized he was worried he’d be punished. Severely. You had seen the scars on his back and chest multiple times since he often worked without a shirt when he worked outside. You’d noticed the few on his face. Had all of them been results of “misbehaving”?

“I’m glad you did,” you said softly, sitting on his bed now, your knees nearly touching his.

His eyes shot up to yours, trying to gauge your truthfulness, but as his dark eyes searched your face, he saw no sign of deception. “Duchess…,” he trailed off, unsure of what to say.

Based off of my (failed lol) 12 Days of Christmas cyoa story

Me using this as an excuse to do a 12 Days of Orcmas that I plan on doing every year from now on lol

You grew up as one of the few humans in the North Pole, so when you were chosen this year as the Magical Courier, you were ecstatic. Santa was trusting you to deliver the twelve most magical gifts of the season to this year’s chosen town.

A small village named Frost’s Burrow.

When you arrived, you were greeted by an Orc at the edge of said village. He frowned when he saw you emerge from the trees, dusting snow out of your hair. He was holding a hammer, a worn apron tide around his coat. Beside him stood a hole in a fence of what looked like some kind of official building.

The worn sign said “Frost’s Burrow Public Library”.

You were still folding the magical sack Santa gave you down a manageable size, stuffing it in your pocket. When he saw that, he raised an eyebrow. His surprisingly small tusks lifting up slightly on his face.

“Oi, you’re the Courier then?” he asked, sliding the hammer into a slot in his belt. “I’m Evander. Nice to meet you.”

“Yes, I am. Y/N,” you gave a smile as you held out your hand.

It was a warm, bright smile that crinkled the sides of your eyes. You were so excited to be here that nothing, even this stoic and seemingly annoyed Orc couldn’t dull your glee. However, to your surprise, when you smiled, Evander’s hard face melted into a smile nearly as warm as yours. His eyebrows relaxed; his ears fell back slightly.

“Glad to have you in. You’re staying at the Peartree inn, yeah? You’re in luck. Last time that there was a courier, Miss Partridge was the first receiver. Maybe she’ll be for you too,” he said as he gestured for you to follow him into town.

You bounced after him, practically glowing. “I think she is. The note this morning said that I would find her behind the counter at my destination.”

He nodded in acknowledgement. When he reached the small, warm looking building that looked more like a large home than an inn, he opened the front gate. “Here it is. Have a good stay. Y/N. I hope to see you soon.”

Something about the way he said it made you flush. His voice was warm and smooth like still pouring caramel. All you could do was smile and nod in response.

Inside the inn, Evander was right. The middle aged partridge hybrid stood behind the counter, reading a book. When she saw you approach, she perked up. Excitement made a feather at the top of her head pop up, which she hurriedly smoothed back down.

“Hello! And welcome to the Peartree inn. Are you the Courier?”

“I am,” you said, taking the sack out out of your pocket. When you opened it, a package wrapped in paper the yellow green of the fruit the inn was named after appeared in your hand. “I believe we have a trade to make. Here is your gift, and could I have my room key?”

She chirped, her winged fluttering jovially as she took the box. They were trembling so badly, you thought she would drop the key when she handed it to you.

“Here! Oh, thank you. Thank you! Being a receiver is such an honor,” she hummed as she admired the box. Then, as you were walking away, she added almost as an after thought, “we hold a festival every year the night before the Solstice to celebrate the end of the year, and a dance the night of the Solstice to celebrate the start of a new season. You need an escort for the dance, if you want to go, but it’s one of our many winter activities. We of course also have a huge Christmas celebration on the 24th.”

You smiled, intrigued by the blend of older customs and new religious traditions. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Ohh I love this<3 Going with a Selkie because they’re so hot and I love them

Happy Earth Day: Post Six

Marseili had always been fascinated with human culture. Despite her fears of being trapped on the land forever, there were times she couldn’t help herself but hide her seal skin and look around the land. That was what she was on her way to do that day. Swimming eagerly towards the shore. She didn’t even notice the fishing net spread out along the reef until it was too late.

She slammed into the net, tangling herself instantly. Panic started to set in as she struggled to untangle herself, but her seal flippers were useless. The idea of taking off her skin crossed her frantic mind, but the idea of dropping it and it being lost to the sea forever was too terrifying to risk- even if it meant being caught. At least a human wouldn’t destroy her skin so she had a chance to find it later.

As she was tugged up in the net, she was surprised not to see a human- but an Orc. Typically Orcs didn’t like to be on the sea, and yet there he was, tugging her closer and closer to the boat. When he saw her, still in her seal form, he grunted.

“Wee dumb thing. Didn’t wantae catch yin o' ye,” he muttered as he tugged the net up and caught sight of her.

With surprising tenderness, he untangled her from the net. Careful of her flippers and whiskers. Marseili’s heart was pounding in her chest as his rough, weathered hands gently moved against her slippery skin. Once she was free, a small smile tugged at the corner of the orc’s lips.

“Thare ye gang, wee dumb thing. Ye'r jammy ye'r cute,” he chuckled, patting her seal head before returning to the fish on the net. He picked one up, tossing it at her. “Thare yer. Noo git.”

She caught the fish easily in her mouth, but she had no intention of leaving. Instead she quickly swallowed down the fish before jumping back into the water, but she watched the orc closely. Over the next few weeks, she would follow his boat to and from the shore. Almost every day he went fishing, bringing back fresh fish to sell at the market. He had noticed her following him too, and had begun greeting her in the morning and bidding her a good night every evening.

One day, she swam into his net again so he’d have to pull him up. When he did and saw her, he laughed heartily. A deep, low rumbling laugh that made his face seem younger, softer. “Mah dumb wee thing! Whit urr ye daein'?”

Just like before, he softly untangled her from the net, his hands soft and kind against her wet skin. Also just like before, he turned to grab a fish to toss at her. However, this time instead of a seal, he saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him, sheepishly holding a seal skin against her body to give some sense of modesty.

“Weel, ah be damned,” he said lowly, his dark eyes roaming over her figure. “A selkie then, eh?”

“Yes,” Marseili said softly, biting her lower lip as she looked up at him through her long, thick lashes.

“Then why'd ye keep getting caught in mah net? ye lot ur tae smart fur that,” he asked as he walked up to her, handing her the fish still in his hand.

“Ah think ye'r cute, 'n' crakin'. Ah wanted tae blether tae ye properly,” she mumbled, a smile creeping across her face as his large hand caught her chin, tilting it up so he had to look up at him.

“Then blether, mah cute wee thing,” he said, his tusks nearly catching her cheeks as he leaned in.

Through all of this, he made no move to grab her seal skin. Made no move to grab or trap her. She knew that she didn’t want a human anymore-she wanted an orc.