Husband Orc x Human Reader (Kilian): Sequel
This is a sequel to this fic. I love my orc oc Kilian so I though I'd expand on his and reader's family more fics to come!
Synopsis: Drak and Kilian have a talk.
Even after fifteen years of marriage you and Kilian had remained completely enamored with one another, and with that love came a deep understanding and ability to pick up on even the slightest shift in emotions.
Your husband watched you from his spot on the bed as you silently undressed. Usually the two of you would be immersed in conversation about the events of the day but you were uncharacteristically distant. You removed the last of your clothes and hastily retrieved your nightgown from its spot next to Kilian. As you reached out for it your husband gently took your hand, prompting you to stop.
“What troubles you my love?”
You forged a small smile and shook your head. “Nothing, I’m just tired.”
You retrieved your hand and pulled your nightgown over you.
Without another word you crawled into bed turning away from him. Kilian waited and finally you spoke, knowing your distance would only worry him.
“Does Drak seem alright to you?”
Kilian raised his brow at the mention of your oldest son, now thirteen years old. “He seems to be. Why?”
“Tonight at dinner he was quiet and when I went to wish him a good night he was rather stand offish. Almost like I had done something wrong.”
Kilian reached out and pulled you into him, wrapping you in his strong arms and rubbing his tusk against your shoulder. “He’s at that age (Name). It’s only natural that he starts to pull away from us.”
You sighed, turning over to look at your husband, a sadness in your eyes he hadn’t seen before. “You didn’t see the way he looked at me, Kilian.”
This had clearly stuck to your ribs with an indomitable force that simple words wouldn’t alleviate.
The next morning Kilian lured his son out of bed with the promise of one on one training. Drak was old enough now to begin sparing and being the chieftain’s son he had the privilege of studying under the strongest orc in the stronghold.
The two of them left before the sun had come up and made their way on foot to a nearby field that their family would often come to. Drak remained quiet as they set down their gear and retrieved their weapons. Kilian decided to wait before interrogating his son.
The two of them drew their swords and Drak charged at his father, slamming the blade against his shield. Kilian easily pushed back, taking a step forward and knocking his son off balance. He clearly looked frustrated, clenching his jaw and charging once more only to be pushed back again.
Kilian was barely trying and it enraged his son.
Drak angrily chucked his blade into the field and sprinted off.
Kilian found his son sitting against a massive oak tree with his face buried in his lap. He calmly sat next to him before speaking.
“Your mother seems to believe she’s done something to upset you.”
Drak flinched at the mention of you, knowing how protective his father was.
Instead of denying it he lifted his head in defeat.
“Father, will I ever be as strong as you?”
Kilian just blinked. “Of course. Is that what this is about?
Drak crossed his arms. “I’m the smallest boy in the stronghold for my age. And I struggle to spar even against some of the younger orcs. So how could I ever be like you?”
“If you have a human mother?” Kilian concluded.
Drak pulled his knees tighter against his chest. These feelings against you made him feel guilty. Almost like he was betraying your love.
“Look at me Drak,” his father sternly ordered.
“Your mother is human, but she’s also strong.”
Drak opened his mouth to argue but Kilian immediately silenced him by raising his hand.
“When your mother was pregnant with you she had to fight everyday to make it through the hardships that came with that. And when she gave birth she nearly died.”
Drak fidgeted in his spot.
He knew these things, how his mother almost died, from the whispers of others in the stronghold. How strong must she have been to live beyond what the doctors had predicted. And to have two children after that, fully knowing the risk of what might come. To willingly fight again.
Whenever he’d hear these things he’d remove himself. Thinking of a world without his mother upset him.
He could tell by the look on his father’s face that it upset him too. It was almost shocking, Kilian the mighty Orc Chieftain of the Northern stronghold, facing something that intimidated him.
“Were you scared?” Drak dared to ask.
Kilian nodded. “Of course. For months after I was terrified to leave your mother’s side. Because…I had a fear that she wouldn’t be there when I returned.”
Drak tilted his head. “I didn’t think you got scared.”
His father chuckled at this. “Everyone gets scared son.”
He faced the inquisitive child. “And a warrior's strength isn’t merely measured by physicality alone.”
He poked Drak’s chest. “It’s also what’s in here.”
He rested his large hand on his head. “And here. Your mother has more strength in her heart and mind than I could ever dream to have. And you’ve inherited those gifts as well Drak.”
He felt a swell of pride in that regard.
After the stronghold doctor had saved your life in childbirth you had been inspired to study under her and become a doctor yourself. Drak had seen you dedicate yourself to this, tending to the needs of the stronghold, and that of your own family.
Drak’s lip began to quiver. “I didn’t mean to hurt her.”
“She knows that son. Let’s go home so you can apologize.”
Drak nodded and the two of them retreated back to the field, upon their return they found a group of familiar faces waiting for them. His younger sister Shel came racing towards them.
Her father joyfully scooped her up. “There’s my girl!”
You were standing near the discarded gear with baby Dura in your arms.
A guard remained stoically behind you.
Kilian quickly made his way over to you and embraced you. “Good morning,” you greeted, gently pecking your lips against his.
Shel voiced her disgust and attempted to push her father’s face away from her mother.
“No kissing!” she demanded.
“No kissing!” Kilian mimicked, making you laugh.
He set Shel down and took Dura from you, the small infant reaching up for her father.
“Let’s go show you sister the wildflowers Shel,” Kilian suggested.
Once the three of them had left Drak nervously made his way over to you.
The guard excused himself and joined Kilian.
Once Drak reached you you gave him a hopeful smile. “Are you feeling better this morning?”
Much to your surprise your son began to cry.
He lunged out and hugged you.
You pulled your son closer and lowered the both of you to the ground.
“I love you mother,” he whimpered. “I love being your son.”
You sighed in relief and stroked his hair. “I love you son. More than you’ll ever know.”
