How to use a Papa Orc: a Guide (In the process of writing.)
You are a witch who seduced an orc to give birth to a daughter. However, something went wrong and you gave birth to twins. The father of your daughters also appears on your doorstep, planning to take full responsibility, but as a proud and self-sufficient witch, you do not plan to accept his help.
Will this orc be able to melt your heart, and will you keep both of your daughters? Read about it in this story.
Prologue • part 1 • part 2
A list of ideas for my inspiration.
A human from the Orc tribe and an Orc from a human village.
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. There may be mentions of pregnancy and childbirth in the story. Please, leave a comment if you need me to add anything else to TW.
Start reading from the prologue or from the previous part.
Summary: The witch goes to Orc Strongholds to find good foster parents for her daughter.
Trip to the stronghold had to be postponed. You didn't want the orc to return when you weren't home. Every time heard a horse neighing, you went to the window to see who it was. But after a couple of days or weeks, he didn't return, and it worried. You weren't afraid that the orc or an entire tribe of orcs was plotting revenge against. First, they wouldn't stoop so low, and second, they wouldn't want to mess with a witch like you or your coven.
And yet, the lack of any news about him made nervous. As you had learned, no orc tribes had come to the village to trade, and there were no camps nearby. The only conclusion was that he had come alone. If he had come alone, then he had left his tribe for you. This last part worried the most. You didn't want anyone to make such sacrifices for you. You certainly wouldn't leave coven for "love," because coven is family, protection, friends and you really hoped that the orc felt the same way about his tribe.
By the end of the month, there was still no news, no one came to take revenge. Decided that you would not see him again, so you can go on the road. This time, you left mother to look after other daughter. You put the basket back together and went towards stronghold. The road was hard. Baby cried a lot. She obviously didn't like this trip. Mother was right; should have given her away right after she was born, then your heart wouldn't ache at the sight of her tear-stained cheeks.
It was a little easier in the stronghold. You were able to spend the night in the tavern safely, and even little one, tired from the journey, slept through the night. The next day, you put daughter back in the basket with some things that might be useful to her in new family, and carefully covered the basket with a veil so that the baby wouldn't be visible. Then you went out into the city. There were flowers, paper lanterns, garlands, other decorations, souvenir stalls, and families... Lots of families with children. Since there weren't any holidays on this day, you assumed it was a local festival. You've forgotten how these noisy places feel. During the time you were pregnant and then took care of the children, you hardly left the house, so you enjoyed what saw. It was also a good opportunity to observe the locals. And maybe you'll meet some really nice people who won't mind taking child.
Orc Strongholds are a unique place. These didn't appear until a relatively short time ago, maybe thirty years ago, when the leader of one of orc tribes married a human woman. Initially, tribe was nomadic, during his wife's pregnancy, realized that this lifestyle was too challenging for her. As a result, tribe remained in one place until his wife gave birth. Over time, this temporary camp evolved into Orc Strongholds, and eventually, other similar locations emerged. These strongholds became a haven for orcs who were tired of their nomadic lifestyle. Or, more often, those who married someone of a different race.
This particular stronghold was brand new and it was really busy. New houses were being built, new people were arriving, you were wandering through the streets when came across a blacksmith's shop. It was filled with household items like knives, pots, a counter selling simple jewelry, rack of weapons... One of the blacksmiths was standing nearby, wearing an apron, trying to attach a two-handed axe to the wall. Behind the counter stood a young orc woman, cooing over a baby in a basket with wooden bird toys attached to the handle.
"Are you looking for something special?" She smiled when she noticed that you had entered. It was strange, her smile seemed... familiar? "We have jewelry with the strongholds emblem if you would like to purchase a souvenir."
"I'd like to buy a gift for mother. Do there have any jewelry boxes?" You replied, approaching the counter and placing the basket on it.
There was a distinctive noise from behind, as if something heavy had fallen and judging by the moan of pain, it had fallen on the leg of an orc in a blacksmith's apron. Woman jumped up, apologizing, she asked to wait here, then she helped the man to go to another room. You looked around the shop, a two-handed axe lay on the floor, a fly buzzed, music came from outside, the sound of a hammer striking an anvil. Little orc was muttering in its basket, trying to reach the toy birds. You took a closer look at him or her. The ears were more pointed and the nose looked more like a human child's, suggesting that one of the parents was an elf. When the woman returned, you pretended to be adjusting the veil on basket, she gave you a sidelong glance, as if she were looking at something extremely unusual, before placing several boxes on the counter, decorated with vines, birds, pomegranates. Typical patterns for elves.
"My husband makes them." Said the orc. "If don't like the design, we can make a custom painting."
"It's okay, I won't be in town for long."
You looked at one of the boxes from all angles. Needed to buy something for mother as a thank-you for her help. And... You looked at your basket, then at the orc's child's basket. It seemed like they were around the same age as your daughter.
"Is your husband an elf?"
"Yes, Ma’am." Her eyes seemed to light up. She picked up one of the boxes, showing it to you. "He makes everything you see in the store. Well, almost everything. My brother helps him, he makes engagement rings."
She looked over to where rings with runes engraved on them were lying in the corner next to the jewelry. The rings were large, meant for a strong green hand. You immediately realized that they were very similar to the ones your orc had brought you.
"So these are the wedding rings?" You said, just looking at the ring, you didn't really care about it, even though it looked like the same ring. "I'll take the box with the birds, how much is it?"
You were told the price, put the money on the counter and took the box wrapped in cloth. The woman wished you a good day, immediately turned her attention back to her child. She extended her large hand allowed the baby to play with fingers, causing him to make a sound that was a mix of giggles and growls. There was warmth in her eyes, you felt a pang of envy, as doubted you looked the same way with own daughters.
"Actually, I'd like to take another one. Do have any?"
You tried to smile, soften voice, sound more welcoming. It was difficult to tell if you succeeded, but at least received a smile in return, which relaxed you a bit. When the orc woman left for another room, you made a decision: the blacksmith's wife would be a good mother for your daughter. Additionally, blacksmith families were generally well-off. In the worst-case scenario, she would find a suitable home for baby. Lifting the veil on the basket, you took one last look at daughter. You probably wouldn't remember her face for long, but for some reason, your heart wanted to see her one last time. Trying to be quiet, you left the forge, leaving the basket on the counter. Fortunately, there were no doorbells. Once outside, you felt a sense of relief, and all that remained was to return home.
Pulling the hood of cloak over head, holding the box in hands, you walked away from the store. The festival was still in full swing, the number of visitors had only increased. You hurriedly crossed the square to get as far away as possible. However, plans to leave the city were thwarted when a hand rested on your shoulder, a familiar voice called out your name. Your orc stood in front of you, wearing a blacksmith's apron, with his hand still on your shoulder and a basket in his other hand.
Your eyebrows furrowed, and he pulled his hand away.
"I didn't know you were here. I swear! I... I..." He looked panicked, embarrassed, confused and guilty all at the same time. "You left basket at the store. Sister asked me to return it to you."
He held the basket out in front of him with both hands, as if it might catch fire or be something he shouldn't be holding. You put on most displeased expression, reached for the basket. As you touched it, a loud, ringing cry echoed through the air. With a heavy sigh, you pulled the basket towards, intending to take it and leave, the orc suddenly clutched it tightly. Looking up, saw him staring at you with a furrowed brow, as if asking a silent question. You didn't bother to justify yourself to him, but instead let out a frustrated groan of annoyance.
"Well, if you want to hold it, then hold."
You shrugged shoulders, removing the veil from the basket to look at daughter. The orc's eyebrows raised in surprise, then frowned and jumped up again in surprise, as if his brain couldn't decide which emotion to use. You leaned over the basket, reaching out to touch the baby. Touched her cheek, feeling an unnatural warmth. She was always warm, even too warm, like her father, but now it was too hot. Perhaps a shadow of panic crossed your face, because the orc, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.
"With him... With her? Well, is something wrong?"
You bit your lip. Being in the strongholds with a sick baby was not what you wanted. And now it turned out that your orc was also here. Made the most unfriendly face again and muttered "it's none of your business" and pulled the basket towards you. Suddenly, he just picked it up, the baby was still crying, he looked at you with a frown and even a stern look.
"No, I'm holding it, so it's my business."
He pursed his lips nervously. He didn't look good with a frown, and it was clear that he wasn't used to acting this way. You, too, were surprised to see him like this.
"You and the basket are coming with me."
To be continued?
Hi ⭐
So this is the second chapter. I promised that would learn the orc's name in this chapter, but decided to shorten the text because I thought the chapter was already too long. In fact, I have a dream of writing five thousand-word chapters one day, because think it's the perfect size for a chapter, but my skills aren't yet up to it.
However, I will still reveal the orc's name, as it feels awkward to simply refer to him as an orc. So, his name is Bagol. This is the "surname" of my first spouse from Skyrim, Moth gro-Bagol. Don't forget to water the plants and drink water yourself 💚
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?.."
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...?"
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.
"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.
"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?"
Lips form another fake smile on their own and you give him your answer. The only correct answer a witch can give.
"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.
"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.
"...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.
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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...
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.
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I've been editing this text for the past two weeks, and I'm still not sure how good it looks. However, if you're reading these lines, I want to thank you for reading my work. Have a nice evening, and don't forget to water your plants and check your room 💚
I'm sure you've read fanfictions where an orc falls in love with a village woman, and then he takes her with him. I love it!
But imagine a slightly different situation: as a child, an orc is adopted by a human couple, while the reader is adopted by an orc couple. In this fanfiction, the reader wins the love of a village orc and then takes him with them. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ
Synopsis: Small headcounts about the vampire Xavier's life as a hunter.
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!
- Imagine the vampire Xavier who is devastated by grief. He did not have time to return to his Queen, he could not justify her hopes, he could not become her reliable support in this world. Standing at the tombstone, all he can do is clench the bouquet limply in his hands, not daring to lay it on the cold stone. It seems to him that if he does this, then her death will become even more real than it already is.
- His vampirism, which used to seem like hope, is now like a curse. He used to think that he would share eternity with her. It was only for her sake that he got involved in all this. Now, he is nothing more than a knight, carrying his mourning. As the years go by, the world moves forward, Xavier freezes in place, waiting for the one who will never come to him again.
- At some point, Xavier feels like he's dead himself. He doesn't feel joy, he doesn't taste, he doesn't feel warm or cold, and over time he stops feeling even sadness. All he has left is a single desire - to close his eyes and not wake up. Maybe he'll get lucky and see his queen's smile in a dream.
- The vampire Xavier who wakes up in the modern world, lost and confused. The memory of his native land has long been erased from history, he is like a museum piece that is trying to settle into a new world.
- He has no purpose as such, because he lived only for his queen. Now, when only he keeps the memory of her, Xavier feels strange. Somehow, the fact that all the things, places, and people that could have made him feel nostalgic have sunk into oblivion brings him peace. He still feels disoriented by the rules of this world, but the new one puts a bandage on his soul. For the first time in centuries, he wants to study, not just fall asleep.
- Although it doesn't look like what he's used to, nevertheless, working at UNICORN is a bit like what he used to do. His hand holds the sword firmly, his gaze is determined, he is finally busy with something. He likes to be busy, it helps not to think about the past.
- Vampire Xavier is known in the Hunter's Association, mostly only for good things. However, everyone knows how stubborn he is when it comes to finding a partner to work with. He is not a loner, although many people think of him that way. It's just that he's really scared to look at faces, he's scared to remember names, he's scared that he'll get attached to people. He is afraid that not only his queen will be buried in his cemetery.
- He decides to go on a mission earlier, disobeying orders. Jenna informed him that he would not be working alone this time. The only way for Xavier to keep his loneliness is to finish the task before his partner arrives. After all, if he does, then the need for forced cooperation will disappear, right?
- His shoulder is dislocated, and his side is burning from a wound left by the Wanderers. He could have chuckled as he watched the blood that had given him strength now irrigate the ground. Drop by drop. He doesn't have the strength to keep his eyes open, everything is floating and spinning. Xavier feels like he's dying. Wow, for the first time in many years, he's not scared. He know that she have been waiting for him on the other side for a long time and is he experiencing... happiness?
- His breathing is steady. Finally, after so many centuries, he feels alive. It's a bit controversial considering that he's bleeding out right now. However, this feeling of life slipping through his fingers really makes him feel like a human again.
- The vampire Xavier who involuntarily clenches his jaw. In a semi-conscious state, he feels his fangs sink into soft flesh, something sweet gets on his tongue, and it takes him a moment to realize that it's blood. His teeth go deeper, he doesn't want that, not now when he was so close to finishing his journey. But his body betrays him and he clings to the hand that feeds him. He clings to a life that has long had no meaning for him.
- His side itches terribly when regeneration starts working, fueled by someone else's blood. The world is still spinning, and a man has to make an effort to open his eyes and meet your gaze.
