I have written consent from the creator of the Orc Boyfriend series on Youtube (I advise you go and listen, my headcanons will go with each episode-) His name shall not be revealed until the episode in which it is. As it goes with the plotline. The audio author has chosen the right image for what our Orc BF looks like, however, I've chosen the other two. You can always decide what he looks like! Whether he looks like he's from World of Warcraft or the world of DnD. He doesn't have to be green, he can be any colour (some are grey, blue or ... 'human' colour).
Be on the look out for the first post, it's in the works.
Comment if you want to be tagged, sorry if I seem over the top - but this is my first time writing about monster love and this character has STOLEN my heart. Along with the fact that the literal person who created him has written back to me has ... made my whole life.
Anyway, hope you're having a nice day! And make sure to listen to the audio asmr/roleplay!
18+ This chapter is fairly tame, but this work (and my blog) is off limits for minors. You can read the whole thing here. And given that Tumblr isn’t always my friend, I suggest you do. Also - triggers include but are not limited to vom, police brutality, discussion of future child birth.
The next moon came. Zira’s cycle did not. In stead, one morning, she woke up, sat up and promptly vomited into the chamber pot.
Jivvaar held her hair and got her some water to rinse her mouth with. Zira laughed because the whole thing was just so ridiculous. All that time, all that uncomfortable sex with Bradley, and she had never caught. Now it looked like it only took Jivvaar the one try to plant a baby in her.
He spent the day fussing over her. He made her stay in bed. He brought her food and little treats and books to read. He made sure her tea pot was always full and her chamber pot was always empty. Zira felt inappropriately pampered.
The next morning, she woke up, sat up and promptly vomited into the chamber pot. Then she looked at Jivvaar as she rinsed her mouth and said, “This is going to get old fast.”
He spent the day fussing over her. He tried to make her stay in bed. He brought her food and little treats and fabric to sew babby clothes. He panicked when she snuck out to go check on the soap. He made sure her tea pot was always full and her chamber pot was always empty. Zira felt exhausted and annoyed.
By the end of the fifth day, Zira appealed to Ural for help. “I can’t spend the next nine months in bed!”
Ural nodded in agreement, “You are right, you can’t.”
Then they turned on Jivvaar.
He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, “What if she trips and falls down the stairs?” he demanded.
Ural narrowed her eyes in return, then said politely to Zira, “Daughter? Will you excuse us for a moment?” Zira was barely out of the room when the shouting started.
She was pretty sure she could hear someone throwing things.
She waited patiently.
And kept waiting.
One of the orc warriors came to speak to Ural, but froze outside the door and gave Zira a nervous look. “Um?” he asked.
“My mother is explaining to my husband about how to care for a pregnant woman.”
The orc’s face lit up. “Wow! You are a breeder now? If you ever get bored of Jivvaar, I would love to please you, especial when you are round like the moon.”
Zira frowned, “Are women supposed to have sex while they are heavily pregnant?”
The orc shrugges, “Dunno. But they sure as shit want to.”
Zira blushed. “Well, my shit isn’t a sure thing right now.”
“Huh. When my sister was pregnant, she needed to eat extra flax. They will start making it into bread soon for all the females that caught this season. I bet if you asked, the cooks would start early for you.”
Zira considered this. Something heavy bounced off the inside of the door. “Thank you,” she said, “I will.”
The orc whistled tunelessly for a moment. “Holy hell, I would not want Keeper Ural as a mother in law!” Then he remembered himself and looked down at Zira, “Begging your pardon, of course.”
Zira shrugged. “They both care for me. This is just negotiation about the best way to go that.”
The door flung open and Jivvaar stormed out. Zira hesitated a moment the chased after him. “Jivvaar! Please wait!”
He immediate froze. He turned and caught her as she reached him. She was promptly scooped up so that he could nuzzle against her belly. He nipped lightly against her breasts, rubbed his face against the crook of her neck then carefully set her on her feet and bowed so the his forehead was pressed to hers.
“I want to keep you safe and health Zira. RIght now, I don’t give a rats ass about whatever little parasite you are growing in there yet. I can’t help you grow it. All I can do is try to take care of you while you do.”
Zira smiled up at him, “I love you, too Jivvaar.”
“Just don’t…. ugh! Goddess! Just don’t die on me!”
“I will be fine. Women do this all the time.”
Jivvaar frowned, “Zira, women die from this all the time.”
“I will be fine.” Zira tilted her head up to kiss him on the lips. “Now, what are we going to do about that brother of yours?”
Jivvaar frowned, “What do you mean?”
“Well, Ardra is leaving tomorrow. I would expect him to be .. upset by that.” Jivvaar just looked at her blankly. Zira sighed. “Jivvaar! Grakk has been sleeping in her room all week! How have you not noticed?”
Jivvaar grunted, then scooped his wife up, sweeping her off her feet, “I’ve been a little distracted.”
Zira just shook her head. “I like Ardra! I wish we could keep her!”
“Why can’t we?”
“Well, she is a diplomatic envoy from King Rovadan. The human king may want her back.”
Jivvaar thought to himself, ‘Grakk is just jealous that I got a wife and he didn’t.’ He suspected actually voicing that opinion might not be the best idea. What he actually said was, “What do you need me to do?” He was prepared for his wife to instruct him on some friendly neighbourhood kidnapping. He was less impressed when she said:
“Once she leaves, he may need you to spend more time with him. Help get his mind off of her.”
“Zira? Are you sure this isn’t a make work job to keep me from taking care of you?”
“No!”
Jivvaar didn’t actually believe that, but he was prepared to go along with it. Graal had said that if Zira stopped moving around the delivery would be harder on her. He was also shocked when the elder pointed out the the baby would be bigger than his wife’s fist and that he had eight months to get her body ready to push something that big out. Jivvaar hadn’t really considered that until she brought it up.
He decided to change the subject. "Do you think we should refuse King Rovadan’s invitation to attend Imbolc now or closer to the day?”
Zira stiffened in his arms. “I wasn’t planning on declining! I hadn’t really thought about it.”
Jivvaar set her carefully on her feet. “How big are human’s at five months with with child?”
Zira looked a little nervous, “I’m not entirely sure! I couldn’t even guess about how that would work with a half orc pregnancy. That is assuming I haven’t lost it by then.”
“It’s a week’s travel to the human capital. The roads won’t be good in February. If anything happens on the road, you would be at the mercy of those quacks the humies use as doctors.”
Zira felt a sting at that, “They aren’t quacks!”
Jivvaar frowned, “Zira, they believe that making people bleed makes them healthier. Anyone who has spent five minutes on a battlefield-”
“It’s different!” Zira protested. “Something to do with the humours.”
“Uh huh.” Jivvaar wasn’t going to argue with his wife about this. But he also wasn’t going to let any human do anything to his wife until they demonstrated it was safe by doing it to themself first. Instead of making this announcement, he decided to try the diplomatic approach. “Why don’t we wait and see how you are feeling then?”
Zira narrowed her eyes, but nodded.
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The trip back to the capital hadn’t been any more fun for Ardra than the trip to Porthcawl, although the furs the boys had sent with her meant that it was warmer. At least the snow kept her travelling companions from taking extended lunch breaks.
When she announced Zira’s pregnancy, Queen Mila squealed and kicked her feet.
“We will have babies together!” she exclaimed. The she stopped and turned to her husband, “PLEASE let me be there when we share this news with Bradley!”
The guards brought in the would be Duke and Ardra made the announcement again. She wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but having the man scream, “Liar!” and try to attack her wasn’t it. Fortunately, one of the guards brought him down before he got to her.
She didn’t think anyone else was close enough to heard the guard whisper, “Fuck! And you were married for five years? Didn’t anyone ever explain which hole you are supposed to use?”
At that point, Bradley completely lost it, swearing and flailing. The guard took the opportunity to bounce the not duke’s face off the marble floor, before whispering, “That’s for beating the serving girls, you stupid cunt.”
Not part of The Raid, but in the same universe. I was trying something and it went too long without actually contributing to the plot. On AO3, I have a story collection called the Discard Pile. This would end up there. Or here. IF you are interested. SFW - with appropriately used Anglo-saxon words (aka: mild swearing)
Raj-ak and Elias were helping Zira shop for Yule gifts. Raj-ak believed that it was Ural punishing him for upsetting her daughter. They had been in all of the shops in Willowdale. Zira, under a certain amount of suffrage, was allowing them to carry her purchases. The discussion had focused on how being pregnant was not the same as being sick vs orc’s tendency to worship pregnant women as signs of their tribe’s virility. They had to invoke Jivvaar’s name to make this happen, but she had eventually agreed.
That wasn’t the problem. No the problem was, she kept asking their opinions on things.
Things neither of them wanted to comment on.
Like did this dress make her hips look big.
Or was this too tight over her bust.
Or would this fabric be good for making underthings.
The answers that neither orc was willing to give her were:
Yes! And it is a damn sexy look on you!
Instead what she got was:
*incoherent mumbling followed by careful trouser adjustment*
*blushing and careful examination of the floor and/or ceiling*
*raising of eyebrows as they realized exactly how soft and sheer the fabric was*
Finally, Zira crossed her arms, “You two are precisely no help!”
Elias cleared his throat, then rumbled, “I thought we were here to choose a Yule gift for Jivvaar.”
Zira nodded. “And find me human sized pregnancy clothes.”
Elias considered this. “Jivvaar didn’t mention that. He said we were to keep you from getting stoled again.”
Zira stared at him.
“Only, cuz, he didn’t want you getting snatched. Or bumped. Or groped. Or harassed. Or cheated. Or-”
“There was a list of concerns.” Raj-ak finished. “Jivvaar is very… protective of you.”
Now Zira looked down, but her ears turned red. “Um… OK. Let’s just pack up and go then.”
“You need pretty lacy things first.” Elias said firmly. “Ural said humies don’t always like fertile women. Said we needed to take care of you. Just didn’t think she meant …” He trailed off and gestured at the wall of fabric. Zira nodded without looking up. Elias waved over the fabric merchant, “Ya got any of that stuff made of worm shit?”
Zira’s head snapped up. “What?”
The merchant cleared his throat. “I have two bolts of silk in store just now, but it is very expensive.”
Elias nodded. “That-” he pointed firmly at Zira, “is an orcish princess. What colour is your bolts?”
It turned out one was golden yellow and one was pink, having been dyes with yellow and red onion skins respectively. The merchant named his price.
Raj-ak and Elias frowned at him. He dropped it by a third. Elias shrugged. “How even is the dye? Is that a fair price or are we going to have to come back and take stuff to make up for the difference?”
The merchant considered that. “The dye isn’t perfect,” he admitted. “How is it that you know about silk?”
Elias shrugged. “We raid for cloth all over. Don’t make it ourselves. Don’t really wear a lot of it most of the time. Orcs don’t get cold like you fragile, week - um-” he looked down at Zira, “people,” he finished lamely.
“Why not buy it?” the man asked.
Raj-ak pointed to the door. It was human sized. The boys had needed to duck and turn sideways to get into the shop and were currently huddled trying not to bump into anything. “Not the most welcoming of places, fabric merchants. Last time I tried to buy something in a place like this, someone hit me with a broom until I left.”
The merchant was giving Zira such a calculating look that both orcs subtly shifted so that their hands were on their ax handles. “A princess you say. Hmmm. How does that work?”
Zira shrugged. “I was adopted.”
“Hmmm.” he repeated. “You can have the bolt of Debouillet wool you were looking at, if you buy both bolts of silk and allow my nephew who has a tailoring shop up the street.”
Zira shook her head. “I am only in town for today and I need orc style clothing, not human style clothing.”
The merchant considered this. Then he handed Elias all three bolts of fabric, hmm-ed and ha-ed to himself then added a bolt of pale green linen to the pile and announced, “Come with me.” He pushed past both orcs and beckoned them into the street.
Raj-ak went first, then Zira, then Elias squished out the door. They crossed the street and went up a few shops. “Wait here.” he commanded, then ducked inside, leave Zira and the boys with several bolts of fabric they hadn’t paid for.
They all looked at each other not sure what to expect next.
What they got was a fussy little man with a measuring string looped over his neck and a slightly bigger man holding a slate and a piece of chalk. “I will give you a deal on tailoring and deliver to the orc settlement next week, if you promise me safe passage.”
Raj-ak frowned. “So we give you our coin and leave with nothing?”
“That is how tailors work, Raj-ak,” Zira explained. “Why would you deliver?”
The weedy little man grinned, “It sounds like orcs are an untapped market. If you are happy with my designs, maybe other orcs will order from me in the future.”
“I need orc style clothing. Hose and shirts, but cut to fit me. Also chemise and culotte.”
The bigger man was making notes. “And a corset, I presume.”
Zira winced. “Um… no. Orcs have these little, tight fitting tops with laces in the front or sides to offer… um… support.”
The two men looked at each other. The fabric merchant cleared his throat and said, “If you can negotiate with my nephew, you can leave the fabric here. If not, you can still leave it here and he will return it to me.” Then he fled.
To the orc’s amazement, Zira agreed. She spent a few minutes talking to the men about orc fashion. She drew them some pictures. They invited her in to be measured. Looking around, Raj-ak frowned, “This isn’t a dress shop.”
Zira shrugged. “I’m not looking for a dress.”
Raj frowned. “Maybe you should. Keep your legs warmer that way. Keep that bump toasty warm.”
The tailor froze, “You’re pregnant?”
Elias immediately step between her and the little man. “Is that going to be a problem?”
The man looked up and swallowed nervously. “No,” he squeaked. “Um.. are you the … father?”
“Nah. He’s way worse than either of us.” Raj-ak said with a straight face.
“I’m in town to get him a Yule present.” Zira explained.
The two men frowned at each other. “Yule was more than a week ago.”
“Not on our calendar.” Elias rumbled.
The tailor grabbed the slate from his assistant and scribbled some notes. “If I’m careful, we should be able to come up with a way for you to wear this after you deliver as well. Silk and linen base layers, long wool tunic and loose hose over that. Maybe a longer knit coat to go over all of that.”
“How much is this going to cost?” Zira asked nervously.
The man wandered over to a desk and pulled out an abacus. He muttered to himself sounding very much like his uncle. Then inspected the fabric and added again. “Assuming I am making up all of that… full wardrobe with panel inserts for expansion….. Hmmm.” He named his price.
Zira gasped.
“And that includes the fabric and delivery, mind.”
“Um… why so cheap?”
He winked, “Well, I am auditioning to be the official tailor to orcish royalty, right?”
“I’m… not exactly royalty.” Zira stammered.
The man frowned. “My uncle said you were an orcish princess. Your bodyguard is certainly better turned out than most of the orcs we see in town.”
“She is the Keeper’s daughter.” Raj-ak said firmly. “But she is still settling into the title.” He dug out his money bag. “How soon can you deliver?”
‘I’m going to need fittings and … how is this going to work?”
“The settlement isn’t that far away.” The tailor suggested.
Elias nodded at the little man. “What’s your name?”
The man blushed and looked down. He muttered, ”... but people call me Hom.”
