"Are you picking flowers for someone?" the prince asked
"Wha--No!" The knight shoved one of his hands behind his back, the other one clutching his sword. "I was checking the horizon. We're just begging to be attacked sitting out here."
"Alright then," the prince said as he started collecting herbs again "I'm sure that whoever you're picking those for will appreciate it."
A few days later the prince found a bouquet of wildflowers at his doorstep, with a small note from a "secret admirer". the prince chuckled and brought the flowers inside his room. Who knew a man so big and strong could be so adorable?
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if i had a nickel for every time the Rat Grinders killed their party cleric I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's fucked up that it happened twice
It seems that the health potions had a side effect he didn't account for. Not a bad side effect though, a little strength never hurt anybody. However, knowing about that side effect made it clear the world has been suddenly filled with giant over-muscled adventurers.
💍 orter x reader where he has a soft spot for her yk
Softer than a Cloud
A/N: I nearly typed clothes instead of glasses 😔(Next up Mash)
Warning: Idk
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"Do you seriously not know how to do your job properly? Get out before I pour sand into your mouth", The brown haired male send an intense glare towards the poor assistant, threatening them with his wand. Orter had a frown on his face, upset that he had extra work to do because of his incompetent assistant. Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his tired eyes. "Such incompetent people..", muttering under his breath while rolling his head around to loosen his stiff neck.
He decided that a walk was needed before he had to return to the stacks of paperwork sitting on his desk.
As he exited his office, and the brown haired male was greeted with you. Talking to a colleague while holding your shoulders like you were cold.
"So, I told her, 'you should go-", you were interrupted by the feeling of a coat being placed over your shoulders. Turning around, you saw your boss, Orter, standing over you without his coat. "You shouldn't be walking around like that, you'll catch a cold", the brown haired man expressed his concern, his tone of voice wasn't as stern as before. Which shocked your fellow colleague, and the assistant, who was staring around the corner. "Well, I was kind of rushing here, and I left my coat at home...", You replied, scratching your cheek lightly.
Orter sighed at your clumsiness. "You can keep my coat for the rest of the day, my office was getting too warm anyway", the other's eyes widened even more, staring at the scene in front of them. "I could also drive you home after work if you like", he continued, maintaining his eye contact with you. The brown haired male kept a neutral expression, while taking to you.
"Really? Thanks for the offer, but I'll manage..", awkwardly smiling towards your boss. You were about to take off the coat but he stopped your hands. "At least keep the coat on, I wouldn't want you to catch a cold and be sick the next morning", Orter insist, turning around to continue his walk.
The skinny archer trope is close to my heart for obvious reasons, but it's not compulsory!
(Incidentally, I've got a lot of thoughts about the cultural shifts that led to the prevalence of this trope- I'll be chatting about them on Patreon this week!)