Set up by a baby-orc (part 11)

Orc (Unax) x fem!reader || sfw, soulmates

He did send the cat pic.

About a dozen cat pics to be exact.

And then he proceeded to go to the gym and avoid his phone until hours have passed and you had answered a bunch of heart-eyes emojis and a couple questions about his cat. He was more than happy to answer everything you asked, he was happy to do anything you asked. He was completely infatuated with you, and he couldn’t care less. He was half in love with you already, mates or no mates, you were just perfect for him. With each little joke, each emoji, each tiny message… He spent the day in a daze.

That was yesterday, and he’s been having the time of his life texting with you. Every time his phone rings, he can’t contain the big smile on his face, or the way his heart tries to escape his chest to go look for his mate, for you. He tries to remain calm, telling himself he would see you soon enough, already made arrangements to pick his nephew up today so he could see you again.

The whole caregiver-mate is giving his sister the time of her life, making it extra easy for her to work and do all the stuff she needs to. Like, don’t get him wrong, he likes helping his family, but if it wasn’t because of you, he wouldn’t be as happy to offer himself to pick the kid up every single day. Even if he loved the kid.

He worked for a bit, his boss more than amused that he was checking his phone every few minutes. That also couldn’t be possible if he didn’t work for his brother, who was also very aware of how it felt when an orc found his mate. His brother Ekaitz, younger than him but a lot smarter, founded a tech company a couple years back. Unax only worked there as a handyman, fixing whatever he needed (which was a lot more than somebody would expect).

Ekaitz found his mate a couple years back, and was completely devastated when they died in a car accident not long after. That’s why his company was so successful, though, he threw himself to his work and made it big, a true workaholic. He earned enough money to hire Unax, and another of his sisters, Alaia. Did that mean they condoned nepotism? Not really, but it served him right and made it easier for all of them to be happy and spend time together. Orcs loved family, and they needed each other close. Especially when something as tragic as losing a mate happened.

But that was in the past, and in his present… there’s you.

And another text message pops on his screen and making him smile so big he feels his cheeks hurting. Ekaitz makes a disgusted sound, flicking his ear when he passes by and telling him to stop looking so fucking happy, it’s disturbing. Unax only laughs, knowing his brother is only joking.

He spends the rest of the day between tasks and texts, the smile never leaving his mouth as you keep texting him. And then he starts to form a plan. He needs to ask you on a proper date, not the weird encounters you two had had so far. He wants to make you feel special in a way only orcs can do, he needs to show you how worthy he is of your affection.

Before he realizes, it’s time to go. It’s time to go see you. He speeds a bit more than necessary on his way, but he doesn’t really care, the only thing that matters is that he can get there a bit early. He walks to the door where you are already waiting with a bunch of screaming kids, some of them talking excitedly and some of them just enjoying the afternoon sun in silence.

Not his nephew, though, his nephew is holding your hand and pulling at it, pointing his way and talking rapidly. He can’t figure out what you or his nephew are saying, but when he gets closer, he stops caring, because he can smell your natural perfume, he can see the way you blush under his eyes and the way your tiny smile brights up your eyes.

“Hello there, are you ready to go, buddy?” He asks the baby orc, who jumps happily and grabs his hand. He’s trying to calm his racing heart, repeating once more the words he thought to ask you out.

But your voice stops his train of thought. “H-hi Unax, ni- nice to see you,” you stutter, blushing harder and making your cheeks look as rosy as the crunchiest apple. And he fucking loves apples.

All the words he repeated in his head fly out the window, his brain blank and a knot forming in his throat. He’s looking at you and trying not to fidget with the hem of his shirt like he was a blushing teenager. But that’s exactly how you make him feel, like a dumb teen that can’t hold himself together in front of his crush.

He takes a deep breath, pleading his heart to slow down. “Would you… Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asks, scratching the back of his head, trying not to panic as you stare at him for what feels like an eternity but is probably only a couple seconds.

You smile up at him, your cheeks rosy with shyness as you mumble a short: “Yes.”

He fist pumps the air without realizing, embarrassment washing over him as you giggle. Fuck, he can’t stop acting stupid in front of you, can he?