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OC Ghostface x Reader

By: @pusantheamazonian

Not Beta'd

*Breaking news. A young male was found murdered in an alley last night. The police have no leads.*

Intrigued, you pause getting dressed, listening to the full report. It's been awhile since someone was murdered here in town. The body was found a couple blocks away from the University. Sighing campus is going to be nuts today with gossip. 

*Various reports say there are sightings of someone dressed in a Halloween costume. A black robe with a white Father Death mask coined as Ghostface. Other sightings say it's an individual in all black street clothes and a silver mask.*

The only thing on TV and the radio right now is speculation about these murders. Interesting enough once you heard the name of the second victim. You knew it couldn't have been a coincidence. You know who they are and the kind of people they really are. Bastards absolute bastards. Creating an account on The Ghostface Forum; the one being spread around campus. You begin planting seeds of doubt of the victims innocence. 

All victims have been previously accused of misconduct and violent crimes. Using money and connections to escape punishment. Ghostface is a vigilante. 

Vigilante? That's a new one. This is just revenge. But it's intriguing that someone thinks that. Saving the thread he sets alerts for Anonymous!ರ⁠_⁠ರ post's. It was a whim that he joined the forum but now it’s become the most fascinating thing to look at daily. 

*Another body was found this morning. Many are suspecting that it is connected to the killings in Woodsboro California from 1996. Where seven people were murdered. Police still have no suspects. General consensus is that Ghostface now roams our city. Police have mandated city wide curfew for everyone under the age of twenty seven years old.*

This is insane. The anonymous poster was you. Quiet and soft you. The bystander at every social gathering, who barely changed since grade school. 

You.

You have been the mysterious supporter and the only one who has caught on to the victims' connections. Only by dumb luck did he find out it was you. At the school library you were sitting in the corner near a window. While looking for a particular book he noticed your aggressive typing. At a glance it seemed you were trying to meet a deadline but the glass display case to your left showed your screen. 

The Ghostface forum.

Then his phone dinged.

It's an obsession now, dare to say a fetish. He can't wrap his head around why you would be helping Ghostface. You were a clumsy nerd in high school who kept to themselves. You're still a bookworm but now also top of the class and generally liked because of your helpfulness. But what shocked him was when guys started mentioning your hidden body and the few that had sex with you. Insisting that you were someone they would do it again with if they ever got the chance. You’re something apparently out of a fantasy.

Days pass as he tries to figure you out. Following your every move; keeping his presence just out of sight and moving to sit behind you in class. You don't do anything questionable. Just work and school. You live off campus in a second floor one bedroom apartment. Working part time as a receptionist for a dentist office and tutoring. 

He’s so focused on you that he has no idea what’s going on in class. His body is the only thing present. Waiting for class to start your name snaps him to attention. A group of guys to his left, joking around in a circle. He hears one sentence that breaks something inside. A date. You have a date with some weakling from English class tomorrow. He can't allow you to go on a date. You belong to him now. Tonight he has to show you who's in charge.

Your building is filled with silence, broken only by distant noise of traffic. He makes his way upstairs to your door. The locks are old and worn. Steady but quick, he's becoming an expert on picking locks. A soft click and the door creaks open just enough to slip inside.

Inside the tiny apartment, the darkness is thick. Only the bright kitchen and bedroom light are able to cut through the gloominess. With hushed footsteps he grabs a knife from your own knife block. Before following the soft humming coming from the bathroom. Peering in through the open crack. You’re brushing your hair, wrapped in a towel. 

Absent mindedly walking to your bedroom and turning on Spotify. Flinging the towel towards the dirty clothes hamper, you rummage through your dresser looking for pajamas. Because of tomorrow’s plans you took an everything shower. You have a new container of strawberry poundcake body butter that you’ve been dying to try. 

Suddenly the song cuts off halfway and changes. Skipping to the end of a new song you added.  

Oh, and my love.

Did I mistake you for a sign from God?

Or are you really here to cut me off?

Or maybe just to turn me on.

Freezing you realize you're not alone. Still naked you turn around. To see him. 

Ghostface.

He's definitely different from the Woodsboro one. The mask is silver, not white. Dressed all in black modern street clothes with black latex gloves holding a knife. 

"If you're going to kill me. Can I put some clothes on first? I'ld prefer not to be naked when they find me." Remaining neutral you don't want to give in to the bubbling fear that you pushed things too far. That Ghostface didn’t like that attention you were giving online.

"It's time to face the consequences of your actions." He rumbles while placing the knife by the stereo and taking off his leather jacket. Exposing his chocolate skin and the tank top stretched tightly across his muscles. He wasn't expecting such a physical glow up and bluntness from you.

Watching the action, it triggers something inside of you. A darkness that you want. Zeroing in on his purposely labored breathing, his muscles ripple underneath his skin and you can see traces of blood smeared. Having been hastily wiped off.

"And what are the consequences?" Unconsciously matching his breathing, eyes flickering back to the mask. There is no date tomorrow. 

As he steps forward you make no attempt to move. Your insides flutter on in hopeful anticipation. A hand slips into your hair, scraping the base off your head. In his grip your head is pulled to the side for a moment. Taking his time looking at you. He wonders if you have always been like this. Making him question everything he thought he knew about you. 

“Wh-” Before you can ask, his other hand guides your hand to his crotch. Which is hard. Almost choking on your own saliva you didn't realize he would be into this kind of foreplay. The question is how far is he going to take this?

"What if I say no Onyx?" Inquiring you maintain eye contact. 

Bristling at your comment his hand squeezes tighter. Next thing you know he's pushing you down to your knees. Keeping you close while maintaining his grip on your hair. You know what he wants. 

“So bossy. Did no one teach you manners?” Keeping that eye contact while sassing him, you slowly unbutton his jeans. Pulling them and the boxers just low enough that you're able to pull him out. He's bigger than you thought but honestly you didn't know what to expect. It appears that he can back up his cocky attitude.

Mustering up as much salvia as possible you lick your hand, transferring it back to him. A few lose tugs and he's fully erect, the full weight leaves it heavy in your hand. The same creamy chocolate color as the rest of him, leaning slightly to the right.

Tongue out and a slow lick underneath starting from the base. Looking up through your eyelashes, every movement you make is slow and deliberate. You can feel the restraint radiating from him. The urge to face fuck you without any remorse. Now an overwhelming need to be a rebellious brat appears. Since you both know each other's identities, why not make it worth the risk. 

Pulling off with a soft moan and challenging grin. “I thought I was going to be punished.” 

A smack to your hand and he brushes your hand away. Taking charge, he tilts your head back.

“Open.” There's no hesitation in his movements. Just a fierce claim, sending a shiver down your spine.

Opening wide he guides himself in before positioning both hands on the back of your head. Giving him proper leverage. Rocking before a steady pace is started testing out your gag reflex. Which you don't have, thanks to your sister being a weirdo and always trying to shove whole bread sticks into your mouth. A muffled moan and sliding your hands up his thighs, you're ready. 

Unbothered and chasing his own pleasure. Fucking your throat in earnest. He's surrounded in the silence of his own breathing and the sloppy squelches from your mouth. If you feel this good now, how would your cunt feel?

Suddenly you’re pulled off and he's dragging you upwards with a tight grip on your upper arms. A quick heave and you're bouncing on the bed; automatically scooting backwards to give him room. Climbing after you, hurried movements and he's pulling you back to him by your legs. While pushing his pants further down off his hips. 

Latex covered hands spread you open. Firm in its movements, easily slipping two fingers. Causing your breath to hitch.

“Pathetic. You're already dripping from being used.”

Holding you open with one hand, he rubs himself against you. Spreading your arousal everywhere. Letting the head snag at your fluttering opening. Teasing you with the incoming pleasure that you can't have yet. 

“Well Mr Ghostface make sure to properly use me then and stop being a tease.” Your voice coming out was strained. 

A low groan escapes from his chest bottoming out in one push. Almost buckling over, you're so warm and squishy, he doesn't want to leave this pussy ever. Holding you tightly against him. Whimpers escape as relief and impatience dissipate. The unmistakable itch deep inside that's been building since his appearance tonight will finally be taken care of. 

The atmosphere would crackle if it could from the tension; dangerous and intoxicating circling you both as he buries himself deep with each thrust. Not giving you a chance to adjust to his size. 

“I-If you're going -fuck.” Struggling to keep focus, your hand lands near his shoulder. Fingers loosely grabbing the fabric. You’ve never had anyone this good before. He’s able to hit your cervix with passion and just enough force to make you bounce away with every thrust. “Mmmm…fuck me stupid…I-I want your face.” Tugging harshly you pull the mask off letting it fall on the mattress beside you. 

Everything stops as brown eyes bore into your soul. The blank, shocked face twisting into a scary grin.

A strangled whine escapes your throat as he quickly manhandles you. Slipping your legs onto his shoulders and pressing forwards. A hand bracing himself while the other finds home around your throat. Trapping you in a firm mating press. A wild deranged look in his eyes.

“You thought you could go out with someone else.” His grip tightens, as his weight and boiling rage are transferred into a brutal unyielding pace. More dangerous than before, you flipped his switch. “This cunt belongs to me.” 

“O-Onyx.” 

Like an exposed nerve everything is overwhelming; not enough and raw. You don't want this connection to end but your body's not going to be able to take it for much longer.

Warmth rising within, the delicious tension building with every thrust and grunt. A wave of pleasure threatens to explode inside of you. Quickly finding your clit, giving yourself the extra stimulation for the final push. Your hand is ripped away at the last second and positioned above your head. An unearthly wail rips from your throat. You were so close.

“No.” A firm response with a quick harsh slap to your clit. “Remember who’s in control.” 

“Please.” Breathing quickly, body trembling with need, you completely surrender to his dominance. Tears are forming in the corners of your eyes. “P-please Onyx.”

“You'll cum only when I'm ready.”

Whining your body unconsciously shakes. Your body is trying to slither away but your cunt keeps sucking him in deeper. Nails leaving scratches and indents at his shoulders. It's all madness. 

Tunnel vision.

The only thing in his brain and vision is you. The frustrated frown on your face matching the sounds leaking from you. The tight grip you have on him. The way your cunt flutters around him trying to suck more of him in. The jiggle from all the soft spots on your body. It's absurd to think that you have this kind of influence on him. 

“Cum.”

Body responding to his command despite achy muscles tightening. A strangled squeal is all that you're capable of as your body jerks, masking the pain as pleasure.

Following suit after a few harsh thrusts turning into uncontrollable rutting. Low, hoarse grunts and hitched groans. You’re squeezing him so tightly. Keeping you in a firm grip as he cums. Harshly. Pulled flush against you to make sure nothing leaks out and you don't run away. His vision narrowed to just you, and nothing else is real but the surge of ecstacy.

Silence fills the room. Labored breathing and winces are heard as he leans back onto his knees. Lowering your legs gently while remaining inside you.

"So my actions made you horny?" Breathless you can't help but to smile at his disheveled look. Not that you had any room to talk. You're pretty sure you've turned to jello. 

“How?” Exasperated. The deranged, cold facade vanishes. “How did you know it was me?”

"Please. We've been in the same classes since middle school. It wasn't hard to figure out who Ghostface was. Obviously I recognized your tattoos when you took your jacket off.” Trying to stretch it's impossible. He's got you locked in. “I've known you for like forever so your walk was familiar. Then I figured it had to be someone who would have a reason to be on campus late at night while still having access to major areas. Which meant a sports team member or part time worker. I thought it was odd that it was only guys being attacked. So logically they all had to be linked.”

“What are you Velma?” Dumbfounded. You really figured everything out because you paid attention. 

“Something like that. I'm a Capricorn.” Tracing the tattoos on his forearms you try not to get lost in thought. “But I do remember what they did to Opal. My room was across the hall from her.” 

It's still a fresh wound. The assault by a group of guys in the co-ed dorm to her suicide when no one believed her. You know that her death traumatized him the most. You can't even begin to imagine the pain from losing a sibling let alone your twin. What happened was actually the final push to get an off campus apartment since campus police suck ass. 

“Now you only have two people left.” Weakly poking his chest. 

“But I got them all."

“No.”

“Yes I did.” Frustrated, he doesn't understand why you are arguing about this.

“The Dean has no children but he does have a nephew that he spoils. Who is the wallflower of the friend group?” Leering at his body you wait for the clogs to stop spinning in his mind.

Part 1 Part 2

Sorry I haven't Wrote anything in forever I had a baby and she's almost 1 and a half now so its hard to find time to write, so i thought for now I'd just work on an old fic before trying something new. So have a new chapter to Crowley.

Word Count: 1976

Warnings: Language as always

Credit to Gif owner as always

Author me, @bookchic20

*Several Months Later*

Your POV

“So what Ever Happened to that cute guy you were talking about a couple months ago?” (Y/B/F)asks.

“Hmm who?” You ask turning onto your road.

“You know the one you hung up with me so you could talk to. Which is so unlike you by the way.”

“Oh… um I don’t really know what happened there. Super nice guy but he…” You pause trying to think of how to describe the whole Crowley situation. “He ghosted me, ya know how guys can be.”

“Aw…bummer you just can’t catch a break with a good guy huh?”

“Ha” you laugh. “No…no I can’t and you just keep reminding me huh?”

“Sorry (Y/N)”

“Its all good I just got home so I’m gonna get off here so I can take the groceries in.” You say climbing out of the car balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear as you grab a bag of groceries.

“All right I’ll talk to you soon ok? Still on for movie night tonight? I am so excited to finally see your new place.”

“Yeps see ya tonight, loves ya!” You say hanging up.

Walking up to your door you fumble with your keys until you finally get it unlocked and walk in. As soon as you shut the door behind you and turn around. BAM everything starts to go dark… you hear a few voices before passing out.

“Is she out?”

“Yeah get the rope lets tie her up.”

Part 5

part 4

By: @pusantheamazonian

Tag list: @rosecat5 @athenaricham-loves-orcs  @pandainfinitely @rivalriotrenegade @rouge-fire175 @happymoonangel @the-witchs-posts

You don't know why but it's time. There's just something gnawing in your brain that Ronnie needs to meet them. Now that you two are officially dating. Because if they don't approve of him you're going to cut your own heart out. And you'll never be happy again.

Anxiety ridden. Biting the bullet, you give them a call. And it's picked up on the first ring.

"Y/N! I hope you're not calling to cancel tomorrow." Immediately the motherly scolding begins, somehow she knows something is going on.

"Actually quite the opposite."

"What's wrong?" Worry fills her voice.

"I was hoping I could bring someone with me. There's someone I'd like you to meet." Biting your lip, you know she's going to say yes. But you don't want to risk the chance that the answer will be no.

"Of course dear. You can bring whoever you need to." You can hear the relief in her voice.

"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

One phone call down, now the other. But there's no telling what he's up to today so quick text will do.

Ronnie, would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow? They're some people I want you to meet.

God. Why is this so hard to ask? You've rewritten the question three times. Nervously you push send. It's not like you're inviting him to have lunch with your parents and meet them for the first time. No it's just Tog and Dura. The ones who have looked after you and babied you since you moved here.

Damn it. They are your parents. As much as you hate saying it out loud to anyone. They are. Besides Charlie and Olivia already call them that.

*Ding*

Sure.

Great! Meet at my place at 11am.

Breathing a sigh of relief. Now here's to hoping everything goes well.

~

These people must be important to you. You have refused to say anything else about this lunch or even acknowledge that it's happening. He's got to step it up today, he definitely needs to look like a regular person.

The importance of this lunch is killing you. You already sorta know how Tog feels about this but Dura will likely kill Ronnie if she disapproves.

"Where is that dress?" Grumbling while sorting through the closet. You know that dress Dura bought you is in here and for extra bonus points you have got to wear it. Ronnie will be here any minute and you're still in your underwear. Not that he wouldn't mind but now is not the time.

"Ah ha!" Finding the dress, somehow you tucked it into a garment bag and shoved it all the way in the back of the closet.

Slipping the dress on you barely have enough time to finish getting dressed when there is a knock on the door.

Opening the door you can't believe it's him. He's in crisp new jeans and a button up shirt. There's no way he can clean up this good.

"H-hi." Stumbling over your words you have to force yourself to focus.

Damn she's gorgeous. Hair and makeup done. Smelling like blackberries again. The soft blue dress has matching beading around the neckline and belt. He's never seen you in a dress before. He'll never say it out loud but you usually dress like you're homeless or just rolled out of bed. You oddly feel like home.

"You didn't say what to wear. Hope I chose right." Shrugging you see his ears twitching awkwardly.

"Yes." Actually you couldn't care less about what he wore. They'll find out he's part of the Fogteeth sooner or later.

"We are meeting some important people of mine for lunch. Just let me get my purse." Staying positive is the only way to make it through the day.

Important people? Worried who's so important that you won't say who it is? He picked up on the fake smile just now. You now have him worried about this meeting.

~

He's been driving for about twenty minutes towards the outskirts of the city with you giving directions. The neighborhood seems decent enough. A bunch of smaller homes and it seems strangely quiet for the most part.

"This one here. With the iron fence." Quickly pointing at the house a few yards down.

He pulls into a blacktop driveway beside a white brick bungalow. Getting out of the truck he's hit with a variety of strong smells. Vegetables and flowers but the most noticeable one is Orc.

Making your way around the truck, you grab his hand firmly and lead the way.

"Are you feeling okay? You keep biting your lips." Asking he knows the answer. You're not and it's worrisome. Nervousness and fear keep wafting off of you, getting stronger with every step.

"Just a little nervous." Shrugging you try not to give away how terrified you actually are.

"You're nervous?"

"Well, you're the first person I've brought home." Fidgeting you quickly push the doorbell.

“Brought home?” Confused, he couldn't have heard you right.

The door swings open before you can answer him. An old orc woman answers. Excitement covers her face.

"Y/N! My darling daughter, it's so good to see you." She's loud and excited. He's never smelt such happiness from an orc about a human.

"You saw me a few days ago." Smiling, you give her a quick hug.

"So? If I had it my way you wouldn't be able to leave the house." Teasing she pinches your cheeks.

"Mam!" Embarrassed, you shoo her hand away.

"Oh hush. I don't want any sass from you. Your sister has enough of it. Now who is this?"

"Mam this is Ronnie. He's the one I talked to you about. Ronnie, this is my mother Dura." You calmly gesture between the two.

It doesn't go unnoticed that you introduced her as your mother and the happy gasp that came from her. She knows you're not very public with telling people who they are.

"Come in! Come in! Lunch is almost ready. Your father is setting the table now." Grinning Dura nods inside.

Holding Ronnie's hand tightly you head to the dining room. Pausing slightly you see him finish setting the table.

"Pap this is Ronnie. Ronnie, this is my father Tog."

He instantly recognizes the old orc you call father. He was working that day, he caused a scene.

He's stunned. The ones you call mother and father are orcs. In a moment time feels frozen but moving at hyper speed. The realization hits him hard. You have brought him to meet your parents. That's a serious commitment step especially in Orc culture. You're basically presenting him to the chieftain; the leader; your father that he is your chosen mate.

"Y/N, come help." Dura asks from the kitchen.

"Coming!" Giving Ronnie a smile you quickly pat his arm before disappearing into the next room.

"When we are together as a family for meals. We speak in our mother tongue. It helps keep the language alive." Tog explains in Bodzvokhan, with a stern face gesturing for Ronnie to take a seat.

"It’s so that we don't forget how to speak it." You lean over to whisper as you put some food on the table.

"Charlie speaks it too?" Surprised that thought never occurred to him.

"Yeah and so does Olivia but she's still learning." Trying not to smile at Ronnie's confused face you sit down beside him.

"How did you two meet?" Dura questions, passing bowls of food around. Not giving Ronnie a chance to process anything.

"Ah um at a Fogteeth block party." You don't necessarily know how to explain it.

"Y/N! Since when do you party?" Shocked, Dura's disbelief is evident.

"Because your daughter signed me up for a fight club. So they all know me now." Huffy you make it known what her sassy daughter has been up to.

"Y/N! What have I said about fighting?" Frowning, Dura tsk's you.

"To knock them out in one punch." You pretend to punch someone.

"Dura's father was a boxer. That's how we met. I worked as an errand boy when I was a child at the gym where her father trained." Tog interjects.

Now it clicks in his mind about why you can fight. My God you're from a family of Orc boxers.

"Could be worse, you forget that Charlie and Olivia met at a strip club." Sighing the way you and Ronnie met wasn't entirely a bad way, just very unconventional.

"Why do I believe that?" Ronnie laughs.

“They were both waitresses. Cause Charlie can't dance and Olivia is accident prone.”

The rest of the lunch visit goes well. No red flags popped up. And watching Ronnie interact with them is nice. It's not often you or Charlie bring someone here. Only after two years of dating was Olivia introduced and Ryan was only after graduation.

Gathering the leftovers for Charlie and Olivia. You see Pap and Ronnie walk outside.

"Y/N."

"Yes Mam?" Turning you see how worried she is.

"Are you sure? This will affect your reputation." Dura nods at him.

"I know Mam."

"As long as you're sure. I worry about you the most." Sighing she knows that once you've decided something, that's all that matters.

"I know."

Cupping your face with both hands, she gives you a soft forehead kiss.

Waiting on the porch Tog finds now is the time to personally talk to Ronnie

Outside he can feel and smell the anger and suspicion from Tog. The air seems to be electrified.

"I say this once. Harm Y/N in any way and you will not get off so easily as before. I am from the old country. I know how to get things done."

Astonished he never thought he would be threatened like this. But it doesn't come as a complete surprise since he has been a jerk before because of stupidity.

"I don't plan on that happening again."

“Good. She's the most stubborn and sensitive of two. As you are well aware by now.”

~

Back at your apartment you quickly set the food on the counter and properly face Ronnie. You could tell he was thinking about stuff from how silent in the truck he was.

"Sorry I sprung this on you like this. I didn't know exactly how to say ‘come meet my parents who happen to be Orcs’.” Apologizing, you don't want him to be mad about today.

"Daughter?" Questioning he tugs on the shirt of your dress.

"Yeah. Basically adopted us. Me first, then when I said I had a sister they were ecstatic."

"They're never letting you go." He gently grabs your hand intertwining the fingers.

"Good cause I'm not letting them go." Smiling, you know it's the truth. If anything were to happen to them. You'd probably go crazy. "The first few years I lived here were harsh. I survived on my savings and their generosity. At one point I was living with them. After scrimping and saving. I had enough money to buy a decent house or a really good apartment. But then Pap lost his job at the factory. So in secret I bought that house for them. With the money I had left over, my sister moved in with me into an apartment."

Besides the fact that you were only eighteen when you moved here with everything you owned stuffed into your car. Thinking you were a badass with no definite plan. You skipped graduation as payback for your parents kicking you out on your eighteenth birthday and living with a friend for the last four months. That they took pity on your stupid self. Working two jobs and going to school full time. You had lost all control of time and self preservation. They made it their mission to make sure someone was taking care of you since you dropped the ball on it. Before deciding that it would be best if you were to move in, to pool resources. And them giving you courage to fully do what you want with support.

"What do their children think of this?"

"Their son Mek died as a child and never had any more." Shaking your head sadly. "Charlie and I joke that Mek is our guardian angel."

Smelling the sadness he changes the topic.

"So how is it with work then?" That's always been a question burning in his head. He's never heard of an orc to have an actual decent job.

"Manny is my full time assistant. Pap works as my part time assistant."

"How do you have orcs as assistants?" There's no way you have that many Orcs actually working with you.

"The loophole is that I'm allowed to have two assistants of my choosing. They have to pass a background check and be personally trained by me." Giggling you boop his nose at your secret.

"Damn. That's a good loophole."

"Manny already knows us, he used to work at the same factory. So why not? I choose my father and a family friend that acts like my big brother." You start to fidget with his buttons.

"You've never said your parents are orcs. Why?" Taking a risk, the question makes you ooze out sadness and loneliness.

"Granted they've probably already had their share of hate. It throws everyone off at first but they taught me how real parents should act. I love them so much I just want to freeze time and wrap them up in bubble wrap." Sighing there's just an unexplainable love for Dura and Tog. "I don't want anything to happen to them. And just shouting to the world that my parents are Orcs will cause unnecessary hate."

Pausing he lets everything sink in. Everything he knows and what he found out today. “Sprinkles, you are the most complicated person I have ever met. With an immensely kind heart."

"Thanks." A defeated chuckle escapes. "Besides, you have no idea how restricted and complicated the adoption process is. But to adopt from another race is nearly impossible. The only successful cases were those involving half breeds but then they were only allowed to be adopted by whatever races they were a part of."

"How do you know this?"

"When I was nineteen I wanted them to adopt me. So I went and got the paperwork and researched everything. But I wasn't able to do anything about it, besides this country doesn't recognize adult adoption as being legal."

"That's bullshit!" Scoffing that's ridiculous.

Part 1       

So I’ve Had this mostly written for quite a while but officially finished for like a month. I just wasn't sure if anyone would want it , but I’m biting the bullet and posting it. I do have more ideas for more chapters let me know if yall want more.

Word Count:1258

Warnings: language is all that I know of

Credit to Gif Owner

Author: @bookchic20

Thanks to my Beta Reader @sylvanasthebansheequeen and @pusantheamazonian

“Yeah I just got it home I’m sending you a pic now.” You say to your best friend on the phone, as you pull the phone away from your ear and then sending her a picture or your new car. Putting the phone back up to your ear you say, “Alright sent it you should be getting it soon.”

 “Got it” (Y/B/F) answers you. “Oooo I like it, but I am gonna miss taking you to work and getting free food out of it” She jokes laughing.

 “Now you know we will still get food girl, that’s guaranteed.” You say laughing along with her.

“For sure, well have you decided on a name for this one, yet? I always love hearing what your gonna call your cars.” She asks.

 “Well, I think I’m gonna keep with the same trend as the last one.” You start as you put some of your things in the back trunk area.

 “Oh, so sticking with characters from the supernatural books, eh?” She asks. “But which one will you choose this time?”

 “Well, I figure since this is actually like an SUV and so much taller than the cars I’ve driven in the past, I’m thinking Moose, after Sam ya know since he is supposedly so tall.”   You say as you start to pull down the hatchback of the SUV.

 “Really Moose? I thought you had class.” You hear in a Scottish accent from behind you.

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

My Hero Academia

By: @pusantheamazonian                   not beta'd

There’s no reason. Just some brain rot.

He's been watching you for the last thirty minutes from the end of the street. Surprisingly you peaked his interest. You've been screaming at the Nintendo Switch in your hands. Why are you sitting underneath a street lamp playing a video game? It's dark outside, should little girls be inside by now? 

"God damnit!" Yelling you almost throw your Switch. You can't seem to get past this level. It's always something popping out of a corner that kills you.

"It's not nice to yell." Obnoxiously red shoes fill your vision with a condescending voice.

"I will yell if I want to." A quick glance up. He looks like an emo who doesn't know what emo really is. The light blue hair is off setting to the all black outfit. Ignoring the man you start again.

"Then do it at your own place."

"Roommate is having sexy time so I'm out here." Huffing, your eyes don't leave the screen. "Damnit dead again!"

"Game troubles?" Laughing he watches you die again.

"Obviously." Annoyed if you don't get past this level. You're going to toss this game out. This aggravation is not worth the price you paid for it. 

"Give it." Extended hand he waits.

Standing up. You give him a skeptical look. Warily, you still hand it over. Noticing his cracked and dry skin, you wonder if it's because of his quirk or he doesn't know what lotion is. Probably both.

"Dude…" Amazed you watch him run through the level effortlessly. Leaning in, he's going much faster than you normally would. 

"Shush." Shushing you, he focuses solely on the game. Not aware of how close you've gotten. 

"Easy." Smirking, he hands it back. He finished that game weeks ago.

"I could kiss you right now. I've been trying for days to get past that level. It-" You quickly save it while rambling. This rando has turned into your savior.

"Go ahead."

"Huh?" Confused you couldn't have heard him right. 

"You can kiss me." Repeating himself he leans down to your level.

“That's what I thought you said.”

Stunned no one's ever challenged you for a kiss when you say it. Not wanting to back down. You slowly lean in standing on your tippy toes, giving him ample time to change his mind. Pressing softly against his lips, you linger a second too long. 

Pulling back it becomes a staring contest. You can see the subtle surprise in his eyes that you actually did that. You went and kissed a stranger for helping you with your game. 

"I'm Y/N." Murmuring you can’t look away. Those bright red eyes make it feel like he’s looking at your soul.

"Shigaraki." Smirking, you're much cuter when embarrassed. 

"Um." Your mind blanks for a minute. "I have some two player games if you want to play?" Risking it you don't know if it's worth it but you can't seem to care about the lingering awkwardness.

~

It's been a few days and you can't stop thinking about him. That night with Shigaraki has consumed your every thought. You've never clicked with someone that fast before.

So you've begun to loiter in that same spot at night hoping you cross paths again. Praying to the Gods that it wasn't just a one-off chance and you see him again.

"Sexy time again?"

"Shigaraki!" Smiling, you automatically stand up, putting your switch away. "Not today. I was actually waiting for you. I was hoping that you might walk this way."

"Me?" Feigning surprise. It's cute how you think you're the one who's been doing all the work in hopes to see him again. He'll let you keep believing that. Never letting you know that he's been stalking you since that night. That he knows your work schedule and who your friends are.

"If you're not too busy. I wondered if you wanted to hang out sometime." Fidgeting with your hoodie you hope he says yes. Otherwise you're going to seem like a stalker. "I understand if you don't want to. I know I'm just some stranger that kissed you the other day."

"If I help with games do I get more kisses?" Strategically he begins to back you up against the wall. 

"I-if you want to be paid in kisses. That's okay." Stammering you can feel your face heating up. "I can cook too."

Part 2

Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

By:@pusantheamazonian

Part 1

Tag list: @athenaricham-loves-orcs  @pandainfinitely ​

Two months and counting. You're still texting Ronnie. Honestly it's his persistence and you sending memes at all hours of the night is what kept this going. Cause truth be told you would've flaked out by now and ghosted him. Flirting is not your strong suit. It never has been and will never be.

Quickly sending Ronnie a SpongeBob meme. You make sure your phone is on silent like always and toss it on your desk. Time to get the work day started, freezing in the basement. 

It's a steady night so far. Only two new bodies today; almost done with testing on one and one is ready to go home.

"Y/N, Officer Crawford says O23B's wife is here to identify him." Manny hangs up the phone as he swivels towards you. His desk to the left of yours. Since he was adamant that he be on your left so you could hear and that he's closest to the door. In case of emergencies, his words, not yours but you know it's so that he can block any undesirables trying to get inside. But the orc is the best big brother and assistant you could ask for. So you let him get away with whatever.

"Okay. Help me pull him out then you can go get them." Jumping off your stool you head towards the freezer. Pulling open the massive door with two hands. 

"Of all the things you can do, you can't push a gurney by yourself." Teasing, he pulls the gurney out without your help, Moving it to the center of the room. 

"Oh hush." Shoo-ing him out the door. You fold the sheet down making sure everything is ready for the identification. Poor man, the orc came in with three gunshot wounds to the chest. Dead on arrival. 

"This way ma'am." Manny's voice travels as he opens the door. "This is Dr. Y/L/N. She is the one in charge down here."

“Hello.” You give her a small smile and gesture behind you. “When you're ready.”

Stepping to the side you wait. You know it's her husband, you could tell as soon as she walked through the door. Besides, Manny did that little secret ear twitch confirming the smells. 

Slowly approaching, you watch her fight against her emotions. "Y-Yes that's my husband." She nods quickly.

"Does he have any allergies or health conditions?" You gently question there's no need to upset her further. 

"No." Shaking her head. "D-do you mind if I have a minute?"

"Go ahead."

Nodding at the door, Manny and you step outside. Quietly waiting for her to come back out. You can hear whispers in broken sobs coming through the door. Like always you give Manny a look, after all these years this part is still uncomfortable. He gives you the look right back. 

After a long five minutes the door opens.

"Thank you." Trying to hold her dignity together. "You must find it strange. Me talking to him like…" She trails off threatening to cry again.

"No, I talk to them all the time." Shaking your head you try to reassure her that it's perfectly normal. She gives you a weak smile.

"I'll show you out." Gesturing to the elevator, you let Manny slip back inside to put him away. 

In the ride up, you explain the various things that are going to happen next. That you will contact her when her husband is ready for transport. If she wants you can call and set up transport with whichever funeral home or place she wants him sent. 

"Do you have a ride home?" Slightly concerned you hope she does. You don’t want the poor woman to get in a wreck because she is an emotional train wreck. 

"Yes, a family friend." Nodding she reaches for a tissue. 

"Y/N?" Floored he almost didn't recognize you. Your scent was the only confirmation. You look so different with glass on, plain pale green scrubs with a matching jacket. Your hair is up with no earrings in and you don’t smell like you. Smelt more like chemicals and death. A familiar voice calling your name comes out of nowhere.

"Ronnie?" Surprised you never thought that you would see him here. Hell you haven't even told him what your job exactly is. He moves to stand beside the wife. 

"You two know each other?" She quickly questions.

"Yeah, this is Sprinkles." Teasing, he gives you a smile. 

"This is Sprinkles? You're Sprinkles?" 

"Yes?" You are so confused.

"Ronnie told me about you!" Excitedly she points at you. 

"Really?" You didn’t expect him to tell anyone about you. Maybe the odd question here and there from the other Fogteeth if he had heard from you. 

"Dr. Y/L/N, there's a phone call for you." Manny's voice catches your attention. He’s holding the security door open. 

"You'll have to excuse me. I'll be in touch."

Politely smiling, you excuse yourself quickly disappearing behind the locked door.

Staring at the door he never expected this to be your job. When you said orc coworkers he expected a factory not the fucking city morgue.

Arms crossed and hoovering, Manny's waiting for the second you hang up the phone.

"What was that?"

"That just turned awkward. That's the guy I've been messaging. Who is apparently a friend of our new guy. And he told them about me. So the wife was excited? To know that I was the one he had told them about." Shrugging you don't know how to explain it. You write yourself a reminder about the phone call. 

"Well he must have been preparing to gradually introduce you to them." Nodding in agreement with himself he sits down. 

"What?" Swiveling towards him, is everyone trying to confuse you today? 

"How long has it been since you two started talking?"

"Two months. Manny, what does that have to do with anything."

"Y/N, you're human. No matter what you've been through or done. You're still human." He gives you the cold hard truth.

"Well that just put a damper on the day." Frowning, you go back to your note. 

"It's the truth."

~

Walking to your car you're ready for sleep. The shift seemed to drag on forever and you're dreading the drive home. You should have just hitched a ride last night.

"Y/N."

"Ronnie?" Surprised you didn't expect to see him so soon. Besides, how did he get into the parking garage? It's a security gated parking garage. "I'm sorry for what happened to your friend." Offering your condolences you push those thoughts aside as he gets closer. 

"You work for the city morgue? Why didn't you say anything? What the hell happened to my friend?" Closing in he starts assaulting you with multiple questions. It’s hard to tell which one he really wants the answer to. 

"I can't." It’s the first thing that slips out. 

"What?" Grumbling he doesn’t like your answer. 

"I can't tell you because I don't know! I haven't gotten the results back from the ballistics team or the lab. Besides legally I can't say anything yet." Now is the time to start panicking. None of this feels right. You start backing away. 

Huffing he grabs your wrist pulling you close. "What kind of gun?"

Shit. Shouldn't have said ballistics.

"What are you-" Jerking in his grip you try to back up but he yanks you forwards so you crash into him.

"What kind of gun?" Growling he uses his size against you.

"9 mm Luger semi auto pistol. Probably 5"-5.5" barrel. If I had to guess." Scared you ramble everything off quickly.

In a moment of clarity your scared face is burned into his brain. What is he doing?

"Y/N!" Manny yells. 

Turning to look, Manny is running towards you. Ronnie let's go and you stumble backwards. Almost fall to the ground if Manny didn’t catch you. Frightened and so confused you can only watch as he runs away. Rubbing your arm you can already see the bruise forming. 

"You okay?" Asking, Manny hoists you up.

"Yeah." 

"Y/N." Hands cupping your face, he forces you to focus only on him. 

"I didn't expect…" Blanking out you don’t know what’s real right now. 

"Come on. Let's get it checked out." Manny steers you back inside as you try holding it together.

~

Arriving at work is difficult. You can feel the anger and disappointment from everyone in the basement that knows what's going on. Frankly you're disappointed in yourself to think he might have actually liked you. Because now it seems he was just biding his time for when your job could be useful to him.

"I know. So don't say anything." Sighing, you put your bag down. Ignoring Manny and Tog. As well as your two regular janitors who just happen to be cleaning the room. They all give you disappointing looks. Especially Tog the old worry wort. But you can't blame him, the old orc treats you like a child anyways. You already got an ear full from him this morning.

"Y/N." Tog says standing beside you once everyone has left. 

"I know I know. He's bad news. I never expected to actually see him in person again."

"He's already attached to you." Folding his arms, he’s got the disappointed father stare down.

"What?" You seriously did not just hear him say that. 

"Sometimes there's a connection so strong it lingers as a smell under everything else. The fear, the pain, the sadness." 

"Tog." Glaring, you hope he stops speaking but he continues. You don’t want to hear anything more about Ronnie right now or ever at this rate.

"As you would say true love at first sight. It's wafting off you."

"Mmmm. I don't think so." You give him a skeptical look. 

"But this. This is unacceptable." He points at the bruise.

"Dr. Y/LN, I have another one." Officer Crawford chimes pushing in a body bag. You both watch him visibly pause as he reads the uncomfortable atmosphere. “I’m just gonna leave this right here.” He cautiously backs out the door. 

The texting between you and Ronnie has completely stopped. The last thing was the SpongeBob meme you sent and that was days ago. Manny has sort of taken over security detail. For the time being as someone has to walk you to your car or the bus stop every morning. The boys have even timed it so that they're waiting when you arrive.

You quickly message Ryan. You desperately need best friend time. Only the insanity of your gay boyfriend will help.

"Thanks for meeting me." Sitting down, Ryan has already snagged a booth.

"Anything for you Y/N. Besides, my next client isn't for a few hours." Smiling mischievously. You know he’s prepared for all the drama.

After ordering he starts the millions of questions.

"So what's going on girl?"

"Men. Well people in general." Sighing you scrunch down in the booth. 

"Men are stupid. We have been over this. So what have they done now?" Waving his hand, that's old news.

"You don't want to know." Frustrated, this can not be your life.

"Y/N." 

"Ryan."

"Come on, spill the tea. I'm not afraid to ask Charlie or your parents." 

"It was going okay I guess, we met at one of those parties Charlie and Olivia go to. We've been talking but the other day one of his friends ended up on my slab. Obviously he now knows what I do for a living. That I'm a fucking Medical Examiner, which I've never told him what I do. So in this whole revelation he demanded, well aggressively suggested I give him certain information. Panicking, I gave my opinion of murder weapon and we haven't spoken since." Avoiding his stare you start picking at the linoleum on the table. 

"What. The. Fuck?" He only pauses to take a breath. "Wait wait wait. He's not human is he? Cause if he was human you would have kicked his ass."

"No." Mumbling, Ryan should know better. You've never had a thing for humans.

"It better not be an elf. I swear to Satan himself. I will jump over this table if you say it's an elf."

"Orc."

"Have you tried talking to him?" Exasperated, he's not believing this. 

"No."

"So you've gone ghost."

"He hasn't said anything either." Whining you kick his foot.

"How does Tog feel about this?"

"Ugh don't even get me started. He's upset about it but keeps going on about true love wafting off of me. Now Manny's pissed cause he found out it was a newbie that let him in." Sighing, you sit back up. 

"I take it that it's been handled?"

"Oh Manny definitely handled it. Besides, everyone on the floor is giving him shit about it. I'm surprised he hasn't come up missing yet."

"They should, you just can't just let anyone in. And he's a newbie that's a major strike. You're like the Queen of the basement." He exaggerates the queen part. 

"No I'm not."

"Are too and you know it. You yelled at the Magic FBI people."

"Excuse me for treating everyone like normal people. You know the basement is my territory and I won't allow someone to come in there bad mouthing my minions."

"And that's why you're the Queen." Laughing he slaps the table as the food arrives. 

"Whatever, how's married life going?"

"Lord, I'm almost ready to become a widow. If I trip over his shoes one more goddamn time. You're going to have to bail me out."

"Is he still leaving them in the middle of the hall?" Laughing, you forget all your problems. You want to stay in this moment forever. You don’t want our life to become a soap opera.

He's surprised. He came in to pick up food and saw you in a booth with another guy. He couldn't help but to eavesdrop on your conversation. With your back to the door you haven't noticed him. You're gossiping about some actor.

Out of the corner of his eye he notices something strange. You reached out for your drink and there's discoloration to your skin wrapping around your wrist. A nasty color of red and purple.

That's the wrist he grabbed.

He did that. 

A nauseous feeling boils inside as his stomach drops. He overstepped the line again. First demanding the information after you told him no. Scaring you. Ghosting you. Now the bruise that he left in wake of his anger. He's an asshole and you deserve better. 

~

*Bang Bang Bang*

"Y/N. Please open up."

Jumping in surprise. Why is Ronnie at your apartment? Hoping he just goes away, you ignore the exaggerated knocks. While hiding underneath a blanket on the couch.

*Bang Bang Bang*

"Y/N I just want to talk."

You have to come to the door. How else is he going to apologize to you? 

*Bang Bang Bang*

"I know you're in there. I can smell you."

Aggravated you just might commit murder. Stupid orc and their stupid sense of smell.

"What?"  Glaring you rip the door open.

"That bruise." He immediately points to your wrist as if that's the only thing that matters.

"What do you want?" Pulling the sleeve of your hoodie down and folding your arms. 

"I'm sorry for how I reacted in the parking garage."

"How do you know where I live?" You bypass his weak apology.

"I followed you home." Shrugging, to him it seems obvious how.

"Of course you did. Typical." Yup, like every stereotypical man who doesn't know how to process feelings or use a phone. He stalks you.

"Can we start over and forget about what I did?" Ronnie pleads.

"Why should I?" You've been through too much shit already to be with a guy that's an asshole and douche. "I'm used to irate family members and friends wanting information. But I didn't expect it from you. You would have never gotten that close if my guard was up. Which is why the boys always insist that someone walks with me." Cutting him down to size is the only way to make it clear that he fucked up. Because if he thinks a simple apology and begging will work, he's wrong.  "And the bruise, where do you think it came from?"

You hear the neighbor's door across the hall open. "Is everything -?"

"Mind your own business Randy!" Shouting, you don't break eye contact. You wait for the door to close before continuing. "I can chalk it up to bad timing and raised emotions but my coworkers are pissed. Frankly I am too."

"I'm sorry." With all sincerity he can muster he apologizes again. He'll keep apologizing until you believe him.

"I'll give you a trial run."

"A trial run?" Confused, he's not a game.

"One week to change my mind that you're not some asshole. Because apologies don't matter if you don't stop the behavior you're apologizing about."

"Okay." Nodding he has to make it up to you. 

"If you haven't noticed there's a lot that we don't know about each other." Staying firm in your decision you don't lose eye contact. You have to state your dominance in this agreement.

"Right." Shifting his weight he leans on the door frame. "You're a doctor?"

"A medical examiner but yes I have a Doctor's License." 

"So yes?"

Rolling your eyes it's hard not to smile. This man is so stupid. Stupid and obviously your fucking type. You wanted a himbo and now you got one. The fucking soap opera of your life.  It's what you get when you wish for Jethro Bodine mixed with a cryptid.

Part 3

By:@pusantheamazonian​ 

Part 1 Part 2 

Tag list: @athenaricham-loves-orcs  @pandainfinitely @rosecat5​

It's a rough few weeks but things go back to semi normal with Ronnie. He passed the trial period much to Manny's dislike. But all of your minions still keep their guard up. If he even breathes wrong in your direction, they're going to take him down. It’s endearing how they are so protective of you, a simple human.

Thou now you can tell him all the weird and gross things about bodies that you know. Creep him out the same way you do with Charlie and Olivia.

Comfortably asleep the annoying ringtone you set won't stop as your hand blindly searches for it. 

"Hello?" Mumbling you drift back to sleep.

"You got a first aid kit?" Ronnie's grumpy voice wakes you up.

"Yeah why?"

"Bring it. Meet me outside."

"Now?" Confused he can't mean now, you just went to sleep.

"Now." He hangs up before you can speak.

"Rude." Letting the phone drop onto the bed. You contemplate how quickly you should get moving.

Since he woke you up out of a dead sleep it's probably important. You better grab the heavy duty first aid kit. Throwing on some clothes and half awake, you head to the parking lot. You spot him in the back row. Smoking a cigarette, leaning on the hood of his truck. 

"Get in." He nods at the passenger seat. 

"Morning to you too." Sarcastically replying as you hoist yourself in. Putting the first aid kit at your feet. You can tell something is wrong. He’s being very tight-lipped about what's happening.

"What is that?" He questionably stares at the big pink storage tackle box you brought.

"You said to bring my first aid kit. This is my first aid kit." You smack the lid. "So what's the reason I've been woken up?"

"Need your help with some stitches." The truck roars to life and Ronnie speeds out of the parking lot. 

"Um, I work on dead people, not the living. You remember that right?"

"Too many questions will be asked at the hospital." Taking a last drag off the cigarette he flicks it out the window.

"Oh." A dawning realization hits. This is not going to be good. You're being sucked in. Someone is injured and you are the last resort. 

After several twists and turns through back alleys. You're somewhere on the other side of town parked in front of an abandoned building.

"Do I want to know?" Sighing, you glance at Ronnie as he puts the truck in park.

"No and don't ask questions." Ronnie gruffs getting out of the truck. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Another sigh, you closely follow him inside. 

"What the hell?" Shocked, there's an orc sitting on a table. Another one is standing by, holding bloody rags to his arm. Tossing the kit to Ronnie. You run to the bloody orcs, pushing the non injured one out of the way. Automatically pulling back the rags to see the damage. 

“What-!” 

"Shut up." Glaring at the orc who was putting pressure on the wound. "The bleeding has stopped. You need to hold his arm like this." Maneuvering the orc, you position his hands exactly where you want them. 

Stunned is not the appropriate term. He’s shocked. You just shoved a fully grown orc, easily twice your size out of the way. You really must not be afraid of orcs. 

"Ronnie." You motion for the kit. Quickly taking it from him and placing it on the table. You set to work prepping what you’ll be needing. But first things first. He's going to need some pain meds.

"What are you 350 pounds? 375?" Questioning you size him up while shaking a dark colored bottle.

"369." He huffs offended that you would even ask. 

"Close enough." Carefully drawing up a syringe. "This might hurt." You stab him just about the wound. 

The loud howl hurts your ears, even the bad one. "What was that?"

"That is about to become your best friend." You scoot the kit backwards before kneeling beside him on the table. You're able to quickly see the actual damage. A nice shallow bullet wound. 

Putting gloves on you've already figured your plan out. Clean the wound, remove the bullet whole if possible then line inside with some antibiotic ointment and sew him up. 

“What was in that?” Confused, he's starting to open and close the injured arm’s hand. Showing no signs of pain.

“The good stuff.” Chuckling, giving him a smile. “But it's only gonna last for a few hours.”

Getting to work you can feel all the eyes on you. No pressure. You awkwardly start humming to yourself and focus only on the wound. You know they are already starting to smell your nervousness. Because this whole situation is ridiculous. 

“Y/N!” Ronnie’s shouting your actual name. 

“What!?” Confused about what he wants, you honestly weren't paying attention to anyone else. Or how Charlie puts it, you turned your hearing off. 

“I asked about the bullet.” Reiterating he points at the bullet you just pulled out.

“Mmm probably about 5.56mm. Seems military grade or black market for the actual gun. Though since this happened in daylight I'm going to bet that it's a handgun modified to look or feel like an AR.”

“You know alot about bullets.” The orc holding the arm question. Giving you a suspicious look. 

“Well I see a lot of bullets.” You give him the side eye back.  "Okay you're all set. Don't get it wet for 24 hours and try not to overdo it. And try not to scratch it."

Groaning, the orc stumbles off the table and through a door with his buddy's help. 

"A moment alone with the good Doctor." 

Freezing you don't remember this voice. But by the way everyone clears out of the room. That voice has to belong to Dorghu. Glancing at Ronnie he gives you a look that you just can’t fully process before grabbing your kit and leaving. Leaving you alone with Dorghu. Still sitting on the table like a weird sacrifice of some sort. 

"Thank you Dr Y/L/N. You have been a great help to the community." Dorghu moves to lean on the table beside you. 

"Really it's just Y/N. I'm just helping however I can."

"Nervous?" Dorghu asks with a subtle head tilt.

"A little."

"You had quite the bravery at the block party." With a chuckle he lights a cigarette. 

"That was mostly drunk me. And me being angry at my sister and her girlfriend." You wave it off as nothing. 

"You speak our language. How is that?" Questioning, he gives you a cold stare. 

Damn. You weren’t expecting that question so quickly. 

"In highschool I learned it to impress a boy but that backfired." Deciding it's best to be honest with these questions. There is no telling what he would do if he found out you lied. 

"Orc."

"Yes."

"Quite an interesting person, had some people look into you." Nonchalantly tapping the ashes off.

Oh damn.

Eyes widen, you try to keep a blank face. Panic sets in as you worry about how much he does know.

"You're a good person, as everyone should be. I want to keep you in good faith. You can keep your relationship with Ronnie or with any one you choose. You have my permission."

Surprised at his calmness, you didn't expect him to be so accepting of you this quickly. "Okay, thank you." Now you're confused as hell. Since when did you need permission to be with someone? This has to be about clan politics and having an inside source.

“You must get your rest.” Smirking Dorghu leads you back outside while you try to regain your composure. Where a few of the guys are waiting. 

Trying not to pace, he's starting to worry. Why would Dorghu want to speak to you alone? It's never good when Dorghu wants to talk to someone alone. Especially if they're human. But since you're female and have helped he may not harm you. But it means other things can happen. Since Dorghu does have a not so secret habit of seducing naive women. But you're not that naive. Are you?

The door quickly opens and everyone turns their attention.

“Ronnie make sure she gets home.” Dorghu orders.

“Yes boss.” 

Inside the truck Ronnie is oddly tense and quiet. Trying not to think about what just happened you stare out the window aimlessly. It's not until he's parked outside your apartment building when he starts questioning you about everything.

"What did Dorghu say?"

"Um…. Well he gave me permission to be with anyone in the clan. I guess he sees me as an asset that he shouldn't ignore because I'm human." You don't really know how to summarize the conversation.  You know he knows about your past. "He-he also wanted to know why I can speak Bodzvokhan."

"You did it to impress some guy. No big deal." Shrugging that's not a big deal. 

"Ish."

"Sprinkles." Ronnie growls in warning. 

"I did it to impress him and he was an Orc. He reacted badly to it, well reacted badly to me. Said that he would rather die than acknowledge my feelings or presence. Then he broke my wrist. So I made sure to stay very fluent with Bodzvokhan and Orc culture to spite him." Fidgeting with the handle on your first aid box. It's awkward telling Ronnie that it's only out of spite that you kept speaking Bodzvokhan in highschool.

"He broke your wrist?" Concerned he didn't expect that.

"Yeah. If you compare my wrists you'll see that the left one is smoother and less bony. That's the one he crushed." Holding them both out you point out the differences. Ronnie carefully feels each wrist for a moment. 

"Well thanks for the ride." Exhausted you shuffle out the door.