#dorghu x oc

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Home - Chapter One

The beginning of an idea I’ve had rattling around in my mind for awhile. More Bright fanfic. More Dorghu. Enjoy

Chapter One

She waited for her AC to kick on and for her phone to come back to life. It had died a couple hours ago and she had been so busy she hadn’t bothered to plug it in at the nurses station. When the cab of her car began to cool her phone chirped back to life, slowly. It was an old phone. One at a time her notifications started to roll in, none of which merited much interest until the very last which was a voicemail notification from her son.

Abby smiled and bypassed the voicemail choosing to just call him back.

His phone rang a few times before he picked up. “Hey, Mom, everything’s fine, I promise!”

It took her a moment to respond, “Everything is fine? What does that mean exactly?”

“I’m home now, and Dad and I talked and nothing bad happened, really, I mean technically…”

“Mikey. Explain, now.” Abby had been tired, exhausted even and ready to collapse into bed, but now she was wide awake and ready for the two hour drive to Los Angeles.

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Dorghu needed a drink and a cigarette and a good night's sleep. He helped himself to two of the three before he drug his feet into the living room to sit for a minute. Before he could sit something caught his attention. He caught the scent of something salty with a hint of pineapple under the stench of exhaustion that nearly matched his own. His first instinct had been to reach for his gun or knife but that would not protect him from the attack to come.

“What are you doing Abby?” He reached up with the hand that loosely held his beer and flipped on the living room light.

“Mikey called.” Her eyes were tired and her tone was hollow, but there was no threat in them. Not yet at least.

The orc stared at her intently, taking in what had and hadn’t changed in the last eight years. She kept her longer, still a mess of wavey brown, her skin still suntanned and youthful. “You look tired”

She resituated herself in the chair against the back wall, “So do you.”

He took a long pull, half the bottles worth, of his beer before he set it down and put his cigarettes back in his pocket. “So, what did he tell you.”

“More than I wanted to know… but also not enough.” She rubbed at her face and raked her fingers through her hair. The two of them sat in a surprisingly comfortable silence. When Abby broke it her voice was gentle, “I didn’t know he was ready to… you know.”

Dorghu sighed and sat himself down on the nearest end of the couch. “You’d be surprised.”

There was a flash in her eyes and her posture stiffened.

“Abby don’t pick a fight, not tonight. Did you talk to Mikey?”

“No, I just got here a minute ago. I needed to talk to your first.”

Dorghu nodded. “You still drink your coffee with too much cream and sugar?” He took her half-hearted scowl and twitch of a smirk as a yes. That didn’t mean he relaxed, she was still on edge and rightly so, but he couldn’t help but take a deep breath and revel for a moment in the fruit and sea salt scent of his estranged wife.

Chapter Two 

[rudemaidenswrite]

Don't Belong Here

Part 1

Fandom: Bright

OC Fogteeth Orc x Reader

By: @pusantheamazonian​

You're dragged to one of the monthly Fogteeth party's against your will. For once it doesn't end up a bad night for you.

The music's too loud, there's too many people and now this. You’re staring up at the orc, and he’s standing in front of you mumbling something.

"Sorry but you're going to have to speak up. Bad hearing." Tapping your right ear, you scoot over on the couch. Allowing him to sit down.

"You don't belong here." Huffing he leans over before sitting.

Chuckling, you already knew that. A packed house party with strobe lights, mosh pit  and dubious activities is not your idea of a fun time. You'd rather be at home under a mound of blankets with all the food watching Gravity Falls.

Why not amuse him. It's not like you're going to come to another one of these ever again and he'll probably be with someone else by the end of the night.

"Flaming red asshole hair." Pointing at the bar. "My sister and her girlfriend. They are the ones who dragged me here."

"Yeah they've been here before." Nodding he takes a drink.

"Said I was a bad night shifter and needed to socialize. So this." Gesturing at yourself. You had purposely worn an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. Sat in the back corner away from everyone. So that people would avoid talking to you but not this guy. Apparently he didn't get the memo.

“Sitting in the corner is not socializing.” Teasing he gives you a lopsided grin.

“Eh, close enough.” Waving your hand you dismiss that accusation.

The more you look at him, he's kinda cute and not entirely threatening looking. You know orcs have quite a bit of range on them. From looking terrifying to absolutely adorable. He's chunky but it works for him, honestly it's doing it for you.

God this not what you are supposed to be doing. So what if he's your type. Stop oolging. The Fogteeth jersey he's wearing means he's bad news.

"Name's Ronnie."

"Y/N." You quickly scan the crowd to make sure you haven't lost your two hooligans. Cause those bitches would leave you for a dirty alley quickie. And you’ve lost them. "Is it always this loud?"

"The barbeque is a lot quieter."

"I would hope so." You don't know why but you find yourself smiling and laughing. The more you talk to him the less grumpy you are about being here. His humor is out there but he's very pleasant to talk to.

God. He doesn't know what's going on. You smell faintly of blackberries. He keeps getting a whiff every time you lean in to hear him. Most humans run away in disgust from him, especially women. But you're still here.

You don't know how long it's been, hours you imagine but you're ripped from peace very suddenly.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" Your sister is screaming at the top of her lungs.

"What Charlie?" Panicked, you immediately stand up.

"Come on! You're up next. You can't miss your turn!" She’s jumping excitedly.

"Turn for what?" Confused, you look at Ronnie hoping he might know. He shakes his head no. You haven't seen anyone playing games that would require turns.

"You'll see." Giving you a suspicious smile and pulling your arm.

As she starts to drag you away, you instantly grab a hold of Ronnie. Dragging him with you through the sea of people. You know her suspicious smiles never lead to anything good. It’s best to have another witness or at least someone on your side.

To his surprise he lets you drag him along. Your warm hand tightly interlocked with his. Whatever your sister has planned can't be that bad.

He was wrong.

"You got to be kidding me."  Horrified you let go of everybody and back away. Charlie has led you to a back room where it is fight club night.

"Nope!" Olivia is squealing, suddenly appearing on your left. Trying not to shake in excitement or else she'll spill the contents in her arms. "Three shots of Everclear and a can of Fat Orc."

"Are you serious? This the real reason you brought me?"  This is so uncalled for and obviously something that they have planned. They've been doing shit like this a lot lately.

"No we did want you to socialize but then we found this and everything else was thrown to the side." Olivia rambles on.

"I hate y'all so much." So offended you can't process what’s really happening.

"Awe come on you can do it." Charlie tries to pep talk you further into it.

"No I'm not! I'm not thunderdome-ing it so y'all can win some money. This-" In processing of telling them off you're interrupted by an asshole.

"Yes run on home girl. This is a man's room. Don't want you to hurt yourself." Sneering he leaves just as quickly as he appeared.

"That's your opponent." Olivia whispers.

"How much Charlie?" Glaring you watch him disappear back into the crowd. Fuck it. Eye twitching, inner alpha bitch activated.

"$100." She knows you're hooked now.

"Give it." Still staring off into the direction he went, you hold a waiting hand out. Grinning wickedly Charlie tosses the Fat Orc at you. Cracking it open, you chug the entire thing in one go. With the boiling rage inside of you, the can is crushed with one hand. Everything else can wait. This asshole needs to be taught a lesson.

The current fight ends and the orc ring leader is yelling out different things. The bookie next to him is frowning. Apparently he betted on the wrong guy.

"Give me your sweatshirt and finish the shots.” Olivia giggles.

"Hold your horses." Grumbling with a grimace you downed the last shot. Somehow your sweatshirt’s already off and Charlie's pushing into the ring. It's a stupid makeshift ring. Just a circle outlined in chalk.

"Place your bets!" The ringleader shouts.

"Oh you going to stay?" He smugly questions.

"To beat your sexist ass? I wouldn't miss it." Snapping back you're fueled with liquor and hatred. Dude looks like a unsanitary version of fuck boy. Which just further fuels the fire.

He can’t believe what he's seeing, you have transformed into a completely different person. The quiet girl who didn't even want to be here is now a feral animal.

A crowd is gathering. Often it's human men that enter the ring on these nights. Testing how long they can last against an orc or other humans. Rare is it that a woman enters, even rarer that they win. Causing this much uproar has reached the top of the command chain. Seeing Dorghu enter the room. Everything has escalated and Dorghu happens to stand next to him.

"With the house cut, she'll get over $900 if she wins." Craft informs.

“Who is she?” Dorghu demands, not many capture his interest.

“She came in with Ronnie.” Craft grins at him.

"Ronnie?" Dorghu turns in surprise.

"We were talking then her sister brought her back here.” Nodding at Charlie. “He made a sexist comment and she flipped. Did three shots, a can of Fat Orc and got in. She’s been drinking water all night."

“Interesting.” Dorghu turns back to the match to watch you counter a punch and punch him in the middle of the throat. With a kick to the stomach you knock him to the ground.

"The winner!" An orc yells to a sea of angry groans, briefly holding your arm up. Exhausted everything is spinning, ears are ringing and the liquor burps start.

"Give me my stuff." Slurring you almost lose your balance looking for Charlie and Olivia. Staggering a few steps you make it safely to them. You have forgotten everything about Ronnie and exactly where you are. It's too hot in this room and you need a nap. You are going to regret everything in the morning. Tugging your hoodie back on you doesn't bother zipping it.

The bookie appears as you're putting everything back into your pockets. Of course you have to be the one to collect the money.

"$936 all yours." Smiling he hands you the cash. You see his eyes dip for a second before leaving to collect money for the next round.

"Thanks." Great, he just got an eye full down your shirt. What a pervert. Spinning back to the hooligans, it is time for their punishment. "Ten for you and ten for you. Two four six eight for me."

"Come on-" Whining Charlie starts pouting.

"Zip it! It's whatcha get for signing me up without my permission." You whip around determined to give it back to the bookie.

You visibly pause when you make eye contact with Dorghu. You're not stupid you vaguely know what he looks like. Change of plans. Drunk you who is still pissed has decided on a new dumb plan. You march straight to Dorghu, maintaining eye contact. Everyone watching you is confused.

Out of sheer intoxicated boldness you grab his hand and put the winnings in it.

"Keep it. Fun party. It was nice talking to someone besides Ronnie's kinda cute. So do what you do."  

The room freezes. You can feel the tension but could care less about it. Clear as day you touched the leader like it was nothing then spoke perfect Bodzvokhan to him. Before toddling off complaining about getting fresh air and water.

~

Your sister said you were probably at the car cooling off. He checked the parking lot twice. No sign of you. That's until he gets a whiff of you.

After making it outside you disappeared down an alley by the car. Much quieter, no people and the breeze is nice. Sitting on the ground you can feel yourself nodding off.

"Ah!" Jumping from the sudden cold against your neck. It's Ronnie holding a water bottle. "Dang it Ronnie you scared the bejeezus out of me." You accept the water bottle.

At this position you can really see how tall and massive he is. Sort of reminds you of the Strongman Champion Brian Shaw. Your mind drifts, wondering how he would taste and feel in your hand. Your insides quiver from the thought. What the fuck? Trying your hardest you focus on the bottle.

"You shouldn't be trying to sleep in the alley then."

"Fair point. Thank you for the water." Struggling for a second you finally open the water.

"You speak Orc?" From this angle he can see straight down your shirt. He can see that you were hiding a great set under that hoodie.

"Learned it in high school trying to impress a boy. Some of my co-workers are orcs so it works out." Shrugging speaking Orc isn't a big deal, anyone can learn it.

"You didn't say you could fight."

"Honestly, it's like some drunken boxing Kung Fu shit but the more intoxicated I am. The more berserker I get when fighting." Taking a swig of water. "I don't usually drink or purposely get into fights."

"Damn baby." Taking the risk, you have been an enjoyable companion tonight. Why not see what the limit is.

"Don't call me baby." You aggressively glare at him to make a point.

"Whatever you say, Sprinkles." Putting his hands up in surrender, he needs to change the subject quickly.

"Sprinkles? That…that's different but okay." Weird name to choose but he seems to get the point.

"How's your hearing?" Lowering himself, he sits down beside you. He has no plans for tonight.

"Much better. I can clearly hear you and not have to be all up on you just to listen."

You see his ears twitch at that comment. Maybe he does like being close to you.

"Brave move you did. Handing the money directly to Dorghu."

"Yeah. But it's the only way I knew how. The money would make it back for the next party. Does that make sense?"

"I get your point."

"I don't need the money and it's payback for them setting the fight up in the first place." You give him a mischievous eyebrow wiggle.

"So you think I'm cute?" Blurting out the question was not the smoothest thing he had planned but it’s the easiest way.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Your face gets a little warmer and you stare at the opposite wall. Hard. You forgot he could speak orc.

"Don't worry I think you're cute too."

"What?" Surprised and suspicious. You can't help but to stare at him like he’s crazy as you feel your heart rate speed up. "Are you sure it's not because I just kicked someone's ass?"

"About 90% sure." Teasing he gives you a genuine smile.

"Y/N!" Charlie yells.

"Y/N! We're ready to go!" Olivia is screaming.

"Y/N! Where - oops sorry for interrupting." Charlie yells louder, now walking down the alley. Until she sees you two.

"You two could wake the neighborhood." Groaning, you're still annoyed with them. It's going to be a long car ride home.

"Rude! Not my fault you're deaf." Charlie scoffs.

"Wait by the car!" You fling a rock in their direction and they scamper away.

“Oh I'm going to end up snapping one day and killing them.” Groaning you heave yourself off the ground. Ronnie does the same while trying not to laugh.

"Sprinkles, you get more interesting by the second. How about I get your number so I can stay up-to-date?" In bold fashion he holds his phone out.

"Really?" Stunned, no one’s asked for your number before.

"Yes." Nodding in reassurance.

"I guess since you're so adamant." Pretending to be exasperated, you enter your number under the name Sprinkles. Turns out socializing for once wasn't that bad.

[kilojulietsierra]

Home - Chapter Two

@every-jai ask and ye shall receive 

Chapter One

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Chapter Two

Dorghu set her cup of coffee on the table just as Abby entered the kitchen. “Can I get another beer before the yelling starts?” He didn’t wait for the response and helped himself to his fridge anyway.

Abby slid into the seat in front of the hot coffee and didn’t bother to answer his rhetorical question. “Is he really okay?”

The bottle hissed as he twisted the cap off, “Yeah, he’s tougher than I thought. Smarter and braver too.”

She sipped her coffee, careful of the hot liquid, and Dorghu caught the faint flicker of appreciation. Apparently he still remembered how to make her perfect cup of coffee. “You shouldn’t doubt him. So, am I going to get the real story or the good old ‘you’re not an orc you wouldn’t understand’ version?”

“That’s not fair.” Dorghu had thought about a seat at the table but changed his mind, opting instead to lean next to the fridge for easy access. “I have always been open and honest and you can’t claim otherwise.”

“I wasn’t talking about you.” She took a longer, deeper sip. “That wasn’t fair. Just, please tell me what happened. Even the parts I don’t want to hear.”

He finished his second beer and stared at her, her gaze finding and holding his just as steady. “I asked too much of him.” This time he grabbed a coffee mug instead of a beer and poured himself a cup. “I went to a dark place and tried to take him with me.” He ground his teeth and swallowed as he took the chair across from her. Before he continued he took a gulp of the scalding coffee. “I almost ruined everything, everything.”

Abby didn’t respond, for a long time, just sipped her coffee and let Dorghu speak. At some point towards the end of the coffee pot Dorghu fell silent as well and Mikey was the one to break the silence when he came down the hall rubbing at his face.

“Morning.” When he drew his hand away from his sleepy eyes he paused in the doorway, “Mom, what are you doing here?”

She blinked her own, tired eyes at her son and then smiled, a little sarcastically, “Good morning, and do you think I was going to let this go?” She stood up and wrapped him in a long, tight hug.”Also here’s a tip; don’t leave messages on your Mom’s voicemail like that, ever gain.” She took her son’s head in her hands and pressed her forehead to his. After a deep breath she sighed, “Especially after she worked three night shifts, ‘kay?”

Mikey smiled and nodded as they pulled apart. He bumped fists with her father and grinned sheepish and very apologetic as he passed on his way to the fridge. “How long are you gon’ be here Mom?” He pulled a jug of Sunny D out of the fridge, “Does this mean I can skip school today.”

“No.”

“Not a chance.”

Abby and Dorghu answered at the same time. Abby added, “I have a couple days off, but I should head back.

“No, c’mon! Stay for the BBQ at least this weekend!

“Mikey, you’ll be in Santa Barbara with me in a couple weeks…” Abby looked slightly panicked and Dorghu watched her carefully.

“Yeah, but, c’mon.. Dad tell her she should stay.” Mikey looked desperately to his father.

Dorghu finished his last cup of coffee and stood up from the table, “Mikey... “ He looked from his son to Abby, “You know you are welcome if you want to stay but, you don’t have to.”

Her panic doubled and her soft eyes widened before they began dart around. “I think I should get some sleep before anything else.”

“Great, so, you’ll stay here and we can talk about it when I get home!” Before either of them could shoot down his optimism Mikey slammed the fridge shut and bolted back down the hallway to his bedroom.

“I’ll get you some money for a hotel.” Dorghu stood up and fished a wad of bills from his pocket.

Abby stood up with him, “Don’t bother, I reserved something on the way down here. Just in case.” She walked to dump the remains of her coffee down the sink, “I promised I’d keep out of it, but your dirty money still sketches me out.”

Dorghu sighed so deeply it was closer to a groan, “Abby, we’ve made it all night without arguing, don’t let the way I make money ruin that.”

Abby sighed herself but nodded, already on her way to the door.

Dorghu shoved the cash back in his pocket and cracked the knuckles of his right hand. “Abby,” He followed after her, “If you can, come to the BBQ, it’s Arthur and Malia’s Anniversary. I know she’d be happy if you did, Mikey too.”

She paused, her hand on the door knob, “Tell Mikey I’ll pick him up for dinner tonight. I’ll decide by then.”

“Okay.” He stepped onto the front step and watched her walk to her car. As he stood there and watched her leave, something in and of itself that gave him chest pains, he wished desperately that he had either never tried to get that magic wand or that he had succeeded and everything could have been back to the way it should of been. Of course, life was never that easy. Not for them anyway.

Chapter Three - Coming Soon

[kilojulietsierra]

All My Friends Are Heathens - Chapter One - Bright FF

A combination of my stories Dark Side of Me and Blood & Bylines because I apparently couldn't let either of them go lol Just for fun, not sure how in depth it will go.  Mostly focuses on clan life/family dynamics/orc culture an some smutty-ish-ness maybe at some point.

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Dorghu woke up early, in the dark and alone. He waited a second for his vision to clear and looked around the room, “Devochka?”  When he got no response he hefted himself out of bed and grabbed a clean pair of jeans that had been hung over a closet door to dry. The whole upstairs was dark, as was downstairs, but the kitchen smelled like fresh coffee.

Now he knew where he’d find her, so he dug his cigarettes out of his jacket on the table and headed towards the back door. He saw the blue light, illuminating the deck and Masha nestled into one of the lawn chairs that looked over the back yard.

She jumped as he grabbed the handle and slid open the glass door. “Fuck. D, scared the shit out of me.” Masha looked over her shoulder at him as he slid the door closed. “What are you doing up?” Her voice was shocked but still an early morning whisper.

He walked her way and lowered himself into the chair next to her, lighting a cigarette as he went. “What are you doing up?” He glanced towards the barely there glow to the east and then back to his girlfriend.

With a sigh she relaxed back into the chair and looked back to the tablet in her lap. “Couldn’t sleep. Decided I would look over the numbers from last night.”

Dorghu chuckled, smoke billowing from his nose and mouth, “You’re the only person I know that would get up early, on a Sunday morning, to do math.” He took another drag of his cigarette and ignored her good natured glare.

“Make fun of me all you want, but you’ll like this math.” Her face lit up and her smile took that dangerous turn he enjoyed so much.

“Hmm, that good huh?” With a sigh he slouched back further into his chair and let his head rest back, his legs stretch out and his eyes slip closed.

“Well, it was opening night so probably won’t be this way every night but, yeah. It’s good.”

She went back to tapping and swiping and Droghu smoked peacefully for awhile. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

Masha didn’t answer right away. “Too much on my mind I guess. Between the club opening, and everything I need to do today.”

Dorghu hummed but waited for her to continue.

Masha stared blankly at her tablet for several minutes before she did elaborate, “I invited [Your Name] over today. To go with me when I run my errands.” When he still kept silent she added, “You said she wanted to get to know us… or, well… you, orcs, what it was like. She’s seen some but, I thought it would be good for her to see… all of it you know?” Before he could respond she added something else. “She didn’t seem so bad when I talked to her last night.”

Finally he looked at her, his head rolled to the side. She sat with her bare legs tucked up underneath her, her hair a wild mess leftover from their activities the night before and she had put on a flannel shirt he had worn for a few hours yesterday.The screens backlight did strange things to her pale complexion and illuminated her crystal blue eyes to the point they looked like the glow came from within them instead of the device. “Fucking beautiful.” He hadn’t meant to say it out loud but it was the truth and the look on her face as she combed her hair back with her fingers and turned away from him was worth it.

He sat up enough to reach across the small table between them and pluck the tablet from her grip. “Put this shit away.” he set it on the table and grabbed her by the sleeve of his shirt. It took a few stern tugs but finally she came willingly, standing up and shuffling her bare feet across the wood deck to settle into his lap. Her legs barely fit on either side of his as she straddled him but she quickly found a comfortable position and let her slight weigh sink into him. Automatically his hands circled her waist, his thumbs rubbing over the softness of the flannel now covering her upper thighs as well. “She’s intimidated by you, she thinks you don’t like her.”

She snorted, “Never said that.”

Dorghu chuckled and squeezed at her hips, “You are right though, it will be good for her to go with you today. Good for both of you I think.” He moved his hands to her back and began long, slow passes up and down, swallowing a growl when she melted into him and rested her forehead against his. His hands kept it up for quite some time, over her back, thighs, her neck and shoulders, back and forth down her slim arms that hung crossed behind his neck.

When he felt her lips against his brow he took a deep and steady, relaxed breath. He chuckled when she did it again and made a particularly firm pass up her spine in response.

“What are you laughing at?” Her voice was hushed and breathy. It sent a shiver down his spine.

“Nothing.” Dorghu slid the fingers of one hand up the back of her neck and into her mess of hair to massage her scalp.

Masha let out a throaty humm, “Don’t lie to me.” Her breath was shaky.

He chuckled again. “You might not want to hear what I was thinking.”

“Try me.”

Dorghu slid his hands back down, over her ribs and hips to the bare skin of her thighs. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel this way again.” He drug his thumbs over the muscles under his hand. “Never thought I’d feel this way about anyone after... let alone a human.”  He chuckled again and leaned his forehead into hers with more force. Even cracked a smile as she returned the pressure, knowing exactly what it meant as she wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck.

He continued to smile as she kissed over his brow, as her nails scratched lightly over the back of his neck, but when her lips continued over his temple his body tensed and when she took the point of his good ear into her mouth it sent a shock straight through him. So much so that, without conscious thought, his hands clamped down on her waist drug her center over the slight bulge in the crotch of his jeans. When she moaned he felt it in his ear and in his spine and repeated the motion again, grinding her over his lap. “Fuck, I need you.”  He groaned as Masha switched between sucking and licking at his ear, “Fuck...” He rocked her hips over him again and again, taking her little gasps as encouragement, “You know I had plans of how my morning would go”

Her breath came out hot but cooled the damp edge of his ear, “Oh yeah?” She moved from his ear to the side of the neck, sucking and biting, rolling the thick skin between between her teeth before sucking it into her mouth.

“Mhmm. I was going to wake up early and pull you back against my chest,  immediately bury myself balls deep into this beautiful pussy, then stay there all fucking morning.”  To drive his point home he grabbed her wrists to hold behind her back as he ground his now very obvious, very hard and very large erection up against her.

He repeated the action three more times until he released her hands, only to have them claw at his bare chest and shoulders as she retaliated with long, slow rolls of her hips. “You should have thought about that before you got so rough last night.” She grabbed one of his hands and slid it under the hem of the way to large shirt and between her legs.

His face fell as he brushed the rough pads of his fingers over her still raw and swollen lower lips. “Fuck baby.” Dorghu traced over them gently, “It’s all that fucking dresses fault. Put some nasty thoughts in my mind, watching you strut around all night.” Even the memory was getting him all worked up. “I’m sorry.”

Her smiled grew dark and dirty, “Don’t be.” She leaned down to brush her lips over his and lick the length of one tusk,.”Why do you think I picked that one to wear?”

This time he didn’t bother suppressing his growl as he dug a hand back into her hair and slammed her mouth back down against his. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.” He swallowed one of her moans and pulled her body more flush against his. She hissed a little and shot her hands up to grab his face and cover the tops of his tusks. At one point he pulled back for air only for her to hook a finger around one of them and drag his face back up to hers. Dorghu let out a deep, dark chuckle, almost as dirty as the smile on her face. “Or I can make it up to you now.” The words were mumbled against her lips but he got his message across by slipping his tongue into her mouth and showing her exactly what he meant.

Masha chuckled through her nose and nipped at the tip of his tongue as he withdrew it. She sat up straight, hands coming to rest on this bare chest which rose and fell with heavy, aroused breaths. “We’re both awake early we should be taking advantage and be getting ready for the shit show that will be arriving in a couple hours.’

Dorghu was focused more on undoing the few remaining buttons of the shirt she wore. Once he had them open he hoisted her up so she was sitting on her knees over his lap. “Sounds like a good idea.” Then he grabbed a handful of asscheek with one hand, her right breast with the other and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth with a moan of delight.

“Not even close to what I meant.” Masha laughed but cradled his head closer to her chest for a moment before she pushed him back. Before he could protest she removed herself from the chair and his reach.

“You’re an evil woman.” It took all his focus to keep from lunging after her as she returned to her own chair. He waited for his muscles to relax and his blood to cool down before he hoisted himself to his feet and grabbed her cold coffee on his way back inside.

It seemed the sun had rose on fast forward when he returned a few minutes later with a fresh cup of coffee. He set the coffee cup on the small table between the chairs before he grabbed her up and settled into the chair with her, her shirt rebuttoned, her back to his chest and her head leaned back against his shoulder.

They sat in silence, him smoking another cigarette and her sipping her coffee. Dorghu traced senseless patterns on the side of her bare knee with his free hand until the sun was two fingers past the horizon and Mikey slid the back door open.

“Good Morning.” Mikey stayed half in and half out, leaned back against the door frame.

“Morning Son, You’re up early. “ Dorghu flicked an ash into the tray as Masha sat up a little straighter in his lap.

Mikey looked to the floor and then back, “Yeah umm, Kai was wondering if she could come over early today and help out with everything.”

Masha examined him over the rim of her coffee cup, “She doesn’t have to do that, she can come just hang out if she wants. I’ll be gone for a few hours but she’s welcome to come over.”

“Oh no, she wants to help. Breakfast, the kids, lunch, all of it. She likes it.” The smile on his face looked almost painful it stretched his cheeks so wide.

“What do her parents think of her spending all day over here.”

Masha added, “With a bunch of gang bangers.”

Dorghu jabbed her in the ribs but didn’t argue the point. It was true.

His son’s smile grew more than Dorghu thought possible, “She asked yesterday, they said it’s fine as long as my parents are here too. Plus, her Dad made a big deal about how Kai says she always feels safe with me, especially over here, even with the guys around. So, he doesn’t worry as much. Like I said she likes it, coming over here and feeling like a part of the clan.”

Again Masha chuckled into her cup before she could answer with a straight face, “Well it’s okay with me but it’s up to your father. It’s his house

Dorghu looked sideways at her, “Kai is welcome in our house any time. Especially Sundays.”  

“Awesome!” Mikey yelled, “Thank you!” and then ducked back inside only to reappear a second later. “Hey do you think I could take…”

“Keys are in it.”

“Thank you Masha!”

This time when he disappeared he stayed gone. They listened as the garage door opened and Masha’s Caddy hummed to life. They continued to listen until the car was too far down the street to be heard. “Don’t look at me like that. Let him drive it while he can. Before, he’s too big and heavy.” She laughed but stopped when he didn’t join in. “What?”

Dorghu shook his head and took another pull of his cigarette, “I love you.”

She stood up from his lap, smiling, “And I love you.” She dropped a quick kiss on his scarred upper lip. “I’m gonna go get dressed.”

He watched her grab her tablet and coffee and walk back in the house before he snubbed his cigarette out in the tray and went into the kitchen to start breakfast.

~~~~~~~

“Well if you don't want to go then don’t go.”

“I thought you said I can’t not go. That it would be rude.” You continued to pace through and around your kitchen while Nick sat at the table and watched.

“It would be.” He sipped at his smoothie.

You paused to look at him but immediately resumed your pacing. “She didn’t say that I had to be there. It was more like ‘you should come’ which… never mind I’ll go.”

He nodded and gave you an encouraging smile. “Good.”

When you took a sip of your coffee your stomach did a flip. You weren’t sure if it was the hangover or your apparent aversion to seeing Dorghu’s scary girlfriend again so soon. “Who am I kidding? I can’t spend all day with this woman! I’ll just tell her something came up.” Nick didn’t say anything and you sighed, coming to a stop across the table from him. “I have to go don’t I?”

He remained silent for a bit and then, “Masha… Well, if she were an orc she’d be, like the alpha female, the… the clan mother....” Nick gave you an understanding smile, “This is like her personally inviting you into the clan. Not just around the edges like before but actually into the family. Her family. For a human… especially one dating me… it’s kind of a big deal. “

At that moment your coffee was the most interesting thing you had ever seen, but you couldn’t bring yourself to drink it.

~~~~~~~

You thought your nerves at the club the night before were bad,  in your kitchen that morning were terrible, but this was easily twenty times worse than both instances combined. The house was bigger and nicer than you expected but still nothing fancy. The neighborhood wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, of course there really was no such thing as ‘ordinary’ in LA.

There were two Escalades, a jacked up, blacked out Chevy Silverado and then a Dodge truck you recognized as Dorghus all parked in the driveway and a fancy little Cadillac XLR pulled into the open garage. You couldn’t help but wish you had convinced Nick to skip work and come with you but that wasn’t what Masha had said when she invited you.  So, you came on your own. Which you had convinced yourself would go just fine, right up until you rang the doorbell.

From inside you heard a muffled, “Mikey!”

Followed by a slightly less muffled, “Got it.” Two seconds later the door swung open and there stood Dorghu’s son. “Hey [Your Name]! Come on in.” He stepped out of the way so you could enter the house and then shut the door behind you. “Here, everyone’s in the kitchen. Have you eaten yet?” He led her through the living room and around a long dining room table towards a counter that separated the kitchen from the dining area

The tension almost evarapted from you body entirely when you saw Nessa come around the opposite side of the counter, bouncing a hefty little orc boy on her hip as she went. “Hey! Glad you came!” She reached out the arm that wasn’t supporting the little one to give you a quick hug. “No Nick?”

“Working. He said he’d come by after if it was still going.” You smiled and gave the little boy a wave, only to have him bury his face in Nessa’s neck.

“Aww. Don’t mind Hale, the only human he isn’t shy with is Masha. He’ll come around. C’mon.You want some coffee? Or breakfast? We got all the best hangover food.” She whispered that bit behind Hales back like a secret, “ Pancakes, bacon, eggs, venison sausage, fried potatoes...”

“Coffee would be great.” You followed her the rest the way into the kitchen were you found To sitting at a smaller kitchen table.

“There she is.” He stood half way out of his chair to give you a hug which you happily returned.

Nessa went into the actual kitchen, still with little Hale hiding in her shoulder, where Masha and another young orc girl were working. “Kai can you take him for me?” She handed the little boy off. “Kai this is [Your Name], [Your Name ] this is Kailene. Mikey’s girlfriend.”

The girl smiled and waved, “Hi!” She hefted the little boy a few times to get him settled and then asked him in a silly voice, “Should we go see if Mikey’s Dad needs help outside? Hmm?” The boy giggled as they trailed after Mikey towards a set of glass, sliding doors you assumed led to a backyard.

“Here sit.” Nessa handed you a cup of coffee and pointed to the table. “Sugar is there, there might be cream in the fridge if you need it.” She smiled and nodded before going back into the kitchen.

You watched as she took a much smaller orc child from Masha. “Here’s her bottle, do you mind? So I can get cleaned up and go.”

“No problem, come here beautiful.” Nessa took the baby and the bottle and came to sit across the table from you and Tolar.

Masha continued to straighten up the kitchen and then washed her hands before she came to pick up a half empty coffee cup on the counter by the table. “[Your Name], glad you came.” She downed the rest of the coffee in one go, “I’m just gonna run and grab some stuff out of the office then we’ll go.” Halfway out of the kitchen she turned over her shoulder, “If you’re hungry go ahead and grab some pancakes. Otherwise To and Mikey are gonna eat them all.”

Tolar mumbled something in Orcish, loud enough for her to hear, around a mouth full of food, and she threw a remark of her own right back at him which had everyone laughing except for you. Even the baby waved her arms as Nessa giggled.

When Nessa glanced up and saw your face she cocked her head to the side, “Girl, you really should start trying to pick up some of the language. I mean you are dating one of us now.”

You groaned, “I know...My friggin Godfather is an orc, you think by now I’d know more than ‘hello’, ‘good-bye’ and ‘thank you’.”

To shoved half a pancake in his mouth, “Have Jakoby teach you “

Before you could reply the screen door slid open and Mikey came running inside, chased by Hale on his ungainly little legs, who was being chased by Dorghu. They were all laughing, Hale’s more like squeals of pure joy as he ran around and around the living room trying to catch Mikey and avoid being caught by Dorghu.

Before either of those things could happen Masha appeared at the bottom of the stairs and snatched up the littlest orc mid run. His squeals doubled as she hoisted him up, arms and legs flailing.  When Dorghu came up behind Masha he grabbed her around the waist, picking them both up and carrying them into the kitchen. The whole while pretending to growl and snarl at the toddler over Masha’s shoulder.

You couldn’t help but smile and be completely floored by the sight of Dorghu and Masha laughing and playing. It was so, so far removed from how you normally saw them. Masha was still laughing when Dorghu let go of her and let her slip easily back down to the floor. “Okay little one,” Hale was still trying to growl back at Dorghu as Masha carried him into the kitchen. She said something to him in Orcish as she set him on the kitchen counter and re-tied his shoe. The little boy nodded vigorously and said something back to her, just a few words. Masha smiled, tucked her bangs behind one ear before she held her hand up for a high five.  

She helped him down off the counter and he immediately resumed chasing Mikey, and now Kai, around the living room. “Somebody make sure he eats something, please.” When Masha looked your way she was still smiling and you felt oddly out of place, but not as nervous as you had fifteen minutes ago.

This Masha seemed like night to day with the Masha you had seen last night. The skimpy club dress and heels had been replaced with jeans, an oversized t-shirt that hung off one shoulder and a well worn pair of white tennis shoes.

“Okay, you heard Hale, he’s in charge while I’m gone. No matter what the big, scary one says.” She walked back to Dorghu and gave him a quick kiss on the scarred cheek. “Anyone need anything? If you think of something call. We’ll be back before the game starts.” She grabbed her phone and a set of keys off a small table by a side door in the kitchen and nodded your way, “Ready?”

You jumped up, took one more sip of the extremely strong coffee and nodded “Yeah, ready.” You followed her out the kitchens side door and into the garage. When you saw the fancy car again you realized it must be hers.

When you stepped up to the passenger door she waved you off, “Oh, no, we’re taking one of the Escalades. We’ll need the extra room.”

~~~~~~~

[kilojulietsierra]

Doing a thing...

Decided to do something a little different with the Bonus Chapter of Blood & Bylines that I had promised. 

Instead i’m doing it as a separate story, but in the same universe, and it well be both Blood & Bylines AND Dark Side of Me!

Sneak Peak of.... All My Friends Are Heathens

(Shut up I like song titles lol)

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Apparently early was not early enough. The line to the clubs front door already reached the end of the block and only ten minutes after you and Gwen had arrived, the line began to snake around the corner. “I think i’m gonna have a panic attack.”

Gwen looked up from her phone with a snort. “You’ve been shot… and a waiting line is giving you anxiety?”

Your hand smoothed over your dress, where the little round, puckered scar was hidden. “Maybe we shouldn’t have stopped to eat. We would have been further towards the front and I wouldn’t feel like I want to vomit right now.”

“You say that now, but you’ll be thanking me for all those carbs when that’s what’s soaking up the $20 cocktails.”

“Either way i’m going to throw up.”

“Oh my God, you’ll be fine. Even Nick said you needed to go have fun! So, relax.” She shoved her phone back into her bag and peered towards the front of the line as cheers erupted. “Ah! They’re letting us in!”

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Dark Side of Me - Chapter Twelve (Dorghu x OC) - Final Chapter

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the last chapter of Dark Side of Me!

(Sort of... For now... ask me again after I’ve watched the Bright Sequel)

As promised I did start working on a Bonus Chapter for my Jakoby x Reader fic but this one kind of leads into that one, and my brain was set on ending this one this way and blah blah blah lol It’s short and sweet and I hope y’all don’t hate it!

As always this is Orcish and this is Russian 

Chapter Twelve

Masha didn’t jump when the door opened in the room behind her, she just watched him in the mirror as he walked up to the bathroom door and watched her. Masha pulled the shirt over her head, taking the opportunity to stretch, loosen the muscles in her back that always seemed to stiffen up after a day and night of work. She dropped the shirt in the hamper by the cupboard and stretched some more.

She saw where his eyes were focused as he walked up behind her, his rough fingers traced the lines and shading over her shoulder, down her back, over her ribs before he settled a heavy hand on her waist. His middle finger still traced the flow of ink over her hip. He stood behind her now, his chest against her back, the zipper of his leather jacket rubbed against her shoulder blades. “You know, I never understood this.” His other hand traced the tattoos on her left side. “Orcs, we grow up hating the colors and patterns of our skin…” His hands roamed, followed the the varying outlines of ink on her skin and all she could do was lean back into him. His touch slid over the newest addition to her collection, an orcish phrase inked across her forearm in a graffiti style. Mikey had drawn it for her. “Humans, elves, everyone hates us for it… but humans, you pay for this shit, to be done to you. Willingly.”

His voice was harsh but his touch stayed light. Masha turned to look up at him over her shoulder, “Makes my skin not so boring, makes me unique, makes me like myself a little more.” She wrapped her hands around each of his wrists, bringing them to a stop over her hip bones. “You’ve never said you didn’t like them before.” Her eyes moved back to the mirror, taking in the contrast of his dark blue/green skin against her own pale white.

His voice was lower and closer to her ear, “Never said I don’t like them.” His hands moved again, around the waistband of her yoga pants and then back up her sides. “I don’t like the hypocrisy.”  

“I know.” Masha turned around in his grasp, arching her spine slightly as he dug his fingers into her lower back. Her own hand, the right one, wrapped around the leather of his jacket while the other reached up to trace the scars on his face. “It’s just skin.”

He let out a long sigh, dropped his forehead against hers, “That’s all that matters to some.”

Foreheads still pressed together she slid her hands to the center of his chest, pushed his jacket open further and popped open the first few buttons of his shirt. She pressed her palm flat against his chest, skin on skin, “Yeah, well you know where I stand on the subject.” She pulled her forehead back from his, with one hand she tilted his head back and laid her forehead against his collarbone instead.

Dorghu spread his hands wide across your her back, “I know.” He pressed her smaller, leaner body tighter against his. He didn’t say anything for a long time but eventually she felt his chest rise and fall in a deep breath. “I thought you were gonna change clothes.”

She chuckled and pulled back slightly, “I thought you were gonna wait downstairs.”

“Are you tellin’ me to get out?” He loosened his grip just slightly but did not let her go. Hands still around her waist, he rubbed his nose along her cheekbone to her ear, his tusks dragging along as he went.

“Can you keep your hands to yourself? ‘Cause we’re already running late and I do have to shower and change.”

He hummed against her ear, inhaled deeply and chuckled, “You know I can’t.” Dorghu rubbed his face against hers once more, coming to rest his mouth against hers in an awkward, rough, sloppy kiss she had grown so fond of over the past few years. When he pulled back he paused to give her ass a good squeeze, “I’ll be downstairs.”  Without another word or even a glance over his shoulder he left the bedroom, closing the door behind him, leaving her to get changed for the party.

~~~~~~~

When Masha made her way to the back room she saw officer Jakoby and gave him a wide berth. Regardless of what Dorghu said or thought, Masha would never trust the orc cop. She could give him credit for the brave things he had done, but could not give him her trust. Maybe eventually, she reminded herself as she weaved through the crowd, she was after all an outsider the same as him. A traitor to her own race really, if she admitted it, but she shoved that train of thought aside and took another long drink as she stopped to talk to some of the boys while she waited for Jakoby’s little reporter girlfriend to be on her way out of the room where Dorghu and the others were.  Once she was gone Masha continued over to Dorghu, setting her drink on the table before dropping herself across his lap.

He laughed, deep and harsh, and buried his face in her neck as he groped at her backside with the hand that didn’t hold his beer.

She couldn’t help but laugh with him and pull his face up to meet hers in a kiss before she settled back against the arm of couch with a smile. “So are the cop and the reporter all happy now? We all just one, big, happy family?” Masha had just enough of a buzz to let her mouth be reckless.

Dorghu didn’t mind. He had given up trying to train her snark out of her some time ago, so instead he chuckled and took a drink of his beer.  “I want you to keep her close.” He saw the look she gave him and continued, “She’s been through a lot. We let her into our circle and let her see, but not everything. Show her.”

Masha sat up straighter, but kept her legs draped across his thighs. “Show her what?”

“How to be a part of this family.”

She scoffed, “Why me?”

He gave her a strange look before he pulled her up and sat her astride his lap. ”You know what you are don’t you? To me? To this clan?”

The buzz gone, chased away by the look on her lovers face, Masha could only stare back at him.

“You’re my partner Masha, in every sense of the word. I know that you will be there, for me and for them. We’ve seen the worst and the best and came out of it stronger, together. ” His hands gripped her hard around the waist and his golden eyes bore into hers with such intensity she feared to look away. “Orc or not. Blood or not. You are a part of this clan, and this clan is a part of you.” He leaned his forehead against hers and brushed a hand over the scars on her neck, “You are a part of me and I am a part of you.” His fingers trailed over her bare shoulder and down her arm to her wrist.

She let her gaze fall to his grip on her arm as he turned it over and brought her wrist to his lips. Her breath caught as he placed a kiss over a part of the tattoo he had traced with his fingers earlier that evening and then brought his gaze back to hers before he spoke.

“Blood or no blood, we are family.” Now his gaze followed her hand as it reached up to press against his scarred face.

Her voice was quiet but strong as ever, and her smile as wicked and confident as ever. “Blood or no blood, we are family.”

~~~~~~~

The End...For Now

Highly recommend you read my Jakoby fic Blood & Bylines as the two stories kind of go together. Thank you all so much for reading and all the support I was shocked to receive! I loved it all and more often than not it made my day! 

[kilojulietsierra]

Ok, Y’all tell me which story to post a new chapter for!!!!! VOTE!! Tell me what to write!!!

I am feeling very motivated to write but also very indecisive so I’m calling for a vote and you guys can decide what I post next. 

Chapter 12 (probably last chapter) of  Dark Side of Me - “Bright” (Dorghu x OFC)

Chapter 7 (Bonus Chapter/Epilogue) of Bloody & Bylines - “Bright” (Jakoby x Female Reader)

Chapter 6 of Let’s Just Call It Even - “Game of Thrones” (Bronn x OFC)

Chapter 3 (Final Chapter NSFW) or Beric Dondarrion & The Bear Island Girl (Beric Dondarrion x OFC)

A Sons of Anarchy one shot I have partway written somewhere (Happy x Female Reader)

Something else - open to suggestions!

Working a lot this week, including a double tomorrow, so will probably only have time to write on one project for the week. Whatever piece has the most votes by the time I get home from work Wednesday evening wins.  Most likely would post on Sunday. 

[kilojulietsierra]

Two months later...

Guess who finally has a new chapter to post!?!?!

Will post tonight so If you want to catch up or refresh your memory...

CLICK HERE (Link will take you CH 1 of Dark Side of Me on Ao3)

[kilojulietsierra]

I did a thing...

Ok, so while I was working on what is now going to be the final two chapters of Blood & Bylines I ended up with this idea for another, more Fogteeth centric, fic featuring Dorghu and a female OC. Thought I’d share a little piece I wrote for it today, it won’t be a part of the story but just a fun little teaser hopefully!

Things you need to know for this little bit 

Masha (human female OC) is a Russian immigrant, lived in the states long enough to be fluent and pretty Americanized. Understands Bodzvokhan and can speak it fairly well.  

Dorghu is Dorghu and understands Russian 

               Russian looks like this.         Orcish looks like this

Without further adieu....

Masha didn't jump when the door opened in the room behind her, she just watched him in the mirror as he walked up to the bathroom door and watched her. Masha pulled the shirt over her head, taking the opportunity to stretch, loosen the muscles in her back that always seemed to stiffen up after a day and night of work. She dropped the shirt in the hamper by the towel cupboard and stretched some more.

She saw where his eyes were focused as he walked up behind her, his rough fingers immediately moved to trace her tattoos lines and shading over her shoulder, down her back, over her ribs before he settled a heavy hand on her waist. His middle finger still traced the flow of ink over her hip. He stood behind her now, his chest against her back, the zipper of his leather jacket rubbed against her shoulder blades. “You know, I never understood this.” His other hand traced the tattoos on your left side. “Orcs, we grow up hating the colors and patterns of our skin…” His hands roamed, followed the varying outlines on your skin and all she could do was lean back into him. “Humans, elves, everyone hates us for it… but humans, you pay for this shit, to be done to you, willingly.”

His voice was harsh but his touch stayed light. Masha turned to look up at him over her shoulder, “Makes my skin not so boring, makes me unique, makes me like myself a little more.” She wrapped her hands around each of his wrists, bringing them to a stop over her hip bones. “You've never said you didn't like them before.” Her eyes moved back to the mirror, taking in the contrast of his dark blue/green skin against her own pale white.

His voice was lower and closer to her ear, “Never said I don’t like them.” His hands moved again, around the waistband of her yoga pants and then back up her sides. “I don’t like the hypocrisy.”  

“I know.” Masha turned around in his grasp, arching her spine slightly as he dug his fingers into her lower back. Her own hand, the right one, wrapped around the leather of his jacket while the other reached up to trace the scars on his face. “It’s just skin.”

He let out a long sigh, dropped his forehead against hers, “That’s all that matters to some.”

Foreheads still pressed together she slid her hands to the center of his chest, pushed his jacket open further and popped open the first few buttons of his shirt. She pressed her palm flat against his chest, skin on skin, “Yeah, well you know where I stand on the subject.” She pulled her forehead back from his, with one hand she tilted his head back so she could lay her forehead against his collarbone instead.

Dorghu spread his hands wide across your her back, “I know.” He pressed her smaller, leaner body tighter against his. He didn't say anything for a long time but eventually she felt his chest rise and fall in a deep breath. “I thought you were gonna change clothes.”

She chuckled and pulled back slightly, “I thought you were gonna wait downstairs.”

“Are you tellin’ me to get out?” He loosened his grip just slightly but did not let her go. Hands still around her waist, he rubbed his nose along her cheekbone to her ear, his tusks dragging along as he went.

“Can you keep your hands to yourself if you stay? ‘Cause we’re already running late and I do have to shower and change.”

He hummed against her ear, inhaled deeply and chuckled, “You know I can’t.” Dorghu rubbed his face against hers once more, coming to rest his mouth against hers in the awkward, rough, sloppy kiss she had grown so fond of over the past couple years. When he pulled back he paused to give her ass a good squeeze, “I’ll be downstairs.”  Without another word or even a glance over his shoulder he left the bedroom, closing the door behind him, leaving her to get changed for the party.

Well? Thoughts?

This won’t actually be apart of the story if it comes to be, it was just me brain dumping to see how much I actually liked it. Would love your opinions!

If you like this be sure to read the actual story here! - Dark Side of Me

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Tag List

So apparently “Tag Lists” are a thing!? Be nice, I’m still learning here lol 

@nonononononono-i-cant brought this to my attention! Thanks!

If you would like to be added to a list for Blood & Bylines (Jakoby x Reader) and/or Dark Side of Me (Dorghu x OC) Please let me know! I will gladly let y’all know when I post a new one here. Both are also up on Archives of Our Own so you can subscribe there as well! 

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Bright (2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dorghu (Bright)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Dorghu (Bright), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Mikey (Bright) Additional Tags: fogteeth, Action, Romance, Explicit Language, Organized Crime, Violence, Orcs, Interspecies Relationship(s), Russian, Orcish, Smut, Some Fluff, barely any plot Summary:

Masha is a young Russian immigrant that lands in LA. It doesn't take long before a random encounter, her unique attitude and certain skills get her involved with a local clan, the Fogteeth. As years go by she grows closer and closer to the clan, despite her race. The closer she gets the more peculiar her life becomes, but there's something about her "relationship" with Dorghu, the clan leader, she just can't get away from even if she wanted to.

[chelsfic]

This is how to write an OC, dang! Love this ❤

Dark Side of Me - Chapter One (Dorghu x Female OC)

So my original plan was to fiinish the last chapter of Blood & Bylines today… but then this happened. #sorrynotsorry 

Dorghu x Human Female OC with lots of Fogteeth. Takes place in same universe as Blood & Bylines so you might recognize a few characters and MAY see a crossover eventually. 

Each chapter takes place in a different year, basically watching it progress over several years through small windows in time. (Hopefully that makes sense.) Chapter One takes place several years before the events of Bright.

Darkside by Ty Dolla Sign & Future (feat Kiiara) = title inspo

“Orcish looks like this.”

“Russian looks like this.” 

Chapter One

The streets were still foreign to her and she wasn’t comfortable in the neighborhood yet. It was the only place she could afford and relatively close to her new job. That was the big selling point because she didn’t have a car, and didn’t want to spend precious money on buses or taxis. Although, now, in the dark, as she walked down sidewalks she didn’t recognize, she couldn’t help but think maybe the bus fare would have been worth it.

She kept her pace steady, head up and eyes forward as she walked but at the next intersection she had to stop and check her phone. Everything looked different at night and she had to admit, the thought of being truly lost here was not something she was ready to handle just yet. The map on her phone seemed to take forever to load, and while it did she looked around. A sound, louder than the music in her ear buds, down the street to her left, made her jump. A group of orcs stood on the next corner, drinking and laughing. They weren’t all that frightening but she was still relieved when the map on her phone finally loaded and she saw that there was another block to go before she would turn on the street towards her apartment building.

The orcs down the street quieted down when she entered the cross walk, she knew they could see her even in the dark. About halfway across the street they started up their conversation again and she relaxed a little. She still turned the volume of her music down. Their voices faded away behind her as she made her way down the next block, but a new noise made itself known. Heavy footsteps on dirty pavement. 

Without a look back Masha stretched her stride out but tried not to change her pace enough to be noticeable. The steps behind her however, they did speed up.

As carefully as she could she pulled out her ear buds and wrapped them around her phone. She ried not to make any big movements as she slipped the phone in the pocket of her jacket and zipped the pocket. The steps were right behind her, just a few feet away and she sucked in a deep breath before she spun on her heel and faced whoever followed her. In front of her stood an orc, over six feet, thick and bulky, one tusk shorter than the other. He snarled and took a step towards her.

“What do you want?”

Her Russian threw him for a loop and his smile grew as he took another step closer, “You not from here sweetie? Sounds like you’re a long way from home.”

She stared, indignant but confused, she could only understand a few words. “What do you want? Why are you following me?”

Now he only snarled and advanced. Masha was on the defensive but did not understand what the orc had said. Maybe he wasn’t a threat. He certainly looked like a threat though. Especially when he struck out and backhanded her across the face.

Masha gasped slightly as she threw her hands out to catch herself against the brick wall. Before the bite of the abrasive material even registered in her mind her face was smashed against the wall and a huge weight pressed up behind her. “What the fuck? Get off of me you ugly cunt with ears!”

He smashed her further into the wall, “Go ahead and beg. Won’t do you any good.” The brick dug into her face as she steadied her breath and assessed her situation. She struggled and clawed at him behind her back until he gave up and wrapped her neck in a choke hold. “Shut up you little skank.”

He didn’t know it but he had made a big mistake when he put her in a choke hold. Immediately in her head a timer started. Five seconds. She wedged her hands into the crook of his elbow and tucked her chin. Four seconds. Masha pushed back, fought to keep her back straight. Three seconds. She finally had enough distance to get a foot on the wall. Two seconds. Her eyes clamped shut, air sucked in through her nose, she walked both her feet up the wall and pushed back as hard as she could before she kicked her knees up hard towards the sky and then dropped her whole body weight towards the ground.

His hold loosened with her sudden motion and she gasped in as much air as possible, another second and she would have blacked out,  but she wasn’t free yet. With a growl of her own and a stretch she wrapped her lean leg behind his the size of a small tree. As fast as she could she turned herself 180 degrees, still in the head lock but now she faced the opposite direction. She drove an elbow into his ribs, braced a hand against his armpit and jerked his arm as hard as she could across her body.  

Even with the massive size difference the orc lost his balance, fell back over her leg and fell to the ground so hard that his head bounced of the curb.

Masha didn’t pause, she took the opportunity to twist and lock his wrist before she began to put the metaphorical boots to his kidneys.

Her attacker grunted and growled and dug in the waistband of his sweats with his free hand and jerked a 9mm handgun free.

Her focus shifted to the gun and she grabbed for it, used the awkward angle to her advantage. She grabbed the gun with with the hand that didn’t have his wrist in a lock and shifted her weight to deliver a kick to his opposite elbow. Within the blink of an eye the orc found himself on the ground, gasping for air, with his own gun pointed at his face. Masha took three, deliberate steps back. Her eyes jumped to the end of the street where the group of orcs from earlier now stood. “All of you just stay away!” She turned the gun from the group, to the orc on the ground and back.

The orcs down the street advanced. “I said stay away!” She reached up and racked the slide pack on the pistol, a shell now sat in the chamber.

One of the orcs in the group moved to the front, slowly pulled his hands from the pockets of his leather jacket. “Easy. Do you speak English? English?”

The orcs use of Russian caught her attention. Her eyes jumped to the orc in front of her, still gasping for air, then back to the one that had addressed her. “Some. Not good.”

He nodded, hands still held out to the sides, “Bodzvokhan? You know Bodzvokhan?”

Now Masha was very shocked, “Umm, yes, more than English.” She took the guns sight off of him and pointed it back to the orc that had attacked her, “You speak Russian?” The orc down the street nodded. She relaxed a little at being able to use her own language. “Is he one of yours?”

“No, see our clothes.” He pointed to his own jacket and to the jerseys and shirts of the four men around him, then he pointed to the orc still panting, wide eyed on the ground in between them. “He’s not wearing our colors. Not a member of our clan.”

Slowly Masha nodded, “Why are you here? You were down the street, why did you come? What do you want?”

“Slow down. I can’t understand when you talk that fast.”  The orc down the street took a cautious step forward, hands still spread wide so she could see.

Masha took a deep breath, “Why you came?”

“Heard a woman yelling. What kind of orc would I be if we didn’t come check?”

Masha nodded, on edge again though.

“If you let me, my guys can handle him.” He chuckled dryly then added, “Looks like you did a pretty good job on your own though.” The orcs on either side of him laughed with him, deep, rough laughs.

“Okay.” Masha nodded, but took another step back.

Two orcs from either side of him waked forwards, grabbed the attacker by each shoulder and hauled him to his feet. He spit curses and insults non-stop as they drug him away and around the corner of the nearest alley. 

Their apparent leader stepped closer, almost right in front of her now. “Are you okay?” He relaxed his shoulders when she nodded, “What’s your name.”

Her eyes darted from him to the two remaining orcs at his sides. “Masha.”

“Masha. How long have you been in the states Masha?”

She couldn’t help but stare at the scars that covered the entire right side of his face. “Four…um months. Four months.”

“Looks like you can handle yourself just fine, but if you need help… or get into any trouble again, tell them you’re friends with me. Dorghu. Me and my family will watch out for you if you need us to.” When she didn’t say anything, the orc leader, Dorghu, asked in her own language, “Understand?”

She nodded, the gun finally hung limp at her side, her finger rested above the trigger not on it. “Yes. Dorghu. Who is your… family?”

He pointed to a patch on his jacket, “Fogteeth.”

She repeated the word in Russian, “Fogteeth.”

Dorghu nodded, “You know how to use that?” He nodded in the general direction of the handgun.

Masha smiled, a crooked, snarky grin with narrowed eyes to match. With ease and sure hands she held the gun up between them, muzzle pointed across the street and up towards the sky. She dropped the magazine from the gun, caught it in her left hand, aimed the gun at a streetlight to her left, squeezed off the round she had chambered. Glass shattered to the ground and sparks flew as the light bulb exploded. She turned back to Dorghu, slammed the magazine back into the grip and racked the slide as she had before to chamber a round. She flipped the safety on with her thumb and smiled, “I know enough.”

Dorghu looked over his shoulder to his friends and nodded, all chuckling. “Yes you do.” He turned back to Masha, “Get home safe.”

Masha gave a small smile and nodded. She walked down the street and made the corner, never quite comfortable enough to turn her back on the group of orcs.

Back around the corner Dorghu turned to his boys, the sounds of body blows and grunts echoed from the alley behind them, “Follow her, carefully. Make sure she gets home. I want to know where she lives and where she works.”

“Sure Boss.” The two orcs took off the way Masha had went, at a much more leisurely pace.

The next evening, around the same time, the same two orcs lumbered into a large dive bar in their neighborhood. They made their way through the bar towards the office in the back. “Boss?” The taller of the two straightened his jacket and knocked on the door.

“It’s open.” Dorghu sat in an over sized leather chair behind an old metal desk. “Tolar, Cotton.” The clan leader threw his cell phone down on the desk, watched as it slid across a stack of papers.

“We followed that girl, the little Russian one from last night.” Tolar, the one with the jacket stepped further into the office. “Lives in that apartment building over on VIsta Mar. Works in some little chain gym a few streets from here.”

“Teaches some sort of classes. Was there most of the day.” The smaller orc pulled the gold chain out from under his shirt.

“I teach several classes, kickboxing, yoga, cycling, krav-maga.” The three orcs startled at the sound of Mashas voice from down the hall. She appeared in the door, still in her gym clothes, duffle bag over her shoulder, “Maybe I should teach class on stalking as well.”

Dorghu looked from her to his two soldiers, rolled his eyes and then growled, “You two, out, now!” They did as they were told and walked out the door, past Masha. Dorghu shook his head then waved her in. “How long did you know they were following you.”

“Last night.” Masha crossed her arms over her chest. “Why?”

“You handled that orc last night pretty well. Part of me wanted to make sure you made it home safe, part of me wanted to know where a girl like you learns to fight like that.” He paused for a moment. “Understand?”  When she nodded he continued, “You said you taught some fighting at the gym, that where you learned?”

Masha shifted her weight from one hip to the other, “My brother. He fights MMA. I learn from him.”

Dorghu nodded, rocked back in his chair. “He taught you well.” He watched her nod and stare back at him, icey blue eyes narrow and unwavering. “How much you make there?”

Her eyes squinted, “Money?”

He nodded, “How much do they pay you?”

“Enough.”

Dorghu grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the desk and lit one, then held it towards Masha who shook her head. “We can pay you better.”

Here eyes remained narrowed, beyond skeptical, “Pay me to do what?”

“Don’t worry, nothing bad. Need another bartender, think you would be perfect.”

“Why? Because I look good in tight jeans and tank tops?”

“Because I watched you lay out an orc twice your size.” He stood up from his chair and tood a drag off the cigarette, “Because you can handle a gun, because you don’t back down.” He walked up to stand next to her by the office door. “The fact that you’re attractive is just good for business.”

Masha stood her ground, stared him down, even though he was a good foot taller than her.

“I’m sure you could use the extra money, make some friends, learn English.” He looked down at her, smoke rolled out of his slanted nostrils, “Yes or no, darlin’?”

Masha stood squared up to Dorghu, sized him up, “Yes.”

He nodded, blew another stream of smoke out into the air above her head, “Good. C’mon.” He held his arm out through the office door, “Mikel!” Dorghu ushered Masha out the door and into the main barroom, “Mikel!”

A tall, abnormally lean orc behind the bar looked their way, “Yeah boss.”

“This is Masha, she’s going to be working here. Her English isn’t so good but she understands Bodzvokhan. Show her what she needs to know.”

The orc bartender nodded and came out from behind the bar and shook Mashas hand, “Mikel.”

She took it and smiled up at him, “Masha.”

“Nice to meet you. I’ll take care of her boss, get her set up.”

Dorghu nodded and turned to Masha, “Mikel is a good boss, good orc, he will take care of you. You need anything, tell him or one of my guys.”

“You, you don’t own the bar?” Her eyes were back to that skeptical glare they’d had a few moments ago.

The clan leader chuckled and raised his cigarette to his mouth again, “I do and I don’t. Stick around, pay attention, you’ll learn a lot.”

Masha nodded and turned to walk with Mikel towards the back room but she stopped and stared at the floor for a minute. Then, she turned back to Dorghu, blue eyes soft once again, “Thank you.”

She meant it for both the night before and the job. Dorghu knew that.

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Dark Side of Me - Chapter Ten (Dorghu x OC)

This is where this story and my other Bright fic��Blood & Bylines start to intersect. If you haven’t read that yet you should! 

Fun Fact: that story may not be as “finished” as I may have led you all to believe. 

Orcish is bold.

Chapter Nine can be read here

Chapter Ten

“I don’t want you goin’ anywhere by yourself until this all plays out.” Dorghu murmured into her hair.

Masha shifted her position a little and moved her head further onto his chest. “Is it going to do me any good to argue?”

He chuckled and pulled her tighter against him, “None.” His fingers trailed up and down her back under the shirt she still wore.  “I want you in an Escalade with two of the guys.” He paused and watched her hand as it scratched idly at the pale patch of skin on his bare torso. “At least until things settle down.” He continued to watch her hand, “You aren’t going to argue?”

“No, I’ll complain… but I’m not going to argue.” She braced herself up on her elbows and stared up at him. “What you saw last night, I can’t even imagine and …” she crawled up until they were face to face, her hovering over his, “I don’t want to get beat up by mexicans again, or… hell, something worse than mexicans from the sound of it.”

Dorghu glared at her, “Don’t say shit like that.” He reached up and dug his hand into her hair and held her, staring at her for a minute before bringing her down for a deep, slow kiss.  When they pulled apart he scented the air and immediately groaned., “We better get out of bed or I’m never going to get anything done.” He pulled her back in for another rougher kiss and a smack on the ass before he rolled off the bed and did up his jeans and belt that he had only managed to pull up to around his waist. After he straightened out his shirt he looked back at Masha and groaned again.

“What?” She had rolled onto her back and stretched out in the place he had vacated.

He shook his head, “C’mon Devochka, get up, get dressed.” He chuckled but stopped as soon as she stood up and stripped the jersey off. He continued to watch her as she pulled on her ratty jeans and worn out hoodie she had been wearing when he found her at his kitchen table the night before.

He was still staring when she padded across the carpet and directly past him, only to stop in the doorway and look at him pointedly, “Come on, shit to do, remember.”

When he made it downstairs he found her finishing another cup of coffee, with a smug smirk on her face.  He didn’t comment, only walked to the chair where he had hung his leathers the night before. While he straightened his collar and necklace he watched her intently, “I’ll follow you to your place and have Dominik and Ryon meet you there.” He caught the eye roll and walked up behind her. “I am going to have enough shit to worry about in the foreseeable future. I cannot be distracted worrying about you too.”

Masha turned around in front of him and nodded, “I understand.” She smiled a little, “Still going to complain about it though.”

“Of course you are.” Dorghu leaned his forehead against hers. “Keep an eye on Mikey while he’s at the bar.”

“You know I will.”

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When Masha walked through the front door of the bar Nessa looked up and smiled, “There you are!” She froze for a second, “And you have… shadows.”     

Masha walked up to lean across the bar counter, “Yes I do. Why don’t you give them a couple drinks so maybe they can relax a little.” Masha circled around to stand behind the bar while Nessa fixed Dominik and Ryon up with a beer each.

At the other end of the bar Masha filled herself a vodka and sprite as Nessa came to stand next to her. Her friend scented the air on reflex and stopped in her tracks. Masha watched as the female orc scented the air again and then rushed forward with a huge smile on her face, “Please tell me this means you and Dorghu are… good again.”

“What?” Masha whispered back, “I took a shower before I came.”

Nessa giggled, the pale lines across her face blushing a little, “No just that you are happier, more relaxed, less pain.” Nessa looked over her shoulder at the two orcs now sitting at the bar, “That and the personal bodyguards over there.” Masha rolled her eyes and took a long pull from the drink she had made which only made Nessa chuckle more, “And yes you smell like him and sex. One shower doesn’t cut it sweetie.”

Masha decided to down the rest of her drink in one go and make herself another, “This is my life now. Come to America they said. It will be fun they said.”

“If you’re going to mutter under your breath at least do it in a language I can understand.”

Masha glared at her friend but could not hold it for long and eventually smiled back, “Yes, I feel better, yes I think he and I are good again. Is everything been ok here? Mikey around still?”

Nessa nodded, “He’s in the back. Everything here is fine, but everyone in the neighborhood is talking about last night. Nobody really knows what happened other than it isn’t good.” She threw another glance towards the enforcers Dorghu had tasked with babysitting Masha. “Apparently you know more than the rest of us.”

With a sigh Masha leaned against the back counter and watched a few maintenance workers come through the front door. “It’s not good.” She took another sip of her second drink and nodded towards the new customers, “Nessa, go home with Tolar tonight okay? If he is busy I will take you home.” She tried not to let her voice sound to foreboding but Nessa knew too well.

“Okay.” Her cheery voice was flat now, “Are you here till close?”

“Me, Mikey and my personal bodyguards.” Masha forced a smile and Nessa returned it.

In the office Masha sat at the desk and opened the laptop, swigging from her vodka and Sprite while she waited for the LA Times website to load. No wands, no brights, no prophecies, no plans to raise the dark lord.  A couple gang shootings and one house fire. Four dead cops, a dead sheriff's deputy and two of LAPD’s finest to be awarded medals in a ceremony later next week.

Masha leaned back in her chair and chewed at the thick ring she wore on her thumb, “The less you know the more soundly you sleep.”

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Mikey looked far less than awake when he fumbled down the stairs.

“Dare I say good morning?” Masha peered at him over her coffee cup as he made his way into the kitchen.

“I am done with school already. Is that bad?”

Masha chuckled and watched him poor a cup of coffee, which he never drink, “Considering you have barely finished your first week? Yes.”

He took a drink of the coffee Masha had made and twisted up his face, only to take a second drink. “Masha, can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure kid. What’s up?”

Mikey shuffled over to the table and sat in the chair across from her, “I was uh… I was wondering if I could take your Caddy to school today.” He made another attempt at drinking the coffee he had poured himself.

With a skeptical eye she looked him over. The boy hadn’t even had energy to put a shirt on yet, he sat across from her in a pair of baggy gym shorts and had one elbow propped on the table holding his head up. “That depends. Why do you want to take my car?”

He sighed deeply, “Because there’s a girl.”

“Of course there is.” Masha chuckled but stopped when he looked at her pleadingly.

“There’s a girl, and we’re both seniors so we’re allowed to go off campus for lunch.” He paused like he hoped she would fill  in the rest of the blanks for him. She didn’t. “She, her Dad is clan and she knows who my Dad is and everything.” He paused again, this time for a yawn. “And I don’t know, I guess I just want to impress her.”

Masha stared at him for several moments, enjoying her coffee and the young mans discomfort, until Dorghu came down the stairs, doing up the cuffs of his shirt as he walked. He looked up to say good morning but seemed to change his mind, “What’s going on here?”

“You’re son wants to take my car to school today.”

Dorghu hummed as he walked by, “Why?”

“A girl.” Masha smiled at the dirty look he shot her.

“And why does this mean he needs your car?” Dorghu looked them over while he buttoned the front of his shirt.

“I think he wants to take her to lunch in a fancy car so he can make a good impression.”

His father looked to Mikey, “Is she an orc?”

Mikey furrowed his brow, “Does it matter?” He even looked to Masha as if it helped him make his point.

“No but you answering my question does.”

The younger orc sighed, “Yes, she is. Her dad is clan but he’s - he’s not gang. She knows I’m your son and she’s from the neighborhood so she, she knows and she- she, I think she… I really like her.”

Dorghu contemplated for a moment, arms crossed against his broad chest  and his stance wide. “Bring her to the party tonight.”

Masha saw the momentary panic flash across Mikey’s eyes and she jumped in, “If she wants to.” She turned her attention to Dorghu, “Your parties can be a little overwhelming to eighteen year old girls, regardless of their race.”

Dorghu snorted and grabbed his leather jacket and cut off the hook by the back door, he looked over both of them as he walked through the kitchen and grabbed his keys and cigarettes off the counter before he leaned down to Masha’s ear, “Ryon and Dom will be here soon, I will see you tonight.” He rubbed his face against her neck for a second and then stood up straight, “Let him take the car if you want. Tell this girlfriend of yours she is welcome to come to the party with you tonight, if she wants.” Dorghu thumped his son on the back with a heavy hand as he walked towards the front door.

Mikey dropped his head down on the table and grumbled loudly, “She’s not my girlfriend!”

Masha laughed softly as she stood up from the table and dumped what remained of his coffee cup into her own, “Not yet you mean.” She patted him on the back, “Go get ready for school. You will have to stop and put gas in my car on the way.”

Mikey pulled his head up from the table and smiled, his pale skin blushed across his cheekbones, “Thank you Masha.”

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Masha checked herself over in the mirror one last time before she grabbed one of her favorite leather jackets out of the closet and shrugged it on as she walked out the bedroom door. She straightened out her hair and necklaces on her way down the stairs but froze a few steps from the bottom when someone knocked on the front door.

Ryon hefted himself up off the couch, gun in hand and walked to the door. He glanced out one of the front windows and then quickly shoved the handgun in the back of his jeans. “Shit, Mash get down here.” He unlocked the door and swung it open as Masha hurried across the living room.  She froze when she saw who was standing on Dorghu’s front porch.

“Lacee?” Masha stared for a moment before her reflexes kicked in, “Jesus sweetheart what the hell happened.” Masha grabbed her as Ryon tugged her gently in the front door and locked the door behind them.

The young girl was pale and wrapped in a zippered hoodie that was two sizes, her hair a mess and her right eye was puffy and dark. She didn’t say anything but shuffled towards Masha and fell into her. Masha wrapped her arms around the girl and held her as she sobbed into her chest, the small piece of resolve that had been holding her together broke loose and she cried.

Over Lacees shoulder Masha and Ryon shared a look but said nothing.

Slowly, Masha ushered Lacee to the couch and sat her down, kneeling in front of her, hands on either side of her face. “C’mon sweetie, you gotta breathe.” Lacee’s sobs continued but scattered among them were gasps of air that showed she was trying to get herself together. “Ryon, call D tell him I’m not gonna make it. And start a pot of coffee.”

Several minutes later, Masha still knelt on the floor, Lacee started to run out of steam. “Can you talk?” When Lacce wiped at her running nose and nodded Masha moved to sit beside her.  She ran a hand over her face, careful to keep her rings from catching in Lacees hair. “Lacee, what happened? Why are you here? Who did this?”

After a few shaky breaths Lacee fisted her hands in the sleeves of the grungy hoodie. “My boyfriend.” her voice cracked and a sob escaped. “I uh, I told him- told him I… I found out I was pregnant…”

Masha sucked in a breath, “Jesus Christ Lacee…”

Something between a laugh and a sob racked her body, “I uh, guess he...guess he wasn’t all that excited.” The tears started again, “I didn’t even see it comin’ Masha.” She collapsed into Masha again, sobbing.

Masha held her while she let the crying take over again and turned slightly to look at Ryon. He stood in the kitchen doorway, snarling and the muscles in his arms rolling as he clenched un unclenched his fists. Her attention back on Lacee Masha stroked her hair, “Lacee, hon, I gotta ask; have you gone to a doctor yet?”  She took the more forceful sobs as a no.  “Okay, it’s okay sweetie. I’m gonna take you to an ER get you checked out.”

Lacee nodded against her shoulder. “Can I- can I clean up a little bit first?” She sniffed, loud and wet.

“Yeah. Listen sweetie first, I need you to tell me who this guy is.” When Lacee stared at her wide, wet eyes blank with confusion Masha elaborated. “I know you moved to Santa Barbara with someone but I need his name, address.”

Lacee shuddered and wiped at her makeup smeared face again, “Why?”

Masha sighed and rubbed her hand over Lacees back, “When you check into the ER you’re gonna tell them the truth about what happened, but you are not going to tell them who or press charges. Understand?”

She gave a slight nod but she was still confused.

“We are going to take care of him. Okay?” Masha looked over her, “He’s going to pay for this. Men that treat women like this get worse than they give.” Behind her Ryon snarled again, a wicked smile on his face.

It took a couple minutes but Lacee did finally nod and wipe her face one last time before she sat up straighter. “My phone is in my car. His address is with his phone number. It’s under uh… under Jason.” She fought down another sob that threatened to escape, “Jason with three little, purple hearts next to it.”

Masha nodded and squeezed Lacees hand, “Okay. C’mon, let’s get you in the shower quick and get you taken care of.” She stood up and pulled Lacee with her, “Upstairs, guest bathroom is second on the left. I’ll bring you some clothes in a minute.” Masha stood in the middle of the living room and watched Lacee carefully climb the stairs, the hoodie falling off one of her bare, bruised shoulders. With venom in her throat Masha turned to Ryon, “You reach out, send some of our guys if you have to, but I want that fucker beat into the goddamned ground, pissed on and buried in the bottom of some hooker alley dumpster. You understand me?”

When Ryon looked her up and down he did it with a smile on his face and a  low, rumbling chuckle, “Yes ma’am.”

“Make the calls then follow us to the Urgent Care and Oslo.” Masha started up the stairs.

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The ER waiting room was empty and quiet except for Masha and the Magnum P.I. reruns on the outdated tv mounted in the corner. Masha sat with her legs and arms crossed, slouched back in the cheap, mass produced chairs. She alternated between staring at the grainy tv picture and the admissions clerk playing on her phone behind the bullet resistant glass.

One of the nurses had taken Lacee back almost two hours ago now, two Magnum episodes, and Masha was starting to get antsy. She snapped her head to the side when she heard the hiss of the automatic doors sliding open. The look on Ryons face did nothing to calm her nerves.

Behind the glass the clerk perked up at the site of the admittedly terrifying orc in his gang colors. Masha ignored her and focused on Ryon, “What?”

He walked closer, phone still held halfway up to his ear, “Marcus called. Cops raided the party.”

Masha stood up, arms dropped to her sides, “Mother fucker… Who?”

Ryon stepped closer, tilted his head down and lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in the whole building that could probably understand them. “JJ, Darren, Otto, Jozeph… Rusty...Dom. Warrants on Dom and JJ, other four parole violations.”

Masha forced down the urge to hit something, “Complete fucking horse shit. What else?”

“Marcus said they just came for warrants, grabbed the others, broke up the party.” He must have saw the look on her face, “Kids had already left, Nessa was at work, reporter chick was there but To got her out… Boss has been clear for years girly, they got nothin’ to grab him on even if they wanted to.”

“I know… I know. Shit.” She paced some more and glared at the receptionist until she went back to whatever game she had been playing on her phone. Masha turned back to Ryon, “Go. I’ll stay with Lacee, take her to the house when she’s done.” He looked skeptical, “Go, I’m fine.”

Ryon finally let his hand that held the phone fall back to his side but did not move to leave.

“What?”

“I don’t know if it means anything or not… but one of the cops, was that orc cop.”

Masha took a deep breath and let her head roll back and to the side in exasperation, “Of course it fucking was.” She forced herself to take another deep breath and then shoved her hands in her jacket pockets. “Get out of here, go help handle this shit. Tell Dorghu I’ll work on getting bail together.”

Her bodyguard still looked unsure of leaving her and Lacee alone but both he and Masha knew he had more important places to be. “You carrying?”

“In the car.” They nodded to each other and the doors hissed again as Ryon left.

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Chapter 11 is up!

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Dark Side of Me - Chapter Seven (Dorghu x OC)

Violence! and Racial Slurs! You have been warned!!!

Russian and Orcish

Fogteeth stuff and an appearance by Mikey!

Chapter Seven

Masha shuffled into the office around 3:30 am and squinted at Mikel who still sat at the desk, a thick laptop and a notebook full of nearly illegible numbers in front of him. “Hey girl.”

“Hey Mikel.” She walked over to the small employee fridge and pulled out a bottle of water before she hopped up to sit on the counter behind him. “Shouldn’t you have left like a long time ago?” She cracked the bottle open and drank a third of it before she stopped for air.

He tapped a few keys, slow and uncoordinated with his over sized fingers, then swiveled the chair around to face her. “Well, I had some work I needed to get done… and I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh?” She ran a hand through her currently untamed hair.

“Yeah.” Mikel pulled his glasses off and dropped them on the desk behind him. He watched her, waited her to finish stretching her arms high above her head. “Masha, I want you to run the bar for me.”

Masha stared at him dully, her eyes foggy and tired. “What do you mean?”

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You’ve been here longer than anyone I’ve ever hired, you’re a hard worker, smart, tough enough to handle the… specific clientele we cater to, you know everyone, everyone loves you, respects you.” Mikel paused and looked her over again, “Every time I see you, you’re exhausted. How long can you work all day at the gym and all night here?”

She leaned back against the wall, swung her feet, letting them bounce off the cupboards below her. “As long as I have to.”

Her employer scratched at his pale, bluish green forearm, “Take this job, be the manager here, work normal hours, get paid more.” His eyes locked on hers and waited for them to focus, “Handle the books and I’ll split my cut with you.”

That caught her attention. She laughed, dry and sarcastic, and took another drink of the water bottle. “Dorghu won’t allow it.”

“He already did. Thinks it’s a great idea, even agreed to up our percentage. We’d both make more money.” The well used, wooden chair squeaked as he shifted his weight, “He trusts you, obviously, and so do I. You can still work behind the bar if you want, keep your tips, you’d just have more responsibility.” What he didn’t mention about that responsibility was that it was prosecutable as a federal offense and it would most likely land her in prison and eventually back in Russia. “You’d be compensated for it though.”

Masha continued to bounce her feet off the cupboard doors and drink her water. When her water was empty she screwed the cap back on and tossed it in the garbage next to Mikels desk. “So, I’d what? Place orders, handle deliveries, hire, fire, write paychecks and cook the books? Conceal money for a criminal organization and pour cheap beer, livin’ the dream.” She dropped her head back against the wall with a snort. Almost immediately she sighed, “I’m sorry Mikel, I did not mean it like that.”

He smiled at her, his eyes almost fluorescent, “I know. You’re tired. Which is why you should take this job Masha.”

Masha looked at her boss. “I’m not an orc Mikel. I’m not clan.”

“Which makes you perfect.” His smile turned conspiratorial. “Even more perfect.”

“Do you think I can do it?”

“Dorghu said you knew, and didn’t say anything. For quite awhile. Why?”

Masha sighed deeply again. Leaned her elbows on her knees, mirroring Mikel. “I came to the states because my parents were dead and my brother was here.” She fought to swallow a bitter lump in her throat. “I’ve seen him once, since I moved here, in person. A handful of times on the TV… This is my family. You don’t rat on family. You protect family.”

“Even if most of your new family are violent, dangerous, criminals with questionable morals?” His tone was serious but soft.

Masha snickered, “Especially then.”

Mikel laughed with her. “Take the job Masha.”

She pulled her legs up to sit cross legged on the counter, elbows on her knees. With a huff she rubbed her hands over her face and stared at the floor.

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Taking a break from work stuff to write for a little while.