My lassie (Gonner x Fem! Reader)

Isis

School was boring. Just a normal day. It had been a week since what happened. You were wearing a knee brace and bandages all on your arms. People at school started to give you attention about it which was just weird in your opinion.

    "Y/N!" A voice called out to you in the halls. "Hey Y/N wait up!"

     You turned around to see a goth girl with strange hair looking back at you. Dixie Grimm. You had never talked to her before but she was one of the most popular girls in school after suffering a 'tragic accident'.

     "Oh, hi Dixie." You replied. "What's up?"

       "Nothing. Just wanted to know if you wanted to come over to my house today after school." Dixie asked.

       "Oh! Uh... sure? But I can't stay for long, I have plans around 6pm..." You responded. Why was Dixie Grimm wanting me to come over to her house tonight? Weird. Anyways you didn't necessarily want to, you just didn't want to be rude and Dixie gave off a lot of red flags. The kind where you would regret upsetting her.

During social studies you had to write about a person from history who had an interesting life story. You told your teacher that you had no idea who to do. You weren't that invested in history.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. I just emailed you a website about someone you can research. I had a student do him last year and it turned out fantastic!" Mr. Nitman, your teacher, told you.

"Class!" He then shouted out to the entire class. "I have emailed each of you a list of people you can do if you do not know who to do."

"Thank god." Dixie, who sat next to you, whispered. She then looked at you and said "I had no idea who to do!" And giggled. You fake laughed politely but were confused. Why the hell is Dixie pretending we're friends? I've never even talked to the girl!

The leaves crunched under your feet and the crisp air hit your face. You were walking over to Dixies house to work on your research project. You finally arrived at the large mansion. It was big and white with black detailing and roofing. When you knocked, a tall, slender man with a balding head and small glasses answered the door.

"Oh! Hello! You must be Dixies friend, Y/N!" He smiled.
"Yes, and I'm here to work on a research project with her." You replied.
"Ok! Well, please don't go to the room on the left there," he said pointing to a door. "that is my autopsy room, and the smell that emits from there is 'sickening'." He said.
You nodded and headed up to Dixies room. When you walked in you found Dixie already on her computer, typing away.

"Oh! Hi Y/N! Just thought I'd get a little work done before you came over." Dixie said.
"Cool." You replied, taking a seat on her bed and stretching open your laptop. "Who did you decide to do?" You asked.

"Oh, I don't know. Some Egyptian girl named Isis. How about you?" She replied.
"I'm not sure yet. Probably just whoever Mr. Nitman emailed to me." You said. You then opened up your email and clicked on the email from Mr. Nitman.

Gonner the Poet
Gonner the Poet, previously known as Gonner the Pirate, was an Irish-English poet and pirate. This famous courser abandoned his trade and devoted his life to poetry.

Gonner was born sometime in the early 1500's. His parents abandoned him and from a young age he had to fend for himself. Then, he was picked up by a group of pirates who took him in like family.

This roguish boy stole and lied, but tended to say that he never liked it much. He always stuck to his story that all he ever wanted to do, ever since he heard poetry, was be a poet.