Modern Monsters

Fyniz the Orc

Female Reader x Male Monster

You work for a temp agency and recently you've been working at the front desk of a fashion company. All day long beautiful and glamorous people strut back and forth in front of your desk. Girls with long, skinny legs click-clack in heels that only accentuate their long skinny legs. Men race around half naked as they rush between photo shoots and fittings. All of them polished and primed and gorgeous.

What's worse is that fact that most of the people you deal with are so nice. It's easy to hate someone for being so jaw-dropping gorgeous, but when they actually knew your name and tell you good morning it's almost too much. How dare they be beautiful and kind? Who the fuck ever heard of such a thing? The Devil Wears Prada fucking lied to you.

Well, you work there anyway. You take phone calls, you schedule appointments, you run errands. At least on the errands, you get to escape for a bit. You get to remember there are actual people in the world and not just angels. You feel like such a gremlin behind that front desk. Short, squat, awful hair, thick glasses. You hate it and because they're nice you can fault them anything. You just have to sit there and bare it.

The original designer of the company is returning after a leave of absence so the place has been all abuzz about it. There are rumors going around that he left because of a mental break down after he caught his fiance in bed with his rival. Some others say he tried to kill himself. You also heard mention of drug or alcohol addiction. You really weren't sure what to believe.

You didn't know what to expect from this designer other than that fact his name was Fyniz. You weren't sure what to keep your eyes open for one the day of his return. You just sat at the desk and went over things in the calendar. That day was mostly empty so Fyniz could adjust on his first day back. You always try to be the first one in the office, that way you can get the coffee machines turned on and ready as well as lay out the interaries and whatever else needed to be done.

So when the elevator dinged open not long after you arrived you were stunned. Out of the doors came an Orc, he was tall and broad shoulders, long braid wrapped around his head like a turban. He was dressed in just a white shirt and jeans. He certainly didn't look like he belonged here.

"Sir, are you lost?" You ask.

He glances at you and her smirks. "You're the new girl."

You don't feel new, the temp agency placed you here about a month ago. "I guess that's true but uhm...can I help you?"

He walks up to my desk and he chuckles. "I'm Fyniz."

"Oh!" You cup your hand over your mouth, afraid the noise you made was too shrill. "Oh, Mr. Fyniz, I'm sorry! I didn't know I-"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. I get that a lot actually." He looks you over. "You know, you have very striking eyes."

Your face begins to burn. "Oh...what?" You touch your glasses.

"With a better frame you wouldn't even have to wear eyeliner." He tilts his head as he looks at you. "Cute lips too."

You suck your lips into your mouth. "No, you're just-"

"I don't just anything," he smirks at you. "Is the coffee ready?"

"Yes," you gasp. "You just gotta turn it on."

He nods to you, walking away from the front desk. You don't see him for the rest of the day after that. He either stays in his office or in the fitting room with the models. You can't get what he said out of your mind. Your eyes, your lips, surely he was just making conversation.

The evening, as you finish up work after everyone is left, you clean up the coffee machines and get them ready for the next day.

"Still here, bright eyes?"