The green warm wall

Alien x fem!reader || sfw, meet cute

When you meet your alien husband, things weren't going so well for you. The intergalactic spaceship had to be completely evacuated due to some kind of invasion. You were trying to lay low in the new planet, but wearing your niqab that wasn't always possible.

You were walking around, trying to find a place that accepted humans, which wasn't always a guarantee when you were in outer space. Even aliens knew humans were kinda shitty, and you couldn't agree more with that, but it played against you right there.

You turned a corner and collided with a big orange wall. A wall that moved and screamed something in your direction. You looked around trying to decipher if he was screaming at you. Apparently he was, but you couldn't understand. The evacuation took place before you could get the translation chip, fuck. But before you realized, a big green alien appeared behind you, screaming back at the orange one. You ran out of there as fast as you could, hiding in the shadows of a near building.

You stood there for a few minutes, trying to see if the two aliens had left. When you felt sure enough, you walked out of there and collided with a green warm wall. What?

"You again? You should look where you are going." He admonished in your own human language. You were so surprised you could just gape at him. His smile was so bright and so big you thought he looked like the sun. "What happened, cat got your tongue?" His smirk was even prettier.

That woke you up from your daydreaming. "Who are you? Why do you speak humanoid?" You were suspicious of everyone at that point, not sure who was trustworthy in a new planet. Even after years of intergalactic travel, there were some aliens who still wanted to get humans to trade.

"I'm an intergalactic translator, I know many languages, and apparently one of yours." His smile was back in place, his eyes so soft you wanted to stare at him forever. "Do you have where to go, human?"

"I- I don't," you confessed, embarrassed. Why were you telling all of this to a stranger? You weren't sure, but there was something about him that called to you, that made your knees feel weak and your heart race.

He nodded, and asked: "Are you hungry?" It was your turn of nodding, you were starving. "Would you have dinner with me, human?" You were glad the niqab hid most of your face because it was flaming red when you answered him a soft "yes."

And the rest was history.

He helped you get a new place to stay, a special hotel made for humans with special security. He asked you out again before going on his way, and you exchanged intercom numbers. Little by little he grew on you, and when he asked you to marry him in the same alleyway you two meet, you said yes.

Years later, you asked him what exactly drew him to fight that orange alien for you. He told you he saw you passing at the space station, your big eyes so pretty he wanted to follow you everywhere. He tried to ask you out before the evacuation, but you ran way too fast. He followed your scent until he found you next to that orange alien, and he said he would have fought a thousand aliens if that meant you would say yes again to a date with him.