It’s very hard for me to write short stuff because I get the feeling it’s rushed. But I can’t make everything into a long format obviously. I’ve wanted to do something for @thetravelerwrites OkCryptid for a while now so here is little something ♥ I’ll upload the art as a separate post also.
OkCryptid: Demon-Minotaur (male) x reader (genderneutral) SFW 1866 words + art
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You were laying on the bed, unwilling to get up. It was as if the world was crushing you down with its weight, and you let it. You hud your face against a pillow and considered the possibilities of suffoction. It didn’t come, and you kept laying there, loosing the track of time like always.
Suddenly you hear a ping. A message, clearly, but from a source you can’t quite pinpoint. Considering it for a moment you finally decide to reach for your phone and see who or what was the disturbance in the middle of your moping. Seeing the icon on top of the screen you swipe and click it open. You realised it’s the app you had downloaded as a joke some time ago, and then forgotten it; a dating app for humans and monsters to meet. You groan, tired, and you take in the message:
Hhorns: Hi, how are you?
Your eyes roam towards the avatar of the sender and proceed to see his profile. He seems… curious. Like a minotaur, but with some twists like a burning red fur and skin, and two long, whip-like tails. His horns, in a set of two, rise from his temple, with a striking color of ivory. On the back of his neck he had a dark mane, not exactly messy but wild, dropping down behind him. You couldn’t see from the photo but you assumed he to have hooves after all his other qualities.
You switched back to the chat room and stared at it with new thoughts. You didn’t have any real interest on affairs right now, you rather wanted to melt into your bed and stop breathing, so there was no point in replying. Yet with some hesitation you did just that.
You: Hi, I’m fine.
Those words only needed an emoji behind them and they would have been the most perfect little cute chit chat.
Quite as soon the minotaur-thing was replying, you could see those three little dots running on bottom of the chat window.
Suddenly your hands moved, and your fingers tapped on the screen, small but quick motions.
You hadn’t had time to think it properly by the time a new message paraded as an extension to your earlier.
You: Actually, I’m not.
The three little dots vanished. You thought, fine, good. No bother.
Sighing, you let the phone drop on the bed beside you. A clock was ticking on the wall and you stared at an empty space between you and the drawer on the other side of your room.
A ping.
You furrowed your brow and checked the new message.
Hhorns: Wanna talk about it?
You typed your reply without hesitation:
You: Not really
Hhorns: Then how about I cheer you up?
You stared again, this guy was either stupid or overly positive. Or both.
You: Whatever
You weren’t prepared for the picture he sent.
There he was, in a close photo with a… a drying rack stuck to his horns… He seemed both irritated and amused of his own misfortune.
On the corner of your mouth you found a little smirk lingering at the ridiculous sight, even if the photo wasn’t anything mind-blowing or world-changing.
Hhorns: Like, idk what these things have against me?? This morning again
You huffed.
You: Lol
You: Must be hard
Hhorns: Ikr!
Hhorns: You need another one?
You: Are you trying to tell me you do that often, and always have it photoed?
Hhorns: Well…
You: Oh gods
Hhorns: You should try it, it’s hard to be this horny!
You: OH GODS
Hhorns: Are you laughing??
It went on for several hours, you were surprised for the passage of time, and finally told him you’d need to eat some and get some sleep. You felt surprisingly refreshed when you had finally done all that you had promised, and tucked yourself to bed.
—–
Come the dawn, you woke up to a ping.
Hhorns: Morning!
There was a photo of a hot, steaming coffee.
You: Stop sending photos of morning coffee if you’re not going to bring some
Hhorns: My bad. Next time?
You had to stop yourself at that, but finally dismissed the budding idea and just typed something fast back. Mister hhorns told you he was just leaving to work and wished you to have a nice day. You weren’t so sure you’d have one, but at least you didn’t feel as crushed by the existence of the world as usually. Getting up from the bed, you made yourself the needed cup of coffee you had already dreamed of, and started to prepare to leave your house.
Your day went fast and in the evening you found yourself texting with mister hhorns again. He seemed like a nice guy and you could come up with topics to talk about fast. He didn’t ask more about your bad moods but clearly tried to cheer up whenever he could.
Two weeks later on a slow saturday morning you got again a photo of a coffee cup.
You: Well, are you going to bring me it this time?
Hhorns: If you want to?
Feeling brave, you suggested a meeting in the nearest park, well populated on a weekend like this, thus, safe, but still being a very relaxing environment. Mister hhorns agreed in half a second, almost seeming like he feared you would change your mind. You thought about that when you picked your clothes and finally hurried out of the door.
The park was close by, and you were there soon, trying to pick a red monster from the environment with your gaze. No luck, and you were sure he would not be hard to see. Thus you took a spot beside a hedge and waited. Nervousness started to build in your stomach and with your hand pressed into a fist you gave your belly a small hit. C’mon, you had been approached by this random guy, not even human, just two weeks ago. You shouldn’t want to date right now, you hadn’t continued to talk to him for that reason… You looked down, at your clothes that clearly tried to make you as presentable as possible and groaned inwardly.
“Hello?” You jumped at your place when you heard a voice come behind you, above you. You turned, hasty, and was greeted by a chest. You pretty much strained your neck when you looked up at the face of this very red and real monster that you were now familiar with. Surprised, your mouth hung open for a several seconds before you realized you needed to collect yourself.
“H-Hello.”, you gulped, “You’re tall.”
The minotaur melted into a laugh at that. His shoulders seemed to drop from tension and he looked you up and down, warmly.
“You’re just short.”
“I’m not!”, huffing, you made a motion with your hand to point out that all of the humans and creatures walking around were at least a head shorter. You were some 2 heads shorter than him in comparison. You had never felt or been called short, yet now you felt like a puppy beside him.
A hand reached towards you.
“Karl”
You stared at the hand for a moment, before taking it.
“Y/N”
And so you walked around the park and talked. You didn’t feel unsafe around him at all, and needlessly felt stupid for trying to think about the safest place around.
“What’s your favorite animal?” His voice sung above you.
You glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. “Are we like 5-year-olds now? Alright mine is puppy, then what’s your favorite color?”
“The color of your eyes”, he purred, deadpan, and you stared at him, hard.
“What? You didn’t answer seriously!”, he faked sad.
“Then my eyes are not pretty to you?”, you faked it too.
“Well I don’t really know them that close yet…” This time he was halfway serious and you didn’t know how to respond. He sensed your mood shifting, and offered his next words fully sincerely:
“Y/N… I want to get to know you better.”
Your gaze turned back to him. You smiled just little.
“I’d like that too.”
Your had walked around the park probably ten times before your legs were so tired you could not go on any longer. Karl seemed painfully apologetic for not figuring out earlier this was not as easy for your legs, and he urged you to go home at that instant.
“Right, right. I’ll go. I’ll go now.”, you lingered.
“I’ll go just now.”
He grinned and his muzzle twitched with the smile.
“Have a good evening.” His words were sure but his movements hesitant as he crouched down to hug you. Your hands reached around him, accepting the gesture and you felt his warmness all around you.
When your contact broke, he turned to leave. “And remember to take it easy!”, he didn’t forget to point you with a finger, but left unsaid ‘or else!’ You shook your head and bid your farewells, turning to return to your apartment. You felt weird, tired both physically and mentally… yet it didn’t feel like the tiredness you were so used lately, the sort that crushes you. It was refreshing and you sighed.
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The next morning you woke up early.
….well, okay. You hadn’t much slept to begin with. This guy, this… minotaur had been circling in your thoughts half of the night and now, too early in the morning, you found yourself tapping your phone with determination.
You: I think I’ll never walk again.
You were pretty sure he wouldn’t be awake yet so you decided to monologue.
You: And whose fault is that?
You: And where’s my morning coffee.
You: I think I deserve it, as an apology.
Suddenly you saw the familiar three dots running in the bottom of the chat screen.
Hhorns: Have you checked the clock
Hhorns: If you havent its ‘too early’
You: The only ‘too early’ here is my death, and it’ll come soon
You: I swear it’s just about to happen
You stared at the three dots with anticipation
Hhorns: Will just the coffee suffice?
You replied with only your address, and suddenly felt nervously daring. You crawled up from the bed to throw something on top of you for a decent cover and went to the kitchen to put some ready-made frozen buns to bake to the oven.
Just when you took them out and the sweet smell filled the room, you heard your bell ring.
The sound of your own heart beating echoed in your ears as you walked to the door, opening it. Karl seemed like a zombie, tired like you, but he had the round of take away coffees in his hands.
Your sunday turned out to be coziest since a long, long while. Slow and warm.
You didn’t talk much when you watched the sun rise above the horizon, and when the rays filled your kitchen with light, you found yourself rising up. Your steps lead you to your bed, the centaur in your tow.
You snuggled against each other like a birds in a nest and slept long into afternoon.
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