He hates humans... right?

Minotaur x fem!reader || SFW, kinda meet-cute, extra mega soft

He hates humans, he fucking does. But maybe, maaaaaaaaybe, he has a bit of a crush in his next door neighbor. On you. You are just so pretty, he can’t stop thinking about you. Every time he’s awake he’s thinking of you, and when he’s asleep, he’s dreaming of you. You inserted yourself in every little nook and cranny of his life, and it was driving him insane. But he wouldn’t do anything about it. Because he hates humans.

He hates them so much he listens at you constantly. Humans are so loud, he can hear you doing everything. Absolutely everything. You keep bumping into furniture and cursing under your breath, and you keep being silly and humming weird songs all day long. Weird songs that he most definitely doesn’t make into a playlist and listens to them when he’s at the gym. Not at all.

But all his denial comes to an end when he hears you screaming. Like screaming, screaming. He’s out of the door and knocking on yours before he can fully process what he’s doing. He doesn’t understand why (or maybe he does), but he’s there right now and he has to make sure you are all right. He needs to. When you don’t answer he gets worried, so worried that he starts pushing at the door, knowing full well that you, stupid human, didn’t reinforce the door like they recommended. Any fucking monster could have walked into your house and you wouldn’t have realized until it was too late. And he hated it. He hated it so fucking much. But right now it was great.

With a last push, he got the door open and when he saw you sitting down on the floor crying, his heart skipped a beat. He ran to you, his hoofs resonating really loudly over the wooden floors, his horns hitting your low-hanging lamp as he passed. He cursed and punched it, his head almost to the ceiling.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” His frantic tone is weird to his own ears, and to yours. You scream, startled by his sudden appearance.

“I fell,” you tell him, still confused after the fall.

“What?” He tells you, his tone too loud and you look up at him, so big and imposing in your tiny apartment.

“I was hanging up the curtains and the chair slipped and I fell and it hurts,” you explain, tears rushing to your eyes.

“Where does it hurt? Do we need to go to the hospital?” He asks, running his hands over your body frantically, but not quite touching, just hovering.

“I- I don’t think so,” you tell him. You don’t want to go to the hospital, you hate hospitals.

He looks at you like you are stupid, once again, his default look when you are related. “You don’t think so? I’m definitely taking you to the hospital.” He doesn’t think twice about it before he’s lifting your body and carrying you out the door, barely managing to get the broken door in the frame before rushing to his car.

A sprained ankle and three hours later, he’s fuming. He’s pacing up and down your living room as you sit on the sofa and stare at him. How could you be so stupid? So careless? Do you not realize your human body is soft and weak? Do you not realize you could have died if you fell hard enough? He’s telling you all about your stupidity when you start crying. He stops abruptly, looking at you as you grew a second head.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, angrily.

You look at him with big fat tears on your eyes and babble out: “You are screaming at me!” Maybe the painkillers they gave you at the hospital are stronger than expected because you feel like a rag-doll and he’s screaming and you want to cry more.

He looks at you weirdly, and next thing you know he’s sitting on the sofa with you in his lap. He starts caressing your back and telling you how pretty you are, even though you are also stupid. He lets you cry over his shoulder and pats your back awkwardly. It’s a random situation you didn’t expect to find yourself into, but his skin smells so good and he’s so big and handsome.

“Will you go out with me?” You ask, feeling dizzy because of the painkillers and having enough courage to ask him out, finally. You’ve been crushing on the big minotaur since he cursed on humanity the first day you moved next door.

“What? I hate humans,” he says, confused at your question but also weirded out.

“I- Okay,” you say at the same time he keeps going and lets out a big: “yes.” His agreement catch both of you by surprise. “What?” You two ask at the same time.

He covers your mouth with his big hand and explains: “Yes, I’ll go out with you.” You smile up at him and kiss the tip of his nose.

“Now I’m going to nap here,” you tell him as you lay your head on his chest and snuggle against his soft shirt. Before you realize you are out.