Narrating Our Love (The Host x Reader)

1//Forever Greatful

(Author note at the bottom.)
(The Host, when talking normally, has a slight stutter.)

No POV.

(Y/N) walked out of the thrift shop with a bag in her hand. She picked out a beautiful trench-coat for her to wear as a costume that her friends insisted on having her go to. She turned the corner of the store, and spotted her car.

"Yeah, (Fr/N), I just got something from the thrift store..." (Y/N) stumbles forward, but caught herself quickly. "Oh! Goodness... yeah, I'm okay, I'll call you when I get to the car... Yes, bae, ugf! Cya soon." She hung up the phone, and turned around, not realising she treaded right through a pile of tools and junk.

"Excuse me..." She heard a voice say. It came from the pile. Mumbling from it followed a few second later.

"Uh, hello, magical talking pile of things. May I, uh, help you?"

"D-Did you just come from the thrift shop?" It asks, then mumbled something after. The voice was soft and deep. (Y/N) hesitates to speak, not sure if she should respond, or just walk away.

"Yes, I did. Why?" She backed up away from the talking pile, unsure if there would be a malicious attempt to rob her, or worse.

"Have you s-seen a trench-coat in there? It's a dull yellow."

That was the exact one she had in the bag.

"I did..." (Y/N) paused for a moment, thinking of what she could say to get out of there.

"It's mine. I-I was robbed of it a few nights ago- No, no, no! It is mine! It is-... May I buy it back from you?"

This guy must be going nuts without it. "How much do you want for it?" (Y/N) asked, stepping a few inches closer now.

"I can offer..." The pile trailed off. There was a moment where (Y/N) thought about running away, but something made her stay. Perhaps... forced her to stay...

The pile suddenly grew a hand, and then an arm, and there was some money in the palm of the hand. "This is $17.34. I c-can offer this, and offer p-protection for you."

That sounded creepy. Very, very, creepy. "What do you mean by 'protection'?"

"The H... The Au-... W-we... can't tell you, as of now... but when you are being robbed or attacked, I can protect you."

(Y/N) had to hold in a laugh. This dude was on something under that pile. "Yeeeaahh... here, keep the money, I'll just give you your coat back. You don't need to worry about giving me anything; You did give me a good chuckle and story. That's good enough for me, sir." (Y/N) chuckled, and walked closer to the pile. "Here, it's in the bag." Another hand and arm grew from the pile, and held his hand open for the bad, retracting the arm and hand that held the money back under the pile. (Y/N) crouched down and put the bag carefully in his hand, and held it slightly longer than she wanted to.

"Here you go. Considering how this was originally yours, you shouldn't have to pay to get it back."

She started to turn and get up, but the hand stopped her.

"D-Do you think you could come by again? I won't be a pile of trash n-next time."

She held in a laugh. "I can't promise that, sir. How will I know this won't be a scheme to try and murder me?"

"You haven't b-been murdered here, so far, have you?" The pile replied back.

"Alright, I gotta agree with you on that. Fine, I'll try to come by again, sir."

"Thanks. I'll c-clean up for you." The hand let go of (Y/N), and retracted inside the pile. Nothing else was said, so she took this as her leave.

(Y/N) left that area, and her senses came to her. She had no idea what just happened, or what happened to her bag-... oh, yes! That's right, she didn't buy anything from the store. They didn't have what she was looking for. Oh well. She can find something at home.

Now, the only question that's running through (Y/N) mind;

Why does she want to return to that area again tomorrow?

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Hey guys. Now, I understand what you're thinking; "Why the hell is Host a pile of garbage?! What the fuck!" I hope you realise I'm interpreting that 'story/object manipulation' (IE, back to the soda cans from the chapter you HOPEFULLY READ before this one).

What I mean is; "The pile of garbage was revealed to have a man underneath it all; The Host." and... y'know... like that. You'll see what I mean in the next chapter.

Short chapter, but this is only the beginning.