Marvin the Martian x The Self Insert
⚠Warning⚠:
This work contains alien abduction of both kinds and romanticism of these elements among other possibly triggering things, Reader Beware.
Chapter 1, The Most Basic Self Insert Fantasy
The night skies above are dark yet glittering with stars. I look upon them with love and wonder. My name is… Well you can call me King Francis Petty W. and I have Xenophilia.
I love the unknown and more noticeable aliens. This could be argued to have begun with Marvin the Martian, cartoons man. They influence the early childhood crushes.
That's why I'm sitting here, looking into the darkness of the sky and… Well, wishing cartoons were real so I could be with my husbando.
I close my eyes. I made the wish and opened my brown eyes to find a shooting star… Wait, that's not a shooting star. It's getting closer. So naturally I'm already panicking to get away from it.
Something hits me and I roll then am dragged across the ground for a while. It stops and I hear a groan. It wasn't me. It clearly wasn't me. I look down and I can't believe it. It's him. It's Marvin the Martian.
