RVB (locus x reader x felix x wash) one shots

Choosing Game (Famous/inhuman!locus x reader)

Listen while reading!  The song is called Call me a Spaceman
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*play music*

People crowded the streets, cars parked everywhere.  There was a waiting red carpet, no one knew what he was.  He had descended from the stars, an impossibly beautiful humanoid.  His hair was silky, the color of dark chocolate, and he kept it tied back in a loose ponytail, thus allowing some strands to frame his irresistibly handsome face.  His light mocha skin was perfect, flawless.  Keen green eyes, flecked with black, glowed brightly and could see farther than the average human.  Once he had been discovered, once someone heard his rich, deep, delicious voice... they could never forget him.  He was godlike, and his name.... was Locus.

The limousine pulled up to the red carpet with the man of the hour.  The chauffeur opened the door.  Dressed in all black with the exception of a green tie, he stepped out.  Shouts from women and men alike erupted from the awaiting crowd.  He straightened his tie.  Cameras flashed, people cheered.  Locus paid them no mind.  He walked forward.

I know you've been expecting me
Turn on the cameras take another scene

He moved forward, bodyguards trailing him.  Not that he needed one, human bullets would merely cause him to bruise.  He would also have detected the shot if it had been aimed at him.  After all, he was the Galaxy's youngest and finest War general, only 120,012 years old, still a teenager.... His kind kept the galaxies safe, most lived to be around 100,000,000 years old. 

Yes I'm an alien when I'm touching the earth,  Call me a spaceman when I travel universe

Humans had fawned over his kind in the past, calling them gods and goddesses.  They lived for very long, so it was an honor bestowed upon him that he was allowed to pick a woman to take as his wife.  There was only one being in the entire galaxy for each member of his kind.  Soulmates.   This would be the night he looked for his. 

Locus could already picture what she would look like.  Her hair must be (h/c) and her eyes had to be (e/c).  Her skin would be (s/c) and soft.  Smooth to the touch.  Her lips, soft, they'd mold to fit his.  Locus felt tingles crawl up his spine.  She was close, he could feel it, though he didn't know where.  The guards opened the doors allowing him through.

Women fitting the one he had imagined in his mind lounged around the sofas.  Dressed in elegant gowns and sipping on fine champagne, they all looked perfect.  All of them had (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes.  Only one here was made for him though, and there was only one way to tell.  She would be the only woman not attracted to him.  When he walked into view, women flocked to him.  Some begging, pleading, crying, they played all their cards in order to gain his attention. All but one.  She stood there wearing a (f/c) (gown type). His green gaze landed on her.

(Y/n) stood in the corner of the dim gold lounge, sipping on her sweet champagne.  She watched the other women, who all had similar hair and eye colors, with much disdain.  (Y/n) didn't understand what was so amazing about this man, yes, he was okay... But so much so the government rounded up a ton of look-a-like women and spent all their time on getting them dressed up?  She shook her head.  At least she the only one with a touch of common sense. 

When she looked back over, her (e/c) eyes met his and as if someone had flipped a switch, she knew why they all loved him.   His green gaze continued to hold her's while he made his way through the other pining women.  (Y/n) dropped her gaze from his when he approached her. 

His deep, delicious voice reached her ears.   "What's a fine specimen such as yourself doing standing alone in this dim corner? Shouldn't you be mingling with the other females?"  (Y/n) scoffed at him.  "Fine specimen huh? I see plenty of those and I'm not mingling with those hormone driven madwoman simply because they're too busy trying to win your favor."  She sipped her drink.  "In my opinion, they're all idiots for falling under the spell of a celestial being.  What do they even know of your plans for my planet??" 

Locus smirked at her, showing off a bit of pearly white teeth.  "How unfortunate, can you not see it?"  "See what, Locus?"  (Y/n) hissed his name.  His face was still amused, he raised a brow at her.  He was tall, without these heels on, she was pretty sure that she'd only reach the middle of his chest.  "My only plan for this planet is to take you from it."  (Y/n) could see the lust burning in his black flecked, inhuman eyes....

Locus took her chin in his fingers, rendering her immobile, her legs weak.  His scent was intoxicatingly close, his lips brushed her's.  The second they did, he could taste her champagne.  When she allowed him to deepen the kiss, he moved his hands around her waist.  Locus could see all her memories, her life so short compared to his.  He changed all that with this kiss.

Locus let the venom from his canine teeth flood her mouth, turning her to his kind.  When he pulled away, she glowed even more than before.  (Y/n), that was the name he'd gotten from her memories.  He thought it was suiting for the woman standing in front of him.  He watched her blink to adjust her new eyesight, her (e/c) eyes now flecked with gold and they gave off a soft glow.  He smiled.  "Ready to go?"  She nodded, then gave him a bright smile.  "I didn't know soulmates existed..."  "There is so much you have yet to learn my love."  Locus held her hand as he pulled her into the waiting cameras. Stepping into the limo, the car door helped block the flashing lights.  (Y/n) looked at her newfound lover, proud of him, since she'd also received his memories.

"You're very old, you know that right?"  Locus's laugh was musical.  "If you were born on my planet my love, you'd still be a baby."  (Y/n) fidgeted a little, she had seen exactly what he planned on doing to her once they got to his, no, their planet.... The end result would be her bearing his child.  She was nervous.    "H-how long do women on your planet bear children?" He turned to her, he gave her a gentle, reassuring smile.  "Only for ten years, our life span is much different that yours. If I lived on earth..... I'd only be 19."  "O-oh." 

The limo pulled to a stop in front of a white and silver ship.  There were men like Locus's kind guarding the ships entrance, they were waiting for them.  The one was blonde with glowing silver eyes flecked with icy, neon blue.  The other had dark caramel hair with buzzed sides and glowing gold-orange eyes flecked with a dark brown.  The two stood at attention when Locus and (Y/n) approached them.  They wore black suits that reminded her of what Gale wore in the last Hunger Games movie.  "Washington, Felix, this is (Y/n)."  (Y/n) smiled at them.  They looked at her shocked, one with the weird buzzed hair looked at her and muttered "Damn..."

Locus shot Felix a look that said don't you dare.  He led (Y/n) into the clean white ship.  The interior was luxurious.  Locus pulled her to a white sofa, the ship on the inside looked like a mansion.  She heard a hissing and saw Felix and Wash walk in as the door began to close, steam blowing out as it locked into place.   (Y/n) heard the engine of the spacecraft hum to life.  Locus grinned at her and pulled her form down onto the sofa with him, he wrapped his arm around her.  "Ready?"  She smiled.  "Ready."

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I randomly thought of this while listening to that song so here it is.... I'm pretty happy with it actually even if it is a little weird.  Vote if you liked it and be sure to comment!!