Shrek x Reader FanFic

PROLOGUE: Hazy Nights

You press yourself against the wall, trying to expel the noise and light and haziness from your brain. Another night, another crazy party from which you wanted to leave the moment you came. You find yourself quickly checking your phone for the time, irritated to discover that it was only thirty minutes into the party. As usual, Katie, your best friend, is nowhere to be seen and you are left alone, trying your best not to get a seizure. 

"Hey bby," says a voice from behind.

You turn around cautiously. It's James, a blond-headed party boy who is clearly high on beer. 

"You wanna go smoke?" he offers, grinning, his words slurring together as he speaks. You feel the strong desire for him to leave but only shake your head slightly, averting your gaze. You've rejected better-looking guys. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you see a flash of smooth green skin. You turn around, shocked, and...who is he?

Standing uncomfortably close to you was a tall, robust, green-skinned guy, with wry chestnut-brown  eyes and a strong, bulbous nose. You find your breath catching, and realize that you've been staring.

"S-sorry," you whisper, trying to avoid those probing eyes. You look down at his great brown boots.

I wish I had those boots, you think.

"Look," he says calmly, placing one of his large, masculine hands on your shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Everyone."

He pauses and gazes deep into your eyes.

"Everyone. Stares at Shrek."

You know that your heart has probably skipped a beat, and you feel that you're about to faint, but...not in front of him. Not in front of this true gentleman, this work of art, Shrek...can that really be his name? But then again, you can't be surprised. His name fits that round, sensitive face, those muscular arms, those eyes that watch you so, so expectantly...

Everything's going blurry now. His expression turns to one of worry as you feel yourself falling down, feeling a pang of longing as you realize that you can't see this godlike being anymore...only darkness...

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 Huh? Where's Shrek?

Your eyes open slowly. You appear to be lying in some sort of bed. You push yourself into a seated position, wincing from the pain in your back. You cough softly, looking around. The room is clean and bare, empty save for some medical equipment, a window, and a leather armchair containing a blanket-covered figure.

"Sh-shrek?" you whisper hoarsely, reaching for it. The figure springs up, grinning with relief, but you can only feel disappointment. It's Katie, your best friend. 

"You're okay!" she shrieks, running over to your bedside, laughing. Her blue eyes are alight with happiness, dark curls bouncing with each step. 

"Oh. Katie. Where's Shrek?" you ask dismissively, your heart starting to beat faster just as you say his name.

"Shrek?" she repeats, tilting her head, somewhat disheartened. Her pale hands rest on the edge of the bed. "Who is that? You did mention him in your sleep."

You sigh, unsure how to explain all of his divineness to her, when something catches your eye. You glance out at the window and see a familiar green-skinned face, smiling seductively. He sees you looking at him and blushes, his cheeks turning a bright, luminescent red, before he turns away and runs off.

That was the last you'd seen of him until your first day of senior year.