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cherryblossom-nightscape · 1 year

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(belated) Halloween submas special

a couple of notes before we begin -yes i know its not halloween in the story but it makes more sense to it to be summer -i headcannon that ingo likes coffee and emmet likes hot chocolate and that both enjoy horror movies very much - i also headcannon that elesa and emmet spar whenever they get into an argument (and that elesa usually wins) -i just finished this so i hope you enjoy -try to guess what kind of monster the submas are!!! Elesa looked at Ingo and Emmet bundled up in their coats, scarves, gloves and long pants incredulously, it was the middle of the hottest summer Unova had ever had and they were bundled up like they were in the middle of winter!!! “Why are you two bundled up like sewadles?? It’s the middle of summer!!!” Ingo sighed “Well you see Elesa the last time we went out without covering our skin we got really bad sunburns” Elesa looked at ingo with worry “How bad was it?” “It was verrrrrrrry painful!! Yup yup!!” Emmet chimed in and ingo slightly glared at him before replying “It was painful but it is nothing to worry about dearest Elesa” Elesa hoped Ingo was right and it was nothing to worry about but she couldn’t help but notice Ingo’s canines were slightly longer than usual… it was probably nothing They had stopped by a café and ordered their drinks, the twins garnering baffled looks from everyone in the vicinity, not surprising considering their way of dress, they all sat down inside, suggested by the twins and agreed by Elesa as it was hot and sunny and the inside had air con, as the twins took off their gloves and coats Elesa realised just how PALE their skin was.. “When did your skin get so pale??” “Pale?” Ingo exclaimed and looked at his skin for a while, his eyes conveying annoyance when he did “You are indeed right, our skin is deathly pale” he groaned “We can not afford to be sick right now” “well….” Elesa mumbled “You could just take some medicine and wear a face mask until you’re better” “GOOD THINKING!!! BRAVO ELESA!!” Ingo happily exclaimed “Ingo watch your volume” Emmet said absentmindedly as he scrolls though socials using his newest bought rotom-phone, Ingo looked embarrassed “Apologies” he apologised “Don’t worry about it Ingo “ Elesa reassured while looking at Emmet absentmindedly playing with his mouth, seeing his canines also longer than usual but Elesa didn’t think too much about it after a while of chatting they got their drinks, a iced late for Elesa, a coffee for Ingo and a hot chocolate for Emmet, as they drank their drinks Elesa realised that the twins weren’t enjoying their drinks as much as usual with Ingo sipping the coffee and his eyes holding confusion with each sip and Emmet taking big sips and stopping, his eyes also showing confusion before taking another sip and having more confusion grown in his eyes, after that they got up to leave, with the twins putting back on their gloves and coats before leaving They ended up at Elesa’s apartment after wandering around, not because she was tired but because Elesa KNEW the twins were dying in those clothes they were wearing and she decided to spare them from the hell of the heat, they all walked in and Ingo and Emmet sighed in relief, removing their coats, gloves and scarves, Ingo moving towards the bathroom probably to fix his hair and Emmet crashing on the couch, looking through You tube, Elesa also decided to go to the bathroom to fix her hair as it was a frizzy sopping mess from the sun, she walked into the bathroom and saw Ingo combing his hair turned away from the mirror she was confused… until she looked at the mirror and saw that Ingo had no reflection, okay Elesa would admit that was worrying but it was probably some mystical pokemon bullshit and it should solve itself later, she fixed her hair and together with Ingo walked out to join Emmet on the sofa emmet had put the television on a train documentary and elesa sighed “a train documentary AGAIN?” emmet giggled at her reaction “yup yup!! You know trains are our verrrry favorite thing!!!” elesa rubbed her eyes annoyed “yes but you are with trains all day, you don’t have any other interests?” ingo piped up “sorry elesa and besides at least it is not the polar express for the tenth time in a row” elesa sat down and crossed her arms, sighing “I suppose so, I will never understand how emmet can watch that Christmas movie when it’s not even near Christmas!!!” “it has trains” emmet argued “is that the only reason?” she looked at emmet her eyes holding judgement. Emmet crossed his arms and looked away from her “well… yes” elesa laughed “so you only like the Christmas movie because theres a train” “HEY” emmet whined “IT LASTS FOR MORE THAN HALFFF THE MOOOVVVIIEEEE” emmet continued, hitting elesa with a pillow as elesa tried to dodge “oh you’re on emmy” she said grabbing another pillow as ingo got up from the couch not wanting to be a part of the pillow fight emmet started. Elesa and emmet traded blows and it started becoming a real fight, you’d think elesa being a supermodel didn’t know self defense and you’d be wrong, she grabbed emmet in a headlock and emmet started to struggle, trying to pry himself from elesas strong grip then he had the urge to bite her and trusting this instinct, latched onto her arm by his teeth, elesa continued holding on “if you think a little bite is going to make me let you go you have another thing coming mister lappellent” elesa said with confidence not knowing emmet was draining her of her blood instinctively, drinking and feeding all emmet noticed was that there was a weird sweet yet metallic taste in his mouth as he struggled, trying to pry her arms off his neck with his own hands after a while of this elesa let go, feeling drained, dislodging his fangs from her flesh, she rubbed her arm in pain “you know emmy” she huffed before falling on the couch to tired to stand “your bites don’t usually hurt THIS bad” emmet looked worried “I’m so sorry elesa I just thought if I bit you you’d let me go… are you alright?” emmet asked in concern “yeah emmy” elesa sighed out “just a bit tired from our spar” she giggled tiredly “by the way you’ve gotten stronger mister lappellent” emmet gasped in shock “really?” emmet exclaimed slightly proud “yes really, now can you be a dear and put the pillows back on the couch? I don’t think I have the energy to get up” she asked him, her voice quieter than before “yes miss miss elesa miss” emmet saluted her and picked up the pillows, putting them on the couch before sitting on the couch himself ingo walked into the room with popcorn and sat in between the two “now if you both are done squabbling do you want to watch a horror movie?” elesa looked at ingo “a horror movie a few months away from Halloween? Really?” “come now elesa you know I adore horror movies” ingo pleaded as elesa sighed “okay but no psychological horror” ingo frowned slightly deeper than normal “alright” emmet chimed in “sounds like elesa’s being a mother hennnnn” “not as mother hen as you are emmy” elesa fired back and emmet pouted on the couch while ingo put on a horror movie two horror movies later and elesa yawned, exhausted from the day’s events “hey guys ‘m a bit tired mid if I go to bed? You can stay over if you want” ingo didn’t answer , too engrossed in the movie but emmet piped up, he didn’t sound tired in the slightest “head to bed elesa, and thank you” emmet smiled as elesa got up and waddled over to bed, undressing herself before slipping into the covers, a bunch of things were on her mind like what’s going on with ingo and emmet before she soon fell into a deep sleep meanwhile with the twins the movie just ended and ingo snapped out of his trance “where has elesa gone?” he asked his brother “she went to sleep ingo, she’s tired” emmet answered “is it not odd that we are not tired in the slightest?” ingo inquired “yes verrrrrrry odd” emmet agreed “let’s watch movies until we get tired” emmet proposed “I like the sound of that” ingo agreed, both twins looked at eachother and smiled “psychological horror time” elesa woke up at…. Elesa looked at her clock 7:30am in the morning, she sighed and got up, hearing faint sounds from the living room, she stretched and huddles over to the couch, the twins were wide awake still watching horror movies “mornin’ guys” elesa greeted “morning elesa!!” the twins greeted in unison, they didn’t sound tired… at all and elesa went to the bathroom to get herself ready….

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theblehthatbloos · 8 months

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Can you hear it, Jon?

Not the pitter-patter of the alabaster hair you pursue

The ticking of the chronometer? That we all hear

Thats not it

You drown in the pursuit of the hair

Just like the scarlet monarch, the mad the greedy

No Jon

I speak of which walks to the metronome

It's unceasing, pendulic pace

Fames est, Jon, debet comedere

In arenis sicca

Jon

#Do you hear it?#Latin #Unhinged #Garfield #Jon #alice in wonderland #Cheshire cat #Drawing #A doodle if you will #Smile #This is a drawing for my clone #I hope you enjoyed it #They hunger #The sands run dry #gorefield

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amooo1023 · 2 years

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How about Magolor with a human reader who has an piece of ancient tech like the Lor but a train instead? Romantic because I’m a simp.

As for headcanons/one-shot, eh, your preference here:

What? Asking about something so specific to my self-insert? Why would you accuse me of such, I would never!

Sorry for the long wait! I still hope this oneshot was worth the wait! Also if it sucks I'm really sorry.

Magolor x reader ROMANTIC oneshot

It was a normal peaceful day in Dream Land. You were doing your usual routine naps and your train Mapop Spacefarer was thriving.

*CRASH*

You jolt awake immediately from the loud sound. Well, maybe you weren't entirely awake you still felt dizzy and your vision was blurry. You lazily get out of bed while yawning slightly.

You usually don't ever get up from your bed when you hear loud sounds. But this time it was different. The sound came in from your train and if it's what you think it is, then you'd have to fix your train.

You walk towards the sound, vision still blurry. But it was enough for you to distinguish objects. There was smoke spreading across your room. You raise an eyebrow at this, but you still keep walking towards your destination.

Until you spot a ship in your train. Your train was absolutely destroyed. You sigh to yourself, angrily tapping your chin.

Whoever crash landed into your ship is going to help you fix your train, or at least pay.

You angrily stomp towards the ship with a pissed expression on your face. A small blue robed figure gets out of the ship. Though your vision was still blurry you could easily spot that figure from anywhere. It was-

"MAGS?" You say surprised. The figure looks back at you. Though you can't really make out their face yet. "Y/n?" He responds with surprised voice. So it was him. Your vision starts clearing up.

You eye the ship and then your train, then Magolor. "Really nice way to meet an old friend, huh maggy?" You say chuckling to yourself while eyeing the ship. You continue. "I thought you wanted to live in Halacandra."

Magolor eyes you for a few seconds. "And I see you have the Mapop Spacefarer" He responds nonchalantly, though obviously faked. You chuckle. "Yeah, I uh, kinda stole it." You respond awkwardly. Magolor averts their gaze on you. You can see Magolors hands twitching slightly.

"Mags if you wanted a hug you could've just asked you know?" You say chuckling slightly. The mage hovers towards you in lighting speed and immediately embraces you in a hug. Slightly taken aback from the speed of the hug. You slowly envelop your arms around Magolor. Despite you knowing he would hug you quickly it still surprises you every time. You pat his back in a comforting matter. To which in response he starts hugging you slightly tighter.

You chuckle to yourself thinking about all of your memories you shared with Magolor. He isn't that different from how he was before. Maybe you could give him a little treat later, for old times sake. Or maybe that st-

"Y/n, you zoned out." He rolls his eyes with an annoyed expression plastered on his face. You snap back to reality with a still dazed expression on your face. You chuckle awkwardly to yourself. "Sorry mags, I didn't mean to space out there." If it weren't for Magolor breaking the silence between you two, you would probably still be in a trance.

You pat his back uncomfortably signaling you wanted a bit of free space for yourself. To which he complies and let's go, floating just two steps away from you. Resulting in you getting a chance to get a better look at him. You haven't realized just how exhausted Magolor looked(or was). Shock immediately filling inside you. How could you not have noticed yet? First day of meeting your friend again after so many years and yet you haven't payed any attention to your friend's emotions at all. You mentally slap yourself. Magolor obviously takes notice of your shifts in behavior and shoots you a skeptical expression.

"Damn it maggy, it's in the middle of the day and you're already tired?" You utter with a rather annoyed voice. The egg eyes his ship and then your train, then his ship, then your train, repeating the action multiple times at an attempt at making you notice where he's getting at. You luckily take notice and realize exactly what he means, making you mentally slap yourself again. Right he did crash land right into your train.

"Alright mags you've got a point. Maybe the whole crash landing thing should've been obvious since you wrecked my train." You remarked. Magolor gave you a frustrated glare. If he could furrow eyebrows at you, he would. You ignore his frustration and began walking towards the Lor Starcutter examining the ship for any scratches or and broken parts. Surprisingly, the ship remains relatively intact and not having many marks on it at all. Sure, you knew the Lor Starcutter was ancient and much more resilient than many other drivable vehicles but this was just insane.

"Some of the gears to the Lor are missing, but other than that there's not much else." You jolt away immediately not realizing just how close Magolor had gotten to you. Magolor instantly snickers at your reaction. You roll your eyes at Magolor's snickering and blow raspberries at him. Magolors expression changes almost in an instant after seeing your tongue. A tint of blush appearing on his face and then vanishing as soon as it came. You loll your head to the other side baffled by his expression. But you decide not to pry Magolor about it. Your train is the most important thing right now.

You hurriedly get up and examine your train. The Mapop was completely ripped away of It's once gleaming beautiful colors and was instead replaced with gloomy gray colors. And for the final touch a gigantic hole in the train. It's completely wrecked. You wouldn't be able to sleep in your train anymore, not without getting cold wind onto your body or very hot temperatures. But you didn't exactly have any other options at the moment. You have to get this train fixed as fast as possible. You weren't exactly sure how long it would take you to fix your poor train though. You sigh defeated over the train's now sorrow state. A gloved hand taps your back comfortly at an attempt at creating some reassurance. You look up at Magolor waiting for some sort of response. But nothing came just soft soothing tapping on your back.

"Magolor where the FUCK WILL I SLEEP!?" You yell at the mage. Magolor stops in his tracks (pun intended). His ears droop shocked from your yelling. The mage stays quiet for a few moments, not knowing what to say. His ears perk up again. "You could live in my ship for the time being. I'm sure Lor wouldn't mind." Magolor offers. You turn away from Magolor thinking about his offer. Well, you didn't have much of a choice here. "Fine, but only because I have nowhere else to stay." You respond coldly. Magolor doesn't bat an eye at your sudden on the edge behavior. After all he'd feel the same if anyone destroyed his ship.

"I'll make it up for you Y/n, I promise." Magolor promises with a genuine tone in it. He continues. "And you won't be paying this time." Magolor finishes. A smile perks up on your face. "Finally, I was starting to think I'd pay for every dinner we have together." You laugh rolling your eyes in a joking manner. Magolor doesn't join in. You pet his hidden ears soothingly making sure Magolor was at least comfortable with it. The cat mage blushes at your action but quickly swats your hand off of his ears, seemingly embarrassed. You chuckle amused by his embarrassment. You peck him on his cheek. Causing him to blush more furiously than before as his ears twitches in unison.

"Alright, I know just where I wanna go."

Small waddle dees serve you your favorite dish and waddle back into a door. A lovely entrancing smell emits from the meal making your mouth already salivate from the smell. You dig in to the meal as if you haven't eaten in years. You just realized how hungry you were. You take another huge bite into your meal as thousands of flavors flow into your mouth like a river. You just had to thank Magolor for this. You look at Magolor and notice that he had no food to eat. This made you curious.

"Hey mags how come you don't have any food to eat?" You ask rather confused. "I can't eat anymore." He answers hastily while tapping his.. fingers? Well, he was at least tapping on the table's surface rather impatiently. You eye him even more puzzled than before. "Mango, mango, what do you mean you can't eat? We used to eat lava cakes all the time before." You pried. He visibly hesitates before answering. "Look dude just eat." He responds vaguely while avoiding eye contact. You wanted to pry further, but decided to continue eating instead.

You take another bite into the food, though this time the food not giving off much taste, only leaving off a cold feeling inside your mouth. Making you lose all your appetite you once had. You were never a fan of cold food.

Still, you just couldn't set your finger on it, but wasn't it a bit weird that the food got cold after you only left it for a few seconds? Almost as if this were some poorly written fanfiction you would only find on wattpad? Almost as if the author was too lazy to make more whole sentences about food and skipped it just because they wanted to continue with the story? Nah, that can't be it.

Magolor was eyeing your food and then you, as if looking for conformation if you were done eating. To which you nodded in response. He sighs almost relieved with your answer. You were starting to get a bit worried over the egg mage. He's been overly anxious the minute he got here. "Magolor is everything okay?" You ask. Magolor stays silent almost as if he was trying to find some sort of excuse. "Like you said before Y/n, I'm tired." He responds.

Sure, he was tired but you knew Mags. There was something else he was hiding. "Can we leave now?" Magolor asks impatiently, already getting up with little to no hesitation and reaching out his gloved hand towards you. You snort at Magolor's still ever everlasting impatience. Out of all the traits he kept his impatience is what had shown the most. The mage glares at signaling you to hurry up, his hand twitching anxiously. "Look, if you don't want a free ride back then be my guest! Or you could stop wasting your time and GRAB MY HAND!" You roll your eyes at Magolor's sarcastic speech he just gave you, visibly and provocatively hesitating to take his hand, at an attempt to get a reaction out of him. Which you did since he grunted at your overexsaggerated hesitation. And then finally you take his hand. To which Magolor sighs in relief.

"Finally, I thought you were going to take forever." Magolor uttered. You snorted which Magolor rolled his eyes at, well attempted to make it seem like he was. Just as you were about to make a sly comment you two were teleported into the Lor.

"Here we are." Magolor states, hovering to his seemingly big computer screen already typing on his keyboard. You stare at him with an annoyed expression.

Not this again. He always does this when you're with him.

You grab his hand, stopping him from typing with it as he turns around and eyes you with an expression screaming annoyance. You give out a deep sigh. "Mags, I know you want to avoid me- for some reason.." He looks at you with a knowing expression and starts turning away from you. You hurriedly begin to continue with your speech. "OKAY FINE, I know you're still mad at me for what I did." Small glances from the past fill you with guilt.

You look down to the floor avoiding eye contact, Magolor seemingly doing the same expect looking towards the screen instead. "BUT- uh! Don't you want to watch a movie instead? You know, forgive and forget?" You finish nervously as you look up towards Magolor. He looks around the ship for a few seconds, his eyes stopping at the couch. He turns around to meet your eyes again. "What did you have in mind?" He asks with a more calm tone in his voice. A sigh of relief escapes you as you try to come up with something to watch. An idea snaps into your head. "How about Invader Zim enter the florpus?" You suggest. Magolor stares at you with a confused look. "What's that?"

You mentally slap yourself, oh right aliens don't have the same streaming services like you humans do. Also wasn't that movie incredibly old by now? I mean it did come out in 2019 when earth was still relatively okay, and what year was it now? 40XX something? Damn, you couldn't remember. "A human film from when earth still existed. You beings probably don't have it. It's fine though, I still have the movie downloaded on my phone." You pull up your phone and point at it. Magolor stares at your phone and shrugs. Well in your eyes it looked weird since he only had two floating hands with no arms accompanying them, but still he was shrugging.

"So, uh- where do you suppose I could stream the movie? Do you have a TV or something?" You questioned. Magolor eyes the couch and then the weirdly big TV on the wall and looks back at you with a pissed look. "Yeah, what are you blind?" He insults. You roll your eyes at the egg's snarky attitude. Of course he had to insult you, but then again that just means he's not using a fake personality around you.

"Well? Where is it?" You retort. Magolor shoot you a smug look and points towards the big TV screen, as well as the couch. An 'ohhhhh' sound escaping you at the realization. Magolor rolls his eyes and grabs your hand, hovering towards the couch not even warning you before yanking your hand with him. You yelp back at the sudden yank from Magolor and immediately pull your hand back. "What the HELL Magolor?! I think I can walk perfectly fine on my own towards a couch." You hiss and sit down on the sofa. Magolor sits down beside you and averts his eyes from you. "I'm- uh-" He blurts out, not finishing his sentence. You eye him perplexed.

Was he actually going to apologize?

"You're what?" You urge him to continue. "I'm sorry Y/n, I just got a bit, impatient." He finishes. You snort, making him glare at you.

Magolor NEVER apologizes. Yet, here we are.

"Jeez, maggy what's with the sudden personality change?" You snickered sarcastically. He rolls his eyes at you, averting his gaze from you instead directing his attention to the blue TV. Was everything blue in this ship or something?

"Can you turn on the movie already?" He says nonchalantly. You snort at Magolor's attempt to escape your teasing. "Woah, hasty are we? We haven't even gotten any snacks yet!" Magolor looks to the side for a few seconds, seemingly thinking about something and then snickers. You eye him skeptically. Just as you were about get up from the couch, a hand stopped, you signaling you to sit down again, which you complied. "I'll get the snacks instead." Magolor states calmly. You eye him with a puzzled expression plastered on your face.

Oh so he was going to do it himself instead? That's unusual.

"Alright, but no breaks after that! I don’t want you to miss the movie." You inquired, while pulling up your phone getting ready to connect your phone to the TV and stream the movie. He rolled his eyes and hovers into the kitchen in lighting speed, if there was a door there he would've slammed his face straight into it. You patiently wait for him to come back with snacks. You were hoping it would be something with chocolate (if you don’t like chocolate you can pick something else). A few scrambling sounds could be heard from the kitchen.

What the hell was he doing?

Until finally the sounds had died down. Magolor came out with a bowl of chips and caramel bites as well as some licorice skulls in his hands. You shrugged and patted on the sofa signaling Magolor to sit down with you. He floated towards you and placed the bowl on the table and sat next to you. You immediately started streaming the movie from your phone onto the TV. As lights flashed onto the TV screen, Magolor visibly squinted his eyes at the TV. Maybe he wasn't used to watching TV? An anime-ish Dib appeared on the screen.

"I used to be able to look at space, with hope and wonder in my eyes." Magolor stared at the movie with a confused look and turned to look at you. "You didn't tell me this movie was an anime! Marx told me all about this." You looked back at him and gave him perplexed look. To which he just squinted at while Dib was monologuing. "Mags, it's not an anime. It's a cartoon." You snorted and grabbed a mouthful of chips as you stuffed them into your mouth with no hesitation. Your cheeks looking similar to a hamster's. "Slob.." Magolor mumbled while snickering to himself. You giggled and looked back at the TV, munching onto the chips. Dib was done monologuing, instead being cut into the kitchen as Gaz was getting ready to eat.

You sat in silence watching the movie intrigued and laughing at many of the jokes, Magolor on the other hand was full on serious and didn't understand most of it, instead only laughing along you although not fully getting it. He would constantly ask questions like: "Why did HE do THAT?!" And "That's obviously not going to work!" And "Seriously? He couldn't find out a better way?" And so on.

He also seemed more clingy and on you all the time, not to mention.. tired. He was resting his head on your shoulder, one hand was resting on your shoulder and the other on your lap. His eyes were droopy and half lidded, ready to fall asleep at any second. Your bowl of snacks was already empty and finished. The movie was soon over, just a little bit more. You stared at the TV screen hoping it would soon me over. Dib's dad was undoing the moose and!-

A loud thunder was suddenly shot down. The TV turns off immediately as well as all the lights in the ship, making the whole ship dark and unable to see or tell apart objects from. Oh, the power cut out. You sighed and turned on the flashlight on your phone. Making the ship at least a little visible. Wait, why wasn't Magolor doing anything? Was he asleep? Just as you were about to check if Magolor was sleeping a snoring sound shot from him. Ah, well that confirms it. You got up from the couch and turned the light infront of you carrying along Magolor with you as you made sure not to fall or trip. You cautiously walk forward, trying to find the stairs leading up to the bedroom.

As you walk forwards something smooth and soft wraps loosely around your leg.

What the..

You flash the light on your leg, a tail similar to a cat's wrapped around it. You give out a relived sigh.

Oh, it's just a tail.

You flash the light back in front of you contuing your adventure towards the bedroom. Until you stop mid in your tracks.

WAIT A TAIL?! Whatever, you could ask Magolor about this later all that matters now is getting to that fucking cursed bedroom.

You treked back on your way going up the dark stairs, still carrying the mage in your arms. You eventually reach the top of the staircase and make your way to the room. You carefully step inside, Magolor is still asleep in your arms, thankfully. You place Magolor down in the blue-purplish bed and tuck him under the covers, covering him up to his shoulders. When you finish, you grab your phone and search for a blanket or maybe a pillow for Magolor to use as a pillow. There's not much to choose between from what you could see at least. You decide on grabbing the biggest blanket you could find. It was red, and had some random symbols on it. Not wanting to wake the sleeping Magolor up with the blanket, you carefully lift his back..? head.. up and place the blanket under his head. You then let go of Magolor's head and let it rest on the blanket now acting like a pillow.

You sigh to yourself relived over finally tucking the mage to bed now all you had to do was go to your room and sleep. You carefully start making your way out of the room and-

Wait hold on.. did Magolor ever mention you having a room? Fuck, he didn't even show you around his ship. Where the hell were you supposed to sleep?

You couldn't explore the ship because of how dark it was. So that's a no. You could sleep on the floor, but that would be uncomfortable. You look towards the bed and then Magolor. You did just carry Magolor all the way to his room, weren't you deserving of sleeping in a bed then? You silently make your way to his bed and quietly sit on the bed. You gently push him to the side, careful to not wake the kitty mage up. You cautiously lie down on the bed and drag the blanket over you, setting yourself off to sleep as you close your eyes and drift off to your own world

A shuffling sound comes from Magolor's side as two hands snake around your waist. He pulls you closer and hugs you tightly. Your breath hitches and you felt yourself blush. Your face heats up and you slowly put your hand on his ear and rub it softly, in a petting motion. He happily chirps as soft purrs sound in your ear as he nuzzles his face under the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickles your neck and you feel yourself shiver. His warmth is almost burning you.

Oh so he's awake now.

"You were so loud." He snickers with a drowsy tone. You nod along too tired to defend yourself and continue your petting motion on his ear. A tail proddles your leg rubbing soothingly. You curiously reach for the tail.

Maybe this was you wanting to push boundaries but you were willing to give it a shot.

His tail shifts away from you, swaying from side to side provocatively. You groan and shift your hands back to his ears. Magolor snickers and moves his tail back to your body, running circles on your leg. You smile as you try to ignore the feeling of warmth surrounding your body and the warmth of the tail running circles on your leg. He nuzzles against your neck, a gentle caress to your skin, you can't help but lean further into his touch.

You snort and shift your hands under his cloak, reaching all the way to his ears and gently petting it. Magolor's purring grows even louder as his tail wraps around your back and pushes you towards him, leaving no personal space. "Since when were you a cuddle-bug?" You snicker as Magolor groans with an annoyed tone as his ears shift in your touch. "You're terrible at this.. Let me help." Magolors hands shift to your wrist, controlling your hands movement. He contently hums with his now gained control. You roll your eyes at the mage who had just so naturally ignored your tease.

His ears impatiently twitch to your fingers as he hastily carefully guides your movement and rubs your hands on his brown soft ears. His breath hitches as he stares longingly in your eyes. You awkwardly smile back looking away to the side, not knowing how to feel about Magolor's intimacy. Magolor notices and quickly averts his gaze away from you as a soft blush tints his cheeks. "Mags, I know you love to be in control, but could I please have my hands back? Just use your words, I'll listen." You ask. Magolor's ears twitch as he hesitantly moves his hands away from your wrist.

You snort and continue the movement he had shown you. He leans into your touch as soft chirps and purrs emanates from his body. His eyes closes just blissfully enjoying your petting. "How's this?" You state. "Terrible, just let me do it." His hands jolt towards your wrists. But you quickly remove your hands from his ears and shift them to your back as you snicker. Magolor whines at this as his ears droop down onto your head. "Use your words, cuddle-bug." You tease. Magolor groans as his hands shift towards your face, cupping your cheeks. You blush surprised with his action.

"Finee, move to the lower side of my ear, at the left." Magolor huffs out, his hands leaving your cheeks and instead pointing to his ears. You oblige. As you lay your palms next to his ears, Magolor starts to purr deeply, his chest vibrating lightly against yours. As he continues to purr, you start stroking his ears, rubbing them gently and slowly. Magolor lets out another happy hum as he starts relaxing completely. He starts purring even more loudly. "Cuddles are nice.." Magolor mumbles out, his breathing slow and steady. You chuckle lightly and continue to massage his fur, scratching behind his ears as well.

Until you stop, sighing deeply to yourself as you shift away from Magolor. Magolor eyes you and shoots you a confused look. His tail quickly wraps around your torso, dragging you back towards him again. "Magolor, can I.. vent?" Your voice suddenly changes into a more quieter tone. Magolor seems to loosen up and shuffles into your neck, giving you a 'go ahead'.

"I didn't think I'd see you.. Not after what I did to you at least." You pause giving yourself more minutes to breathe. Magolor seems to take a hint because he starts uncomfortably shifting in your neck. You awkwardly chuckled though not lighthearted and instead more solemn. "I thought I would never see you again. And even if I tried.. I thought you would just push me away. I was so worried and paranoid that I-" You heavily gulped your voice more raspy then before. Magolor stayed still, unmoving. "-started convincing myself that you were better without me.. Surprise, surprise it didn't work. It only made things worse.. I even tried convincing my mind that we were still together, still best buds. It worked, well better." Magolor carefully started to soothingly trace your palms and nodded, giving you some sort of reassurance. You started to sniffle pathetically to yourself, still trying to keep a straight voice. "It haunted me, what I had d-done to you. The only person that made me feel.. complete." You emphasized through the sniffles. "But now being with you here right now has made me realize something.." You chuckle while softly rubbing one of Magolors ears. He leans in way too gingerly, purring into your touch. "I guess what I'm trying to say here is-" You sit up from the bed gazing face front towards Magolor. You lean down and without thinking you kiss him. Making his entire body freeze as a visible shiver runs inside Magolor, his face going beet red. Your lips leaving his warm fluffy body. "I love you." The words escape you almost too gingerly.

And that's when you realize what you had just done.

Your face immediately flushes in embarrassment as you look to the side and hide your face with your hands. Shame was the only thing you could feel right now. Well, shame and embarrassment. The mage is still frozen in place.

HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?!

"ohnoiamsosorrymagolorididn'tmeanitcanyoupleaseforgiveme?I'lldoanythingtofixthisjustpleasepleasegivemeachance.thiswasamistake." You sputter out barely thinking through your sentence. Magolor finally springs back to life, face still red.

This was it, this is where it all ends. Magolor was going to reject you and you wouldn't have a place to stay. Good job, you just ruined a lifetime bond you used to have. Hurray, go you!

Until you suddenly get tackled back down to bed, by a flustered egg resting on top of your chest. Magolor giggles with giddiness in his tone. "Awh, you love me?" He rhetorically asks, smugness tinting his voice. His tail quickly wraps around you.

You couldn't even imagine how your face looked now. You had 2 emotions at the same time, shock, relief and embarrassment.

You could literally only say- "Ajajidkallsj" Magolor chuckles and lovingly snuggles into your chest. "Hmm, I don't really know what 'Ajajidkallsj' means. Could you be more-" "I love you so much." You shout excitedly, cutting off his sentence. You heard Magolor laugh and he lifted himself up slightly to face you properly. His face was a bit flushed but overall he looked pretty content. You grin widely at him, showing every one of your teeth, which earned you another laugh. He gently pulls your hand towards his face and nuzzles against it tenderly. "Aww, someone loves me~" Magolor purred, his tail wrapping tighter around you. You hum happily, burying your face into his chest.

He chuckles. "I love you too." His tail loosens its grip on your arms, allowing you to pull back. A wide grin spread across your face as you leaned forward to give Magolor a kiss. He eagerly leans in towards your lips, waiting for you to kiss him. Your lips meet his flesh and slowly departs away. He giggles as his blush goes another layer darker. Your hands find their way to his cheeks, thumbs tracing his cheekbones. Your eyes locked with his as you continued to caress his face. His eyes slowly close and you gently run your fingers through his furr. He hums as your fingers run over his ears.

You begin to carefully pet his ears earning you some soft purring from the mage. Magolor relaxes in your touch, closing his eyes. You let out a light-hearted chuckle. "Goodnight cuddle-bug." Magolor chuckles and opens his eyes again, staring straight into your eyes. "Call me.. your king." He whispers while emphasizing 'your king' and stiffles a chuckle. You roll your eyes lightheartedly and laugh. "Fine, goodnight my king." You kiss him where supposedly his forehead would go. He laughs and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep. You join in the slumber. Drifting off to your own world.

"Can I open my eyes now?" You giggle at Magolors request. "Not yet! Have some patience for once in your life mango!" You lightheartedly mock. If you could see his face right now, he would've probably already be rolling his eyes at you. "Yeah, yeah sure. Now when are we there?!" He huffs out. You chuckle whilst rolling your eyes at the mage. "Patience~" You hum out playfully. Magolor grunts out in annoyance. You can hear his tail flicking back and forth. You chuckle, already reaching your destination. You remove your hands from his face "Okay okay, you may now open your eyes!" Not even wasting a second, he opens his eyes immediately at the word 'open' revealing the beautiful night sky accompaniedby the shining stars. "Finally-" He huffs out although stopping mid sentence right after his eyes dart over to the sky.

You laugh as blush starts forming on your cheeks. You move towards him and proudly bow until making a quick twirl, flailing your arms towards the sky. Making a pose similar to someone who had just performed on stage. "Ta da! So what do you think?" Magolor stares at the sky in awe, mesmerized by the beautiful twinkling stars in the night sky. (Well, I guess I could call it space but nah, don't feel like it.)

Magolor eventually nods. You grin and sit down onto the dirt ground. He joins you sitting right beside you. "You always did seem to have a particular interest in astronomy. So I thought why not bring you here?" You softly smile, eyes focused on the stars but also the view. Although, you couldn't help but notice how some stars had slightly different colors from one another. Sure, not a huge difference between them but still a difference. Some had a tint of-

Two hands had suddenly darted towards you, embracing you in a form of hug swiftly dragging you towards him, causing you to yelp by surprise. "Thank you for all this." Magolor thanks and nuzzles into you. You proudly grin and kiss him on his forehead. "Anytime, cuddle-slut." You giggle. He roles his eyes, clearly annoyed by the nickname. A red blush forms on your boyfriend's face as he nuzzles into you even more as warm heat emanates from him. You couldn't help but laugh at Magolor's affectionate act. It was kind of cute seeing him this affectionate with you.

He parts away from the hug, now being a big red mess. He laughs and hastily grabs your hands, holding them affectionately. You roll your eyes, not in annoyance but somehow in playfulness. It was nice being like this with Magolor. Having your train fixed meant for surprise trips with Magolor. "I love you." You giggle and kiss him again. "I love you too." Magolor let's go of one of your hands and gazes towards the stars. He slumps onto your shoulder in a tired mannerism. You chuckle.

It's calm like this. Just sitting here stargazing with your boyfriend.

You never want this to end.

#AHHH IT'S DONE #HALLOW I'M SO SORRY IF THIS IS BAD!!#i hope you enjoyed it #magolor x reader #romantic #oneshot #x reader #ask #fanfic

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23 Ship of your choice, have fun!

23.…in relief. You later gave me Renju/Pewter, which is very fun. First foray into this fandom, here we go~!

Pewter is a rational man. He has to be! As a scientist, his brain is his most valuable possession. Every phenomenon, no matter how strange or outlandish, has a scientific explanation that can be proven through repeated tests and experiments. If something can’t be explained via logical means, that doesn’t mean the answer is supernatural; it means the science required is at a level higher than humanity has achieved. Eventually, humanity will reach that level, and the world will appear clearer than before. It is the maxim Pewter lives by, the one truth that keeps his world in place.

Amanoma Fuuta, however, is not a rational man, though he tries to be. Were he a rational man, he would not have gone to Marble once, as it’s a place frequented by Date-san, a man with dubious tastes across the board. He certainly would not have returned, were he a rational man, not once nor twice but eight times, on the off chance he may re-encounter the very cute but very drunk blonde who bawled all over his coat about his ex-wife, hit on him with the same level of finesse, then passed out on the bar counter. And were he a rational man, upon learning that said cute blonde is Okiura Renju, Date-san’s premier drinking buddy, he would have ceased all contact, and not have acquired his phone number and started meeting recreationally for drinks and casual sex with a divorcé once a week.

Tonight is one such night, where Fuuta finds himself on a dimly lit couch at Marble with Okiura-san. Mama closed the bar for tonight over a half hour ago, but as a favor to ‘Ren-chan, for the poster~’ she’s allowing them to stay indefinitely. She says this every time. Fuuta thinks she values their company. Pewter thinks she finds Okiura-san’s drunk shenanigans entertaining, although she’s been out of the room for at least ten minutes now. Fuuta wishes he were her, if the growing itch in his knees is anything to go by. He’d love to run off into the night, cut all contact, and forget any of this ever happened, but he’s trapped between Okiura-san and a wall, so he’s not going anywhere. Unless he jumps over the table. Is he that desperate? Do I have enough space?

Thump. Plan canceled. Okiura-san, who until this point was slightly swaying from the beer, now rests against his shoulder. Tufts of silky hair tickle his collar, and Fuuta regrets not wearing his usual outrageous lab coat. Even the tiniest wall would block the faint scent of Okiura-san’s hair—bergamot and frankincense—and how that bit of knowledge makes his heart skip beats he wishes would remain steady. A shield between him and the burnt caramel eyes imploring him with unspoken curiosity, bourbon-induced mirth, and a twinge of ceaseless guilt. Protection from Okiura-san’s uncertain frown and the question he asks in an eternally smooth voice, “Is something wrong, Amanoma-san?”

Yes, I’m experiencing a severe influx of oxytocin, adrenaline, and dopamine right now, Pewter would say, but that’s too revealing for Fuuta. Sure, the odds that Okiura-san is familiar with the hormones your body creates when you’re infatuated are less than 1%, but Fuuta is not a gambler. Gambling is illogical—detrimental to your psyche—even if the only thing he’s risking is his own unexpected feelings. Instead, Fuuta settles on, “I may have had too much to drink.” He did drink more than usual. In a stunning display of logical thought (Hah!), Fuuta’s solution to being overcome by profound yet unrequited romantic interest was to drink until the feelings drowned. Clearly, it’s working out well for him. Why must he fall for a man still recovering from his messy divorce?

“Really?” Okiura-san asks, not convinced. “You’re usually more…oh, what’s the word I want?” He taps his leg and hums, his fingers brushing along Fuuta’s thigh; an act that’s surely deliberate. “Dramatic? Camp? Flamboyant. There we go.”

“Am I?”

“Extremely. Don’t you remember showing Mama your Squad Spacecraft impression?”

Yes, that’s coming back to him. Vividly even. Did I really try to stand on the barstool? Were it not for the alcohol, Fuuta is sure his flushed face would give his embarrassment away. I should stop drinking. For more reasons than one. “I suppose I have a penchant for theatrics.”

“Oh, there it is.” Okiura-san chuckles, and Fuuta must be especially unscientific today because it sounds melodic. “You’re the only person I know whose vocabulary grows when they’re drunk.”

That’s definitely the alcohol. Although Pewter is a scientist, and has three doctorates, he avoids using jargon so people understand him. Inebriation changes that. Fuuta doesn’t think of simpler phrasing, because alcohol makes him stop thinking. Right now, his mind is overrun by how easy it would be to kiss Okiura-san, which isn’t a suitable response. Nor is ‘Sorry, it seems I want to date you. Is that okay?’ What is a suitable response? Pewter would have a well-constructed answer, but Fuuta can only manage: “Oh…?”

“It’s cute,” Okiura-san says. He’s flirting with Fuuta. Of course he is. That’s why they’re here, isn’t it? They meet for drinks, they talk, and then stumble into a taxi back to Fuuta’s apartment for informal sex, and Fuuta wakes up alone. That’s their routine, well-trodden over half a year.

There lies the rub; Fuuta doesn’t want to wake up alone. He doesn’t want Okiura-san to kiss him without it meaning something. He wants there to be strings—no, not strings. Ties binding them together, intangible but felt even without being said. It’s not scientific, but Fuuta leaves science behind at work with Pewter. Now he’s here, enamored with a man that cannot feel the same. A man still reeling from a nightmare marriage, who sometimes drinks too much to forget, and Fuuta brings him back to his home, untouched. Okiura-san only recently accepted himself as a gay man; Fuuta is just helping with that. It’s hopeless. He should quit while he’s ahead; that is the rational thing to do.

The weight against his side vanished. I waited too long. Fuuta is about to apologize for getting lost in worries, but Okiura-san speaks first.“You’ve noticed, haven’t you…?” He glances sideways at Fuuta, before turning his resigned gaze to the table.

The apology dies in Fuuta’s throat. What is he talking about? “Okiura-san?”

“You’ve realized,” he repeats, like it makes it any clearer. “Isn’t that why you’re so uncomfortable?”

Somehow, in the seconds of Fuuta’s awkward silence, Okiura-san’s gotten an unknown idea in his head. Has he really looked that uncomfortable? Boss always said he was a terrible actor—wait. That’s beyond the point. How did they get from A to B? He’s missing information. “I don’t understand.”

He’s being sincere, but Okiura-san says, “You’re terrible at acting.” I know. “Even now I find that charming…”

Huh? Now he’s hitting on Fuuta again? Or, not quite. His tone is too hopeless, in contrast with his words. Besides, Fuuta has seen Okiura-san make the sudden switch between despair and horny, and it doesn’t look like this. He’s seen that apologetic face before—Okiura-san is prone to guilt spiraling—but not like this. Everything feels like a clue, but he’s an engineer, not a psyncer. Observations mean nothing without a hypothesis.

The space between them grew bigger. Okiura-san has scooted further off the couch; he’s trying to leave, like Fuuta wanted to moments earlier. How little he wants that right now. “Okiura-san.” He grabs Okiura-san’s wrist, uncaring if it crinkles his shirt. He hasn’t planned what he should say, but he continues anyway. “I think you’ve reached a faulty conclusion, though I’m unsure what.”

At last, Okiura-san stops moving, although he still doesn’t look at him. Not much granted, but it’s progress.

“I’ve been…lost in my anxiety,” Fuuta continues, forming slow, painstaking sentences, hoping that with every word, the next one doesn’t break the momentary peace. It’s unsurprising Okiura-san caught his anxiety, with his predisposition for it. That said, the cause—“Whatever you believe I’ve noticed, trust me, I haven’t.”–he does not know what is.

Contrasted by how obviously his shoulders relax, Okiura-san’s sigh borders inaudible. The couch creaks and bumps against the back wall as he shifts to face Fuuta, and when their eyes meet, Fuuta stifles a mental groan that even in this situation, his heart rate jumped like he’s still a schoolboy. “Can I ask what’s on your mind?” Based on the subtle tremor in his voice, Okiura-san’s insecurity has yet to dissipate. “You often listen to my repetitive ramblings, so…I’d like to return the favor.”

Truthfully, Fuuta longs to say no, to switch the conversation back to whatever Okiura-san is worried about. Isn’t that a better conversation? But he can’t. He won’t. “Alright.” It was his fault, so he should go first. No matter how stressful that may be. “Truthfully, I was wondering whether I should keep doing this.”

Bang! Okiura-san’s knee collides with the table.

Okay! Okay! Poor phrasing! Bad start, bad start, bad start, awful phrasing! “Not your fault!” I’ve dug a deeper hole! How do you talk about this without sounding accusatory? Fuuta is glad he never let go of that wrist, even if the tugging grows more insistent. “I can’t provide what you’re looking for anymore.”

“Amanoma-san, I—”

Is nothing he’s said correct? “Please listen.” Was talking to another person always so complicated?

“But—”

“I don’t want you to leave,” Fuuta blurts. Well, that certainly won’t help, but he doesn’t stop. “Not now, or in the dark, when you think I’m asleep.” He’s certain this is the wrong answer entirely, yet Okiura-san has stilled. His eyes are fixed on a poster on the wall behind him; he dare not look elsewhere. I want to meet at places other than Marble. To grab lunch despite that meeting up eats into our break. For calls to last longer than perfunctory scheduling. When you kiss me, I want it to mean something. He does not say any of that. “I always want you to stay.” This is more than enough.

The usual saxophone crooning on the radio only serves to punctuate the silence hanging in the air between them. Every beat, every note is a phrase too long of nothing. What is Okiura-san thinking right now? A way to turn him down while apologizing profusely? Does he want to leave? Ah. Right. I should let go. Fuuta’s grip slackens, yet nothing happens.

“Amanoma-san. I’m a divorcé.”

Here it comes.

“You deserve more than me. Far better.”

Of course, he’d do it like this. Cast himself as an unlovable devil if it means even one of Fuuta’s feelings remains unbruised. He inhales—5…4…3…2…1—and wrenches his gaze off the movie poster, back to Okiura-san’s face.

“If you knew the things I’ve done—”

It won’t do; devils don’t exist, after all. “You don’t need to spare my feelings.”

“That isn’t my intention. Rather…” Okiura-san trails off, wearing a familiar worried frown; it’s never suited him. Fuuta waits for him to continue, but he never finishes his thought. Instead, a different one returns. “You really didn’t notice.”

“Eh?” I haven’t experienced this much whiplash since I visited Bloom Park as a teen.

Okiura-san’s wrist slips out from under him, but not—as Fuuta once expected—for him to leave. “I said it the very first night,” he says. A rare and hesitant smile graces his lips, just as both of his hands cup Fuuta’s cheeks. “I like unusual things.”

Oh. Fuuta’s breath catches in his lungs, and Okiura-san’s eyes glitter with wonder. I’ve never seen that before; he may yet see it again.

When Okiura-san kisses him, it is the same as it always was. Okiura-san still pulls Fuuta to meet him, still tastes like bourbon and vanilla chapstick, still fiddles with the high neckline of his shirt, and yet somehow it’s different. Renewed. Like how fruit fell from trees before man ‘discovered’ gravity. Nothing changed, it only became clearer. It’s the maxim Pewter lives by, found in the most unreasonable of places.

Though he knows they have more to discuss, obstacles yet to be overcome, in this moment, brief and luminous, he doesn’t care. He's sick of worrying. Amanoma Fuuta is not a rational man, and sometimes that’s a beautiful thing to be.

#jupewter #renju okiura #pewter #aitsf #ai the somnium files #pewter aitsf #hope.txt #my fic #MAN #IT TOOK A WHILE CAUSE IM SO OUT OF PRACTICE #BUT #HERE YOU GO #I hope you enjoyed it #I had so much fun writing it #these two bitches are so fucking messy and I love them #i'm not putting a read more on this fuck you #ai series

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Oddworld: Code 583 - Chapter 15: Rude awakening

It was dark. Dark and warm, like in a cocoon. It was nice. It seemed like forever since Lure had felt this good. He was floating, as if upon a cloud, wrapped in a comforting warmth. His keen hearing picked up distant, muffled sounds, sounds that were becoming more and more distinct. After a while, he finally understood some of them.

“So... long... he... again... what...”

Words. Muffled and faint words. He would have liked to remain in that comfortable silence. But the choppy dialogue wouldn't stop. An irritated nervous twitch shook one of the Slig's cheekbones, and his eyes shifted on their own under his closed eyelids. He could feel himself slowly getting back into the swing of things, his hearing was already working to decode the conversation.

“Are we sure it's really today?”

“There is no reason to doubt.”

He understood. Lure still couldn't open his eyes, as if they were glued to something, but at least now he understood.

“Good, he keeps making me feel uncomfortable. I'm still convinced there was another way.”

“Maybe, but it was her will. And my trust in her will not be shaken today.”

“Still...”

Ting!

Lure's face twitched again with a slight spasm. Suddenly the voices fell silent, as if they had just caught this movement and were holding their breath. The Slig had not perceived it before, but there was something else, another sound that echoed faintly. Like a light tap on some glass.

Ting! Ting-ting!

This time, it was his heart that reacted. The tinkling had stimulated it directly. It began to beat more strongly in a calm and regular rhythm, and with each pulse a wave spread throughout his being, muscles here and there reacting under this effect.

Ting-ting!

Lure's eyelids lifted and the Slig winced under the glare of the light, brighter than he could endure. He blinked again and again to clear the pain from his retinas, while his arm and tail finally wagged in a clumsy way as he tried to regain control over them.

“What the-! Where am I?” he babbled confusedly.

A simple turn of the head was enough for him to understand that he was confined in a sort of alveolar filled with amber liquid. He was totally immersed. Lure had a moment of motionless panic, but he soon found that somehow he was not choking. He could also hear his own voice very clearly through the substance, and when he tried to open his mouth, the liquid that poured in tasted like honey. Finally, and perhaps most surprisingly, he could see perfectly clearly and without a red filter. His hand went automatically to his face and came in direct contact with his skin. He was not wearing his mask, nor any of his prostheses.

The tinkling had stopped.

Lure turned his attention straight ahead. The place outside his cell was not very big and rather rocky, like a small cave lit by a warm and natural light, a bit like a private room. He finally noticed two figures standing in front of his cocoon, looking at him with gravity. No doubt, they were Mudokons. But what captured his attention more was perhaps the pendant worn by one of them: a perfectly polished and translucent drop of glass in which a small being was moving. The Slig blinked a few times at this inconceivable sight. A small being was stirring inside a pendant, alive. A sort of unlikely insect, a bee perhaps, wearing a headdress similar to a Nemes, which offered him a soothing and benevolent smile, and greeted him with a thin paw.

…

Seeing that he remained totally frozen, his attention entirely focused on her, the bee subtly accentuated her sweet smile and quietly gave a small tap against the glass wall.

Ting!

He was dreaming, right?

“Slept well?”

The Mudokon who wore this necklace, the one with a wrinkled and whitish skin, had just awakened him from his torpor. The time-worn voice had deep, feminine notes. Not knowing what else to do, Lure agreed to answer.

“Er... Hi... yeah I suppo...”

It was at that moment that he recognized the other Mudokon, the one who was standing the most upright and who had white tattoos all over his body. His face was hidden behind a mask of wood and bone, but the Slig, feeling his guts boiling, knew he wasn't mistaken.

“You! You're the one from last time!”

The last time... yes, yes! Yes, of course! The Vykker. Sam. 988. Sam. The Mudokon Sorcerer-Marabou-something. Sam. The lightning that had struck him... everything came back to his memory so quickly that it was incredible that he didn't feel sick.

“Holy shit!” Lure swore. “You're the one who electrocuted me!”

The warrior, with his hands crossed behind his back, simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

“I plead guilty. But I'm surprised you remember it.”

The tranquility of his voice didn't help Lure to calm down.

“Why you-! Where's Sam?”

There was a moment of silence during which the two Mudokons looked at each other. Inside the locket, the insect's wings had drooped slightly.

“Sam!” Lure almost screamed, thinking they didn't understand. “A female of your kind, for Odd's sake! She is blue with yellow and purple feathers! She... she...”

How else could he describe her?

“She... she has crazy powers! She can make lights and summon chicks!”

And then what? Was there nothing else he could add?

“And... and...”

After this time spent with her?

“And she's fucking hurt!”

Why weren't they saying anything?!

“What the fuck! Answer me!”

The warrior was standing as straight as ever, silent as a grave. The other, stooped by the weight of ages, took a step forward towards him. Instinctively, Lure moved forward by mimicry, raising his arm to press it against the translucide wall of his chamber in order to lean on it, or so he thought. Instead, his whole body went through the wall and, carried away by his own weight, he toppled on the ground in front of the old female's bare feet.

“You do really care about her, don't you?”

Lure grunted, shook his head to recover from the shock, and looked up at the sad, faded voice. But he could hardly make out anything now, everything was blurrier than ever. The Slig decided that it didn't matter. Then he heard the warrior's voice.

“I admit that I could hardly believe it, at least until now.”

Lure gritted his teeth. He didn't like him, and he liked even less knowing that he was so powerless and humiliated in front of him. But there was more important.

“Where is Sam?” he repeated fearfully, hoping to speak to the right Mudokon. “Is she alright?”

A saddened sigh answered him.

“It depends on what you mean by 'alright'. But she's not hurt anymore.”

Lure allowed relief to overcome him.

“Can I see her?”

“She awakened you for this reason. She's always known you would come.”

“She?”

Through the blur of his vision, the Slig discerned a small light shining above him.

Ting-ting!

“Oh yeah” Lure simply said. “She. Logical.”

He gave up asking questions, surrendering to the train of thought he had always followed, which basically consisted of 'whatever'.

“So you will see her, this is what will be. This is what must be. But first you have to know... you have to face what you have been missing.”

As if he wasn't in the dark enough already.

“I don't know what you're talking about. I just want to see Sam and be left alone!”

“Asameera isn't here.”

This time, it was the warrior who answered.

“She's in Nolybab.”

Lure felt his insides twist. Nolybab. Then the Vykker had had time to bring her there. Confronted with the nature of the upcoming challenge he couldn't even grasp yet, the Slig clenched his fist hard, scratching the cold stone in the process. It couldn't be worse. He suddenly thought it was impossible to feel more devastated than now. He was wrong. He experienced true annihilation a few seconds later.

“She was transferred to Nolybab twelve years ago.”

At that moment, time stopped.

No words passed his lips. No movement ran through his body. But inside himself, something changed, mutated, twisted, disappeared. Everything disappeared. Absolutely everything. When time, words and movements returned, Lure had turned white.

“What? Wh-what do you mean? She-she was with me a... a few hours ago, or a few days ago... that-that's it. With me. At Gottlieb Industriz.”

“Gottlieb Industriz does not exist anymore. The Vykkers sued the Glukkon who managed this company years ago. He lost everything.”

Lure shook his head, unable to look up. He felt more and more crushed by an invisible and implacable weight.

“What the fuck are you talking about? What? I don't get anything you're saying.”

The neutral voice resumed as if it had not been interrupted.

“Asameera was transferred to Nolybab on the day of the revelation of her existence. The day I came. The day we met. Twelve years ago.”

“Stop it. Stop lying. That can't... it can't be.”

“They took her to their laboratory. She never left. She took her place as a cog in their socie-”

“Stop it!”

It was as if his own cry had pierced everything. Space, time, himself. And through the gaping wound, the truth seeped into him, impregnating him at last with all its cruelty and pain. Drops of water fell by themselves, rolling on his rough and pale skin before bursting against the cold stone.

“Why?”

Suddenly, moved by a heartbreaking force, the Slig raised his head abruptly, a hideous expression twisting his features.

“Why?!” he bellowed. “Why didn't you save her? Why didn't you let me save her?”

His arm shot towards the imperturbable Mudokon but, unable to hold on without his prosthesis, he missed his target miserably and fell flat on his stomach.

“It wasn't the right tim...”

“There was NO wrong time!” Lure yelled as he vainly whipped his arm through the air blindly. “I promised her! I could have gotten her out of there! I could have set her free!”

“You would have failed.”

“No!”

“You would have died. And she would have been lost.”

“NO!”

He didn't know how, but Lure managed to leap straight at the Shaman with a tremendous tail swing. The Mudokon's hand, however, caught his wrist in midair before he could bring it down on him. The Slig, suspended in the air, began to scream uncontrollably, struggling as best he could without success.

“This was to be expected. Please hold him tight.”

Completely hysterical, Lure didn't realize the movement behind him. He barely felt the hand gently touching the middle of his back. He didn't immediately understand what was happening, nor why the blurred scenery was drowning in a thickening mist.

“Lure...”

He suddenly stopped moving. This breath, this voice, he would recognize it between thousand.

“Sam?”

The knife-edge fog enveloped him completely now. The Slig waved his arm more and more frantically in the hope of dissipating it a little.

“Sam!” he desperately called. “Where are you?”

A figure loomed before him. His heart leaping, Lure crawled as fast as he could toward it.

“I'm here Sam! Wait for me! Don't go!”

He was getting closer. Hope and torment mixed intimately. Because deep down, he knew...

“I'm sorry.”

...he knew it couldn't be her.

When the shadow he desperately wished was Sam's revealed itself to him, it had taken the form of the stooped Mudokon carrying the amulet.

“I'm sorry I had to trick your mind.”

With a wide and slow gesture, she raised her arms, palms turned upwards. As if attracted by this movement, misty forms appeared in their turn. Clear shapes, addressed to his mind and not to his eyes.

A long corridor. A one-armed Slig was running, clutching a gun in his single hand. Lure recognized himself immediately. He saw himself firing several bullets, wounding and killing his own people. He saw himself advancing more and more, then being blocked by a patrol. He saw himself raising his gun and pulling the trigger uselessly, because his magazine was empty. He saw himself not having time to dodge and being pierced on all sides by enemy fire, wisps of smoke flying in all directions as his imaginary body burst from the impact.

“This is what would have happened if we had let you. Of course, this is only one of many possibilities. But even in the other cases...”

The scene reset. He was being shot in the back by 988, who had come to his senses and found new mechanical legs. Despite Lure's advance, he had positioned himself in a strategic spot in the distance and waited for the right moment, using a sniper rifle and a single round of ammunition. The shot between his shoulder blades pierced his heart and sent his entire body crashing into a wall, leaving a viscous trail on it. He managed to reach Gottlieb's office. The Interns were falling on him and chopping him up. Asameera was there. Unable to move or react, she watched the morbid spectacle under the laughter of Glukkon and Vykker, tears flooding her anaesthetized face. He managed to free her. The maximal alarm resounded throughout the factory. He had abandoned his weapon to carry her as best he could, on his back and with one hand. They weren't going far. Bullets. A trap. Gas. He was being killed. She was being killed. Or they were being killed together. Inevitably. There was no scenario, among the dozens that kept coming up, where they managed to leave Gottlieb Industriz.

“You have every right to hate us. But what we did was necessary.”

The Slig didn't answer, he wasn't even sure he could hear properly anymore. His whole body was shaking and he was sobbing through clenched teeth, his eyelids tightly closed.

“I share your pain.”

Lure shook his head miserably.

“No. You don't.”

When he looked up at the misty Mudokon, however, he could clearly see the pain in her bulging and tired eyes. Then the fog dissipated, the blurred colors of reality returned, and he could not see much of anything again. He knew instinctively that he was back in the little cave.

“I should have... I should have tried anyway.”

Despite all that had just been shown to him, Lure didn't feel any better, not in the least. He felt as if he had abandoned Sam. All this time, all these years, what had she endured? While he had been sleeping peacefully? He hated the guilt that was eating away at him, that made him want to curse Sam. He probably would have if she wasn't so dear to him.

“I don't like it” he heard above him from the mouth of the Shaman warrior.

The white Mudokon let out a heavy sigh.

“She designated him. He is qualified. He can do it. He must do it.”

“You know this isn't what I-”

“That's enough. Go and get them.”

The Slig felt the old woman move closer to him as the warrior left the area. She crouched down close and put her hand on his shoulder.

“How do you feel?”

Lure couldn't hold back a disdainful and incredulous sound.

“Oh just peachy!” he ironized. “I certainly don't feel like shit, what do you think?”

He disengaged himself from her mark of sympathy and was graced with another sigh.

“I meant physically” she elaborated.

Lure wondered what she meant by that. He didn't have his prostheses, so he couldn't walk and hardly crawl either. For a moment he thought she was making fun of him, that she wanted him to fully realize his inferiority. But just as he was about to spit his venom in the language of his kin, he slowly began to understand. He wasn't hurt. He was not tired. He had literally been able to pounce on the warrior just moments before. Yes, at this point, he felt very fresh.

“I... I'm supposed to be older...”

He tried to count in his head, but it was quite difficult. To tell the truth, before he met Sam, the days were all the same to the point of being indistinguishable from each other. The few times he read the newspaper he didn't pay attention to the date, it was just 'today's paper', period. It was the same when he watched the television program. It was only when he became Gottlieb's personal assistant that he had to pay a little more attention to the dates, when he had to write annual reports. In the end, time was a very vague concept for him. He wasn't even sure how old he was when he met Sam. But he still estimated that he was between seven and ten years old at the time. So if he added those twelve years...

“Holy crap! I am old! But... but I don't feel I am.”

A soft, slightly proud sound of approval confirmed her words.

“That's right Lure. If you had lived all these years in the same disastrous conditions you experienced, you would probably have died some time ago. But the envelope we prepared for you protected and healed you.”

She pointed to the amber honeycomb behind him.

“Even if time has not suspended its course, your good current condition only means that the life expectancy of your species can exceed that which you have been taught.”

“Ah. Yeah yeah. I'm not sure I understand everything, but yeah. I mean, basically it means that I'm still physically able-bodied. I mean, as able-bodied as I can be without my legs and my arm, ha ha.”

He let out a curse in his own language just as the warrior was returning.

“No need to insult me” he moodily stated. “I'm bringing you just what you need.”

Undoubtedly dejected by all these events, and because he was not able to forgive him their first electric meeting, Lure still threw three Slig insults on a little more pronounced tone at him. This didn't stop the Mudokon, who placed something in front of him. Blurred but black objects, which denoted with the warm amber tones of the place. Intrigued, the Slig reached out and touched them... and his heart pounded in his chest. He would recognize that metallic feel anywhere.

“My legs!” he gleefully exclaimed for the first time.

He didn't waste a second and slid his tail inside. The familiar feel of the controls reassured him more than he thought it would, and he nearly jumped with excitement when he could finally stand. He clenched his fists tightly as if to hold the sensation as long as possible to galvanize himself. Beside him, the old female slowly got up and handed him what he had forgotten on the floor.

“And your mask. The air reserves are full” she precised.

Lure grabbed it just as quickly, giving up the fight against impatience. Now that he had regained the use of his limbs and his sight, he felt better. And everything was worthwhile if he was to motivate himself to go to Nolybab. He took a moment to observe himself. The passage of time on his body didn't seem to have had much effect, probably thanks to the alveolar as the old one had said. Except for his skin, which had turned white, he thought that nothing else had really changed. The red and aggressive filter titillated his combative instinct, so he tightened the muscles of his arm and gave a few blows in the air to convince himself that he was ready to fight. Then he tested his legs. They were in perfect condition.

“He has taken great care of them until now” the old one said, pointing to the warrior with a shake of her head.

This one crossed his arms on his chest and turned away without saying a word. Lure pursed his lips but felt that he owed him at least that much.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks I guess.”

“Yeah, okay. You're welcome I guess.”

The warrior's voice was rough and his body tense. Indeed, he didn't seem to like what was happening at all, as he had stated earlier. Trusting a Slig was apparently not easy for him. Anyway, that wasn't Lure's problem. The Slig continued to admire himself for a while longer when something caught his eye. The number on his pants had almost disappeared, but the remaining traces brought back an unpleasant memory.

“This is not my equipment. It's 988's.”

The warrior, his back still turned, shrugged.

“Yes, these prostetics were his. You don't want them?”

Lure felt a bad taste rising in his mouth, not knowing where exactly it was coming from.

“I do, it's just that... I'm just wondering what happened to that bastard.”

He wondered why it mattered to him. He hated this Slig. Besides, he was probably dead by now. Plus it wasn't as if he had helped him last time, since he was controlled by the Shaman. But Lure had his legs. His remains. Maybe that was why.

“He was accused of high treason and sent to Skillya.”

Lure snapped his head up. He hadn't expected this. And more importantly, he hadn't expected to feel such horror.

“You gone and two interns shot with his gun. They concluded that he had released you. His pleas and protests did not change anything.”

Lure wished he had laughed. He wished he could have enjoyed this news, rejoiced at the fate of the bastard. But he didn't. All he could think about was the vision of the Shrink that could have dismembered him. That had dismembered 988. Under the sadistic and smug eyes of their genitress.

No one deserved this.

“I see.”

He didn't want to be here anymore. The Mudokons must have understood this because the old one turned to the masked warrior. The latter tensed even more, but with the insistent eye on him and the Ting ting from the amulet, he agreed to join his hands grudgingly. The familiar fluttering of wings filled the small room, gathered in a circle and began to glow. In an instant, the portal of light was created.

“A quiet area of Nolybab is waiting for you on the other side. We can't take you any further. You will know what to do there.”

Lure bowed his head slightly to the elder, more to show that he understood than to show respect. He walked toward the opening, a knot in his stomach, Sam in mind.

Sam.

“I will succeed, right?”

Lure hadn't turned toward them, but he had stopped.

“I will save her, right? Because it's the right time, right?”

Deep down, he didn't need the answer. Even if it was negative, he would still try.

“Everything is up to you now” the elder only answered.

He didn't get anything else. He didn't need anything else. So, one step at a time, he walked through the gate.

The two remaining Mudokons shared a moment of silence. Then the Shaman crossed his arms over his chest.

“He hasn't even tried to find out more about this place, or about us. Are the Sligs so lacking in curiosity?”

The old female looked thoughtfully at the little bee in her pendant, as if to assure herself that they had done everything right. The insect offered her a reassuring smile despite its drooping wings.

“I'm not sure. My memories of the Sligs are not as pleasant as this one. Like you, I saw them as vile and stupid creatures, just good for committing atrocities.”

She gently hit the glass with the tip of her fingernail. The little being inside returned the few light taps.

“He is no different. He isn't special. He's just been lucky enough to know something other than violence, and especially to have been forbidden to use his own violence against that other thing. Nothing more. That's a fact. And it's also a testimony of hope.”

She wrapped her wrinkled hands around the amulet and pressed it to her heart.

“Someday, maybe this madness will end for them too. One way or another. Everything will depend on the choices of the living and their Quarma. But for him...”

She closed her eyes.

“He has only her in mind. Not this place. Not us. Only her. He doesn't care about anything else. That's what's going to matter. We must have faith.”

There was again a long, heavy silence between them, during which the younger Mudokon nervously scratched his white tattoos.

“I don't like this.”

There was such bitterness in his voice that the old one felt it down her own throat.

“I don't like this at all.”

The old one still didn't answer him, but she could hear him. She knew what he meant. And more than ever, her eyes filled with sadness.

“We shouldn't have. What we did... it was not right.”

Finally she looked up at him.

“It was necessary.”

Then she lowered her head, her heavy eyelids closing, the features of her face taking the aspect of shame and remorse.

“It was... the only way.”

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