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papa....me...want more movie....PAPA ME WANT MORE MOVIE
But genuinely tho that oryx fics are so incredibly entertaining i love them sm 😭❤❤🩹
(Not so) Fun Facts
Ryland Grace x reader
✶⋆.˚ summary: Rocky accidentally slips up about human poly-amory to Oryx, chaos ensues.
✶⋆.˚ yaps!: HI SO UHM SO SOREY I HAVENT BEEN POSTING THAT MUCH.. ive been crashing out since my bum ass liar ex chatted me (SOMEHOW?? I HAVE HER BLOCKED ON ALL PLATFORMS) HOPE U LIKEY!! p.s if there's 'lead-filled' PLS IGNORE IT I MADE TS HALF ASLEEP
You sat at the main metallic workstation, trying to cross-reference a digital manifest of specialized drill bits. Ryland was sitting next to you, a pair of magnifying goggles pushed up onto his forehead, looking thoroughly exhausted as he tried to sketch a structural seal for an atmospheric converter.
"I am telling you, it is a matter of basic geometry," Rocky’s vocoder chirped from his designated perch near the radiator vents. The bright, turquoise-tinted Eridian was gesturing emphatically with two of his clawed limbs. "I spoke to the other engineers. I told them of the human mating custom. I told them that sometimes, a human stone does not merely rest against one other stone. Sometimes, a human stone forms a cluster. A 'poly-amory.' I explained that you and [Name] are a cluster of two, but your biology allows for expansion. I merely mentioned it as a fun fact of meat-sack sociology!"
Ryland dropped his stylus with a sharp clatter, staring at Rocky with wide, horrified eyes. "Rocky! Why would you tell them that? You know how Oryx is! You know Oryx has zero concept of boundaries when it comes to us!"
"It’s too late, Ryland," you sighed, gesturing toward the reinforced airlock door. "The structural is already at a G-minor. They're coming."
Right on cue, the heavy outer seal hissed open. The rhythmic, heavy thud-thud-thud of five massive, iron-based legs echoed into the room. Oryx did not just walk in; they practically drifted, their immense, glossy obsidian carapace gleaming with a fresh coat of high-temperature industrial wax. They looked like a sentient, five-sided luxury vehicle.
Behind Oryx shuffled two smaller Eridian assistants, struggling under the weight of a massive, heavily insulated, steam-venting container.
"Greetings, my beautiful, aerodynamic pair! " Oryx’s synthesized computer voice droned, though the sheer theatricality of their body language completely contradicted the robotic tone. They rotated slowly on their carapace, pointing directly at you, then at Ryland, then back to you"Rocky has illuminated my understanding. I was foolish to think I had to choose between the aerodynamic softness of [Name] and the fierce, balloon-chested territorial display of Grace. You are a cluster. And a cluster always has room for a core of pure iron."
Ryland pinched the bridge of his nose, his shoulders slumping. "Oryx. We are very flattered. Truly. But when Rocky mentioned polyamory, he didn't mean we were actively holding open auditions for a third partner."
"Nonsense," Oryx hummed, a jaunty, syncopated rhythm vibrating through their core. "Your soft, squishy bodies are clearly under-insulated. You are crying out for a protector. Assistants, present the First Offering of the Combined Cluster."
The two assistants stepped forward, popping the heavy latches on the steaming container. A thick, billowing cloud of warm, heavily filtered air rolled across the laboratory floor. It smelled intensely of vaporized mint and hot copper.
When the mist cleared, you saw what was inside; a massive, custom-molded mattress made of woven, shimmering lead-fiber strands, topped with two perfectly shaped, form-fitting indentation cradles that matched your and Ryland’s exact body dimensions.
"I have constructed the Ultimate Tri-Cuddle Basin," Oryx announced proudly, their body tilting into a deeply seductive?, low-slung stance. "It is lined with fluff to protect your fragile, water-filled cells from cosmic radiation. The central indentation is precisely calculated to fit my lower carapace. You two shall rest in the side-cradles, safely pressed against my internal heating lines, which I have permanently locked at thirty-seven degrees Celsius. We shall become a solid, immobile tripod of affection."
You bit your lower lip so hard it hurt, trying desperately to suppress the hysterical laughter bubbling up in your chest. "Ryland, look. They made a custom tri-cuddle basin. And they measured our bodies for it."
"How did they even get our measurements?!" Ryland spluttered, his face turning a brilliant, spectacular shade of crimson as he glared at Rocky.
Rocky immediately raised two of his limbs in a gesture of absolute innocence. "I did not give the metrics! Oryx used the laser-scanner from the maintenance bay while you were sleeping! Oryx is pervert!"
"A true suitor utilizes all available technology," Oryx droned smoothly. They took two heavy steps closer, crowding right into your personal space. The immense, comforting heat radiating from their shell felt like standing next to a perfectly calibrated furnace. A large, polished claw reached out, hovering mere millimeters above your hand, vibrating at a frequency that felt like a gentle, rhythmic purr.
"[Name], feel the resonance of my home-vent," Oryx murmured. "I have synthesized a acoustic frequency that matches the exact resting heart rate of a calm human. I am simulating a pulse for you. Let us merge our frequencies. Let us eat sugar-panes in the basin."
"I mean, the pulse simulation is actually kind of sweet," you teased, sliding your hand closer to the warm metal. "And my back has been killing me from these Eridian chairs. That fiber mattress looks incredibly supportive."
Ryland stood up so fast his chair rolled backward into the workstation. The sight of you actively contemplating the alien cuddle-basin brought out his absolute finest, most ridiculous display of human jealousy. He marched right between you and the giant obsidian alien, puffing his chest out so far his button-down shirt strained at the seams.
"Alright, that is enough! Step away from the cuddle-basin, [Name]!" Ryland ordered, pointing a stern, trembling finger at Oryx’s featureless sensory cluster. "Listen to me, Oryx. I am the primary heat source in this relationship! My natural homeostatic efficiency is a marvel of evolutionary biology! I don't need to hack my cooling lines to simulate a pulse—I have a real, organic, blood-pumping pulse right here!" He slapped his own chest dramatically. "And furthermore, my cuddles are historically rated as 'excellent' and 'highly breathable,' unlike yours, which would literally crush our ribcages if you rolled over in your sleep!"
Oryx stood perfectly still, processing the outburst. Then, a sudden, high-pitched, incredibly delighted whistle piped through their exhalation vents.
"Oh, the magnificent male prances again!" Oryx gasped through the translator. "Look at how his blood vessels dilate! Look at the exquisite tension in his jaw! [Name], your mate is a creature of infinite passion. His refusal to share your softness only makes me desire the cluster more. I wish to be a part of this beautiful, aggressive ecosystem."
"I am not an ecosystem!" Ryland yelped, his voice cracking a little in sheer frustration. "I am a high school chemistry teacher trying to establish basic relationship boundaries!"
"Your anger is like a solar flare," Oryx cooed, their body tilting toward Ryland now. "So bright. So volatile. I shall build you a custom titanium containment vessel for your rage, Grace. We shall place it in the center of our nest."
Rocky let out a massive, metallic groan from the corner, slapping his carapace with two claws simultaneously. "Oryx, you are disaster! You are making the meat-sacks lose their minds! They do not want a rage-vessel! They want to do science!"
You couldn't hold it in anymore. You leaned against the workstation, burying your face in your hands as your whole body shook with silent, helpless laughter. Ryland looked over at you, his expression a deeply comical mix of betrayal, embarrassment, and sheer exhaustion.
"You're not helping," Ryland hissed, though the corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he looked at you.
"I can't help it," you gasped, wiping a tear from your eye as you stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Ryland's waist. You looked up at the giant, vibrating structural engineer. "Oryx, we are incredibly honored by the Tri-Cuddle Basin. Seriously, the craftsmanship is a ten out of ten. But even though human relationships can be a cluster, ours is currently at maximum capacity. Ryland’s natural homeostasis takes up a lot of room, and my logistical brain can only handle one frantic scientist at a time. We have to decline the tripod."
Oryx remained silent for a long moment, the jaunty organ-hum slowly fading into a quiet, mournful minor chord. The two assistants lowered their heads (bodies??), looking deeply disappointed.
"A structural tragedy," Oryx sighed, the vocoder carrying a heavy, synthesized weight. "The arch remains a duo. My iron foundation must wait in the shadows. But I shall leave the fiber mattress here. In case your homeostatic efficiency fails during the cold season, Grace, and you require the superior thermal mass of an Eridian suitor."
With a slow, dramatic, multi-legged pivot, Oryx turned and began their majestic, sideways strut back toward the airlock, their assistants dutifully scurrying after them.
"I shall return tomorrow with a specialized lubricant that eases joint pain in bipedal carbon-forms!" Oryx called back right before the door hissed shut. "Do not lose hope, my fragile treasures!"
The room fell completely silent, save for the faint scent of mint and hot copper lingering in the air. Rocky let out a long, whistling breath.
"Oryx is very persistent," Rocky stated. "But the mattress is very high quality. You should keep it."
"We are not keeping the courtship mattress, Rocky," Ryland muttered, though he looked down at the shimmering, perfectly contoured fiber bed with a look of slight curiosity. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and turned to look at you, his arms winding tightly around your waist as he pulled you against his chest.
"So," Ryland murmured, his eyes narrowing playfully as he looked down at you. "A ten out of ten for craftsmanship, huh? You were really considering that tripod."
"Hey, I'm just saying, a lead-lined, radiation-proof bed that matches my exact spinal curvature is a pretty solid pitch," you laughed, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his jawline. "But don't worry, Grace. Your natural 37-degree pulse is still the only ecosystem I want to live in."
Ryland let out a soft breath, his expression softening into that deep, fiercely protective warmth that no alien technology could ever replicate. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a long, lingering kiss that completely erased the lingering chill of the alien habitat.
"Good," Ryland whispered against your lips, a bright, triumphant grin returning to his face. "Because I'm not sharing my squishy human partner with any rock. No matter how well-buffed their carapace is."
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