First time asking! I just want to say I really love the way you draw Meta and Kirbo, I just love seeing your doodles. If you want, can you write some Magolor fluff?
Aaahh, thank you so much, anon! Glad to hear you like my random high school doodles :)
And it would be my pleasure to write Magolor fluff for you! Magolor is someone who I’ve touched down on a little, so hopefully I can get the hang of his personality! Just in case it gets too long, I’ll put a keep reading. Enjoy, and thank you!
“I knew we never should’ve trusted Susie,” Marx grumbled, his hat and scarf whipping wildly in the freezing wind as he rolled on his ball. “A few words and this is where we are.”
“Sh-shut up for a m-moment, would you, Marx? If S-Susie’s lying, th-then we c-can beat her up after we get b-back, but right n-now, I need that g-gear from the remains of Star D-Dream,” Magolor retorted, surveying the white landscape. “The Lor needs Ancient tech i-if I want t-to get it up and f-flying again.”
The jester looked the mage over, not surprised to see that he was shivering. “Mags, if you die out here, I won’t ever forgive you~”
“I s-said sh-shut up, M-Marx...”
“Alright, alright, just teasing, Mags! But really though, I’m serious-”
“Th-that’s a h-horrif-fying th-thought...”
“Really, Magolor! No joke, you’re going to die if we don’t take shelter soon! This storm is much worse than we need to be in! Screw Susie, our lives are on the line here!”
Magolor drifted closer to Marx, suddenly picking him up. “I-I suppose y-you’re right-”
“Sweet Nova, Mags, you’re like a block of ice! We really need to get out of here!” The jester leapt out of the egg mage’s grip, snatched the mage’s hood in his teeth, and took flight.
“M-m-marx, w-where are we g-going...” Marx didn’t answer, since his mouth was full, and instead tossed Magolor into a tree cleft that sheltered them from most of the wind. He landed and hopped into the cleft with his friend, humming approvingly at the dry leaves that covered the ground.
The jester scooted closer to the mage, making sure to exude as much heat as possible. “Not as good as a hotel bed, but maybe we should share some body heat, Mags?”
“A-all you n-needed to d-do was a-ask to c-cuddle, you k-know...” Magolor’s eyes drifted shut and his hands fell limp- something that didn’t pass by Marx.
“Mags? Mags. Magolor. Wake the hell up, you stupid egg! You have fire magic, dumbass!”
The mage grunted, opening one eye halfway before sitting up. “I d-do! M-Marx, y-you f-fucking genius...” Marx kicked some of the dry leaves away so the whole tree wouldn’t light on fire, and one magical fire orb later, there was a warm fire in the middle.
“Should we still...” Marx gazed at Magolor with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Cuddle? Yeah, sure.” Magolor hugged the jester close to his body, and the jester pressed a kiss to the mage’s face.
Minutes of silence later, Magolor felt really sleepy, but he felt the need to tell his companion something. “Hey, Marx..?”
Marx was just as tired as he was, if not more. “Yeah, Mags?”
“I think... you were right for once. Screw Susie and Iloveyousomuch-”
“What was the last part? And screw Susie...”
“Iloveyousomuchpleasebemyboyfriend.”
“Ok, ok, whatever, love you too, you stupid egg...”
