#magaranza

Looking up, Taranza searched the sky for any sign of it. One set of hands began to fidget with his robe, tying and untying the band around his waist, each knot more intricate than the last.

Spotting a bright, orange dot, the wizard quickly pointed it out. Magolor immediately jumped at this, trying to remember if there was ever a constellation attached to that particular star.

"Felis," Taranza provided, noticing the mage's confusion, "The constellation is no longer recognized, hasn't been for centuries... But I like it."

As the spider explained the history of the long-forgotten constellation, his expression began to relax, settling into a soft smile. The stars’ light shined bright in his eyes, his joy becoming all-consuming. Even as he detailed what Felis had turned into, his smile illuminated Magolor’s world.

Magolor purred at the sight, wishing it would remain forever.

The mage was quickly snapped out of his revelry upon realizing he was purring. He tried to muffle it before Taranza could notice, not wanting him to stop talking.

It seemed the universe was not on his side, as Taranza slowly began to lean into him. All the while, he continued to point out aspects of the constellations formed out of the remains of his favorite one. Magolor was surprised he hadn’t pointed it out yet. This revelation only elevated his purring. He feels comfortable with me, he feels comfortable with me, NOW IS REALLY NOT THE TIME.

In an attempt to distract himself, he tried to focus on what his friend was telling him. Something about a feathered creature? A feathered fire-spitter? What the heck was a fire-spitter??

Noticing Magolor’s confusion, Taranza pointed towards the constellation that was supposed to depict it. Using the stars as a guide, he attempted to illustrate what such a creature looked like. This only confused the mage more.

"I mean... You have encountered one in the past!" Taranza declared, waving his hands around.

"It just sounds like you’re talking about a doomer, bud!” He chuckled, a grin spreading onto his face.

"They are not literally—” Various noises of anguish escaped his throat, before he continued. "They are winged, scaled creatures! I am very certain you have encountered one before!"

"Oh, really?" He purred, "Is ‘feathered fire-spitter’ its real name, or did you just forget the actual word in Common?"

The arachnid stuttered out several curses, indignation filling him at the accusation. His face flushed with, what his friend assumed to be, embarrassment. It looked like Magolor had gotten a clear bullseye.

Deciding to take pity on the wizard, Magolor moved his hands to hold the sides of his face. Turning him towards himself, the mage asked, “Taranza, what is the actual word in Floralian?”

His eyes darted away, expression turning sheepish. He didn’t attempt to remove Magolor’s hands, instead burying himself in them as he became lost in his thoughts. At one point, it almost looked like he was going to fall asleep.

"Say it in Floralian without translating."

He did.

The word translated to ‘dragon’. Taranza was talking about a dragon.

Something in Magolor snapped at this realization, allowing a series of giggles to claw their way out of his throat. Tears stung at his eyes, the giggles warping into full-out cackling. He tried to fight against it, but the convulsions made it impossible for him to form words.

Taranza started to laugh, too, chortling as he leaned into one of the alien's hands. At some point, his hand had started holding Magolor's in place. Neither of them noticed, continuing to laugh until the mage could breathe again.

Peeling his eyes open, Magolor found that Taranza was staring at him. The darkness hid most of his features, leaving the only sight to be his widened eyes. He didn’t need the light, as he felt a burning warmth sink into his gloves.

Blushing, his mind interjected, Taranza is blushing.

The mage’s eyes widened, a golden flush spreading across his face. The glow of it illuminated his surroundings, though it wasn’t enough to make out any of Taranza’s features. It didn’t help that he had now fully buried his face into the other’s hands, attempting to hide his embarrassment. 

They sat like that for several minutes, with Magolor’s hands being used by Taranza as a shield against the world.

It made Magolor’s heart throb.

“Do you want to go back inside?” Taranza nodded.

So they did.

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This will be posted to AO3 after Magoranza Week 2025 is over!

This is the WIP (which is no longer a WIP) I used as a basis for the second day's story! This was initially written from Taranza's POV, but I decided that Magolor needed to Witness Events lol.

His many hands opened cabinets, drawers, and the like to retrieve the many bowls, utensils, and ingredients he would need. In the meantime, he flipped through a cookbook, attempting to figure out which recipe to start with.

Knowing what he was baking for would be very useful for making this decision. Unfortunately, he had no purpose for his baking. He had simply been stressed. It was summertime, after all. The anniversary of his friend’s death was right around the corner, and he desperately needed a distraction. This had been the one relaxing hobby he could think of that didn’t remind him of Her.

So here he was, flipping through various Floralian recipes as he searched for one he could use.

As he gathered everything he needed, Taranza felt a spark of magic within his home. Teleportation magic, specifically. 

Focusing on its energy, he attempted to decipher its signature. There was a cold warmth to it, like it was trying to fizzle out before he could detect it. Poor choice. He dived deeper into that, finding cracks forged together with golden threads. This was highly unusual, though it gave him a clear hint who had cast this spell.

There was only one person he knew who could mold their magic however they wanted through pure willpower. 

He could see them behind him, attempting to sneak up on him with their hands raised. With a mischievous glint in their eye, they raised their hands to cover his front pair of eyes.

“Guess who!” 

Taranza smiled, though he remained silent. He wondered when the Halcandran would remember he could see out of the eyes on the back of his head… Only for it to never happen.

He could see the unrestrained confusion spreading across Magolor’s face, causing him to tilt his head in the cutest way. It caused the wizard to giggle, “You are aware I can still see you, right?” 

The mage blinked, making direct eye contact with him. Taranza slowly blinked back at him.

“Ah!” His hands flew away from the wizard’s face, a golden blush spreading across his face. He swiftly moved next to him, peaking over his shoulder. “What are you working on?”

“Finding a biscuit recipe,” his upper pair of eyes looked away from the pages, allowing the wizard to fully view the Halcandran’s face as he searched. “Not having a lot of luck, right now.”

Magolor’s eyes scanned the pages as Taranza flipped through them. From the corner of his eye, he could see the mage squinting in confusion. It took him a bit to realize Floralian biscuits were Dreamlandian cookies, his uncertainty fading away. Looking back at the wizard, he asked, “Why don’t you just make chocolate chip?”

“I don’t like chocolate chip biscuits,” he absent-mindedly answered, continuing to flip through the book. 

Magolor became lost in thought, now staring into space like he was solving the world’s most complicated math equation. After some time, he muttered, “What do you mean?”

Tilting his head to look at the mage, he cautiously answered, “They’re just too sweet for me.”

“How?” He implored, leaning on the spider. Taranza had stopped paying attention to the book at this point, a light blush dusting his cheeks as Magolor’s hands landed on his shoulders.

“They just are,” he raised one of his hands, gesturing as he spoke, “There’s three different types of sugar in them, if you include the chocolate!”

He was silent for several minutes, debating whether he should defend the honor of a cookie or not. In the end, he decided that the cookie could defend itself. “You got me there.”

The Floralian giggled as the mage nuzzled his face. “So, what kind of cookies do you like?”

In the past, he always had biscuits that could be dipped in tea. As such, they had to be simple in flavor: coconut, hazelnut, almond. When he had first come to Dreamland as a guest, he had been introduced to the idea that biscuits could be complicated.

After that, he started to look more into it. He found recipes from all over the planet, trying to perfect each confection. Sometimes he overmixed the batter, or left the butter out for too long, or tried to rush through things, but that was just a lesson for next time. Although he was proud that he perfect complicated recipes, he always went back to the simplest recipe he could think of…

“I like oatmeal raisin biscuits,” he grinned, resuming his page turning. His extra hands, which he had somehow forgotten about, were now floating beside him. Magolor was dead silent, his face now pressed against his neck. “Is that… bad?”

“No, no! It’s fine!” The mage shifted his head so the wizard could hear him as he explained, “Just… Definitely don’t tell Meta Knight that.”

“Why should I care about Meta Knight’s opinions on biscuits?” He asked, before muttering to himself, “He isn’t making them.”

A burst of laughter fired out of Magolor like a cannonball, shaking himself and the wizard he was attached to. He didn’t understand what was funny about his statement. It was true, wasn’t it?

“This is why you’re my favorite person, ‘Ranzy!” He chuckled, pulling himself away from the spider. “Why should we worry about him right now? He’s not even here!”

The mage floated towards the various bowls and utensils set up, his back turned to the wizard. He was unable to see how this casual statement had caused his face to change hue, his heart running wildly just to pump the blood to his face. He attempted to stutter out a response, but he couldn’t move his mouth out of its slack. The world came back to him as Magolor turned around, forcing his jaw back into place. 

“Have you found it yet?” The mage asked, glancing between Taranza and the book.

“O-oh, um…” He looked down, finding that he had landed on the page. A grin spread across his face as he approached the other, “Yes! Yes I have!”

“Nice! Let’s get this show on the road!” 

Taranza nodded in agreement, giggling as Magolor ran to the oven to preheat it.

This is better than baking alone.

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This will be posted to AO3 after Magoranza Week 2025 is over!

This is for 'Day 6: Baking'! I headcanon that Taranza stress-bakes, especially during the summertime, so this is what came of that!

I also think it's funny to imagine Magolor breaking into his friends' houses, especially with his teleportation ability. At some point, Taranza attempted to implement an anti-teleportation spell into his house, but Magolor just climbed in through the window.

As he waited for the phone to finish loading, he began to notice little details about Taranza. One detail was how gently he held his phone, like it was a small animal he didn’t wish to frighten. The phone, of course, did not care because it was a non-sentient object. It just continued processing the video, the wheel on its screen silently spinning.

Then it happened.

It started with a string of advertisements, each swiftly skipped thanks to the adblocker Magolor forced into the arachnid’s phone. The brief flashes showed useless junk that should only appear on television. At one point, he caught a glimpse of a boat getting sawed in half before it skipped.

Once the onslaught of commercials was over, the source of Taranza’s excitement was finally revealed!

We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I

A full commitment's what I'm thinkin' of

You wouldn't get this from any other guy

His heart shattered into a million pieces, his mind broken from pure shock.

His partner Rickrolled him. No, the love of his life Rickrolled him. In-person, no less.

A quick glance towards him told him the most heartbreaking information of all.

Taranza knew what did, and he was proud of it.

He wouldn’t—no, couldn’t—let the wizard get away with that so easily! Magolor needed to prepare, so he wouldn’t be caught off-guard next time! Taranza was already giggling at his misfortune, he needed to act quickly!

“YOU.” He cried, pointing an accusatory finger at his partner’s face.

He was still giggling as he slyly asked, “Me…?” 

“YOU DARE COME INTO MY HOME,” the Lor flickered the lights as She chuckled, “LULL ME INTO A FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY,” Taranza was now giggling harder, even as he tried to hide it behind his hands, “AND RICKROLL ME WITH YOUR BRICK OF A PHONE?”

The Lor and Taranza both proceeded to lose it. Taranza curled in on himself, tears pouring from his eyes as he wheezed. Any attempts at speaking were immediately cut off by his own laughter, increasing the hilarity of the moment. His ship wasn’t much better, forcing the lights off as She cackled like the old lady She was. The screen flickered, glitching out as the Lor attempted to grasp some form of stability.

Their combined efforts made Magolor titter, shaky laughs echoing from him.

Even as he laughed along, he plotted his revenge. One that would knock Taranza’s metaphorical socks off into Another Dimension! 

… But that was for later.

For now, Magolor wanted to savor this moment.

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This will be posted to AO3 after Magoranza Week 2025 is over!

I wanted Magolor to get Rickrolled so hard you guys have no clue. I initially thought of Taranza doing it unintentionally (given it's a love song), but I wanted him to be a smug bastard. I compromised by giving him the world's clunkiest phone, making him look like a dweeb.

I imagine he initially wanted to get an old Chunky Nokia just because he kept dropping his Thin Modern Phone + his gloves would not work on the touchscreen. Magolor and Susie had to convince him to get a modern Chunky Nokia so they could mod it to Not Suck.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a nearby chair squeaking. Turning his head, he found someone pulling the chair across from him. Upon seeing their witness, they paused.

“Sorry, should've asked.” They nervously chuckled, one of their ears twitching, “Was someone sitting here?”

“You're fine,” he immediately replied, “No one was sitting there.”

They proceeded to stare at him for several minutes, expression hidden yet unchanging. The upper portion of their face was hidden by a bright blue hood, while the bottom was hidden by a white scarf making it so only a fraction of their eyes were visible. Taranza had heard in the past that the eyes were supposed to be the windows to the soul, yet this person’s eyes conveyed no such truth. 

It seemed that the stranger had gathered more information on Taranza than he could on them.

Sitting down in one fluid motion, they scooted the chair towards the table and leaned in. If that didn't surprise the arachnid enough, they reached a hand across the table.

“The name’s Magolor! What’s yours?”

Looking down at the offered hand, he found that there were no visible tricks attached to it. No hand buzzers, whoopee cushions, or other pranking devices. Glancing back up at the now-named stranger, he found that their expression was still unreadable.

“Taranza,” He replied, extending his hand to meet the cloaked figure's, “It is lovely to make your acquaintance!”

“No need to be so formal,” Magolor waved their unused hand, “We’re all friends here!”

He very much doubted this, though he chose to not say anything. His silence did not shield him, as they seemed to pick up on this. “Well, if you don’t believe me… I guess I’ll have to be your first friend here!”

Whatever Taranza was expecting, it was not that. Any semblance of a coherent response left him, leaving him to squeak out a small, “Eh?”

“We are friends now!” They happily chirped, before their voice dropped, “And there is nothing you can do about it.”

A shiver ran through him. 

That was definitely meant to be a threat, but how was friendship threatening? Before he could question it further, they giggled and clapped their hands together. When did they remove their hand? Why did he miss it?

“Anyway!” Their eyes now dazzled, though he couldn’t tell what emotion they were meant to be conveying, “How about you tell me a bit about yourself?”

“Where should I start?”

“Anywhere, really!” Magolor stretched their arms outwards, like they were highlighting how much he could talk about, “But, since you asked so nicely, how about…”

Lifting one of their hands, they curiously looked the wizard up and down. He didn’t move, one set of eyes studying their face while the other stared at their hand. Now that he truly focused on it, the dazzle in their eyes had faded, though they didn’t look sad. They were full of an emotion he could not describe, one that had never been levied onto him before.

Was their unreadability purposeful, or were their emotions simply beyond his scope of understanding?

Blinking away his thoughts, Taranza let out a deep breath. 

Looking at Magolor once more, he smiled. 

“Welcome back, Ranzy! Thought I lost you for a sec,” They chuckled, before sitting up and stretching their hands. Floating to Taranza’s side of the table, they offered a hand, “I’m gonna grab something to eat, before Kirby and Dedede devour it all. Wanna join me on my heist?”

Taking their hand, he grinned, “I would love to.”

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This will be posted to AO3 after Magoranza Week 2025 is over!

If you're wondering: Taranza does not know Magolor's pronouns, so he's just defaulting to they/them. It is a bit irrelevant to the story, but I headcanon Magolor as genderfluid! :D

The two were now sitting at Chilly’s dining table. The snowman was sipping on a cup of cold white tea, while the alien awkwardly held a cup of chrysanthemum tea. Magolor had been staring at the flower floating in his cup, ears occasionally twitching as it stained the water yellow.

Lowering its cup, Chilly looked at him quizzically. “You alright?”

For several minutes, Magolor did not answer. Then, he said, “Yellow chrysanthemums mean ‘slighted love’ in Floralian flower language.”

It narrowed its eyes at that, though it didn’t bother questioning how he knew that. Instead, it asked, “... Bad choice?”

“No, it’s fine.” His ear twitched. Knowing that Chilly definitely noticed that nervous tick, he sighed, “Just… nerves getting to me, haha!”

“Alright, then spill,” it lifted a hand to gesture with, “I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on.”

Taking in a deep breath, Magolor did just that.

“Okay, so storytime!” He giggled, tugging his scarf upwards, “Last week, me and my friend—Taranza, you’ve heard of him, right?—were stargazing and stuff. It was cold, so we were sharing a blanket. That’s not the weird part, though.”

Chilly nodded, trying to figure out why that name felt familiar to him. It was a unique name, that was for certain. 

“So we’re on the Lor’s deck, and he’s trying to tell me about a constellation. Turns out it’s a Floralian constellation! What’s worse? Dude completely forgets the word in Common, so I’m just trying to figure out what the heck he’s talking about!” He was waving his hands around to add more flare to his story, though it just made him look foolish. “By the end of it, I’m just holding his face like ‘SPIT IT OUT, I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT!’”

Chilly chuckled at that, “You were just yelling at the poor guy?”

“Well, I was nicer than that. But you get what I mean?”

Nodding, it motioned for Magolor to continue.

“Right, so… Turns out he was trying to talk about a dragon!” He chuckled at the memory, “Poor ‘Ranzy was so sleep deprived he couldn’t remember Common…”

It arched a brow at the nickname he had assigned his crush, but it didn’t comment on it. 

“Anyway, so we’re laughing about it for a bit! Then Taranza stops laughing, and I look at him to ask him what’s going on.” He paused, tugging his hood over his face. “I couldn’t see him. Too dark. But I could feel him blushing through my gloves.”

“Huh,” was all it could respond with, before it decided to ask, “What do you think caused that?”

“I don’t know! That’s why I came to ask you!” He lifted his hood to look at Chilly, though his hands were still locked onto it. When he couldn’t find an answer in its eyes, he removed his claws from the garment, letting it return to its normal position. 

“Well, you know him better than me.” It shrugged, its bell jostled by the motion, “Figured you had a theory or two.”

Magolor’s hands returned to his cup, his gaze now fixed on its contents. The longer he stared at it, the more his ears lowered, “Maybe I held his face for too long? Could’ve embarrassed him.”

“He was literally sharing a blanket with you,” before the mage could interrupt it, Chilly continued, “But that is a good theory.”

Silence followed, both stuck thinking on this point. 

“What happened next?”

“I let go of his face.” 

Chilly knew there was something more to that statement, so it prodded, “What else?”

Magolor was still refusing to look at it, his gaze boring into his cup. “We went back inside and never talked about it again.”

“... Can I be honest for a sec?” He nodded, a confused look on his face. “You’re an idiot.”

“Eh?”

“You think holding his face crossed a boundary, right?” His nod was more confident this time. “Then why wouldn’t you ask about it? It’s been a week, he’s probably fine talking about it now!”

It took a bit for Magolor to process this, before realization dawned on him. “Oh.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Should I…?”

“Yes, you should talk to him soon,” it sighed, picking up its cup, “Also, finish your tea. It’s supposed to calm you down.”

“Ooooh, that explains it,” Lowering his scarf, he raised the cup to his mouth and took a sip. “Thanks, Chilly. Sorry for… That.”

“It’s fine,” it gave him a humorous grin, a jovial tune in its voice, “I’m sure your loverboy will appreciate an apology, anyway—”

Magolor leapt several feet in the air, nearly splashing his tea onto himself. His ears were pinned to his head, face bright gold, “‘LOVERBOY’?”

… Oh, great. He made a realization I didn’t think about. Letting out a tired sigh, Chilly took another sip of its tea. This was going to take longer than anticipated.

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This will be posted to AO3 after Magoranza Week 2025 is over!

I didn't really know what to do with the "Snowman" prompt, since I never built a snowman irl before. So I figured that I would make Magolor a Menace To Chilly!

(Alt Title: Snowmen Usually Get Their Vacation Days Interrupted during the Summer for No Good Reason.)

I used a WIP as a basis for Magolor's story, so hopefully y'all will see that soon! >:3c