Kirby's World Imagines

Magolor/F! Reader .:Lemon Tea:.

Art by: Amaterasu 121

Edited: 2/23/19
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Why.

Why did you do that.

You stared blankly at the site in front of you, entirely frozen as your brain eagerly fished angle to angle for a reason to move. You damned yourself internally for refraining defense.

No, your body had to impulsively slap the person who degraded your background. You knew no matter what prepared stance you held at this moment, he would break it. His vast association with his magic would not be put down by a young youth who could not understand it.

You don't know what you don't know.

And there you stay, shocked as the other person lingered towards your very soul-- knowing you could immediately attack, but how could you.

He stepped closer as you stood preciously, awaiting for physical contact to harshly collide to your face to slap the sense of respect back into your nervous system.

"You should have looked out,"

He nearly stuttered, not seeming as though he even appreciated his own reckoning actions. But if he stopped now, all the determination he gained from trying to keep you in check would be lost and the receiver would not learn, would she? He would not give that up just for you to not be given negative feedback, as you were to be damn grateful it would not be your worst.

From this did he stand tall infront of your slightly smaller form that quirverd oh so heavily, but only underneath your skin. With such a phenomenon did you only expext to lash out once more tentatively as you just had, but that would leave to phase 2: a cat and mouse fight. And for what you knew when it came to the magical wizard, you did not ask for such a thing even as a simple defense.

Instantly grabbing your hand he brought it up to his face as his eyes did not peer to anything besides your broken, crushed orbs.

Your heart only crackeled more and more being layered in worry as his voice rang your ears.

"Sometimes,"

he started, crushing your hand, activating new arousal for your unstoppable fear,

"You can't have what you want, even when you battle for it"

He threw your hand down, barley turning as he was given a dry mouth that cracked his voice at the end of his sentence.

"When will you learn, ___, that if you are insulted by someone, that poses power noless, that it would be best to walk away? I mean, knowing you for so long I'd assume your brain was functional"

He leaned away, allowing your form the grand permission to breathe freely, but barley, because as soon, to keep your same cold situation, he used his power to grab your person inside of a bubble to only throw you to a chair in the same room. The room being the main one where his gigantic and advanced computer lay to rest and be assigned tasks to assist with the daily needs of the this egg-head.

Slamming against the white and cussioned area would have been fine if your back did not land harshly against the spine of the chair that did nothing but go against your very bone.

He rushed toward you, still feeling as nervous as you internally, wondering if he would hurt a woman.

"I only fight warriors,"

he whispered still traveling over; his mind only thought of that truth. He only fought against males such as the fearless one named Kirby, and another who constantly dismembered his patience.