#Made the mistake of googling weather boy while writing this cause I couldn't remeber the word meteorologist

[kakusu-shipping]

If I’m gonna keep making semi-connected trilogies I should really start linking them together. But at the same time I don’t know if there’s enough plot between them to validify calling them a connected trilogy.

Anyway this is a sort of sequel, sort of alternate branch to Save State and Calling Card because I’ve been having several conversations with Magnificus in my head for weeks and I want to do something self-indulgent.

Future’s Forecast

Magnificus X GN!Reader

In which you just want to know tomorrow’s weather report

In the top floor of the wizard tower was Magnificus, the Scrybe of Magiks. A short fern with a brush, a beard, and a huff to his voice.

You plopped yourself onto his back and sunk to the floor, sitting on the tail end of his foliage. The scratch of lichen and moss mixed with a strangely soft texture. There was something under all this leafage, but you would never know how deep it hid, as the thicket kept you from sinking far into the brush.

Good thing, you supposed, as leaning back into the comforting scratch was a large part of the reason you sat yourself atop Magnificus like he was a rug. That and the obvious annoyance it caused the wizard.

A deep rumbling huff that sounded more of an exhausted growl came from your bushy seat, he was working on some new painting when you’d made yourself at home near the base of his back. “There is plenty of open space to sit.” He spoke in an even tone, holding back irritants.

“Am I hurting you?” You tested, shifting to look up at him.

His expression remained even, the Scrybe of Magiks was not one to spin lies, so with that voice that huffed like a tired wolf he admitted, “No.”

You smiled in your victory, he wasn’t going to shoo you off without probable cause. Hindering his painting, causing him physical discomfort, these were reasons he’d evict you from the tower. But just being a mild annoyance? A slight pressure on the small of his back? He’d allow it, for you at least.

“Do you have no one else to bother?” He spoke with a hidden malice you chose to ignore as he returned to his painting.

“Not at the moment. Goob, Lone, and Pike are all off doing their own training.” Sense returning from the edge, Magnificus had treated his students more lax. It was unclear if he truly learned what was wrong with his teaching method, or if he’d just given up on keeping them as true students.

They didn’t seem to care either way.

“The other scrybes?” Magnificus offered, glancing out the windows of his tower. You shrugged.

“Didn’t check, I came straight here.”

Magnificus didn’t offer a reply to that, he simply returned to his work.

The gentle swishing of his paintbrush filled the silence. You hadn’t checked what he was working on, you weren’t particularly interested. Instead you sunk as deep as his foliage would allow into Magnificus’ back and stared at the sky out his tower windows.

Down so low on his back you would never notice he was moving, the sounds of the brush against the canvas your only evidence he continued to work rather than join you in staring out at nothing.

You could sleep here, same as you could sleep in Leshy’s woods, or Grimora’s fields. The rough brush of grass, moss, and thicket lulling you to a comfortable state of rest. You’d yet to find a comfortable nap spot in P03′s factory, but you were sure to find one some day, with or without the Scrybe’s permissions.

“Say, Mags,” You started, Magnificus gave a hum of acknowledgment, “What’s the weather looking like tomorrow?”

The brushing stopped abruptly.

“...What.”

The chance to bully Magnificus came to light with his clear distrust of a simply question. You rolled tp get a better look at his face as you repeated.

“The weather tomorrow. You see the future. What’s it like?”

Magnificus stared at you, waiting for some sort of punchline, the end of the bit so he could shrug off your foolishness and return to his work. But it didn’t come.

“...My premonitions are not for something as trivial as a weather report.” His even tone wavered, with a slight spit of insult. You tried to suppress your grin.

 “Oh come on, I know you’ve already seen what will happen tomorrow. Surely you saw weather it was sunny or raining, right?” 

“I did no such thing.” He turned his face to geto ut of your line of sight. You hopped from your spot on his tail end and followed his gaze.

“You’re telling me you didn’t look out the window at ALL tomorrow?” Speaking of the future like it already happened felt a little strange on your tongue, but Magnificus’ face as he attempted to avoid such a small matter for his own ego’s sake was well worth it.

“No. I do not. I spend the day studying in the cellar.” He finally decided, which was unlike him. He rather enjoyed painting in the light of his well windowed tower top.

“Well that sounds dreary.” You poked, leaning onto him, “Suppose it’s up to me to change that future then.”

Your smile was teasing, but in a good way. A ‘I’m not letting you lock yourself up for a full day’ way. A way Magnificus wasn’t quiet use to seeing.

Without much else, and without the answer to your question, you turned heel and made way for the stairs down the tower, “A think a lunchtime picnic sounds nice, suppose to be windy and slight overcast tomorrow.”

Magnificus tried to give argument, though he wasn’t sure what he was arguing against. You didn’t let him regardless.

“I’ll come get you around 1pm, so have all your studying done by then. And have something to contribute, I’m not making a whole lunch by myself.”

And with that declaration, you were gone, down the stairs to the third floor hatch, and out the tower. Magnificus watched from his windows as you left his lonely island, running into his returning students on your way.

“Lunch...” He huffed to himself, placing his paint brush on the window frame, “Suppose I’ll bake some bread...”