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tmwcs · 2 years ago

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His and Her Perspectives - Chapter 4 (18+ only)

Chapter 4! This isn't the surprise btw, i just happened to finish editing this draft and decided to post before going to bed. Another smut chapter, so minors DNI. Again, i warned HHP starts off a little bit slow and lots of smut is in it, but trust me the storyline and developing plots are coming soon, just like MGR and MRE arcs. HHP just starts off by continuing the series with day to day events of you and Heeseung, so that's why we haven't reached the good parts yet, but we're really close.

Pairings: A handsome stud MGR/MRE/HHP Heeseung and you.

Warnings: Again, smut...like very detailed smut. Another chapter of you getting ruined by the stud Heeseung. Rough sex, unprotected, breeding kink, contemplating of stopping and continuing sexual act, waking up to sexual acts (non-penetrative) and some curse words.

Again, a couple (or maybe just one more) chapter(s) and we get to the good stuff, in the meantime...you get rammed loved by your man.

-Begin Read-

The trip to the valley felt like an eternity, the four-hour drive was exaggerated by the slurred traffic and lack of scenery, only up until the last hour of travel did the view become memorable by the charm and beauty of nature and the widespread of vineyards.

The girls made the trip worthwhile; you enjoyed listening and chiming in on the jokes and harmless gossip that led to minutes of hard laughter and wide smiles. Emily had fit right in with the girls, and you enjoyed seeing that she was used to the circle of friends. Though you didn’t let it show, you kept wondering how Heeseung was doing in the separate car with the guys, especially seeing as he volunteered to drive.

He must have felt so sour about being separated from you, that being behind the wheel was one way to take his mind off it. That, and the fact that he was able to fluctuate the speed of the vehicle to be either next to or behind you and the girls. Though he didn’t attempt to catch your attention or look through to wave, his eyes remained ever glued to the road, however, you had an inkling that he used his peripheral vision to view you through the window.

By the time you guys had arrived at the rental, it was near dawn. The boys immediately went to the nearest store to grab everything they needed to start grilling, while you and the girls took out all the luggage and designated rooms.

The house was large, huge in fact. It had over six bedrooms and bathrooms, all were spacious and tastefully decorated with romanticized bedding and upholstery. It was all very vintage, with a range of pink and nude damask patterns and threaded wallpaper to match.

The living room was the largest space in the entire house. It had a large window wall that overlooked the vast acreage of the valley, all covered with rows of grapevines neatly displayed and ready for harvest. The living room had been furnished to fit the details of a home theater, with a large tv mounted on a wall, hanging above an elongated console set, with three large sets of couches facing it. Each sofa easily seating at least six people.

The open floor concept of the home theater shared the kitchen that was located on the opposite end. There was plenty of counter space and a large island that overlooked the main living space. It was truly the perfect spot to stay in for a large group.

After picking out the rooms, situating the luggage and unpacking, everyone decided to link up with the guys outside, seeing how they fared with the BBQ. The night was filled with laughter, drinks, and games as you all enjoyed the warm night air, dining on the large picnic table on the patio right outside the living room.

During the entire dining event, you and Heeseung sat across from one another. Sitting next to Emily, you engaged in friendly and humorous conversation as he propped his arm on the table by the elbow, resting his face on his hand. His free hand, however, would brush up against your leg as he reached down, causing you to glance over to find him facing you. His handy baseball cap, as always, covered his eyes, leaving only his nose and his smirky lips exposed. Each time you felt the touch of his hand on your kneecap, he earned a quick glance from you, sometimes with a slight smile and chuckle accompanying it, causing his smirk to grow.

You did enjoy yourself with the group, however, it was quite challenging seeing as how Heeseung was dressed all in black, which only enhanced that mysterious vibe he was unleashing with the cap covering his eyes. His ensemble marked with the scent of his cologne made him irresistible. You did a good job to keep composed and act as if you weren’t affected, but found it internally humorous after noticing how the girls, including Emily, took turns to take a minor opportunity to flick a glance at him at some point in the night. You didn’t mind at all, you took it as a form of a compliment, seeing as how you noticed their boyfriends, to include Jake, all doing the same to you.

Seeing the reaction, you both earned from everyone else, it almost felt as if you and Heeseung had belonged to one another. You both gave off a similar vibe when it came to the peak standards of attraction and sex appeal, Heesueng being more mysterious and masculine while yours was more charming and natural in the feminine aspect.

His face remained in your direction, you’re unsure if he noticed the looks from the others at all. You pretended to not notice him facing you, only viewing from your peripherals or the occasional glances, did you noticed that his face went from leaning on to his hand as he straightened his head and began rubbing his index finger along his lips. All the while tilting his head slightly back to show his gleaming eyes staring at you beneath the shadow of his hat. The smirk increasing against his suggestive rubbing of said finger caused you the knot in your gut to formulate, enhancing the tingling and numbing sensation to emerge as you kept yourself together, yet internally you were moaning your heart out for him.

Had it not been for your constant conversation with Emily by your side, your composure would have faltered, displaying your weakened state, especially since his free hand remained on your leg the whole time.

Once everyone was done feasting, you all decided to watch a movie. Regardless how late it was, the frequent consumption of alcohol with dinner had everyone develop a spry state of inebriation. Though you didn’t consume not nearly as much, two glasses of wine did give you a blissful buzz, as did Heeseung.

After cleaning up the picnic table and washing the dishes, you all gathered on to the sofa sets. You and Heeseung had the center sofa to yourselves since each couple gathered on the other two to share the unfinished bottles of wine and liquor leftover from dinner. You were content with the buzz alone and it seemed Heeseung was as well, so you both enjoyed sitting next to each other as the lights were all turned off and the movie began playing.

Halfway into the movie, you noticed each couple falling asleep, some remained on the sofas, while others were cuddling and sleeping on the massive plush rug in the center. Once you noticed it was you, Heeseung, Jake and Emily that remained awake, you shifted to sit on your side, with your back facing him as you leaned in on your hand, propping it with your arm against the back rest of the sofa. Heeseung’s arm was extended and rested along the top of the connected backrest, his hand inches away from the back of your head. You felt his fingers pinching a grab of your hair and twirling it around his fingers. The reflection of the window wall showed that his face remained in the direction of the TV, yet the details of his eyes under his cap remained inconspicuous and you wondered if he was actually looking at you.

The very moment you had wondered about his eyes, you had suddenly drifted off to sleep. You recall briefly waking in the middle of the night, well after the movie was over. The TV went into rest mode and shut off, leaving the room nearly pitch black had it not been for the moonlight peering in through the large windows. Heeseung pulling you in to lay next to him is what woke you. The feeling of his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you backwards, laying you down on your side, facing the back cushions of the sofa, while your back was nestled tightly against his chest. The sound of slumber exhales from the others filled the room as you fell back asleep.

The dream you had was pleasant, possibly due to the glasses of wine you had. It was the first time you dreamed of you and Heeseung, and it felt so real. The stimulation of the numbness and tingling rising from your pelvis to your chest as you felt him laying beneath you, thrusting upwards and fucking his body fluids into you. The rays of sunlight coming into the setting allowed for you to fully view every muscle definition his body secured, which had only made your dream that much better as the visual effect increased the euphoric sensation. It felt so real. It felt too real.

Your eyes remained closed, yet you came into consciousness as you felt your body being pressed and rubbed from behind. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist, to the point where it became slightly painful. You raise your hands only to be reminded that you were facing the back cushions of the couch, trapping you against him. His mouth leaving you sweet and wet kisses on your neckline, the straps of your fitted summer dress slinked down below your shoulders, fully exposing skin, collarbone, and the cleavage of your cradled bosom. The bill of his hat grazes along your cheek as he continued to kiss the soft skin below your jawline, eventually sucking on it.

You feel his arm loosen around your waist as he reaches up and unties the laced string at the front of your dress, holding your breasts together. Pulling the string loose, you feel the cool air creeping into the center of your chest as the lacing comes undone, allowing the dress to peel down and exposing your breasts. He reaches in through the loose material and takes advantage of your decision to not pair the dress with a strapless bra, giving him full access to the pure nudity of each mound as he takes a handful, massages, and slightly pinches the nipple.

His handling of your chest caused you to bite your lip, desperately trying to hold back the moan. It barely helped, as you did your best and yet, a quivering gasp whispered out from your mouth as he dry thrusted his hips against you. You placed a hand on his arm, which had gone back to you wrapping itself around your waist as each thrust became more intense, you tapped along the hard muscles of his forearm and whispered your pleas to him.

“Heeseung…please…not here. We can’t…” You whispered as quietly as you could, your voice was seeping out in between, the sensation was ridding your body to succumb to his act, and you found it nearly impossible to control it.

“Mmm…wrong name baby.”

Your eyes widened at the low tone that spoke out. He didn’t even attempt to whisper, it was deep and dark just as it always was, but not as Heeseung.

“Ethan…!”

You harshly whispered in slight panic, the moment you did so, his movements became faster and harder. You felt his hand reach down, grabbing on to your mini dress as he rolls it up and snakes his hand underneath and begins to pull down your panties. He nearly rips them as he drags the flimsy material down just far enough, where he lifts one of your legs to feed through it, leaving it to remain wrapped around the other.

Realizing that it was Ethan’s dark persona that was stimulating your body had you worried, knowing how much of a rough lover he is, you didn’t want to risk waking everyone. Yet, finding your voice on the matter was hard, too hard, because the sensation he was subjecting you to felt too good and as much as you wanted him to stop, you felt just as strongly in wanting him to continue. A contradiction that you always found yourself in whenever Ethan was with you.

“Ethan…please…not here. Not here…Ethan.” You whispered trying to refrain from sounding so desperate, yet the slight moaning in between proved only that you were enjoying the feeling, and he saw it plain as day. It was obvious that even though you were concerned about waking the others, it was minimal compared to your body’s reaction and the sound of your voice.

He didn’t respond, instead, he halted the sucking of your neck and lifted his face to seal your lips into a lengthy kiss. His tongue harshly penetrated through every barrier you measly put up, massaging every inch of your mouth. The way he had your body weakened from his motions caused you to lack the strength to build some level of restraint. Every moment you heard someone turn in their sleep stirred you to panic, causing you to try and peel his forearm off your waist, but was useless as you lacked any strength to do anything. The harder he went, the more the pleasure had sucked you dry of any energy within you.

You felt his arm loosen once more, though this time, it was to reach around and undo the button and zipper of his black jeans. Initially shocked out of your pleasured state, just only for a second, you lost the opportunity to harshly whisper out for him to refrain or even suggest going upstairs, as his free hand moves up and presses your face against his, sealing your lips yet again in a passionate kiss.

This was the way Ethan was, he was passionate, sexy, and dangerous. He found it thrilling to take certain risks, and by working you he was slowly getting you to enjoy it as well. Just like he did when he fucked you in front of Samuel. This was the side of Ethan that you did reluctantly enjoy, just as there were aspects of Heeseung’s side that Ethan lacked, yet you loved it just as much.

Once he fed his phallic muscle through the opening of his briefs, you immediately felt the smooth warmth of the skin and the stiffness of the shaft as he begins to feed it between your legs. You felt him wrap his fingers near the tip, guiding it in between and disrupting the neatness of your folds as you felt them spreading. The enigma of your desires rambled inside as you went from desiring him to go on, then suddenly changing heart the moment you felt his tip breaching entry. You reacted by closing your legs as tight as you could, but it did nothing. His muscle was too hard and stiff, it pushed through with ease, and you found yourself no longer wanting to pause, instead, you wanted him to keep going.

The tightness of your entry admitted friction and slight struggle for him to go all the way in, he committed to small thrusts to inch his way in little by little, causing your walls to promote moisture as you feel him entering in deeper and deeper. The more fluids your walls created, the easier he was able to enter, and before you knew it, he was all the way in. His mouth opened wide and covered your ear as he let out a single, deep and gasping moan as he rotates his hips, burrowing his dick deeper into you.

Yet again, the contradiction of your desires pulls and pushes your mind left and right as you began to feel yourself wanting to stop, knowing that the height of your gasping moans rising in volume, no matter if they were whispered out or not. Trying to prevent the risk of waking everyone, you appealed to him yet again, although barely hanging on to your pleas as you felt yourself changing your mind yet again at the immense pleasure Ethan was giving you.

“Uh! Eth…Ethan...uh! Ethan. Uh Ethan please!”

Your moans came out less pleading and more pleasurable as you felt him gaining more depth with each thrust. The last bit of your hesitancy disappeared, and you found yourself back to wanting him to keep going after he slightly lifted your free leg. By sliding his hand up underneath your knee, your leg submitted to a natural bend, bringing your ankle in for him to reach and grab onto. He pulls it around his back side before he slides his hand back up and reaches over to plant it on your inner thigh, keeping your leg spread in place. Now that you were wide open, he was able to speed up his thrusts, which he did sharply, lacking any gradual approach.

Hearing your whispers turning into full vocal moans, he moves his free hand up to cover your mouth, pushing your head back to lean against his throat. The shifting movement of your body jolting upwards from his thrusts admitted your forehead to tap the smooth surface underneath his jaw, upon feeling it, he further tilts your head back as he muffles your moans and gasps. With your head now pressed up against his Adam’s Apple, the stretch of your throat as your facial features fully suspended upwards, he looks downward to touch the tip of your nose with his own. He removes his hand from your mouth just a moment to admit an upside-down kiss as he thrusts into you, causing you to be shifted up and adding depth to the kiss. The hand that remained on your thigh comes back up and once again, wraps around your waist as you feel your dress slowly coming back down and covering the visual of his cock thrusting into you, as if it wasn’t happening. The smoothness and shined coating of his skin, effortlessly going in and out of you almost appeared as if his cock was melting into your entry. The shaft was slick and connected into you, fully swallowed in, and looked as if it was feeding your cavity as it remained tightly wrapped around him.

The wrap of his arm around your waist added to the momentum as you felt his strength lift, push, and pull you up and down, wherever he wanted you as he thrusted. His hand went back to muffling your moans after the kiss, though you’re not sure if it had helped. Thank goodness everyone had fallen asleep drunk, otherwise they would have surely woken up to the harsh gasps that were coming out of you as Ethan fucked you harder and harder. Even with him muffling your moans, you felt his mouth coming near your ear as he teases you with a gesture to be quieter, knowing full well you couldn’t, as evident by the feeling of a smirk forming against your helix.

“Shhh…come on baby. You gotta be quiet so I can keep fucking you.”

His voice low and deep yet quiet as he speaks into your ear, tickling it in the process. All of which was followed by a tender kiss right above your helix as he inhales the scent of your hair, a small and nearly breathless chuckle comes out of him as his breathing becomes heavier while he relentlessly fucks you. It didn’t matter if you both were in a room shared by others, or if they were peacefully asleep and unaware of what he was doing to you, none of it mattered to him, he kept going in harder, faster, and added just as much vigor as he would have if it was being done in private.

The peak of the tingling and numbing emerged and you felt your orgasm approaching. Your gasps and moans increase, his hand that muffled each sound emitted from your lips slightly tightens and adds pressure to your face as he goes faster and faster. His face burrows into your ear, while his lips are in contact with your jawline. He breathes deeply against your skin.

“Come to me…baby. Eden…come to me baby girl.”

The last words you heard him breathed out as your mind faded once you felt yourself cumming.

HERS

The state of y/n’s mind became a paradox of being aware and unaware. There was a deep, dark, and alluring side that y/n felt herself opening up to, as if she could feel herself changing yet a slight bit of her true nature stayed intact. Like a dream, it felt as if she was watching herself in third person as she permits the sensual and sultry side of her take over, the side that was Ethan’s equal, Eden.

Each time y/n had changed, it always submitted her to a state of delusion. It felt real, yet by morning she wouldn’t have any memory of the event, completely forgetting everything the moment she experienced tunnel vision and became dormant.

As her Eden side emerged, so did every dark and twisted desire that laid deep inside y/n’s heart and soul. All of the deep pleasures of sexual desire that she never knew existed, that had stayed hidden and “asleep” for so long. Of all the times she had experienced sexual intimacy with Samuel, never was there a moment where it was as fervor or intense like it was with Ethan, all she ever knew of sex was the slow, romantic, and the mirage of every good girl’s reality of sex. She was withheld from experiencing the vile, sordid, and wicked aspects of it, yet the moment she did, it became the most pleasurable she’s ever felt.

y/n felt herself stepping out of her comfort zone. Every single corrupt and improper image of sexual acts run through her mind, enabling her to move in sensual slow motion, yearning for more. Her moans became more relaxed, though still strong in vibration, they were less whiny and more pleasurable, more desirable, and sexual in nature. With her sultry eyes re-opening, Eden awakens.

Her hands move up, dragging along the curves of her body. She gently taps her fingers on Ethan’s hand covering her mouth, while the other wraps two fingers around the slick coated shaft as it remained fully inserted inside of her. Massaging it, Ethan slows his thrusts as his body quivers at Eden’s touch. With Y/N, Ethan loved having the soft and pure aura to fuck into, hearing the cries and moans of y/n’s good nature breaking and succumbing to his freakish sexual acts.

Then there was Eden, the side that emulated everything about him, the nefarious and sinister side of sex that everyone is aware of, but never truly embraced. People like Vicky, or his past girlfriends, who only pretended to be good and natural, but eventually unleashing their dirty face the moment he was fucking them from behind in their cheerleading uniforms, only to witness a disappointing notion of a forced façade as they let out horrendous vocals of what they thought would please him. Moans that were overexaggerated, thought to be sexy, with movements that were lazy and lacked passionate energy. Every single one of them not only disappointed him, but they lacked a genuine response which disgusted both him, and Heeseung.

When it came to sex, it was his and Heeseung’s love language, something they took personally and sincerely. There was no doubt that every single girl he had been with spoke truthfully whenever they claimed that he was the cause of their best orgasms, he knew he was. He knew how to move, knew how to fuck, knew where to touch and where to kiss during each moment. He knew when to go fast, and to go slow, and was blessed with the stamina to maintain the pace however long he needed to, just to bring them to their knees. It was no surprise that days, weeks, months, even years later, regardless of breaking contact with them, there was always going to be a time where each one would reach out, after repeatedly being disappointed by the string of men that followed after the breakup, they found themselves begging and practically throwing themselves at his feet for just one night.

As harsh as it may sound, he dismissed them in a myriad of ways, never wanting to revisit the atrocity in the lack of their originality. Instead, he continued to search, wanting to find the one that would speak his lingo and return the forbidden pleasure that he would give, but never found her. Settling with Vicky, his life felt dull and rotten, all because his sex life lacked the passion and excitement of the good and bad. He felt frustrated and started to become emotionless as he fell into the state of drudging complacency, until he saw y/n.

That day, when he observed from a distance, he didn’t need to speak with her or hear any statements to justify her goodness and modesty. He could see it as plain as day when he saw her smile, that she was someone who was genuinely pure and loving at heart, someone who was never broken. Ever since, he yearned to be the one to do it to her.

The moment his deepest wish came into fruition, that night of the frat party, he was gifted way more than he could ever ask for when he pulled out a side of her that she never even knew existed.

Eden.

The overwhelming flow of emotion crashed into him like a boulder, he found someone who was just like him, a diamond in the rough. Though he was always aware of his two faces and grew up learning how to control the switch and gain a balance of being both, y/n’s breaking will causing Eden’s birth, was so sudden and new. He knew that he would have to teach her, to take every opportunity to guide her on how to gain that balance, something he developed entirely on his own.

She continues to rub her fingers on his shaft, right at the entry point. Ethan starts to pick up the pace with his thrusts at the stimulation of Eden’s touch and the squeeze of her walls as she clenches. Even though y/n had already cum, it was Eden’s turn to enjoy her soulmate. Ethan enjoyed fucking y/n and Eden equally, it just felt more befitting whenever Eden was present. Just as y/n felt it more befitting when Heeseung fucked her.

Their personalities weren’t just similar, they mirrored each other, with Heeseung and y/n being the more sentimental types, Ethan and Eden were the zenith of tough love.

Ethan picks up the pace, his speed, and stamina as strong as ever as he fucks his heart and soul into Eden, feeling her body bucking up from the received impact so easily. Her moans were long and steady as she expresses the desire to receive more. She never tried to be appealing in expressing her desires. Like y/n, everything about her was natural and sincere, she was sexy, genuine and original in her responses to him, which enticed him to fuck harder and feel satisfaction like he’s never felt before. Throughout his entire life, Ethan never lost his bearing or felt himself weaken from immense pleasure, until he met Eden.

She was the only thing that could break him, had she known or was willing to, though he deeply hoped that she wasn’t aware of either. Unlike his Heeseung side, Ethan had a deep sense of pride and masculinity when it came to sex, though Eden was his equal, there were still restrictions that he refused to let even her breach. He was the top of all predators, the top of the food chain, and will always be in control.

An ideal vision of male dominance. He was strong and demanding but never once abused it, especially with his tamed and gentle y/n, the one light of his life. With Eden, he knew he could get away with much more, yet still, he always found himself to insert acts of tenderness knowing that regardless of how rough he fucks, he loved his Eden just as much he loved his y/n.

Since Eden only was drawn out at Ethan’s bidding, Heeseung only had the experience of Eden through a shared moment when he was half and half of his two sides the night of the frat party. Knowing full well that Ethan, even at his slightest presence, was a requirement in summoning and pleasing Eden, he felt it necessary to have his Ethan side to aid in the taming of his wickedly sexy enchantress.

Feeling her walls clench violently, Eden’s gasps harshly spewing out as he ruins her, Ethan feels himself coming close to the explosion of pleasure as his thrusts lose all forms of neat structure, becoming sloppy and rushed as the peak of his orgasm is on edge and the desperation to cum entangles every sensation in his body. Unable to withstand his ruthless performance, Eden bites down her lip and succumbs to his prowess and cums all over him. The clenching of her walls swallows him in deep and pulsates against his shaft, tapping him to orgasm.

A single, yet loud, groan gasps out of Ethan as he releases inside her. The sound of his voice traveling in her ear increased the vibrancy of her pulsating walls, along with the ferocious twitching of his cock as it remains buried inside. The soothed feeling of her man cumming and putting all his children inside of her thrilled her, the thought of him breeding with her only made him more appealing.

The y/n side may have thought it too soon for her and Heeseung to become parents, but her Eden side found sexual and emotional joy at the thought of Ethan turning her into a mother. He never expressed it, but he knew of her feelings on the matter and felt the same.

Someday.

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s-creations · 2 years ago

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The Younger Brother

Takes place right after 'Stare Them Down'.

The horrible night has ended and everyone can start to make a recovery. Until Wario's faced with his future and his past in a way he wasn't ready for.

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Waluigi & Wario (Nintendo) Warnings/Additional Tags: First meetings, Violence is loose but there, there is cursing!, sequel, this takes place a few hours after the first one ends, we're growing as people!, Peach and Wario have a history!

Inspired by @weevmo's work.

Art Cover made by @weevmo

The regular hustle and bustle of the castle’s town was interrupted as a loud engine roar broke through the day-to-day activities. Multiple eyes from the civilians turned towards the entrance to their town. Fearfully still as a familiar motorbike slowed its speed and rolled down the main street towards the castle.

Wario was fully focused on his towering destination. Pointedly ignoring the watchful eyes as he pushed his motorbike further down the paved road. His inner voice reminded him of his still recovering passenger and that he needed to get to Peach quickly. Recovery shouldn’t take place in a sidecar.

In a few minutes, Wario was rolling up to the front doors. The soldiers positioned outside with their rather sorry excuse for spears tensed as Wario stopped. The larger form quickly got off the bike, tossing his helmet into the back basket.

“What business do you have-”

“You need to get your medical people and Princess Peach. Now!” Wario’s demanding voice cut the Toads off. Both looking a little fearful but darting off into the castle without another word. “Didn’t need both of you to go, but alright.”

Pushing that aside, Wario turned back to his motorbike. More so on the passenger side car.

Mario could barely be seen. Hidden by a large purple helmet and an even larger leather jacket. Even with this, it was clear he was still fast asleep. Head leaning over to one side. The jacket moving in time with his steady breathing. Uncaring about what was happening in the world around him. Too bad Wario was there to ruin the moment.

Removing the helmet and jacket were easy. Mario’s hat was still resting in his lap. Moving slowly, because it was unclear how the hero was going to react, Wario placed a hand on the other’s shoulder. When there were no sudden jolts or movements of being pulled back to reality, he gently shook Mario.

“Hey, come on mini me, we’re here. You need to wake up.”

It took longer than Wario was comfortable with. He knew the effects of Boo's venom were going to linger slightly. That didn’t make the waiting game any easier.

A few seconds passed before dull blue eyes slowly opened. Confusion dawning on the hero’s face. “Where are we?”

“Back at the Mushroom Castle. Peach will be coming out soon and-”

“Peach?” Faster than what Wario was expecting, Mario was out of the sidecar. Only a few steps away before collapsing onto his knees.

“Hey, whoa, what do you think you’re doing!” Wario panicked as he rushed over,”You can’t push yourself like that, you’re still recovering.”

“I-I thought you said the venom was out?”

“Oh, and do you think you’re just passed this all, side-effect free, just like that? You seem to forget that your arm is absolutely shredded right now and I got the majority of that venom out. You’re not out of the woods yet. Give me a hand, let’s get you up.”

Just as Mario got back onto shaky legs, a flood of people came rushing out from the castle. At the front was a frantic looking Peach.

“What happened?” While the princess didn’t shout, there was heavy desperation heard in her voice. Reaching out to carefully take Mario’s free hand.

“I’ll explain in a second,” Wario stated before turning to the numerous Toads wearing little white coats. “Um…I’m going to assume doctors?”

They nodded.

“Good, you need to listen closely to me. Mario needs to rest, but you need to keep a very close eye on him. If there are any indications at any point that he’s having a nightmare, you wake him up. Fully. Make sure he knows where he is and can answer basic answers correctly before you let him sleep again. Got it?”

Another round of frantic nods. Having said what he needed to, Wario held out the human’s hand that he’d had a hold of. It was a quiet exchange. The hero numbly walking forward as the small group of medical Toads lead him into the castle proper. It was slightly worrying at how muted it all was.

Eventually, Peach broke the heavy silence. Her voice shook slightly as she said, “Wario…please say you know what’s going on.”

Wario gave a silent nod, not looking forward to this conversation.

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“Boos?”

Peach and Toadsworth questioned the given information simultaneously. Clearly confused as to what these creatures were. Which confirmed one major thing for Wario. This was the first documented case of a Boos infestation in the Mushroom Kingdom.

“Yeah, I’m not really sure what they are. I’m not a full blown expert on the guys. What I do know is that they’re drawn to extreme negative emotions. Like anger, sorrow…others. They also like abandoned places, probably for the same reason. Places are forgotten for a reason.”

“What about Mario? What happened to him?” Peach asked.

“Boos have venom that causes their victims to hallucinate their worst fears.”

“Mario was attacked? Is he okay, what do we need to-”

“Peach, I need you to calm down.” Wario reached out to place his hands on the princess’ shoulders. Ignoring the look of indignation that crossed Toadsworth’s face as Wario was more worried about Peach. “Listen to me, okay? I was able to neutralize the majority of the venom before it became too severe. He’s going to be loopy and tired for a bit, but Mario’s past the worst of it, he’ll be okay.”

“You know how he looked. Mario is not okay.”

“He’s better than he would have been.”

“...What do we do now?”

“Let him sleep. Mario will be better by tomorrow, in the afternoon at the latest.”

Peach let out a slow breath. Shoulders dropping as she nodded. “Okay…there’s nothing more we can do for him?”

“Medically, no.” Peach took notice of the clear pause in Wario’s words, but didn’t press.

“I would like to turn this conversation back to the infestation,” Toadsworkth spoke up, “Do you know why these Boos would want to claim that city? It’s not abandoned and I’m doubtful our citizens would have such heavy emotions while working there.”

“You don’t think Toads would be fearful? Being so close to the Dark Kingdom? Really?” There was a moment of silent satisfaction watching the stuffy Toad’s face fall. “Look, the idea was sound on paper. But it’s not a comforting sight to wake to an enemy kingdom right outside your window.”

“So, the city is a lost cause.” Peach concluded.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Well…then we shall move from this with our heads high. In more ways than one” Peach turned to Toadwroth, who was clearly still muddling over Wario’s words. “Toadsworth, would you be so kind as to collect Wario’s payment for his help in this situation?”

“What?” Wario and Toadsworth choked out together.

“It’s really the most we can do! Discovering what the issue was and helping our kingdom’s hero? I would deem that to be the worth of… Hmm, 30,000 gold sounds good. Could you gather that for me, Toadsworth? I would like to have a word with Wario before he departs.”

The elder Toad was clearly flabbergasted by this statement, but didn’t argue back. Casting a judgemental glance to Wario before leaving the two behind. There was no argument on Wario’s part either. Allowing himself to be pulled further into the castle.

Peach didn’t seem interested in talking right away. Appearing casual as they traversed the highly decorated hallway. To their left were wide arching windows, showing the castle town nestled below. The sky a perfect blue with the sun bright and hanging over the small homes. It was all weirdly calm. Which was starting to freak Wario out.

“How have you been?” Peach asked suddenly. Wario not pleased to admit he jumped slightly by the interrupted quiet.

“Ah…fine? I mean, nothing to really complain about.”

Peach hummed softly, clearly not convinced. “It’s been so long since we’ve actually talked.”

“Well, you became the official ruler and had all that responsibility dumped onto you. Figured you could use some breathing room.”

“I’ll be honest. It’s hard to ‘breathe’ when the atmosphere is sucked up by hot heads.”

Wario cackled at that. Only remaining upright because of Peach’s hold on his arm. Her own giggles sounded in the grand hallway as well. “Oof, I can only imagine how painful that is.”

“Do you remember when you put a dirt bomb in the meeting room?”

“Grambi above, that was years ago. Some of my best work if I’m being honest. Who was that pompous ass that got the face full?”

“Churees, the neighboring prince.”

“Right! How did such chill parents create such a…a…”

“Pompous ass?”

Wario gave an over dramatic gasp as Peach giggled again. “Your highness!”

“Oh, shut up. If you can say it, so can I.”

“Ah, but you are royalty! It’s not becoming of you to say such horrid things.”

“Whatever.”

They shared a few more chuckles before silence fell over once more. Wario felt a bit more at ease as they stopped before one of the many wide windows. Spending a few seconds watching as the greenery swayed in the gentle breeze.

“What do you think about Mario?”

Well, there goes that calm feeling.

Before all of this, Wario would have claimed that Mario was a fake. Someone just playing a part to get attention that he didn’t deserve. Now, however, he wasn’t quite sure. Wario supposed he had been right, just for the wrong reason. So, what were his thoughts now?

“Why are you asking?” Wario mumbled weakly.

“Because the last time you two were in the same room, you were acting…strange. I was worried about you. You seemed… You seemed angry. At him. Then you both show up here this morning, with Mario barely awake and you…”

“Yeah?”

There was a spike of panic when Peach faced him properly. Wario forced himself to remain staring out the window. Biting the inside of his cheek as he waited for a reply.

“The last time I’ve ever seen you that worried was when Waluigi left for New Donk City.”

That comment hit Wario like a punch to the gut. He recalled that day. How the quiet morning started with finding a note left by his brother on the kitchen table. Stating the younger brother was tired of their ‘shitty life’ in their home town in the slowly peeling home they’d been stuck in since childhood and how he was going to strike out on his own.

Wario had been in full panic, re-reading the note to make sure he was seeing what he thought. Racing out the door to the Mushroom Kingdom before the sun fully entered the sky. Spilling all his worries, fears, and panic to a calm and understanding Peach.

“...So what?” Was all Wario could offer after the long pause.

Peach merely smiled sympathetically, as if she knew this was poking at Wario’s walls. Forming little cracks in the shaky foundation. “So, considering you looked ready to kill Mario the first time you met and are now frantic over his well-being-”

“Not frantic, just concerned. There’s a difference.” Wario grumbled.

“Is there? Either way, it doesn’t change the fact that something has happened. Your opinion of Mario has changed. What occurred out there?”

“We talked…and maybe I learned some things.” Wario crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. Eyes now pointed at the floor. “He’s not as…pompous as I thought.”

“Well, at least that’s something. What did you two talk about, if I may ask.”

“A lot but nothing really. Found out he has a brother. So, yeah.”

Peach’s eyes widened in surprise. “He told you about Luigi?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh,Wario, that’s wonderful! Mario’s usually reserved when it comes to his brother-”

“What’s this about Peach?” He knew he sounded harsh. But Wario was a little fed up with the weird back and forth, and the night's events were catching up.

Peach didn’t seem to mind, though, as her smile was still as relaxed. “I have a proposal. If you’d be willing to hear me out.”

“...Alright.”

“You have more knowledge about what lies beyond this kingdom's borders. Compared to anyone I know, even myself. Is there…a way for me to convince you to help Mario in his endeavors?”

Wario raised a brow at this. “You…want me to train him?”

“Kind of. Physical training, being able to fight and using the power ups, we’ve been able to handle just fine. But Mario’s unaware of what awaits him in this world. As am I, if I’m still learning about new creatures. With the face that Mario is a ‘hands on’ kind of person. I’m hoping you could…tag along with him? On occasion. Help him see the world for what it is, train him to observe, to understand better.”

“I’m not a cheerleader, Peach.”

“I’m asking for more of a mentor. Plus, I’ll be happy to pay-”

“I’m not a charity.”

“Will you please stop being so stubborn and let me help you, for once in your life!”

Wario’s cold exterior crumbled when Peach’s voice rose. Her temper echoing in the hallway, eye alight with fury directed towards the other. Wario still held his tongue, even as Peach’s features began to soften.

“Wario, I’m asking you as a friend, please.”

Wario, on his part, frowned in thought. Sure, he’d made the offer to mentor Mario before. It was honestly just to get under the human’s skin. To tease the other into a familiar fighting mood to bring the atmosphere back to normal. But now that everything’s calmed down and the human was safe… Wario wasn’t sure if that was the best idea.

“...I’m not the person you want around your precious hero, princess. I’m sure there are plenty of people in other kingdoms and worlds that would happily help. I don’t think a disgruntled scumbag would be the best person for the job.”

“I think…that you need to give yourself more credit,” Wario tensed slightly as Peach gently took his hands in her own, “You’re the only person I trust with this.”

“Dumb decision, really.”

“Wario, please.”

“You’re also assuming that Mario would want me around him.”

“If he’s lowered his defenses enough to talk about Luigi-”

“That was a moment of weakness. Trust me, if he was in his right mind he would have no intentions of telling me about his life.”

“Aren’t you tired of arguing?”

That was a strange question. “What?”

Peach huffed. “I’m not asking you to change your personality, or who you are. But I’m hurt every time you decide to prove everyone right in the wrong way. Yes, you’re not very clean. Yes, you have a brash personality.”

“Okay, didn’t know I was just going to be insulted…”

“But I also know you care deeply about others. That you’re more than willing to help in any way that you can. You’re a hard worker, you do right by a lot of people. And you’re not one to just leave people alone. Knowing what you know now, about Mario, do you think you could just…leave?”

Wario was called out on his bluff. He breathed through his nose slowly before answering with, “I’m still unsure…”

“...Alright, that’s fair. This is a lot to ask of you, but I would like you to think about it. I can have Toadsworth transfer the money to you, you don’t need to stay.”

Something heavy settled in Wario’s stomach at the idea of leaving it all like this. The worrying, nagging voice suddenly gained volume. Before he could stop himself, Wario quickly voiced, “I’ll stop by the medical wing before I go. Just…you know, to check up. To see that your so-called ‘professionals’ know what they’re doing.”

Peach smiled knowingly, but merely gave a nod, “Of course. I’m sure you know the way.”

As the princess started to walk back towards the entrance, Wario gained another wave of courage. Calling out to Peach before she could turn the corner.

“What marks this Mario as the kingdom’s ‘hero’?”

Peach’s smile wilted slightly. “That’s…a good question. A better question is…why is it both of them?”

And with that, she disappeared behind the wall.

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Quick movements shifted to a halt when Wario walked into the medical room. The other looked up and tensed, finding numerous eyes staring him down. The awkwardness only fell away when one of the Toads stepped forward.

“I-I’m assuming you want to check up on Mario?” The squeaky voice asked.

“...Sure.” Wario didn’t have the energy to argue, considering the Toad was correct, and merely followed the other back.

Mario was the only patient in the large room. Dressed now in plain white garments that matched the sterile white bed sheets. His right arm was better dressed in clean wrappings with no spots of red being seen. Fast asleep, seeming to not have a care in the world or to even be aware of it.

“Mario has shown no negative signs that you warned us about. He pretty much fell asleep when we got him down.” The Toad offered as Wario took one of the nearby chairs.

“Good…” Was the only comment given.

The Toad, determining there was not much else needed from them, gave a nod and walked off. Joining the rest of his companions in their small office. The door left open so they could no doubt keep an eye on the overall room. Wario was left at the bedside. Feeling awkward and wishing he’d left when he’d been given his out.

He shifted weakly in the uncomfortably small chair.

Wario hated to admit how close Peach had been to getting to the reason. He was in a weird situation, if he was going to be honest. Because he didn’t feel that a huge moment had been made with the human. Wario doubted that Mario would suddenly be open to help from someone he didn’t trust. Especially for so long. One weird event didn’t suddenly change an opinion.

But for Wario, he was seeing the other in an uncomfortably familiar light. Even if the coloring was different.

Similar situations, but different outcomes. Wario was the villain and played the part because he didn’t have the energy to care anymore. Mario put into the hero role and was fearful of how it was all going to turn out. But at least the hero had a better chance of backing out of this position if he wanted it…right?

It was all a mess. One that Wario couldn’t just break from, apparently..

Was it a worry of knowing what situation Mario was in and being unable to leave him to possibly drown?

Was it Wario hoping and working towards a possibly better outcome for the other?

Was this all a stupid attempt to have Wario feel that he had some control over an aspect of his life? Of being able to keep someone else safe after failing his own brother?

Was this a pity pull to help others not see him as a troublemaker anymore?

Wario’s thoughts were broken when there was a sudden surprised cry of ‘Luigi!’ coming from the numerous Toads. Drawing his eyes up, Wario found a frantic looking human standing in the doorway. Immediately noting the similar features between the human standing and the one currently sleeping.

The human who was awake and moving completely ignored the crowd of Toads. Pushing past them easily as he made his way towards Mario’s bed, stopping on the other side from where Wario sat.

Now closer, Wario could clearly see the distress heavy over the other’s face. Hands shaking as they hung in midair. Clearly stuck on figuring out what he was supposed to do now that he was here.

“Would you lot shut up!” Wario’s voice quieted the insistent Toads, who had been speaking over each other in an ‘attempt’ to say what was wrong. Wide eyes landing on the larger form. Wario now standing up to glare at them. “You’re not helping this! Back off and give the poor guy a break, go!”

The Toads immediately scampered off. Wario only sat back down when the smaller forms busied themselves. Worrying slightly to find that the other human hadn’t moved yet.

“Hey… Hey, you okay?” Wario was quiet this time. Calmly reaching out to place a hand on the other’s wrist.

The human twitched slightly, fearful blue eyes snapping up to Wario. Relaxing as if realizing where he was. “Yeah… Yeah, I’m okay.”

“You sure about that? Seem a little lost in thought.”

There was no reply this time. Hands instead were bright close to the other’s chest, clasping them together, a thumb rubbing the back of his other hand silently.

Wario frowned. Nervous tics…anxiety? If this is who he thought it was, which the name was given by the Toads, this stance would make sense. Looking around to locate another chair, Wario grabbed his and the other free one. Joining the other on one side. Putting both chairs down, Wario sat and placed his hand on the other’s shoulder.

“Hey, take a load off. He’s not going to be waking for a while.” Wario’s voice was low and even, hoping that it was calming towards the other. Hand still in place, he applied a little pressure in order to get the human to sit down. Smiling in triumph as the other lowered himself down.

“Correct me if I’m wrong. But you’re Luigi, right?”

Luigi slowly nodded, eyes not leaving Mario. “Yeah…”

It was the first time he’d spoken and Wario frowned at how small Luigi sounded. That…wasn’t good.

Pushing past the worry, he continued, “I’m Wario.”

That pulled Luigi’s attention away from his brother. Eye, blue eyes landing on Wario.

“I’m…going to assume Mario has talked a bit about me to you before?”

“Oh…yeah, a few times. Has he…talked about me to you?”

“...Sure, in a way.”

Luigi wasn’t calmed by that answer. Seeming able to pick up on the underlying meaning behind the pause. “Do you…know what happened?”

Wario faulted at that. He didn’t want to tip-toe around this, like the other was made from glass. But Mario didn’t really explain how Luigi would handle situations or how much the younger brother was aware of things. “We just had a run in with a…new enemy. Mario’s a little roughed up, but he’ll be fine. Promise. He just needs to rest.”

This didn’t seem to offer any comfort. Luigi’s left leg now starting to bounce while his hands were rubbed together. “Mario didn’t mention anything about an enemy… H-He didn’t really tell me anything. J-Just said that Princess Peach had called f-for him before running off. T-Then I get a c-call saying Mario’s been hurt and it sounded back and-”

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay.” Wario immediately but cautiously reached out. One hand resting on Luigi’s back while offering the other out, a silent offer for the younger brother to hold onto it. Which Luigi instantly took.

“You’re okay, it’s going to be fine. I need you to take slow, deep breaths for me, okay? Nice and slow. In…and out… In…and out… There you go, you’re doing great.”

Luigi’s shoulders drooped, seeming to be held up by Wario’s grasp alone, who didn’t really mind. “Feeling better?”

The younger silently shook his head. Eyes shut tight as tears started to fall.

Wario internally groaned, this was not going the way he wanted. He moved to wrap an arm around the smaller form, who didn’t argue this new position. Luigi reaches up to pull his cap over his eyes with one of his hands.

“H-He won’t talk to me…”

That wasn’t the response Wario was expecting. He wasn’t ready to be acting as a therapist, especially after the night he’d just had. But it didn’t look like he had an option. Plus, what else was he going to do today? “What do you mean?”

Luigi swallowed weakly and shook his head. Frantically reaching up to wipe his eyes. “S-Sorry, I-I don’t even know y-you. I-I can’t… Thank you f-for bringing h-him h-home…””

Wario wasn’t taking that, giving the younger’s shoulder a gentle shake. “Nu huh, come on, out with it. What’s going on in that head of yours. And don’t try to worm your way out of this. I have a younger brother too, so I know how to get answers out.”

That somehow got a laugh out of Luigi, but Wario wasn’t going to complain.

A few more beats of silence passed, Luigi exhaling slowly before saying, “Mario…is headstrong. But I’m sure you’re aware of that.”

Now was not the time to be sarcastic, so Wario offered, “More than a little.”

Another small laugh. “When he puts his mind and heart into something, Mario’s really hard to deter from that idea. Normally it’s just tackling a difficult plumbing job or with perfecting a new recipe… But now he’s a hero and…I’m worried he’s going to push himself too far.”

“I’ve tried talking to him, to make sure he isn’t about to do something stupid. That he’s not attempting to take on too much. I know I can’t stop him from this new role. Apparently it’s something we…we both have to carry now…”

Wario didn’t miss the shiver that traveled through Luigi. Recalling the ominous final comment Peach offered before departing. Of Mario’s words from the night before, this new life compared to what they left behind.

“But he’s so focused on this…and I’m worried I’m going to lose him to it.”

“What did you mean when you said he doesn’t talk to you?” Wario gently pushed.

“Because he keeps going on so many adventures and won’t tell me what happens on them. I…I know I’m not the strongest. I’m not a fighter, I’m not built for it. But with me not going, I rely on him to tell me what’s happening. I don’t think he’s aware of that.”

“I-I’m worried he has in his mind that keeping me in the dark is keeping me safe in some way… It honestly just makes it so much worse…”

“Have you…tried talking to him?” Wario offered cautiously

“I don’t know what to say or how to bring it up,” Luigi sniffed, “I’m worried if I talk to him, I’ll just cause more stress. Which is the complete opposite of what I want.”

“But you remaining quiet doesn’t seem to be helping either. It’s clearly affecting your mental well-being. You’re not wrong for wanting to know. Also, I highly doubt you could make him mad.” Wario frowned softly when Luigi didn’t reply. The younger looking at his brother with a heavy frown and clear worry. “Hey…wanna hear a story?”

“Uh…s-sure?”

“I’m an older brother too. We’re not twins, my brother and I, we’re a few years apart. We’re very different compared to you two. My brother’s…a dreamer. Has always hated the way we lived. But I didn’t really know that until it was too late.”

“I thought his standoffish personality was just because he was a brat. He hated heavy manual labor, hated the jobs I found. I didn’t realize he was unhappy until we got into a huge argument. We said a few unkind things. He called me disgusting, I called him a brat, it went on all night.”

Wario bit his lip, feeling a familiar sting entering his heart. But pushed past it to continue. “I didn’t know how unhappy he was until he left. He was gone the next morning. Left only a note and took all his stuff with him. His car was gone and it was just…quiet. His note said that he was tired of being held back because I didn’t think big like him.”

“I realized, months later, that I never actually talked to him. Explaining why I did what I did. I just assumed everything was ‘okay’ in its own broken way. I thought he was a brat, he thought I was just lazy. We never talked about what we actually wanted. How he had dreams…how I just wanted to keep our home in tack and food on the table. Us not talking led to us not seeing each other…”

“...How long has it been since you’ve seen him?” Luigi quietly asked.

“A few years…” Wario cleared his throat and shifted, gently shaking Luigi. “Look, the point of my soap opera life is to tell you to talk to your brother. You have a better relationship with Mario than I have with my own brother. But that can be broken if you let these worries of yours stay quiet.”

“...Suppose you’re right… Thank you, for helping Mario…and for this. I know you two don’t get along.”

“That’s a bit of an understatement. But, it’s fine, I get it,” Wario flashed a wide smile, “Your bro’s just lucky to have someone as amazing as me around to keep an eye on him.”

Luigi laughed softly. “I am as well. I should apologize, I didn’t mean to just…dump all of this on you. Especially with the night you just had…”

“Don’t worry. Just…talk to him, I’m serious. You two seem to have a good relationship. This place shouldn’t be what tears it apart.”

“...Thank you.”

Both turned hearing the door open once more. A blue capped Toad beamed upon finding Wario, waving him over.

“Just I’ll be taking that as my cue to leave.” Wario stood, “You take it easy, alright?”

“Yeah, you too.” Luigi replied softly. Looking a lot calmer than when he first arrived.

Wario chalk that up as a victory, walking over to the awaiting Toad.

“I’ve come to inform you that your funds have been successfully transferred.” The Toad happily squeaked out.

Nodding slowly, Wario’s eyes turned back to the only occupied bed. Luigi had moved closer to comfortably hold Mario’s hand. Wario let out a heavy sigh, Peach’s words returning to the surface once more. Realizing he wouldn’t be able to let this rest as easily as he wanted.

“Care to pass on a message for me?” Wario asked.

“Of course!”

“...Tell Princess Peach that I will agree to her terms… Under one condition.”

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Mario grumbled weakly, slowly waking from his heavy sleep. Somehow not feeling refreshed by the experience. His arms felt stiff as he reached up to rub his eyes. Opening them to find himself resting in the Mushroom castle’s medical wing. An uncomfortably familiar place.

Letting out a small grunt, Mario slowly sat himself up. Attention immediately going to his injured arm. Surprised to find it already unwrapped with the skin healed. The only indication that he’d been previously injured were faint marks that only revealed at an appropriate angle. Mario concluded that he’d been given a few mushrooms while he was asleep.

“Mario?”

A quiet call of his name caused the hero to tense. Not because the call was unexpected. But because of how familiar the voice was.

Looking over, Mario found his brother lying on one of the nearby beds. Still dressed in yesterday's overalls. Green cap resting on the bedside table next to Mario’s red. Brown shoes resting at the foot of the same table. Luigi was clearly waking up as well. The younger slowly shifted to sit while rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

“H-Hey bro, what… When did you get here?” Mario asked, attempting to sound casual. Luigi had never seen Mario this soon after an adventure. The hero was either greeting him, healed, at the front of the castle. Or had made his way back home, already cooking breakfast to greet his younger brother that morning.

This was tearing the curtains down and ripping them to shreds. Mario had never wanted the other to see him like this.

Luigi didn’t seem to mind the situation though, mumbling weakly, “Yesterday afternoon-ish. Peach called me saying you would be staying the night and…I had a bad feeling.”

“A-A bad feeling? Did she s-say anything?”

“Just that you were hurt on your mission.” Now more awake with his eyes cleared, Luigi put his full focus on his now squirming older brother. “Also ran into that Wario fellow you told me about before.”

That caused Mario’s worries to disappear quickly. A little shocked by this. “Wait, he was here? In the room?”

“Right by your bed, yep.”

“Did he hurt you?” Mario’s protective brother stance flared up suddenly. Worried that Wario had said something hurtful or dangerous to Luigi to make the younger brother act like this. “Was he rude? I swear if he-”

“I’m mad at you.”

Mario faulted, anger quickly turning back into fear. Eyes flitting backup to Luigi. Who was now staring at his gloves, his hands gripping each other tightly.

“Why…are you mad?” Mario asked, voice quiet and fearful.

“Were you going to tell me what happened?”

“...Of course-”

“Just like the other times you’ve told me?”

“Luigi-”

“Why don’t you talk to me anymore?”

Another stab to the heart. Mario let out a slow breath. He knew this talk needed to happen, just didn’t think it would be this soon. Or when he was recovering from a rather large scare.

He shifted a bit until he was sitting on the edge of his bed, patting the area next to him. Luigi immediately claimed that spot. Brothers wrapping arms around each other the moment they were within reach. Mario practically melted into the touch, claiming the warmth he’s been missing for what felt like so long. Loving how perfectly Luigi connected to him. The younger tucking his head under Mario’s chin even though he was the taller of the two.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad.” The hero mumbled softly.

“I know…”

“I just didn’t want you to worry.”

Luigi shifted weakly, pressing his ear into Mario’s chest. Picking up the faint but steady heartbeats. “I’m always worried. You rush off to help whoever you can. I get it, you’re just like that, it’s a good quality. But…I’m worried you’re doing too much. I wish you would talk to me. Tell me things. You act like you’re keeping me safe by having me stay in a bubble.”

“...I know… But…”

“We’re somewhere new, no idea what’s going to happen next, and you staying quiet…”

“It’s not helping.”

“Yeah… I may not be a fighter. But I’m a great listener.”

Mario laughed. “Yeah, you are.”

“So, are you ready to talk to me?”

“That sounds so threatening.”

“I’m trying to be serious Mario!”

“Aw, and my baby brother is doing so well.”

Luigi groaned weakly as Mario playfully tugged at one of his cheeks. “Mario. You’re only older by 20 minutes!”

“Still counts! 20 minutes, 20 days, 20 months, I’m older.”

“Why are you being so aggravating!”

“Because it’s my civic duty as the older brother.”

Another groan sounded as Luigi pulled away and flopped onto his back. “So annoying.”

Mario smirked as he laid down as well. “But you love me.”

“Of course I do. I put up with you, that should say enough.”

The playful smile melted into a warm one. Mario reached a foot out to poke Luigi’s side, calling the younger’s attention away from the ceiling. The hero let out a sigh and said, “Peach told me about a new town that was having some trouble. I was supposed to just go and see what the issue was and report back.”

“I’m guessing that’s…not what happened.”

“I found these creatures called Boos.”

“...Boos?”

“Apparently ghosts or something similar to them? With venom that makes you hallucinate your worst fears if you’re bit.”

“Oh, joy, that sounds like fun. Is that what happened to your arm?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure what to do when I faced them. I let my guard down for too long. Little bugger got me good.”

Luigi hummed softly, “Did…Did Wario help?”

“Yeah… I won’t lie, I’m not… I still don’t fully trust that guy. Still a bit too much for me. But…he was a life-saver.”

“He seems like a good guy.”

“He’s okay. Are you still mad at me?”

“No…but only if you stop hiding from me. We’re a team right?”

“Right.”

“So, let’s start acting like it.”

“Deal.”

“Good,” Luigi stood, slipping his shoes on and placing his cap in its rightful place. “Now, I should probably tell someone way more professionally qualified than I that you’re awake.”

“That sounds like a smart idea.”

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Wario nervously sat at the kitchen table. Leg bouncing as his eyes remained on the front door. He really shouldn’t feel this nervous. After all, he called people here with the intention of finally being able to fix up this house. His slowly falling apart childhood house.

But it was still embarrassing to think strangers would be arriving to see the sorry state that he lived in.

Even if Peach assured him she was sending over the best professionals to help.

The door being knocked on broke Wario from his nervous thoughts. Quietly cursing as he frantically righted his knocked over chair. Letting out a huff to try and calm his nerves, Wario straightened himself out now. Stomping forward and flinging open said door.

Only to falter once more, finding Mario and Luigi standing on the other side. Luigi beamed while Mario offered a short nod. Behind them stood a small army of eager looking Toads, all either carrying tools or large boxes.

“Good morning!” Luigi happily announced, “We’re the Mario Brothers and plumbing’s our game! We’ve been asked by Princess Peach, along with our small crew, to help refurbish your home.”

Wario, more than a little surprised by this, had his eyes travel to Mario. “Are you serious?”

Mario straightened his cap and offered his own smirk. “As a heart attack. Now, care to show us the issues you’ve been having?”

The list, apparently, was long.

Rusted pipes that were breaking or were blocked with who even knows what. Water damaged walls and flooring. Old and broken appliances. The outside was overgrown with invasive flora. The roof was missing a number of shingles and the siding was starting to peel.

“How…have you lived like this?” Mario asked, absolutely bewildered as Luigi continued to take notes.

Wario merely shrugged. “Not really home a whole lot. More focused on getting the money over everything else.”

“Yeah…that’s fair.”

The good news was that the house was (somehow) still salvageable. The brothers focused on the plumbing aspects while the Toads worked on the main clean up, reconstruction of the house, and tending to the garden. Wario had been forced at the beginning to just watch this all from the corner of his own home.

Until he decided he wasn’t going to be a wallflower in his own home. Therefore coming to the conclusion that following Mario around was going to be the most entertaining. Not the brothers collectively. Just Mario. But with how close the brothers were, it looked like he was following them both.

There was a lot to gleam from their interactions with each other.

It was clear that Mario took the role of the stoic older brother seriously. Granted, his quiet stern position was due to more having Wario so close than anything else. Probably uncomfortable around the other still. Only offering a warm smile and quiet words when interacting with Luigi. The tension in his shoulders seemed to lift when the younger brother was his focus.

Wario was slightly uncomfortable. Not because he found the clear affection ‘gross’. But because he was bitter in a way he shouldn’t be.

Luigi seemed to be the complete opposite of his brother. Not in a bad way, mind you. Where Mario was quiet, Luigi was very vocal. Either by talking out loud about everything they were doing or by humming some random tune. On occasion pulling Wario into an unprompted conversation. The younger brother was bubbly. Eyes bright with a permanent smile on his face.

Luigi was also a bit…clumsy. Wario still had no idea what had caused the younger brother to trip. Luigi giving a sheepish grin to his clearly worried brother before cleaning up his own mess.

It was strange to see. A healthy family relationship. Wario felt a little weird with how easily they interacted with each other. Shifting nervously, worrying as if he was intruding in some way. Never mind the fact that Wario was supposed to be here. This was his house.

That didn’t mean he felt comfortable as he watched something he wished he could have.

“I think it’s in the van.” Luigi’s voice broke through Wario’s musings. The younger brother digging through his toolbox.

“Go and grab it quick then.” Mario calmly replied, tightening some pipes. “It’s stable for now, we’ve got time.”

“Alright, I’ll be back soon!”

Wario, who had been leaning against the nearby wall, lazily watched as Luigi ran off. Waiting until he was out the door before turning to Mario. The other clearly kept his focus on the exposed wall. Checking things over, even though he just said everything was fine. Wario assumed he was just trying to keep the other away. Too bad for Mario, Wario didn’t care.

“How are you feeling?”

Mario didn’t face Wario. Instead turning from the hold to the same toolbox Luigi had been going through moments before. “Fine.”

“You sure? Not being headstrong with your hero complex?”

“What are you, my dad?”

“More like your mentor. Stupid bleeding heart.” Wario internally grumbled before saying, “Sorry for caring.”

“...Luigi said…you stayed with me.” Mario’s voice sounded unsure, as if what he was saying was absolutely crazy.

“For a while, met your brother… Which you clearly knew because of your comment.”

“Why were you there? I figured you’d want to dump me off and leave as soon as you could.”

“Aw, what, I can’t be worried about my little buddy?” Wario bent down to pull Mario into a tight headlock.

The hero choked slightly by the sudden movement. “You- Would you stop doing that, you meathead! What if I had a tool in my hand?”

“Then you wouldn’t be very professional. Hurting a client and an innocent bystander.”

“There is nothing innocent about you.”

“Such a flatterer you are.”

Mario grunted weakly as he forced himself free. Stumbling to a stop before giving a glare to Wario, straightening out his cap. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah I did.”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

“Well, it’s what you’re going to get.”

“I thought you hated me.”

Well, there’s a gut puncher. Wario’s eyes fell away at that, arms crossing as he felt himself tense. “I told you, we had a heart to heart.”

“And that was enough?”

“It was a start.”

“What does that mean? Do I trust you now? Are we still enemies?”

“You’re an annoying little bug still.”

Mario gritted his teeth. “And you still get on my last nerves. I don’t know what you said to Luigi-”

“I told him you were being an ass for not talking to your own brother.”

“If you hurt him in any way, I will never forgive you.”

“Seems like you’re doing a fine enough job that you don’t need my help.” Wario bit the inside of his cheek, knowing he’d gone way too far with that comment. The hero had actually flinched. Now glaring at the ground. “Just…look, don’t you think there’s a reason as to why I’m saying these things?”

“Because you’re an ass and like to pick at sore wounds.” Mario grumbled.

“Because I’m speaking from life experiences.”

That sentence knocked something in the back of Mario’s memories. Eyes darting around the slowly healing house, as if realizing something was missing. “Where…is your brother?”

Wario wasn’t given a chance to reply. One of the numerous Toad workers came to a shortstop before them. Panting hard as they desperately gestured to the open front door.

“Whoa, hold on little guy, take a few deep breaths. What’s wrong?” Mario spoke gently, leaning closer in case he needed to offer a hand.

The Toad took a few more deep breaths before choking out, “P…Piranha P-Plant… S-Stranger… L-Luigi!”

That was all Mario needed to hear before he was rushing out. Wario close behind.

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Luigi only meant to be gone for a few minutes. Grab what was needed and go back inside.

That plan quickly changed when he heard a number of Toads yelling in fear. Dropping what he had, Luigi rushed towards the side of the house where the noise was coming from. Heart racing upon finding a Toad trapped by three large Piranha Plants. Large mouths with sharp teeth were openly drooling sap onto the ground. A small group of Toads frantically rushed around, unsure of what to do to get their friend free.

Legs moving faster before his mind to come up with an actual plan, Luigi quickly put himself before the Toad and the sharp toothed plants.

“B-Back up!” Luigi choked out. Frantically wondering how this was supposed to help. He’s faced these plants before, he knew they couldn’t exactly be resonated with. What was he thinking rushing in like this? He should have gotten Mario!

Mind racing on figuring out his next move, Luigi was shocked when the three plants actually backed down. Letting out small chirps and curious noises. Casually swaying as they seemed to be watching Luigi.

“Ah…um, thank you?” Luigi whispered in absolute amazement.

Making a break for it, the Toad who’d been hiding behind Luigi ran off. The plants take that as a sign of ‘play’. Eagerly nipping at the fleeing Toad.

“H-Hey, hey, none of that now.” Luigi reprimanded, which didn’t deter them.

Deeming the Toads, the group that was nervously watching nearby, were not worth their attention, the Piranha Plants turned back to Luigi. The younger brother lost whatever bravado he’d been able to build up. Inching back slightly as drooling mouths drew closer once more.

“T-That doesn’t mean you should focus on m-me.” Luigi winced as his back hit a wild growth of purple-leaved bushes. The dense foliage kept the human trapped as eager plants surrounded him.

Shutting his eyes tightly, Luigi turned his head away. Quietly praying that someone would alert Mario about this before it got out of hand. Only to jump when the first ‘attack’ was a gentle bump to his leg. When this wasn’t followed by the sting of pain or the warm flow of lost blood, Luigi dared to peek.

One of the plants, the one Luigi assumed had bumped his leg before, was sniffing around his pocket. The other two eagerly waited nearby. Another bump to his leg, Luigi felt something shift in his pocket. A familiar crinkling sound reached his ear. Realizing that the plant was interested in his partially finished breakfast, a granola bar.

Moving slowly, Luigi grabbed said bar. The Piranha Plants started to chirp eagerly upon seeing the food.

“Are…you just hungry?”

Another round of eager chirps responded.

“Well, suppose I could break this into three.” Luigi struggled slightly to get the pieces even. Eventually ending up with small piles instead of solid bars. “You guys can help me hide the evidence. Don’t think you’ll out me to Mario for not finishing this.”

Each plant waited patiently as Luigi dumped the little mounds of granola into their open mouths. As soon as they finished, it really didn’t take too long, the human found himself trapped once more. The three plants pressed close as deep purrs sounded. Luigi offered a small laugh as he gently patted the plant pressing into his chest.

“W-Well, you’re all d-definitely friendly.” The human remarked softly.

Distracted by the attention, Luigi wasn’t aware of the approaching footsteps. But the still curious Toads who had stuck around to watch turned towards the new sound. Letting out small yelps of fear as they quickly parted to allow the newcomer to continue on. Luigi was pulled away from the rather calm moment when a sharp whistle broke it.

The human letting out a yelp as the Piranha Plants suddenly flew away. The sudden shift caused Luigi to fall hard onto the ground. Coughing at the cloud of dust that had entered his lungs, standing shakily back up on his legs. Only to stumble back once more in order to get away from the sharp angled face glaring at him.

Luigi didn’t get that far before a hand shot out. The grip on his arm tightening, causing the human to wince. Wide blue eyes pinned on the tall, rather lanky figure towering over him.

The other individual wearing an outfit that Luigi could tell cost more coins than he would feel comfortable spending. But it was clear this had been worn a few times, small areas either showing fray or being patched up previously. Deep brown hair, almost black, eyes were glaring down at Luigi over a long crooked nose. Resting atop sleek brown hair was a deep purple cap with an upside down ‘L’ embroidered on it.

“Who are you?” The question was hissed out through gritted teeth.

Still recovering from the sudden shift of everything, Luigi’s response was a quiet, “...What?”

The grip tightened further. Luigi reaches up and attempts to pull the other off. “I asked who you are and, furthermore, what are you doing here.”

“Ow- Luigi! I-I’m Luigi and I’m here to f-fix the plumbing in the h-house!”

“If that’s the case, why are you out here in my garden?”

“Y-Your-”

“Luigi!

Relief came in the form of Mario rushing towards them. Easily breaking the grip and pushing Luigi behind him. Glaring at the newcomer with as much anger he could show.

“Don’t you dare touch my brother.”

“More of you? Have humans become the new infestation? Trying to beat out the number of Toads, are you?”

“Who the heck even are you!”

“That’s my question to you and that sniveling coward behind you.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll make you regret it.”

“Charming.”

Mario fell quiet as Wario positioned himself before the hero. Eyes narrowing on the towering stranger silently. The hero takes this moment to pull Luigi further away, checking him over.

“Are you okay?” Mario whispered. Luigi merely offered a nod.

Meanwhile, Wario was still holding a quiet stare down with the other. Who was now standing at full height, sneering down at Wario with a stiff smirk.

“It’s not like you to have guests.”

Wario rolled his eyes. Deciding to ignore it and instead commented, “You didn’t tell me you were going to visit.”

“Call it a…curiosity visit. Wanting to see how well you’re getting on. Although, I have to say I’m upset that my pets need scraps from a stranger. Clearly you’re not feeding them well. Care to explain why you have so many vermin running around?” Sharp eyes narrowed towards Mario and Luigi.

The older brother glaring back while the younger looked down at the ground, clearly nervous.

“And I really want to know how you of all people know two humans. Especially ones who stick their bulbous noses into the care of others' gardens when they’re not wanted.”

Luigi’s hand shifted from rubbing his sore arm to hiding his nose.

Wario immediately reached up to pull at the other’s ear sharply. Hissing darkly as he says, “Good to know your pompous attitude has only gotten worse, Waluigi. Seems you haven’t learned anything while being in New Donk.”

“Let go of me you absolute bastard before I-”

“You know you won’t risk damaging your little outfit in a scuffle with me. Now come on. We’re talking inside.”

Still having a tight grip on the other’s ear, Wario steered them both inside. Leaving two stunned brothers and a gaggle of Toads watching on in fear. The Piranha Plants have gone back to nuzzling against the still nervous Luigi.

“What was that all about?” Mario frowned. Shaking his head before turning back to Luigi. “Hey, you sure you’re okay? You’re not hurt?”

The younger shook his head again, eyes on where Wario had walked off. “I think they’re brothers.”

“What?”

“That guy, Waluigi, said that this was his garden.”

Well, this was going to be interesting.

After pulling Luigi away from the clinging flowers, the brothers cautiously walked back in.There was a clear change in the air. Sure, Wario wasn’t super pleasant to be around. But it was at least relaxing before. Now it was almost suffocating.

Wario and Waluigi now sitting around the tilted kitchen table. Toads shuffling past the doorway as if walking on broken glass.

Luigi attempted not to flinch as Waluigi’s eyes landed on him once more. Picking up his pace, quickly getting back to their working area.

Whatever conversation was happening was starting out low. Mario made the assumption it was just a casual catch up. By Wario’s look of surprise upon seeing his brother back, it was a good guess that Waluigi didn’t return home often. Or that this was the first time coming back period. If anything else, this was just one giant unannounced surprise.

The hero recalled a few words Wario had shared about his brother those few nights ago. About how Waluigi had more ambitious drives than what this life or what Wario could provide. But if Mario’s observations were anything to go off from, the dreams weren’t working into reality.

While Waluigi was wearing something created with some high cost materials, the outfit was well worn. Small patches and repairs were easily seen. Mario had worked with money makers before, they’re loose with their spending when it came to showing off. If Waluigi was doing so well, he wouldn’t waste his time repairing an outfit if he could just buy a new one.

“I don’t think they like each other.” Luigi cautiously whispered.

“I’m going to say it’s just miscommunication in the worst way and not seeing eye to eye. Not everyone’s going to get along like us.” Mario offered a warm smile.

But could tell it didn’t help ease Luigi’s worries.

“It’s just family drama, Weegie, leave them be.”

That request quickly fell away when voices started to rise. Conversation changing to a heated argument. Toads either cowering or outright leaving the house. Luigi’s shoulders rose as he tensed further. Mario’s eyes also on the doorway leading into the kitchen, hand reaching out to take hold of one of Luigi’s to comfort.

“It’s fine. It’s going to be fine. Just leave them be bro.”

“Good to know you’re spending your money so well,” Waluigi’s voice was icy as he shouted, “This place looks like it’s going to collapse at any moment and my garden looks horrendous!”

There was the sound of something heavy slammed onto the table. No doubt Wario caused the noise. “It would be great if I had some sort of support. You know money’s tight!”

“I thought you were supposed to be the ‘responsible one’. That’s what you kept touting before. Trying to keep everything together, or at least claiming you were.”

“Big talk coming from you. If you’re doing so well, surely you can help send support.”

“The older sibling is supposed to take care of everything. Isn’t that what you kept saying?”

“You seem to just have an answer for everything, don’t you? You haven’t even told me why you’re here.”

“Oh, so now I need a reason to come home?”

“Considering you left in the middle of the night and haven’t talked to me in years, yeah. Yeah, I think I deserve a good reason for you to be here right now.”

“Grambi, it’s always has to be some big ‘reason’ for you.”

“Because you’ve never done this before! What do you want, Waluigi? Want to put your success on display, rub it in my face?”

“Truthfully, seeing the sad state that you live in, it wouldn’t take much.”

Mario was about to suggest that they take an early lunch break when Luigi suddenly pulled away. Storming past his brother with his face scrunched up in anger. Making a direct line to the kitchen.

“Wait, Luigi, stop, we don’t-” Mario had just scrambled to his feet when Luigi turned into the kitchen. Heart beating furiously as he chased after his brother, Mario entered to find his brother staring Waluigi down. Who seemed very unimpressed.

“What do you want, manual labor?” Waluigi sneered out.

“Y-You can’t talk t-to him like that.” Luigi shot back in a tone that caused Mario to freeze.

Waluigi even seemed surprised, but recovered quickly. Standing up to tower over the other. “You don’t get to tell me how to talk to my brother-”

“Apparently I d-do! Y-You’re such a stranger in his life, y-you don’t see him doing what he can to p-provide in some way.”

“Provide? You call this being provided for? A barely functioning house with a barely showered brother? This is truly the definition of luxury.”

“A-And w-what have you done? Y-You’re so bent on bringing W-Wario down that y-you haven’t said what y-you’ve accomplished! I-If you’re such a b-big deal, s-surely you c-could help to pay to keep t-this place up. I-If money’s not a big w-worry, then you could make b-both of your lives e-easier.”

“Listen here, you low life leech. You have no room to make any ‘helpful’ comments about my life. I’m not going to listen to some lowly plumber-”

“And what’s wrong with that!” Luigi stomped his foot, “I love what I do! And I love that I can work with my brother everyday! You may see it as low work, or that I’m not aiming big enough, or whatever your issue is with honest work. But I’m happy with where I am and it’s pretty clear that you’re not!”

“So, here’s what’s going to happen, if you’re willing to put your ego away for a few minutes. I’m going to make some tea and you two are going to talk. Not dance around everything and not belittle each other. Talk. Do I make myself clear?”

There were no arguments made. Even though Waluigi seemed he would like nothing more than to throttle the other.

Hearing no retorts, Luigi marched over to the numerous cabinets. Standing before them for a few moments before saying, “Um…Wario?”

“Yes?”

“Could you…tell me where everything is?”

Wario hid his laugh with a small sigh and stood. “Let me help.”

They were all soon situated around the table. Steaming cups of tea in hand. Mario had put himself between Luigi and Waluigi as the latter had not stopped glaring at the younger brother. Luigi, on his part, seemed to have calmed down slightly.

Taking a small sip from his cup before stating, “I think the best place to start is for you to share why you’re here, Waluigi.”

“You have not right to interject yourself-”

“I do when you’re an absolute ass to your own brother. Now talk.”

“It would be in your best interest to do so,” Mario muttered frantically, “Luigi doesn’t curse unless he’s really upset.”

Waluigi rolled his eyes but didn’t comment back. Instead focusing on his own cup. Clearly thinking through his options as to what he could do in this situation. Deciding he was at a loss, Waluigi let out a sigh and said, “I was fired.”

“You were what?” Wario sat up further at that, clearly upset, “When? When did this happen?”

“About a month ago.”

“And you waited this long-”

“Because I was hoping I could find another job! Plus, I didn’t want you to…know.”

“But I would have helped-”

“With what money? You’re just as strapped for cash as I am.”

Wario huffed, “Well, what was with your attitude if you’re struggling hard as I am?”

“Because I didn’t know you had guests.” Waluigi hissed as his eyes narrowed on the brothers.

“What does that have to do with anything? They don’t know what’s going on in our lives.”

“Bulbous nose has enough information to apparently feel the need to defend you!”

“Uh, t-try not to bring appearances into this,” Luigi said weakly, “U-Us being here shouldn’t really have-”

“Stop. Talking.” Waluigi hissed.

“That’s not a good reason.” Wario defended.

“Yes it is!” Waluigi shouted in frustration, “Because I was already feeling like shit having to come back here with my tail between my legs. Because when I left I swore I wouldn’t be back until I could prove I was better than this shitty life! There was a bit of hope in thinking we could be miserable together in coming back here.”

“Instead I come back to our house being rebuilt and some tiny coward getting my precious Piranha Plant’s attention.”

Wario frowned softly. “...You’d rather us be miserable than safe?”

“Yes! Otherwise that means you were right and I hate it when you’re right!”

Mario held his breath at this. Half expecting for someone to launch themselves across the table at the other. When all remained in place, Mario let his shoulders relax as he mulled over the words that had been said. Eyes landing on Wario, who looked lost at this point, and Mario decided it was his time to step in.

“I’m going to make some guesses here and offer some words of my own. If allowed.” Mario started cautiously.

“Why not,” Waluigi muttered darkly, “Everyone else here is.”

“I can’t fully count for what’s been said between you two before. I wasn’t there and I don’t want to know. I’m gleaming enough from this thought and it’s clear that the last full conversation between you two didn’t end well. But that shouldn’t be how you should define your relationship. You’re both stupidly prideful and stubborn- and don’t try to deny it!” Mario held up a finger on both ends, effectively shushing them both.

Wario and Waluigi crossed their arms in silent defeat.

The hero continued, pointedly talking to Waluigi. “Having goals is not a bad thing, but you need to be realistic. You’re seeing why now. Just to go off without something of a plan can end badly. Even more so if you don’t have something to fall back on. You’re lucky that you still have your brother.”

Waluigi didn’t respond, but the grip on his arms did slack.

Wario’s attention, which had been focused on the table, moved up to Luigi when the younger brother leaned forward. Who offered a warm smile.

“I think you need to take your own advice next time. Distance shouldn’t be a worry if you want to make a connection. Talking can help, right?”

“...Right,” Wario huffed, glaring at Waluigi who was staring back unfazed, “You’re an idiot and an ass. But you’re also my brother, so you know I’m here to support you. I’m sorry your shity idea didn’t work. I warned you that you had too many things working at once. Just…come home and we’ll figure something out. Okay?”

“You were always loud…” Waluigi sighed but nodded, “Thank you…for letting me come home.”

“A thank you? Wow, how much of your pride did you have to swallow there?”

“Too much. And it tasted like spoiled milk.” Standing from the table once more, Waluigi continued, “I’ll be moving back in by the end of the week. If that works.”

“Yeah, the house will be fixed by then.” Wario looked to Mario, who confirmed with a nod.

“Very well…and you!”

All tensed at Waluigi’s sudden change in attitude. But Luigi was now put on display. The younger brother swallowed weakly before nervously spitting out, “M-Me?”

“I already didn’t like you when you won the favor from my dear Piranha Plants. They’re very picky with who they find acceptable. And for you to win them over so easily infuriates me.”

“I-I just gave them some-”

“Then you have the absolute gall to shout at me, in my own home! I don’t care if it was for my betterment. No one has ever had the audacity to speak to me as such…besides my brother. But that’s not the point.”

With a grand post and a wide sneer, Waluigi announced, “You have made a powerful rival today, Greenie. I shall best you at whatever game you’re playing at!”

“I-I’m not-”

“We shall cross paths again. When we do, I shall have the upper hand!”

With that, he was off. Waluigi departing out the front with, somehow, rose petals falling behind and leaving a trail.

It was weirdly quiet following this proclamation. All a little stunned with Wario being able to recover first. Actually rolling out of his chair, boisterously laughing until he made his way to Mario. Pulling said hero into a familiarly uncomfortable headlock.

“Gah!” Mario cried out, “What are you-”

“Did ya see that, mini me? Our brothers are becoming friends! Now why can’t we get along like that?”

“You are an absolute lunatic!”

Mario was released for a second, only to be pulled back into a tight hug. Luigi is also being pulled in, letting out a surprised yelp of his own.

“Don’t worry, we’ll all be getting along soon enough!” Wario laughed.

Luigi offered a small smile to his brother’s unamused look. “I-It’s always good to have a number of people to rely on for m-moral support.”

Mario could only let out a small groan in defeat.

#mario #luigi #wario #waluigi #continuation of a story #stare them down #enjoy!#this is becoming a series #cover art by weevmo #s-creations #weevmo #yellow purple red green

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the-firebird69 · 10 days ago

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We have a couple things to report and they're big and important.:

--there are several people here who are huge assholes to our son Non-Stop today this morning without thinking about it without regrets then he is saying that he is Brian and is not and he's got his motorcycle parts on our son's porch. We want him out of there and this campers on the lot and Stan never approved it I'm paying rent so they think they can put those there but not really allowed to hey you're treating their son this way you should have no place to go if not any damn place you want to

--we're going to watch these people die I'd like to watch them die today and a lot of them are out of line and need it. This morning has gone pretty good so far and he needs money and you guys are always proving it you're always holding it back so going to use you dying to get him money unfortunately but there's a way out for her of her situation which is a lot worse than what people think and getting hit somewhere and she can have it fixed it's not that bad and it doesn't hit her heart she's knocked out and she goes into a ship and the bulbgewoman comes out. And she's rather rude to her son his dreams are out a few times and she talks to the Rock who says he's pretty big his army is huge and he's going to become a giant his own outside and she's complaining and he says what do you say I should just show respect and says okay so let's do that and we shouldn't even care but he's having a lot of trouble he says it a lot he says it now it's true it finally sticks and Dolores is out and her body and the other half in Utah and it turns into a mess there because of trump partially setting up Gallagher who gets revenge on him a lot and I mean it too we mean it Freya and I mean that he gets pummeled and straightened out and he's no dummy he gets help from other people now this goes on for a while and finally he goes after him and somehow he escape Tommy F no it was Trump who did it and he says he's waiting for the Ghost of Tom joad and that's who he is and Trump is under the gun by Tommy f for that and big time he wants them out so it starts another fight and they're already fighting very hard and they've already died and killed off half their main characters the state of Maine and it really turns into a big mess. And the others don't know about it they're going up there frequently. And Billy z is going to that weird house that's Ensure and it's near Portsmouth and he's capturing people in his gross. He's trying to look like them when he comes out half-assed all the time. And he can't stand it and it's starting to say it's gross doing what he's doing and it really it's disgusting as hell and it turns your stomach the second you see them doing it and you treat them different like you should they're not regular people they're disgusting all of the satanists are. So Tommy f is up there and virtually un chaperoned and he is going around trying to find Arnie and people don't seem to care I'm going to conclude by saying it's actually happening

Thor Freya

The whole series up there ends with the road a lot of stuff happens in between and it is after Batman The dark Knight rises because he takes over that guy's body and he does it because he interrupted a hit on another Mac proper and it's Mac proper that's bothering the s*** over and he is and he's a big huge pompous ass and ruins a lot of stuff of trump so he gets really mad at the guy and takes over his body and he's gross and he doesn't use it right and has trouble keeping it alive but that's how it goes always anyways with him but this is going to start up pretty soon because Tommy f is up there with several contingents now and they moved up last night in the dark

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

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cleverpaws · 5 months ago

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if you don't want to see my negative and VERY stream of conciousness No Beta We Die Like Whatever Happened To FC Hetch ask-response-turned-review of the founders cut then don't keep reading because dear god i don't even know what happened here

i won't lie i got more of a "zero is nonbinary" reading from them asking to be called zero rather than miss roads at the end (which tbh maybe is wishful thinking. but i hope we're getting representation of a trans character in a world with transphobia please dear god i need less perfect world escapism and more using transphobic society as an aspect of horror please please god)

but. god yeah hit the nail on the head with everything else. hetch's lines feel jarring and are overacted in places. the scenes where he's angry are good but then he somehow becomes too cartoonishly evil and it falls flat. ranboo is the main character because they're all the fans care about so they're the main character because they're all the Audience cares about right guys!! right!!! who needs those other guys!!! who cares about the content creation allegory not me!!! why the fuck would ranboo feel guilty for killing these people we had no time to get attached to. ranboo feels more like The Hero than our vessel through which we view his world which i understand was necessary in some sense but we only have their perspective. of everything. so we need more of our own context for why them standing by and watching them die is so horrific rather than just relying on the fact that these are supposedly ranboo's friends (which??? who knows!! maybe they fucking aren't!!!! showfall puts memories in people's brains so !!!!!!)

sneeg is no longer even mentioned as a starring role in the credits despite the fact that for the first two episodes hetch only appears for maybe 4 minutes combined tops. this show is about ranboo and hetch now!! and charlie!!! for some fucking reason!!!! just because he's There In All Three Episodes!!! sneeg is too he just fucking dies quicker so uhhh who cares its fine!! who gave a shit about that guy anyway sure.

niki's death even somehow felt less well-timed??? god maybe i'm crazy but that really threw me for a loop. how was there still a delay in the edited version??? i'm no editor but like. that?? should be a somewhat easy fix??? right. right????

this isn't even getting me started on all the things i think could have been done differently with the audio mixing--which i was GOING to say i was more normal about but guys. oh my fucking god. in og episode three there's a moment when they've locked themselves in that room with the double doors and ranboo fumbles and says "every of it" instead of something coherent. and while i was forgiving of this like i was forgiving of everything in the original tse production it Did always kind of stick out like a sore thumb and ruin the immersion a little. not that i really minded!! again like i said in one of my other posts i loved how scrappy tse was, i was just thinking the fc was going to polish up all the little mistakes like that.

but of COURSE now my immersion gets to be ruined every more by niki's voice in her introduction sounding like she's suddenly speaking in a closet!!! and they didn't even fix "every of it" !!!!! i don't understand

the founder's cut was disappointing and i'm not just saying that as someone who wasn't particularly looking forward to it after months of overpromising and shit like that on ranboo's part. this seems rushed. this doesn't seem like a labor of love anymore. when i look at the fc, i don't see the team effort that went into the social experiments. i see the Hero. because i guess that's all we're supposed to see. maybe that's the point. maybe it's a satire on how focused we all got on gl!ranboo and how tragic he is rather than the story itself. but from the way ranboo's been talking about it i'm not inclined to believe that. the irony of ranboo also releasing lore--and from the looks of it, an arg--behind a merch paywall, is also not lost on me.

i don't mean to say it was all bad. because it wasn't. it Did have its moments. like i said, hetch's voice acting was only insufferable at times (and there's an argument to be made that that's just nostalgia for his old lines talking, too, which would be fair) his short temper was definitely an interesting change, and his anger felt terrifyingly real at points. and maybe there are things i was missing. watching something live (i watched the premier like most) has always ended up with me missing some bits, so maybe i'm just missing context. i'm aware i only caught one of the photorealistic weird gore bits from the first episode which means i need to rewatch it as soon as i'm able to pay closer attention just to catch those, if nothing else (<- obsessed with weird gore)

but. yeah. this turned into a literal essay so i'm sorry to any poor souls that clicked read more thinking this was just going to be a crazed paragraph or so. erm. i'm a little disappointed chat. gotta get my thoughts out somewhere

if you disagree with anything here, awesome. this really truly isn't an attack on anyone who enjoyed the founder's cut or even ranboo himself (though i have my grievances) this is just me trying to put into words what exactly felt so... hollow. about this. it's weird being critical of things someone i used to look up to almost blindly created. there's more things i'm upset about but i'll save it for another day when i'm able to think a little more coherently

and. sorry anon for maybe jumpscaring you with. this. in response to your thoughts on a fandom confessions account LMAO

...guyss I feel like the founders cut was ranboo playing into what the fandom wanted a little bit... more ranboo and charlie and half of sneeg and carousel crews screentime being erased? more evil hetch? and zero being confirmed a girl after every one and their mom made zero and j into small town lesbians experiencing a mystery? and ofc i dont care if that was rans vision the whole time but it just feels really... coincidental??

#genloss #founders cut #just so i can find this later

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starsparkcd · 5 years ago

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Give me access to security footage.

Oh! Right, yeah that’s a thing we can look at isn’t it? [give him a minute to find the access codes]

#megatronus maximus #⎡ this is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end | main ⎦

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starsparkcdmoved · 6 years ago

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@splitmedic

“Holy slag. Amublon?” Someone hadn’t been informed about their newest reappearing from the dead mech, it seemed.

#splitmedic #⎡ this is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end | main ⎦

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skiyoosmi · 4 years ago

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post-break up heartaches

verse 1. in the car that used to drive us to our home

⤷ kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru — more characters coming soon

⤷ verse 2 | verse 3

⤷ play. never let me go by ghostly kisses, forget about us by clinton kane

commissions: open

⇢ KUROO sighs for the umpteenth time of the day. he was so fucking exhausted and his body's about to give in to sleep any moment now. work has been beating his ass; there was this newbie who kept on messing up the documents needed by the board and for the whole day, he had to be the one to fix said issues. it's not like he wasn't paid enough for that; if anything, his paycheck was one of the most beautiful things he laid his eyes on— but god, even his body has its own limits and yet...

"ya.... yer not supposed to do this anymore. y-ya left me, remember?" you slurred, index finger pointing right at his chest as he circled his arms around your waist, huffing as you practically dropped all your weight on him. here he was, suddenly given the task of having to take you home after your supposed-to-be designated driver, miya fucking atsumu, also drank his brains out with you.

"be patient. still heartbroken because of you, y'know?" kenma softly tells him despite the tipsy feeling lurking in the back of his mind, shaking his head as he looked at you, whose system finally shut down and were now dozing off in the black haired man's arms.

"..... still?" he mumbles, looking down at your figure and he feels his heart contract with pain all over again.

"you can't expect her to be fine immediately, kuroo. it was your wedding day, supposed to be the greatest day of her life and yet it became the worst one... you left her at the altar alone."

he didn't reply anything— or rather, he was unable to. because what can he say to refute the truth? nothing. instead, he proceeded to his car with you still in his hold. he places you on the passenger seat, locking the seatbelts before jogging to the driver's side.

the car ride was calm as you slept soundly with your head occasionally hitting the window lightly as it swayed from side to side. he was sure as hell that if you were sober right now, you wouldn't even have the thought of seeing him cross your mind. he just knows for sure that you despise him with your whole being... at least, that's what he thought until...

"i'm sorry, tetsu. please come back," you whimper in your seat, voice quiet but he heard it nonetheless, "tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it."

the pitiful sounds and mumbles you made struck kuroo right in the heart and which makes him pull over an empty but safe road, just a block away from your (previously shared) apartment. looking over your form, he finds himself reaching out to touch your face, caressing your cheeks as drops of tears fell down slowly on them, "you didn't do anything wrong. you were fine. you were so perfect."

you squint your eyes at him, probably wondering if this was real or just a part of your drunken imagination. nonetheless, you hiccuped, "y-you... you left me and i... i still can't even bring myself to hate you... i just wanna ask you why? i just want to understand."

he thought he also knew the reason why but every single time he thinks about it, he's only led to one conclusion: because he was a coward. no way was this any of your fault— it's definitely not your fault that right at that moment, as he stared at the mirror, wearing the black suit you chose for him, the sudden fear of commitment loomed over him. it's not like it was your fault he suddenly got scared of losing you the way his parents lost each other. but now he thinks it's ironic, because he lost you anyway.

maybe... just maybe, if he had just met you where you stood at the altar, instead of leaving you alone in it, maybe he would've been happier. maybe his days would've started more with a smile from you as you helped him fix his necktie before going to work. maybe, the working hours he spends in the shitty corporate world would've been more worth it if it meant he can come home to you at the end of the day. maybe... maybe he wouldn't have to be stuck with this lump in his throat as he wonders what could've been happening if he just chose to show up and vowed his life to you.

but he didn't.

"i realized i wasn't just ready to tie my life with anyone yet. that's all there is to it, yn."

so with a heavy feeling stuck in his chest and a quiet promise to never see you again for the sake of not hurting you further, he starts the car's engine again, ignoring the words you replied but he was sure they will haunt him for a very long time... again.

i can wait for you no matter how long it takes, tetsu, you know that.

⇢ OIKAWA gives you what seems like a guilty smile as he stands in front of you, opening his arms and gesturing you to come closer. but the stoic expression on your face takes him back to the reality that the last thing you wanted to do today was to actually fetch him from the airport. it just so happens that his three best friends were caught up with work that they had no choice but to send you, the main ex-bestfriend slash ex-girlfriend, to him.

why did you agree when you practically loathe him with your whole being? well, it was probably because you weren't the devil who would reject your friends when they were literally on their knees as they begged you and for some reason, you thought he'll look pitiful going back to his home country after five years with no one to welcome him. yeah, that's it. it's not like you're still in love with him or anything.

"my car's just around the corner," you begrudgingly walk towards the car park with him quietly following. at the moment, he knew better than to get on your nerves or else there would be war. he hates that this happened to the both of you but he can't blame anyone else but himself. because who wouldn't hate their ex-boyfriend if they suddenly broke up with them over a phone call?

tension filled the car as you both sat beside each other. perhaps, this was what other people were talking about when they say that it's impossible for exes to be friends again, to not feel any awkwardness because you were sure as hell that the word "awkward" was an understatement of your situation right now. nevertheless, your eyes couldn't help but wander to his figure as he adjusted his body, opting for a more comfortable position in the passenger's seat.

he looked more youthful and you felt bittersweet— proud that his whole aura screams of "success" which meant that gone were the days where he longed to get that winter cup trophy, nor the times when he overworked himself and put a strain on his knee which led to countless arguments with you. if anything, he looked happier and it sucks because you're not even close to feeling that way... not without him.

"i heard you've finally gotten yourself your own condominium? that's great, yn!" he exclaimed as soon as you began driving to your destination, a hope lit within him that maybe you might just respond to him. just one smile, that's all i need, he thinks.

but you remain focused on your driving, choosing to reply with a single nod and a soft "yeah..."

disappointment fills his heart as he faces the truth that your relationship has really been ruined, along with your friendship. all because he was foolish to think that he couldn't handle the physical distance between you two. realization dawns upon him that he just made that same distance worse as you pull your heart further away from him.

"... i actually bought it for the two of us, you know?" he whips his head to your direction in surprise, heart clenching as he watch you let out a sad chuckle, "i just... i thought it would be nice if we had a place to permanently stay at and for you to have a home to go to when you're at japan. but yeah... i guess things doesn't go our way sometimes, does it?"

"i'm sor—"

"it's okay. i'm fine now," you quickly reply, shaking your head but keeping your eyes on the road. he tries to ignore the tears that start to form in them because he has no right to stop them, knowing full well that he was the one who caused them in the first place.

as if on cue, you halt your vehicle in front of a familiar apartment and much to your dismay, you find yourself looking back in the past when you used to live in that same place, making wonderful memories with the chocolate haired lad with you. you clear your throat to stop the sob that desperately attempts to escape your throat, "uhm... we're here."

"oh, yeah. we're here," he numbly states, already missing you despite the mere inches of space separating the two of you. you just felt so far away and he hates it. but this was the path he chose so he gets out of your car along with his things, turning to you once more, "uhh... thanks for the ride, yn. i know you probably hate me but yeah... it's very nice of you to put that past us and i guess i just want to say sorry for hurting you... i just..."

"i don't hate you, tooru," you softly tell him, "i just don't want anything to do with you anymore. to see you this happy, without me, is like a slap in the face because i'm not. it still hurts and i'm not fine. i just hope this will be the last time we'll see each other. be safe on your trip back to argentina. welcome home."

and with that, you start the car's engine again, no longer having the energy nor the strength to hear his reply. but he wishes you did because as he watches your car drive further away from him, he can't help but wish that he can take back time so that you don't have to go to that condominium and instead, go inside the home you once shared with him.

but i'm not happy, yn. because how could i call this place my home when you're not here with me?

at that moment, unbeknownst to the two hearts that long for each other break at the same time, you finally let out the tears and cries that you've been keeping since you saw him, knowing that no matter how much you try, you'll never be as happy as you were with him— simply because he left you with a hole in your heart that no one else can fill.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo headcanons #oikawa headcanons #haikyuu writings #haikyuu angst #kuroo tetsurou #oikawa tooru #haikyuu imagines #post break-up heartaches

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years ago

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You Get Sick in the Back of an Uber

AN: so this was a story i have had in my drafts for like three months and just never found motivation to finish it. i decided to finish this first out of my drafts because it was one of the ones that had the most already written for it. unlike some of my others that don't have much written yet. and this was supposed to be longer but i got lazy and ended the end with no dialogue and shorted the story. but i guess that's fine because the main part of this was the uber incident and not necessary the aftercare. (i just love to always include aftercare whether its with sex or getting sick. unless its a blurb) @harryhoney-bee suggested number 1. on my voting post so thank you for requesting i finish this one shot idea that was in my drafts.

This story contains: puke, drunken person, caring husband

{ husband!harry - dad!harry - Grammys 2021 Harry - 4 kids (any age you imagine) }

word count: 1765

When you drink too much at the Grammys, you end up having to get sick in the uber ride home and Harry cares for you.

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Back Story-

After the Grammys, Harry and I decided to go to the little after party that was being held for the Grammy attendees. We knew we couldn't stay too long because we had to get back home to our kids. They were currently with our babysitter but she couldn't stay all night. She has to go home at some point. So we made sure to watch the time.

At the afterparty, drinks were flowing. I haven't drank in a while due to the fact I had been pregnant not too long ago. This was the first night I was allowed to drink and I decided to do just that. Harry was aware of me drinking and promised to watch and take care of me. Though we were at this afterparty for him, he wanted me to let loose and have some fun as well.

But what he wasn't expecting was for me to drink the amount I did. I didn't mean to go over board. It just kind of happened. People handing out drinks left and right and next thing I knew, I was drunk. Not tipsy, drunk. When Harry noticed how drunk I was, he decided it's best to go home.

And because Harry also had drank some alcohol, he wasn't in a state to drive either. By no means was he as drunk as me though. Maybe just tipsy but he didn't want to risk it. So he decided to call an uber for us.

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Current-

We're sitting in the back of the uber on our way home. It's about an hour drive since the city is crowded with traffic due to the Grammys. Right about now is when I regret drinking any alcohol tonight. Because I haven't drank in over a year, my body isn't use to the poison running through my veins. So you could say I'm a lightweight now. My head is throbbing. My vision is blurry. My stomach is turning. Lets just say I regret all my decisions tonight that lead to me feeling this way.

"Harrrrry I don't feel good." I manage to slur out.

"You probably should have stuck to champagne instead of vodka my love." Harry responds, while stroking my hair out of my face in a gentle manner.

Another 10 minutes pass and I'm feeling very nauseous. I'm trying to focus on my breathing but it's not working.

"Harry my stomach hurts." I whisper with hooded eyes.

"Like you're gonna be sick?" Harry questions with panic.

I nod my head and hear Harry asking the driver if he can pull over.

"Can you pull over? My wife is feeling ill." Harry frantically questions the uber driver up front.

"I'm sorry sir but this freeway is packed and there is no way I can get to the side of the road right now." the driver says with a bit of an attitude.

Hearing that made me and Harry both start to panic.

"Well do you have any sick bags in here?" my husband asks.

"Sorry I don't." the driver retorts in a uncaring tone. What kind of uber driver doesn't carry sick bags for when drunks potentially need a ride but feel like they are going to be sick?

I just barley hear Harry let out a frustrated sigh and turn to me.

"Try and relax love. Take deep breaths for me, alright." Harry whispers while rubbing my back as I'm slumped over his body, too disoriented to even hold my head up.

About 3 minutes later, I feel vomit rise up my throat. There isn't much I can to do. The driver already said he couldn't pull over, nor does he have sick bags. I sit up from my slouched position and clasp a hand over my mouth. My legs are bouncing up and down. I'm trying desperately not to puke but I'm doing a poor job. Harry is sitting up with me, trying to comfort me but his words are all a blur at this point.

"If you have to be sick darling, let it out. I'll pay to get this uber cleaned, okay." Harry states in my ear. I know he'd rather not have me puke on the floor of the uber, right beside him, but he can tell I'm struggling and in discomfort.

Hearing those words was all the conformation I needed. I remove my hand from my mouth and let out a gush of alcoholic bile spew from my mouth and onto the backseat floor board. Harry gathers my hair in his hands so it's not in my face. My vomit splatters all over my legs and on the bottom of Harry's Gucci suit. I'd feel terrible about that if I wasn't so out of it, but my mind is a mushed up blur.

"Shhh, that's it. You're alright." Harry reassures me. The uber driver lets out a sigh of disgust, but this is truly his fault that I'm throwing up in his uber right now anyways.

Heave after heave, I let out more of the alcohol that was poisoning my system, right onto the floor. It's not a pretty sight. I'm having a cold sweat and my body is trembling. Though Harry has a weak stomach, when it comes to his wife (me) or his kids, he can always handle a bit of throw up. Or a lot like currently. It's like a fatherly/husband instinct that comes over him and he feels only adrenaline, not yuck.

Finally I feel my stomach relax and I sit up, breathing heavy with vomit dripping down my chin. Without thinking, I wipe it off with the back of my hand and smear it on my already ruined dress. "Feeling better?" Harry asks in a low tone.

"Mhmm." I hum, not really feeling like talking. My drunken brain has cleared up some from the majority of the alcohol being out of my system, but I still feel the after affects drinking brings. I just lean my head on Harry's shoulder for the rest of the ride home and allow the cool breeze to blow on my face. The uber driver did us all a favor by rolling the windows down so we didn't suffocate on the nasty smell of my sick.

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After-

When we arrived home, Harry payed the uber driver, not giving much of a tip and told him that he'd have someone clean his car out in the morning. As well as a half assed apology for my incident beings it could have been prevented. Then carefully, Harry lifted me out the uber and carried me into our Los Angeles home. Good thing our kids were all asleep because they shouldn't have to see their mother like this. Covered in puke and half drunk.

Harry took me to our bathroom and quickly ran down stairs to pay our babysitter, hoping she didn't question my appearance when she saw my state as we came through the front door. She didn't thankfully and left soon after her check was handed to her. Harry came back up to where he left me and helped me clean up and get ready for bed.

He stripped us of our vomit covered clothes and helped me into the big walk-in shower we have in our master bathroom. Then after he delicately washed our bodies along with my hair, he helped us out and dried us off. We brushed our teeth, me with the help of my husband because I was still a bit dizzy. After we're clean of sick and smelt fresh, he helped me put some panties and a t-shirt over my nude body and boxers on himself; just incase our kids woke up and needed us for whatever reason.

Harry helped me into our large bed and tucked me in, bending down to kiss my forehead. Then he walked down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and a bucket incase I needed to be sick again at some point through-out the rest of the early morning. When he had all the items he intended to grab, Harry came back to our bedroom where I was already passed out with sleep.

So he just set the water on my night stand and the bucket on the floor, beside my side of the bed. Then Harry quietly exited our room and went to each of our child's bedrooms to make sure they were fine and still asleep like they should be, which they thankfully were.

When everything was done and taken care of, Harry turned the bedroom lights out and slipped in the covers with me. He helped my body scoot over and I cuddled into his warm body. I didn't realize it in my state of sleep but I knew when I awoke, I'll be thinking about how grateful I am to have a wonderful husband like Harry.

He takes such good care of me. He didn't get upset that I drank too much on his special night and accidently got wasted. He never once got upset that I basically got throw up on his expensive suit tonight in the uber. He didn't get annoyed that he had to shower both me and him past midnight, though he was exhausted. Harry loves taking care of me (and our kids) and wouldn't wish for any other life. Even when his life becomes chaotic and stressful. Harry loves his family dearly and his family love him just as much or more.

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ziskeyt · 2 years ago

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Okay I'm off today, and doing very important things, like looking at the map of hyrule and thinking about how this was a civilization in decline pre-calamity.

It got long, so:

Why do I think it was in decline? Well, I started thinking this when I took a good look at the photo for memory #2 at Lake Kolomo:

The garrison is already a ruin, when, we're supposed to believe this is a photo taken by Zelda one hundred years ago. All the architecture of the ruin itself is the same as the ruins we understand to be from the society that existed 100 years prior to the game, so it's probably just they didn't render a version of this that wasn't in ruins to include in the photo. HOWEVER, I don't care about what the developers were doing, all I can work with is what story I'm told in-game. And in this game, this is a garrison and, when Hyrule was supposed to be living in some semblance of peace for over ten thousand years for some reason during that time they built an army garrison in their lands and then let it go to ruin at the same time they were building all the other buildings in central Hyrule that are now ruins. Exhibit 2 the Bridge of Hylia:

Again, from the memory photos as it's all we have to go on for how the kingdom of Hyrule looked one hundred years ago. Do you think a kingdom that is flourishing wouldn't attempt repairing the destroyed weight bearing pillars of a bridge? And, furthermore, would a kingdom that is flourishing not have expanded its reach to the other side of the bridge? There are no towns on the other side of lake Hylia that seem to have been there 100 years ago (and before) that were large enough to warrant this behemoth of construction. Why put the money into it instead of just some docks and some boats? The only settlement that possibly was there at the time the kingdom was ruined was maybe Lurelin. So what would have been there in a time of prosperity that the rulers of Hyrule would see erecting this bridge as necessary? It looks more like: at the time when Hyrule was using this style of construction and type of stone they overreached what their coffers could support and then couldn't support further growth into the southern regions.

Even looking at what the training grounds supposedly looked like 100 years ago, they don't look particularly? useful?

It just looks like the monster pillars without the tower, and possibly uncontaminated water. But, really, what kind of training ground even is that? What are they training for? Water battles? There is no access to the sea from central Hyrule, why do they think their main threat would be water-based? (Are they preparing to fight Zora??) Seems like it's either an unused training ground, or a poorly utilized one. And, thinking about water access to the kingdom, it's weird that a kingdom who has its castle where it is has no way to instigate water trade with other kingdom/societies. There was no way for the citizens of Hyrule to make a quick escape from the armies that turned on them. I mean, look at the waterways:

I've traced in blue the rivers, and then where they all end in red. I've also put in green where they could have built locks or something to have access to the outside world. You want me to believe a kingdom was existing without any big giant war or conflict in its history worth mentioning, and it cannot build a way to increase trade access? Not to mention the meandering roads. We know that the remaining soldiers/knights and civilians fled to Akkala citadel in the wake of the calamity, but look at that map and the road to get from central Hyrule, around Eldin, around Lanayru before they would reach the citadel. That's outrageous. Perhaps it is that Hyrule, a kingdom so accustomed to peace and easy living, was rather complacent. They made no infrastructure changes for the better, because what could be better than the status quo? Well, that seems like an easy way to fall into decline without even realizing you're doing so. For additional consideration, we're supposed to believe this is a society that has lasted for ten thousand years, (and ignoring how ludicrous that timeline is, ignoring how little advancement we see with Hylian, or any of the other societies, and science, technology, medicine, literature, anything (are there ANY ruins of schools/universities/libraries (aside from the castle library) NO! that's weird!!!) and we see only the ruins of villages/towns really around central Hyrule. There's a few crops of tiny settlements at the base of the Gerudo highlands (on the Hyrule ridge side), and in the shadow of Eldin, and that's about it. There's some one-off house ruins here and there but primarily the ruins we find of the destroyed civilization are ruins that look like the ones of the garrisons and barracks, so they seem to be ruins of army presence. And that's weird! Why are there so many ruins of military bases around Hyrule, but no villages around them they are supported by? Why are there ruins of a garrison close to the heart of the kingdom while it was still a functioning kingdom? It looks to me like a kingdom that was stretching the reach of their pockets, planting their armies around their lands without real support, not investing in infrastructure that would better the lives of their citizens and, ultimately, likely increase the reach of the kingdom itself. It looks to me like a kingdom that was ruled by paranoid leaders, trying to increase the stretch of their armies against an unknown threat without really strategizing how best to be prepared for any threat at all. I think pre-calamity Hyrule was a society that was riding on the coattails of previous successful rulers and was one that was in decline possibly long before King Rhoam, but he certainly didn't help.

What does that mean for the game? Not much of anything, really. It's just a theory I have based on what is show in the game. Do I think this will have any impact on the sequel? No. It's just something that I couldn't stop thinking about. I mean, what is up with the waterways? The guardians don't swim. If they'd had boats maybe they would have had some chance of escaping total annihilation.

#loz #botw #tloz #the legend of zelda #breath of the wild #i have #THOUGHTS #and now i am sharing them because i am having a chill day

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casualwriters · 3 years ago

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Cupid Love Arrow | Steve Harrington. |

Summary - You never thought in ten million years that you are going on a date with fucking Steve Harrington, you were never the type who like the little Miss perfect of Hawkins, but one night out of no we're Steve asked you out and maybe you enjoyed it.

Type - Fluff

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Paring - S1 Steve Harington X Nonbinary Reader. ( for male or female readers.)

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A/N - Hope yall enjoy I was in the mood for some cute fluff (:

Walking up to your Locker the fresh start of your new day in

Hawkins, You and your family moved here only a couple months ago, your mom wanted a fresh start away from the City and away from your old life so now you are here, stuck in this small country Highschool. Shutting the locker after you shoved all the books in your locker you closed it turning around to walk around the hall because there was still some free time before the Bell ring. "New kid watch out!" You heard the screaming and when that happens you turned your head to see what all the commotion was going on and before you could even move the football hit your face gulping for a second, not noticing how embarrassed you have gotten you cover your face "What the fuck?" you question turning around to see a couple boys you wiped the blood that was dripping down your noise the football still in hand, one of the guys was cute but they all looked stupid. "Here you damn ball back" You threw it at the main guy with mid force hitting him in the chest making the other boys chuckled and laugh nudging the Alpha male. "Idiots" You whisper under your breath hearing the Main male walk over to you "What your name?" The male asked he was handsome, but his hair was bigger than most of mine and god his cologne. "What do you want?" You moan hearing the bell knowing that be a good way to ignore him but he was still following you like a stalker. "Steve, um Steve Harrington" Turning around now in front of your class "y/n, now I am going take my noise that is still in pain and leave bye Steve" You scoffed entering your class.

The day had gone fast sitting on the side cigarette hanging on the left side of your lip, you were annoyed and had a shitty day getting hit by a football and all the teacher were just dicks, now putting the cherry on all of it missing your bus your mom would not be off work for another hour, she would not be happy. The door open next to you hearing A male and two females talking Oh speak of the Devil. Stomping out the Cigarette standing up to not be stuck with Prisses and Captian jock Pass for sure. Now I just got to figure out if I want to walk the five miles or call mom and wait. "Later You Two, Hey Y/n Wait up!" He yelled across the parking lot. "What Do you want? The bothersome was clearly shown on your face and You think Steve could tell but it was almost an hour after the buses left so Steve wonder why you were here all alone. "Why you all here alone?" He was actually not trying to be Cocky or an ass which was a shock for both of you. "Miss the Bus," You say swinging your bag over your shoulder Steve followed you as you were walking to head home, he was hot on your tracks and stop in front of you. "Steve do you have anything better than harass me?" You questioned ur folding your arms so you do not end up strangling the poor kid. "Why don't I give you a drive home and in return why don't you let me take you on a date" Taken off guard wasn't the only thing you felt the red crept up on your cheeks now your ending up looking at the top of your combat boots. Looking back up " A month of you being my Taxi driver and then I will go on a date with you" You said bluntly hoping he says yes because you do not want to ride that discussing bus again. Steve was a bit taken back about blunt you were but he thought it was kinda cute He smiled "I pick you up tonight It a deal! let's go" he says making you rolled your eyes "I am fucking coming," You yelled at him.

The snap of the seat belt and looking around in the car was a sweet ride but you did not want Steve's head to get too big. Sitting in there in quiet with glances from Steve part could not stop you from smiling but hid it well the day was long watching Steve pass the trees and watching the Fall leaves get crumpled under the wheels you heard Steve say "When did you come to Hawkins?" Steve asked Sitting up from laying your head down "Couple months ago from the City, mom wanted a new start so dragged me halfway across the state to Hawkins" Steve nodded "it gets a bit lonely here when you do not have any friends." He chuckled " It seemed like you are Mister Popular" Steve turned on your road but he looked at you shaking his head and he said nothing, you decided not to push him so you stayed quiet and just talk about yourself. "Don't need to answer" you smiled at him seeing that he had stopped at your house, You Grinned "see you Later Steve?" you say hanging in the window and walked inside to get ready for the date that was weird to say, maybe you don't hate him that much even if Cupid screw up a bit.

"I will be home at Ten sharped okay" You smiled at your younger siblings brush their hair out of their face and kissing them goodbye walking over to your mom with a worried glance, she has been working night shifts since we moved here and she been passing out every time her body hits the couch. "Love you, Mom." Walking out the door shutting it softly to not wake her up waving to Steve in the car but he was already out there with a bouquet of flowers, they were lovely the shock was on your face smiling "Such a romantic" You say plucking the bouquet out of his hand they were red Roses how cute. "I Adore Roses now hop in were losing the night" He teased.

"Steve, why do I have to keep my eyes closed?" You asked Steve had told you to keep your eyes closed since you got in the car and you were curious why " Oh do not ruin the surprise And no it not a party" He says with a small smile you knew Steve seemed to be Mr. Hot guy, at school and fooled all the woman but this was another side of him that you saw even if you guys just met, it not that hard to pick up on things. "You going to be the death of me" Steve poked your side making you squeaked. "Jerk," you mumbled playfully at him.

Hearing the car stop "Okay just hold on okay?" You were quite confused and wondering if this was gonna be how you die, like in one of those horror movies, you really hoped it wasn't "Is this when I die Steve?" You heard the door open Steve chuckled "If your lucky you won't die." Steve help you out of the car feeling his arms wrapped your race goosebumps came across your arms and He smiled "Open them" You were taken back you could see all of Hawkins from you, "Steve it stunning" you say You Lean on the car saying "My worries seem to be gone when I am up here and of course with you" you teased. "Is your mother okay" Steve could tell it was not just the nerves of the date that was bothering them and the drapes were open. "She been working a lot, Me and my siblings have to take the bus to school I am sorry you did not hear to listen to this.'' A shy whisper came from your lips Jumping to sit on the front of the car Steve shakes his head sitting on the car with you, Looking at you seeing that you were wrapping your arms around your shoulder, "Come here you idiot" He teased taking the demi jacket off and t slipping it over your shoulders. "Tell me what up?" He asked knowing that since you got in the car ride you have been deep in your head he just wanted to make sure you were okay. Taking a large sigh "My mother lost our farther only three years, ago but he always treated her like complete shit" You grew angry just thinking by it your fists curled Steve seeing that has he moved closer putting his hand over your red knuckles. "He drinks too much, I always had to take care of my siblings, my mom was working two jobs and my dad was out at multiple bars." Huffing thinking this was the normal laying On the car. Steve just stared at you in Awe you looking at the stars he was content this way and that was okay. "Steve come lay down" you Snicker at the young man tugging at his hand like nothing you just said bother you. " My Folks are never there I know it was nothing like what happens to you but staying in that big house all alone fucking sucks". Nodding keeping your eyes on the stars pointing to one and another. "It, not a completion every story has a their tragic story" Steve saw you leaning your head on his shoulder seeing you relax in his arms. Wrapping his arm around you nodding and enjoying the silence. "Maybe we should do this again," Steve says looking toward you.

Smiling at Steve " Maybe we should Uh".

#steve harrington #stranger things #small account #billy hargrove #nonbinary s/o #alyssastories #images #max caulfield #y/n #stranger things 3 #y/n x reader #fanfic

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make-sterek-canon · 4 years ago

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That night I saved you || PolArm oneshot (KinnPorsche The Series)

Getting hurt being somebody's bodyguard is part of the job. It's inevitable.

Getting killed is another thing entirely. In Pol's eyes, it's unacceptable. Even more if the one at risk is Arm.

“That night I saved you”

[Pol’s POV] (Italics = emphasis/others; italics and bold = thoughts)

Extremely warm night. Sticky climate. His suit is completely ruined from all the sweat and dirtiness. There's also some blood mixed in there. Snot too, probably. Pol can't tell.

He's holding Arm down with one hand and the gun with the other. Arm is unconscious and not even responding to any external stimulus. All Pol can feel is his heart beating in his chest. Too slow to be noticed but it's something, some hope in the dark situation they're in.

Pol needs to get Arm out of there and fast or he'll lose him, and he's definitely not ready to say goodbye just yet. Maybe not ever.

He pushes the button on his earpiece but dead silence welcomes him from the other side. He takes off the damn thing rather violently. Time to put into action his last resort then.

"Pete! Pete!" His shouts fill the air. The bullets are still flying around and there's too much noise. He waits a few seconds, then tries again. Calling Pete desperately. Unrelenting sweat is falling down his face and neck, wetting even more his white (not anymore) shirt.

"Here!" He hears, and he sighs in relief.

"Listen! Can you handle it? I need to get Arm some help, he's in bad shape!"

"Go, I'll cover you!

That's all he needs to get going. Ducked behind a pile of sturdy-looking boxes, Pol tries to pinpoint Pete's position so he'll know where to move. Judging by his shouts he might be somewhere to the right and if Pol remembers correctly there's an exit that way. He needs to move to reach it though and it's easier said than done since he still has to protect both himself and Arm from getting hit by stray bullets. The only way is staying crouched while dragging Arm's motionless body.

Unresponsive as his fellow is, Pol is taking longer to do just that. He also needs to call someone to come and get them because they took Pete's car this time and of course he's the one that has the keys.

Pol curses under his breath. He'll definitely make a copy for next time. If there was a next time. There is still the possibility that none of them will survive the night after all.

After countless and torturous minutes he finds himself closer to the right side exit. This abandoned warehouse is big but not enough to get yourself lost.

Fortunately, no one has seen them and Pol hopes it stays that way for a bit longer.

"Hang in there, Arm. We're almost out."

He hasn't moved yet and Pol is starting to think that he's been dragging a corpse all along, but the sole thought is quickly getting to him and there's no time to lose.

The air is even more stickier and dense outside than inside the building, and Pol is heavily wheezing from the effort. Resting Arm's back against the facade, he places a hand on his chest to support him while taking the phone out with his free hand. Scratch that. He decides against it when not even two seconds have passed. They were not going to make it if they had to wait for someone from the major clan to come.

"Think, Pol. Think..."

Raising his eyes he suddenly notices an old gray Sedan some meters away, parked on the side of the smaller building, part of the main one but detached.

"This better work."

Hauling Arm as carefully as his own banged up body allows him, he walks to the vehicle. It should be easy to open since its windows are not armored as Pete's and the rest of their cars. Or if it's a getaway car as Pol suspects he could probably find the keys nearby, placed there for the owner to grant a fast escape.

First things first, he rests Arm against the car and checks to make sure it isn't open before looking for the keys. Crouching close to the driver's side tire Pol sticks his hand in the space between the car's fender and the tire, finding the keys on top of it. Bingo. After grabbing them he gets up and when a shot rings out, his hand opens on instinct dropping them to the ground. The bullet impacts against the gravel right next to where Arm is and Pol's breath stops working for a second, scared that he might have been hit.

"Where do you think you're going, scum? Put your hands up and turn around. Slowly."

Pol does as he's told, facing the man. He's pretty much average looking, not as big in size as Pol and he's definitely tired if his labored breathing is any indication. He has to take him down. And fast.

The quietness doesn't last long when the man steps forward with his gun still raised. The distance is shorter and Pol takes that chance to surprise his enemy, crouching down and getting some gravel to throw it to his face. That gets him a shout in response and he promptly throws himself against the man next to take the gun away. It flies off somewhere. But that's not the end of it. The man only needs a moment to collect himself and he attacks Pol. Avoiding blow after blow, he counterattacks when he has the opportunity, but he's not fast enough to block a sudden kick to the ribs. Falling to his knees in agonizing pain, Pol raises his head to look at the man, who's got a karambit and is brandishing it right in front of his face.

"Very nice... Just stay there like the dog you are. Fucking useless." He snickers and Pol flinches in disgust. "Your fuck-buddy must be dead, huh? Don't worry, you'll be following him soon enough..."

Pol glances Arm's way and his eyes tear up but he bites down hard on his lower lip to prevent the tears from falling. It's highly efficient since the pain distracts him from feeling anything else. He's not going to give the bastard the satisfaction to seeing him cry. Not for his own life, but for his fallen friend. The defiant look Pol sends the man's way makes him smile sadistically.

"Ah, that look... I'm so gonna enjoy butchering you like I would do a pig..."

A sudden movement causes Pol to look behind the man, a bit to his left. The man notices but it's not enough for him to turn around or even move. There's no time since he already has a bullet embedded in his skull. The dead body falls forward right into Pol but he moves before it touches him.

Still kneeling, he looks up at the shooter. Vegas.

"Empty promises... I hate people who are all bark and no bite the most." He says, with a gravely tone full of disdain.

And suddenly it's like a staring contest. But this time there's neither winner nor loser.

"Where's Pete?"

Pol is not sure if he should answer though he somehow knows that Vegas means no harm to his friend.

"Still inside."

"Get the fuck out of here or I'll finish you off. Less Kinn's bodyguards means less threats to my clan."

"Why won't you then?"

"What?"

"Finish us off."

"Let's just say that a certain someone wouldn't like that. Be grateful."

Guess who.

With nothing more to say, apparently, Vegas turns around and walks to the main building, gun in hand and ready. You can still hear some commotion happening inside. Pol watches him go for a second before getting up to get the keys from the gravel to open the car. He checks on Arm then, looking for his pulse in the neck. It's there. Weak, but there. Pol heaves a sigh of relief.

Getting him inside the car is not as easy at it looks but he manages to lay him down on the back seats. Pol is still not sure how is he that unconscious but he suspects he was brutally hit with something, and he worries that Arm might have a concussion since he's bleeding quite profusely from the head.

The road is completely empty on their way back and Pol speeds through it with too little care for anything else than getting Arm the help he needs.

Pol is so focused that he swerves and almost goes off the road when his phone rings unexpectedly, strident in the silent car.

His heart still in his throat, he answers after a few more tones ring.

"Pol, it's Pete."

"Hey... How are things there?" He asks the best he can, trying to steady his racing heart so it could return to normal.

"Calmer. I- I think we did it. The cargo is ours" Pete's voice is wavering a little, and Pol is not going to ask how they got it since he already knows. They had outside help and if Boss Korn found out he'd be anything but happy. But he won't say a thing. He's never been a whistleblower and he won't start now.

"Casualties?"

"Not many. We came prepared after all."

"Yeah..." Pol distractedly says, looking at Arm through the rearview mirror.

"What about Arm? Where are you taking him?"

"Where do you think?"

"Dr. Top? Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Pol grips the steering wheel so hard that both his hands start hurting, and he asks with his teeth clenched. "I don't have many options at the moment, or do I?"

He doesn't trust the man either but it's also true that there's nobody else they can go to. Dr. Top is as mysterious as he is a good doctor, and he'll treat Arm fairly.

"Ok, ok. Do what you have to do."

Running a trembling hand through his thick and slightly sweaty hair, Pol exhales slowly. "Pete, Arm... he... I'm not sure if he's alive. He hasn't moved or anything since before we left. He had a pulse when I got him into the car, but it was weak. He... he may be dead for all I know and fuck, I'm not okay with that..."

"Pol, you need to calm down," Pete says softly. "It's going to be okay, you hear me? He's gonna be alright. He's one of the toughtest men I know. So stop thinking. It's definitely not helping."

"It's just-"

"No, and whatever you might want to say? Just keep it for when he comes around. Okay? Call me when you get there."

"Yeah."

"Pol."

"Yeah, alright. I'll call you."

"And... ?"

"Stop thinking. I got it the first time, Pete."

"Just in case you forgot."

"Right... See you."

"See ya."

Then Pol hears a "Vegas, what the f-" and suddenly the line is cut off.

He doesn't move or says anything for a while, but the silence becomes too much and he feels the need to fill it.

"Vegas came to help... Can you imagine? That sadistic bastard helping us... Well, more like helping Pete." Pol mumbles, looking in the rearview mirror from time to time. "He saved my life. I'm not sure if I should be grateful or scared. I owe him, big-time." He doesn't know what comes into him but in a flash, Pol hits the steering wheel quite violently. "Fuck, Arm. Talk. Open your damn eyes. Can you at least hear me?" Regret washes over him the second he explodes. "I can't believe I'm doing this... I'm sorry. Fuck. I'm sorry. I should have been there for you sooner. If you die...” Don't you dare die on me.

The Anakinn residence comes into sight, imposing and in complete darkness except for the lights on the front facade.

Next to it, Dr. Top's house lies. It kinda looks like a cabin and it has all the comodities and necessities but if he lives there is basically because it is in his contract. Other than that, he comes and goes at will. No questions asked.

Getting out of the car Pol opens the back door to take Arm out. He doesn't even care about leaving the car open since it's not his and carries Arm bridal style towards the house. The entrance light turns on before he reaches the wooden door and it opens, showing the doctor in silky maroon pajamas. He's the definition of tall, dark and handsome. That's probably why Boss Tankhun and Vegas' brother Macao are head over heels for the man.

"Sleeping, Doc?"

The man smirks for a microsecond and urges Pol to get inside. "Leave him on the dining room table." He quickly follows the orders. It was like someone had told the doctor that they were coming because the table was clearly prepared for an emergency. Leaving him there, Pol steps back. That's when he takes a moment to evaluate Arm's state by himself. He's too damn pale. But other than that he looks like he's sleeping.

"Can you tell me what happened to him?" The doctor asks while checking Arm for vitals and shining a light into his eyes.

"I don't really know. I wasn't even close when it happened." Pol explains. "But I guess he was hit with some kind of weapon or thrown against something..." He stops talking, swallowing hard when he notices that his voice is breaking.

"It must be a concussion... Has he been unconscious the whole time?"

So I was right. Pol nods, not trusting his voice just yet.

"I'm gonna need you to be vocal, Pol. Get yourself together and talk."

"Y- yeah, he's been like that since I found him lying on the ground."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Pol clenches his fists. Son of a...

"Okay, you can wait outside. Drink some water. Eat something. Do whatever you want, but get out of my sight."

"What? No-"

"Yes, Pol. You're making me uncomfortable, and you don't want Arm to suffer the consequences, right?"

Frowning and still with his fists clenched, he barks a resounding negative, storming out of the dining room after glancing at Arm for a brief second.

If he lets himself get carried away and closes the door with more force than necessary nobody can really blame him.

Pol doesn't know how much time he spends sitting on that awfully orange colored sofa, but he's been dozing off for a while, his eyes opening and closing non-stop.

But he knows he obviously lost the battle when he's startled awake by a hand shaking him. His own grabs that hand determined to get it off him in the worst way possible but he's promptly stopped by a familiar voice calling his name. "Pol, it's me."

Pete's delicate face welcomes him when he opens his eyes. "Pete. You're here." Surprise follows and he sits upright. "Why are you here? I thought you were with V-"

"He dropped me off and went back to work. He's got some unfinished business to attend..."

"Yeah, I can only imagine." Pol snorts, running a hand through his hair and clearing his throat. He feels it scratchy, like something got stuck there.

"Have you drank or ate anything? I don't want to be that person but you look bad..." And it must be true when his friend is looking at him in such a worrisome way. He doesn't even get upset for not having called him.

"I just can't... I feel like throwing up every time I think about it. Arm..." The reality hits Pol in that exact moment he remembers why he's in the state he is in. "Fuck. Arm. Pete, how is he? Do you know? Has the doctor talked to you? Is Arm... ?"

"Stop. Man, you're freaking out and that's not going to help either of you," Pete tries to calm Pol, taking his hands between his. "He's alive. He's fine. But he's not waking up. Dr. Top said that it'll probably take some more time for him to come to his senses. He also said that he's suffering from a severe concussion and that he's lucky he has no brain damage. So it's just a matter of time until he..."

"I want to see him." Pol declares, getting up in such a rush that it desestabilizes him for a second.

"You're going to hurt yourself even more. So stubborn..." Pete mutters, frowning while holding him by the elbows. "Has Dr. Top checked you up? Ah, don't bother answering. I already know what you're gonna say. Sit, for fuck’s sake."

"I need to see him," Pol almost begs. He just wants to see with his own eyes that Arm is alive. Is that so hard to understand?

"No, it's not." It's almost as if his friend had read his thoughts but he just said it aloud. "You know, it should have come as a surprise... but it just makes perfect sense. You are always together, and don't let me get started with those meaningful stares and little touches... Say, when you do you think it all started?"

"What do you mean?" He's still not ready to admit it out loud. Not if he can help it. So he chooses to play dumb instead.

Too bad Pete doesn't think the same.

"When did you fall in love?"

"You're being more nosy than usual..."

"I'm just curious."

"Should I ask you the same then? About you and that... man?" Pol answers back, quite forcefully.

Pete stills for a moment, with his eyes being the only thing giving him away. "I guess I deserved that one."

Feeling bad, Pol quickly backpedals. "No, I'm sorry. I just don't want to talk about it. It's not the moment nor the place."

"You're right," Pete shrugs sending him a tiny smile. "But don't think this is over."

"Oh, trust me. If I know you, and I think I do quite well, I just know you're not dropping it out anytime soon."

"Just delaying it. Because you look awful and I pity you."

Pol can barely contain a laugh. Pete is that good. He's a ray of sunshine among the darkness that lives within them. Even when he's had it really bad himself. Being a ball of happiness is his greatest charm.

"Okay, jerk, now make yourself useful and take me to him."

“Methinks you should ask nicely,” Pete pouts, obviously faking being upset.

“Well, me thinks you're being ridiculous.”

“Ah, you're no fun...” Sighing, Pete puts an arm around Pol's waist, and he instinctively puts his right arm around Pete's shoulder as support. "Alright then, I'll take you to your lover boy. He's rocking the Sleeping Beauty look, let me tell you."

"I'm telling him once he wakes up."

"Oh yeah? Then I'll tell Boss Tankhun to punish you later.

Pol snorts. "As if I hadn't had enough beatings for two lifetimes..."

"At least you weren't almost killed like a million times. Those guys were ruthless. The bullets kept coming and I thought I was a goner."

"You don't know the half of it," he mutters shaking his head, remembering how Vegas had saved his ass. Probably the same way he had saved Pete's if you think about it.

It seems like while Pol was asleep Dr. Top had moved Arm from the dining room to the guest room that was next to the kitchen and the toilet. Not by himself, of course, but with Pete's help.

The bedroom is neither big nor small, and it looks cozy with that warm wall decor paper beige colored with golden motifs. There are some paintings and portraits here and there, and a wardrobe in the bottom right corner, not too far from the full sized bed.

Arm lies there, still a bit too pale but he doesn't look like he's dying anymore. Pete was right in his Disney comparison and Pol cracks a smile.

"Whistle if you need me. I'll be in the living room." Pete interrupts his train of thought and he just nods, following his friend with his gaze as he leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

Turning around, Pol walks to the bed and sits on the right edge, facing Arm. His hand moves before he can think about it and he places it over Arm's heart. His heartbeat is steady and Pol closes his eyes to calm himself. They're both safe and together. Together... As if the touch was burning him he removes his hand from Arm's chest.

"I'm going crazy... There's no other explanation." Pol sighs, running a hand through his hair as a nervous gesture. "You really need to wake up, Arm. That doctor freaks me out and I don't like the thought of you spending the night here. I want us to go home."

It's right then when Pol notices that Arm's hand is palm up on the sheets in a clear invitation. After clenching and unclenching his fist a few times, he closes the distance and grabs Arm's hand with his own, lacing their fingers. He's almost tempted to kiss the back of his hand, but what he does is leaning towards Arm to whisper in his ear in a soft tone: "Are you going to leave me hanging? I didn't peg you as a cruel man..."

At first Pol thinks it's his brain playing tricks on him or maybe a muscle reflex but when it happens again it makes him lose his breath. Something is squeezing his hand. Leaning back a little, he looks into Arm's chocolate eyes, unblinking. Awake at last.

"We're even then, because neither I pegged you as a romantic man..." His voice sounds extremely hoarse but it's like music to Pol's ears.

Wetting his lips, he smiles from ear to ear. "Ass."

This time, neither of them smile in solitude.

~~o~~

Hi!

Writing this second oneshot was a challenge. It almost killed me, haha. But it was fun and I loved writing it. So worth it!

I hope you guys like it ^^

Here’s the first ArmPol oneshot I wrote. This one is a continuation. Kind of~

I’ll probably write a third one (last?) and maybe a Vegas/Pete spin-off!

Now go give the teaser for the series some love.

Thank you! <3

~Aeriel

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #polarm #armpol #jobbas #basjob #fanfiction #my creations

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starsparkcd · 5 years ago

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He looked skyward for a long, long moment. He was tired. ::There a reason he didn’t inform me or any of the rest of the Command about danger aboard my ship? Again?::

@starsparkcd

:: Rodimus. Might want to have someone or a few someone’s do a sweep of the ship. Preferably with weapons. ::

:: Wheelie just told me he made a deal with someone he shouldn’t have and a tentacle monster got on board. He commed me for medical attention, so I’m going to him. And he says he thinks it’s gone. ::

:: ... might want to be sure, though. ::

#splitmedic #⎡ this is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end | main ⎦

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katedrakeohd · 5 years ago

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A Choices: The Royal Masquerade Fanfiction

Pairings :(MC) Julia Aster x Renza Fierro,

Julia Aster x Kaydan Vescovi

Author's Note: As I transferred this story from writen page to digital it occurred to me just how long it was becoming so I've had to break it up into several parts.

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Part One:

A State of Undress

The morning is sunny and warm on the day of our cruise on the Fierro yacht. I’m standing outside in my courtyard with my steward Vasco waiting for Renza’s carriage to come pick me up. As I smooth my hands down over my corset and skirts for the hundredth time, Vasco notices my nervousness and smiles.

“I suppose this will be your first time on a sailing ship M’lady,” he says.

“Yes, it will.” I nod.

“I’ve heard that Lord Hector is a very honourable man. Are you anxious to meet him?”

To tell the truth I’ve barely thought of him at all today. And it’s not Hector or the boat trip that have me feeling anxious. Since we’ll be with the Fierros, that means Kaydan the Crown Shield will be around too. And these days he has occupied my thoughts more than anything.

“I’m hoping Lord Hector isn’t as dull and strange as Lord Emery is. Such a disaster that dinner was. If it weren’t for Henry rescuing me with a new plate of dinner after Cyrus and Emery left the table I would have starved to death.”

My pet wolf cub Astro scampers around the courtyard threatening to trample the flowers. His antics have stolen Vasco’s attention and my comments go unanswered. I shrug and go back to my own thoughts.

Ever since I met Kaydan Vescovi the night of the masquerade, I haven't been able to get him off my mind. Just being around him with his dark eyes, wavy black hair and strong muscled physique is enough to make even the most sober person feel a little intoxicated. When he smiles at you and gives you his full attention it's like nothing else matters. I consider myself a lucky woman to have had the chance to spend so much time with him these past few weeks. As the Crown Shield wherever King-regent Henry Fierro goes, Kaydan isn't far behind. Between both handsome men being around lately it's like receiving two beautiful presents for your birthday when you're only expecting one.

During the joust when Kaydan and Henry both sought my favor, it was such a thrill. But when the swords came out after they had both been knocked off their horses, I realized that the rivalry goes much deeper. Fortunately the duel ended without anyone getting seriously injured. I know they're friends and I would hate to see them ruin that because of me. But still I must admit seeing Kaydan win was exciting.

In the stables after the joust Kaydan told me that it had been fun to fight Henry in front of the crowd. Being able to knock his half-brother Cyrus down a peg anonymously as the Black Knight had also been satisfying for him. His victory takes the title of Champion of the Tournament of Flowers out of noble hands. I enjoyed cheering with the other spectators, even if I was the only one hoping for Kaydan to win.

Henry is all sunshine, winks and flirty smiles. There's no wonder all the single ladies at court clamor for his attention. There's no mystery to him and he wears his heart on his sleeve. He radiates a perfect example of wealth and privilege. When I'm around him I’m polite and friendly. He's given me no reason to doubt his intentions as Crown Regent are genuine. But for me all I feel is loyalty not affection.

Kaydan is all long looks, secret smiles and quiet respect. Although he was born of nobility, he's not considered one of them. He's accepted his place as the bastard son and chose a life of hardship and responsibility in the guard.

Henry may have his name and noble house to hold him up, but it's Kaydan's humble strength and sense of duty that protects him. I admire Kaydan for that, although he won't accept the title of hero no matter how often he's earned it. There's more to Kaydan than his imposing presence. I'm drawn to him in a way that goes beyond the physical, and I’m determined to know him better.

He's worked his way up through the ranks to become Crown Shield, and earned the respect of many along the way. I've sought out his expertise in matters of security, and he's always seemed pleased to have my company. Sometimes when we're alone we comfortably lapse into conversation and he lets down his guard a bit.

In the short time we've known each other we've developed a mutual respect and kinship. When we're alone I'm just Julia the scribe, and he's just Kaydan the black sheep and we're comfortable with that.

I hear Renza's carriage approaching and take a deep breath to prepare myself to be in her company. She's as brash and confident as her brother is charming and sweet. I never know what she's going to say or do when we're together.

Vasco steps forward to open the door of the carriage for me, “Are you entirely sure you don't want me to travel with you your Ladyship? There's room for one more in the carriage.”

As I take his offered hand to assist me up into the carriage, I smile and shake my head. “I'll be fine with Renza. Please make sure that Astro is fed and properly put away for me, and then join us at the marina later for the trip.”

Vasco nods, bowing to me, “As you wish.”

Tucking my skirts around my legs I settle down on the seat opposite Renza. Once Vasco has closed the door behind me, Renza looks me over critically from head to toe and then shrugs.

“Well good morning to you too,” I jest.

“My dear Julia, please tell me you don't expect to impress Lord Hector wearing that?”

I can't help but take offense to her remark since I am wearing a gown in the rich tones of blue and gold that represent my noble house. The House of Aster. I’m not sure if her jab is an intentional insult to my house or my sense of style, so I try my stoic best to deflect it as irrelevant.

“Honestly Renza. If I must marry someone for the sake of politics, what does it matter what pretty wrapper I am presented in?”

It's not like I'm that excited to be offered up to Hector as some sort of trophy wife.

“You may say that now, but you don't need to sound so bored and dismissive about the prospect of a match.”

“I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound that way. I'm just distracted. My poor sister has still not awakened, and suddenly becoming the head of my household is overwhelming. I've barely had the chance to figure out what that even means, and now I am expected to marry myself to a total stranger to support the Crown. Whatever happened to falling in love and getting married. That's what I really wish I could do.”

Renza laughs, “Oh you're such a Romantic. Don’t forget that you're a noble now. Marriage for nobles is a contract with obligations, land titles and bank accounts. Romance is for affairs outside of marriage. Why are you so hung up on love and romance anyway? Is there someone you've had your eye on?”

“I…well. I don't want to say. That's between him and I.” I can feel myself blushing.

“Ok fine, but I'll find out one way or the other. I bet a little wine will get you talking.”

Before I can turn her down, Renza has already opened a bottle of red wine and poured me some. It's still morning but apparently Renza feels that drinking wine is appropriate for all hours of the day.

When the carriage turns off of the main road and onto her Manor's private lane one of the wheels bounces over a rock. I gasp in surprise as the wine in my goblet splashes over the front of my dress.

“Oh no! This is a disaster.” I cry.

Renza produces a handkerchief out of the bodice of her gown and offers it to dab at the wine stains.

“Well that's a shame. But look at it this way. Now I’ll have the excuse to put you in a dress suitable to impress the pants off Hector and your secret lover.”

I hand her back her handkerchief, shaking my head. “We're hardly lovers.”

“Not yet. You may have been able to charm the minds of men at court so far with your cleverness and wit. But leave it to me and your looks will charm the rest of their…parts.”

I roll my eyes, “Oh please Renza I’ve already gotten my fill of Cyrus and his brand of sleazy charm. I don't want all the men at court to start talking to me that way. I implore you to at least keep some shred of my dignity intact.”

As the carriage comes to a stop, I look out of the window and marvel at the grandeur of the Fierro Estate. Renza escorts me to the dressing room attached to her bedroom to get changed. The opulent furnishings of even this room put most of what I have back home to shame.

Renza wastes no time in helping me get out of my dress. As I stand in my underclothes she gives me another critical inspection and I feel myself blush.

“H..happy now?” I stammer.

Renza's surprised expression takes me off guard, “More like impressed! With a body like that you could make a bedsheet look alluring. I'm almost tempted to send you out like this.”

Crossing my arms across my chest I frown at her, “Renza, seriously. Focus.”

She gives me another critical inspection, making me feel even more uncomfortable.

“Natural beauty aside, whoever tied this corset isn't doing you any favors. Here let me fix it for you.”

I back away, holding up my hands. "No, no. Leave it alone. I like being able to breathe thanks.”

She sighs and then steps away from me again. “As you wish.”

I'm still standing in just my underwear as she continues to talk.

“So are you curious about meeting Hector at all?”

“I'm mostly curious about what kind of person he is.”

“Well professionally all that I can tell you is that he is a trade expert hired by the merchants across Cordonia to help improve their business.”

I try to sound interested, “So he's …business minded.”

Renza scoffs, “Well when you say it that way it makes him sound stuffy. Lord Hector sails the world and visits all sorts of interesting places. Imagine the fascinating stories he could tell."

I nod, "Well then I guess he doesn't sound so stuffy after all."

Renza smiles, looking relieved "Good now let's get you dressed. Stay here while I fetch you something to wear."

She gives me a wink and then leaves me alone. I feel self conscious, exposed and plain in such a fancy room. When I hear the door open suddenly I turn around expecting Renza. But instead it's Kaydan!

"Lady Renza, I found the --... "

He stops short and his eyes go wide when he sees me, "Julia!"

I feel myself blush to the roots of my hair, but as shocking as it is for him to see me in my underwear, I can't help but feel a rush of excitement too. My heart is pounding like crazy in my chest, but I flash him my bravest smile and place my hands on my hips and ask, "Looking for something?"

He's still standing there rooted to the spot and gaping. "I..I wasn't expecting -- .."

"Hmm?" I smirk at him, stepping closer.

He clumsily shuffles backward, trying to avert his eyes from seeing so much of my bare skin.

Renza re-enters the room and gasps, "Crown Shield, what in the world do you think you're doing?"

"But..but.." he stammers, looking at us both.

"Out, out, out! Now!" she shrieks.

He quickly shields his eyes and mumbles his apologies as she pushes him out of the room and closes the door.

"The nerve!" she exhales with relief.

Biting my lip and trying to hide my grin, I giggle. "I hope that he enjoyed that as much as I did."

Her mouth drops open and her eyes sparkle with amusement as she laughs, "Lady Julia Aster, you saucy minx!"

"What? Accidents happen. Besides he knows this is your room so I could ask you questions too."

Renza brushes off my remark and raises her chin giving a haughty retort, "Well this is my house after all. Quit avoiding the issue. Out with it, you like him don't you. And here I thought it might be Henry."

Breathing a sigh of resignation I admit it, "Yes, Kaydan is who I'm interested in. Please don't tell anyone. I know he's not noble."

Renza laughs, "True, he wouldn't improve your social standing as a match, but he's definitely an impressive piece of man to have on the side. If you're saying there's more to him than what's on the surface then I must say congratulations to you both."

I open my mouth to protest that Kaydan is more than just a side piece, but then decide to change the subject. "If I'm to impress Kaydan or Hector today you better give me something to wear."

Renza blinks, remembering the gown she has in her arms. "Of course, where was I?" she hands me the dress. "You're sure to grab attention in this."

As she lays the shimmering blue and white silky and sheer fabric in my arms I am amazed at how light and airy it feels. It's surely worth more than my entire wardrobe.

I stammer as I thank her, "Are..you sure about this? Have you nothing more plain or modest?"

"No, no I insist. Consider it my engagement gift to you. It never fit me properly anyway. Hector won't be able to take his eyes from you."

Or Kaydan either, I thought to myself.

I nod gratefully and step into the dress, "Well thank-you, could you help me fasten the lacing in the back?"

Renza smiles as I turn around. She adjusts and ties the satin lacing a little tighter than necessary, and I find it difficult to breathe. Is she jealous that the dress fits me better, or is she feeling spiteful and wanted Kaydan for herself?

As I turn back around and catch sight of myself in the mirror I can't help but smile.

Behind me I catch Renza's expression and she looks annoyed as she says, "Alright then now that you're wearing a properly fitting garment, let's be off, the carriages await."

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