#Luigi has everything to ask for in life and he should get it

[free-luigi-mangione]

I have a lot of older conservative relatives, most of them are surprisingly sympathetic towards Luigi (though a lot of it has to do with him being a handsome white man, rather than any appreciation for his supposed bravery.)

They’ve suffered decades of denied claims, and have lived long enough to realise that there is no peaceful way to fight back at the system. Regular people have no legal recourse to seek justice when we’re screwed over. Most of us are one medical emergency away from bankruptcy. The American healthcare system is so skewed, so evil, I don’t quite know how to express it to someone who hasn’t experienced it first-hand.

And yet, “murder is bad” is so deeply ingrained in them that they think he deserves some sort of punishment. They don’t want him to go away for life, but they’re also too stupid to realise that the chance to “reasonably” punish him ended back in December. He needs us Americans to disregard the evidence shown to us in court, to display some collective moral intelligence for once, to do the right thing even when it’s the antithesis of the law. We have to vote Not Guilty even if they show is a goddamn Livestream of Luigi doing it.

Unfortunately Americans as a collective voted for this disaster. And the disaster is much bigger than what’s happening to Luigi. Look at the state of the country. I’ve been asking every older conservative I know, and they genuinely want him to “do a few years” not realising that few years is not an option. They simply cannot justify letting a killer walk free, no matter how justified the crime. These idiots don’t understand how it works. They don’t know that it’s all or nothing. If we don’t save him, he’s going to meet a fate much darker than Brian Thompson did.

I will tell you this, the hardcore MAGAs want him to fry. There are people who vote red because they’re genuinely conservative, and there he has some chance, but the ones who vote conservative out of malice? They want him tortured and executed in public. I am scared of those people making it on to his jury. I am counting on Karen’s ability to spot these rotten pigs and get them kicked off…it’s my only hope.

- 💚

i hope americans (and brainwashed white people in general) learn a few things very soon –

non-violence does not work, and sometimes violence is the only answer and it is absolutely right, and

privileged people like them have forgotten this lesson because people of colour have suffered at their hands and have ingrained that lesson in their blood while they looked away and this included people losing their life to the death penalty too.

(click on the underlined portions, they're linked to posts that are relevant to what i mentioned)

also I know you said it is very hard to make those people sympathise with Luigi and they're really very idiotic but maybe trying to make them understand would help?? by telling them exactly what is at stake?? surely they're not rooting for a person like Luigi to be killed by the death penalty or to be deprived of every shred of life in LWOP?? maybe reasoning with them would help?? i don't know if it would but i genuinely hope it does.

i've had basically this exact conversation a few times and there are more asks currently waiting in my inbox talking about this, and i think Luigi's only hope of walking lies in KFA's capability of enforcing voir dire to make sure that he gets a female majority jury, with most people being people of colour. i cannot frankly see any hope otherwise.

[luigilore]

lovefool- l.m

info: luigi mangione x (fem) reader, NSFW, toxic ex situationship, reader is a ballerina, 5.6k wc

(a/n: this is entirely, entirely fiction! nothing i write reflects anyone irl. this should be obvious but i want to make that explicitly clear. if this upsets you, please do not read! you can also block me!)

Today was a bad day. That’s your excuse.

You were harshly critiqued during a private practice with your ballet master; tired and nervous and falling out of your turns that you know you should be executing perfectly. The upcoming performance of Coppélia is your first role in the main cast after five years with the company– after years of competing with the other dancers to get ahead. It’s your first chance to truly impress and cement yourself as an integral and regular part of the cast; so you stay too late at the studio, continuing to sacrifice after years of dedication, for a flickering chance of success that was never quite guaranteed.

You hate thinking, hate admitting that the added rehearsals and endless criticism was getting to you. It was unnerving knowing your teachers were watching to see if you could deliver the perfection that was undoubtedly expected of you. You're trying, but lately, for the first time in a very long time, you’re not sure if you can truly handle the pressure. 

Your calf hurts, it’s constantly throbbing and hot, and you’ve already spent too much time with the physical therapy team this week. Your feet are blistered and hurting– even more than usual, and you’re sick of the almost daily ice baths and the uncomfortable compression sleeves you have to wear to bed. 

Every night you dream of being on stage, in front of a full crowd and the hot, blinding lights. You dream of faltering, of forgetting choreography as a pressure in your chest builds and you wake up suddenly; sweaty, scared, and alone. It only motivates you to stay longer at the studio, falling into the routine of neglecting everything except dance, of neglecting yourself and your friends, trying not to think about all of the accumulated unanswered texts. 

It’s past ten by the time you leave the studio tonight, pouring rain and you realize he forgot an umbrella. You are tired, hungry, and admittedly, unashamedly, want Luigi. You want Luigi’s nice, warm apartment, his strong arms and sweet words, and the hot food he would make, always insisting you eat after practice.

When you were dating, you always felt like Luigi was almost too good to you. He would come to your shows with ridiculously big bouquets of flowers and deep kisses that would always embarrass you, trying to pin you against the wall of the empty dressing room just because he could. Luigi was devoted and intentional and kind; aware and always touching you, smiling at you, hugging you, fucking you. He would always ask you to stay afterward too, would always let you roll around in his big king-sized bed. 

Luigi was good for you in a lot of ways; he would massage your legs and arms when you were sore and he would cook for you after you came back from a long four-hour rehearsal; when usually before you would just eat half of a protein bar and crawl into bed. He would whisper constant reassurances and praise because Luigi knew ballet has always been important to you and self criticism has always been too easy for you. 

Ballet has always been the center of your life. You had spent your entire childhood working towards a future career in dance; worked hard for years, for so long, for hours every day in practice rooms, in competitions; sacrificing so much. All for ballet. 

For a long time, New York City Ballet seemed like a ridiculous pipe dream with a slim chance of becoming reality. You stayed in crowded and uncomfortable New York apartments for two years before you were offered an apprenticeship and then finally became a part of the corps de ballet two years ago. 

You yourself orbit around your career in ballet; your only friends are fellow dancers in the company and you're at the studio almost everyday. You have class six days a week and rehearsals on top of that for the seasonal ballet that’s performed four times a week.

In ballet, in that perfect and beautiful world, you have so much. You have accomplished a lot for your age, even if you didn’t like to acknowledge your impressive list of achievements and talents. You are dancing for one of the most prestigious companies in the world and have been praised by your ballet master, by your peers, and teachers for your talent and dedication. 

In ballet, you are seasoned and you are assured and strong. You know who you are on stage and who you are meant to be. But outside of ballet, in the other, crueler world that you don't understand, you aren’t totally sure who you are, what or who you were for. 

In real life, off stage, when you left the studio after practice, you really didn’t feel that strong. Sometimes you don’t feel that strong at all. And a lot of the time, You just want to love. 

You want to love and trust like the cheesy dramas you watched with your grandmother as a child. The dramas with the woman that always got the strong and sweet man at the end, after all of the pain and pining, eventually the world would solve itself and it would always end in easy and simple love. 

You have always wanted to be in love. Through ballet, You learned how to feel and express love, romance, and a range of emotions, and portray all of them silently. Because of that, because of the love you have for ballet and because of the love you routinely express, you have always thought that you would be good at loving someone else. 

You wanted it so badly, so much that it hurt; so much that you would lie awake at night in your small twin bed, against your scratchy, cheap sheets and would imagine stronger arms around you so you could finally relax and trust. You just wanted the warmth of someone else. It always got so cold– alone in your room, in your shitty apartment where you couldn't afford heat. Where you stayed before you woke up and went back to ballet, to your world. 

Luigi was immediately easy to love because Luigi was made to love. You met him through his college friend, another dancer. Luigi came to a matinee when both she and you were performing. Afterwards, she proudly introduced Luigi to you and his eyes stared into your own, bright and kind. He smiled widely and shook your hand. When you first met Luigi, you immediately wanted to love him. You just knew it would be so easy. 

When Luigi asked you out only a few days later, showing up with the guise of picking her up from rehearsal; he was shy, like he had never done this before. You liked that, you wanted to be the only one Luigi could even consider loving. He took you to a fancy restaurant that week, one that you had never been to, and from then on, it was too easy. 

“It’s because Luigi is loaded,” your friend had said once– and that wasn’t true. Luigi was comfortable but that wasn’t why you loved him. Luigi was everything you thought you would never really have because it was too good, it was almost too much love. 

Luigi would massage your aching legs and shoulders and praise you quietly, with small smiles and gentle reassurances. Because without you confiding in him, he knew what you needed and he wanted you to feel loved, to feel like you deserved to be loved. You were so used to critique, to being judged in all aspects of your life. It was nice and you chased it and Luigi loved giving it. 

It was barely a year of being together before you excitedly moved into his apartment; it was an easy decision to leave your apartment with four other people that was always cramped and dramatic.

Luigi told you that you made him believe in love. You felt like that too, when you really thought about it. You liked being called pretty, liked being taken care of sometimes, of being held like you were precious. You didn't need it, but you liked it. You liked how Luigi fucked you slowly, how he would suck deep dark marks into your chest, and hold your head carefully to fuck his cock into your mouth, before pulling out and having you gasping for breath. 

But you eventually realized loving was hard sometimes. It was time-consuming. It was encompassing and overwhelming. Sometimes it would be all you could think about, you would fall out of turns because you were thinking of the ghosting movements of Luigi’s arms and hands. It was all explosive and made you feel out of control and out of reach from reality. You could never decide if you loved it or absolutely hated it. Because you would be bubbling over with emotion, with needs and love that Luigi induced; coaxing it out of you so carefully. But then he would always eventually pull away— shut down and retreat, and it felt devastating.

It was intense. It was huge fights and then tearful, passionate making up, unfulfilled promises, and silent days when he would shut you out and then there were overwhelming, beautiful ones. Luigi told you it was hard for him, that he was trying really hard and you always felt guilty for coming home so late, for being too tired for the dates he wanted so badly to go on. 

Luigi was just possessive and determined, stubborn and passive. But he made you feel safe, like you could afford to miss practice because he felt more important than ballet and that terrified you– the thought that anything could ever come before ballet. You didn’t think that love should be scary.

It was like you forgot how to live without Luigi. You truly couldn’t remember what New York was like without him. Sometimes you didn’t have time for much else, not even ballet. You didn’t love dancing like you used to, you loved him, loved the idea of freedom instead of being in love with something that was so taxing and draining. Sometimes you couldn’t believe how backwards your entire life had been before meeting him. 

But when your ballet master pulled you aside one day and told you looked sloppy and distracted and that you needed to get it together or else there was a chance you would be out of the winter performance of the Nutcracker, You broke up with Luigi that night. 

 He only looked confused and asked if ballet meant more to you than he did. And in a mix of confusion and pure adrenaline, you obviously said yes. 

Luigi just stared at you, he didn’t look upset. Just empty. “You know I love you,” he said, voice flat and eyes looking at you with such silent intensity, eyes so harsh that you were almost intimidated. 

“I do,” He said, saying it so easily and it hurt for some awful reason. Luigi stared at you like he couldn’t possibly understand why you felt paralyzed and powerless. 

“I do,” he repeated coldly and then Luigi left his own apartment without looking back at you. 

It felt too sudden and easy and you selfishly and wrongly wanted Luigi to stay; to fight, to convince you, to do anything but actually leave. 

The next few days, you moved out of his apartment, quickly shoving your things in boxes while Luigi watched silently. 

But breaking up didn’t really help at all. It didn’t help that consuming love and persistent ache you felt. It was harder. Harder to concentrate during practice, harder to sleep, harder to make your own decisions, and hard to stop yourself from instinctively texting or calling Luigi. 

You really try but Luigi is hard to resist. He would text you, saying he was sorry and asking you to come over and you would be at his door in thirty minutes. You would block his number in fit of determination to move on and then he would email you that he loved you and that he wanted things to go back to the way things were. He was sorry for loving you, for loving him too much. Luigi said sorry for whatever he did wrong, for getting in the way and that real and true love sometimes does that– but that he still understands. He was always so sorry. 

You’re sorry too. And bored. You miss Luigi so much. You last thirteen days after the breakup before you’re at his apartment and your roommate checks his location and sends you a knowing ‘:(‘ while you were busy getting fucked against his stupidly nice granite kitchen countertop. 

You still try really hard to move on but you feel lost like you were now wondering about some impossibly changed world. It had been almost two years with Luigi now dramatically, you didn’t know how to go about not having him. You can only think of his good traits and you start to wonder why you even broke up with him; spiraling and laying on your bed with your calf hurting wishing he was there. Wishing it was easy. Thinking that it could be easy again. 

So you text him. And he responds immediately— like it always is.

hi 

Hi baby

are you busy rn? 

Waiting for Luigi to respond should give you time to think through this. To stop. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You should be– used to be, better than this. Luigi was bad for you. Because it was too consuming, it was too much good. 

When he responds, You can’t help but smile. You hate the way you smile instinctively, you hate the way you love Luigi in such a consuming and uncomfortable way.

I’m free for you. 

Always.

Without him, you might be more productive, more efficient, and less emotional but there was a hole missing carved out and splintering in your heart. It felt stupid and poetic and dramatic, but without him, you just didn’t feel the same. Luigi was love and everything you wanted. It’s just complicated. It’s just sweet kisses, warm bodies, and the sweetest words. 

You still know the code to his apartment complex, Luigi never changed it. As you knock now, you manage to feel a little ashamed. 

He opens the door in a black shirt and gray sweatpants, hidden away from people who worked long days and nights, from the ballet studio where your limbs ached and where you were never good enough. 

It was just Luigi and his soft clothes and sweet-smelling fabric softener. You still love him so much that it hurts; you love that Luigi loves you, loves that he thinks you’re enough— more than enough. You like how secure you feel, and all the nice things Luigi says, and how pretty his life seems. You want a pretty life too, want beauty— and he is really beautiful. 

“Hi,” You say quietly, toying with the hem of your sweatshirt. 

“Hello,” Luigi says with a small, knowing, but sweet smile, crossing his arms. “Why are you here,” he asks, like you’re a complete stranger. 

You look down at the floor as you finally make yourself look into Luigi’s eyes, patient and waiting. “Don't make me say it,” you murmur, a quiet plea. 

Luigi leans against the door frame and purses his lips together and frowns, like you’re just not understanding each other, like you just don't get it. 

“I want you to, though. I want to hear you say it.” Luigi stands up straighter and looks at you directly, voice serious and almost cold, “I need to hear you say it.”

You shift and bite your lip; it was just one of his things. One of those things to feel in control, to feel like you needed him more. Because Luigi would always get caught up in these little things. It doesn’t mean anything. 

You look up at Luigi through his lashes and press your lips together in an obvious, exaggerated, stupid expression. “I missed you. I missed you a lot, Lu.”

Luigi’s expression softens immediately like it always does. “Oh baby,” He murmurs, “Baby, baby.”

He draws you into his arms gently, like you’re incredibly fragile and breakable and you think you might be. You shouldn’t like that, shouldn’t like being treated like you were so breakable and wounded but you liked it sometimes, very secretly. Maybe too much. 

“C’mere,” Luigi murmurs, leading you to the sofa. He runs a hand over your face carefully and he smells like his stupid expensive cologne that you still can’t totally wash out of your own clothes. “Bad day?” He asks quietly even though it’s incredibly obvious that it is. 

“Yeah,” You say with a rush of sudden self awareness and shame. “I probably shouldn’t–” You look down at his fingers twisted in your lap. “I shouldn't be here.”

Luigi comically frowns at that and knits his eyebrows like he doesn’t understand, “Why not?” 

You look up at him and try to look exasperated but you just sound tired and sad. “Because we’re not together.”

He looks at you like he doesn’t like you stating the obvious. He just tilts his head and smiles, obvious and kind of patronizing, hand coming to rub across your thigh. Warm and heavy. Because you go through this every time, you pretend or try to not want this and Luigi just smiles and sees right through it. 

“I still support you though, you know that.” He says, still with a smile.

“Yeah,” you sniff and don't try to say anything else. 

“Yeah,” Luigi agrees softly and it makes you smile, staring down at your own lap. His hand comes to cup your cheek, hand fitting perfectly holding your jaw, thumbing across your cheekbone carefully, it feels familiar and warm and comforting. 

“I just want to help you,” Luigi whispers. You aren't sure if you believe him but you want to so incredibly badly. You don't want help. You don't need help. But sometimes it’s nice to pretend. 

You look at Luigi, his pretty dark hair and long lashes. His sweet eyes that watch you carefully. It’s silent for a few moments, comfortable and familiar. In Luigi’s big and warm apartment. 

“Can I take care of you,” Luigi finally asks, looking at you patiently, sweet and quiet, and you nod quickly. 

“Yeah,” you whisper like it’s a secret- he makes you feel like nothing else matters except the two of you. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t together, that you could never truly work. Nothing matters at all. 

Luigi tugs you into his lap easily and his arms loop around you, warm and big. His hand cups your jaw and pulls you closer, tilting his own head to kiss your lips, soft and slow and bothered because he always has time. His hand fits in the curve of your waist and the other thumbs over your ear gently and it makes you shudder. His tongue in your mouth feels hot and heavy, barely pulling away to let you breathe but you still let your eyes shut and try to relax, trying to melt into his touch. 

It’s easy, Luigi smells like his usual Tom Ford cologne and you feel surrounded by it. His hand on your back thumbs over your skin under your shirt gently when he pulls away to look at you, face still so close to your own. 

“Do you want to,” he trails off and waits because he knows what you will say. Because you only want him, still. Even when he said he slept with other people, even when he went out of his way to tell you that. When he knew it hurt your feelings, when he knew your friends hated him. Luigi never cared, but he did care about you. 

It’s easy to nod. It’s easy to say yes and end up in his big bed with his nice sheets; comfortable and soft, on top of some ridiculously expensive therapeutic mattress. 

Luigi rolls on top of you, pushing his thigh against your sweatpants, surrounded totally by him as he braces his arms on each side of you, trapping you in a beautiful and comforting way. Your hand reaches up, running his fingers carefully through Luigi’s curls for some sense of stability. 

Your head is spinning and you feel desperate to belong to Luigi again. You lean up, rocking your hips and lick in Luigi’s mouth, sloppy and eager as he groans from your movement. 

You whine softly when he pulls away, still so close to his face, smiling and looking at you like you’re beautiful; you can feel it without him saying anything. He never has to say anything. 

Luigi rolls off of you, stripping off his hoodie and it feels unfair. After you broke up, he only started going to the gym more than he used to, using it as stress relief and enjoying the way he knew it drove you crazy. His shoulders are broad, muscular, defined and skin still soft and smooth; in just his boxers now, his broad shoulders, large biceps, and toned back. You feel almost sick with a horribly familiar and comforting love. 

Your hand runs down Luigi’s chest, trailing down his pec. He looks down, watching your fingers graze his tanned skin before grabbing your hand to pull him closer and back onto his lips. 

Luigi’s hand slides from your waist to tug at the waistband of your sweatpants, watching you carefully, like he’s waiting for you to realize that this is wrong; that this only makes it harder, that you shouldn’t be doing this. 

But you don't say anything as you pull them off of you, revealing your cotton underwear that you know Luigi likes. You sit up slightly so it’s easier for him but you grimace at the sudden pain in your left leg. Luigi stops when he sees your discomfort. “What, baby?”

“I’m just— I’m sore,” You mumble, blinking as Luigi frowns almost comically wide. 

“Is it your calf again? I told you you need a second opinion besides the company PT. They’re bullshit.” He nags, reminding you of all the nights he would run a bath for you and insist you soak in the tub with his luxury bath salts after rehearsal. You smile at the memory and at Luigi’s furrowed brows.

“I’m working on it,” You say and he looks unconvinced, like he’s about to lovingly lecture you but you don't want to think about your calf pain now— or about ballet at all. 

You instead lean up, hand resting on Luigi’s back and pull him down. He obliges easily and leans back over you, careful to prop himself up with one of his forearms, the other slides down your thigh, massaging and kneading the skin carefully. 

He continues silently, looking at you intently like just your presence is enough. You love feeling like enough. “I just love you so much, baby,” He murmurs, “Dunno what to do about it.” He nudges your nose with his own and kisses you gently as you circle your arms around his shoulders. 

“Just love me,” You whisper when you part, immediately hating how vulnerable you sound. 

“Okay,” Luigi smiles easilyand kisses you again, tongue hot and wet in your mouth, sucking and licking. He only pulls away to kiss your neck, sucking deep marks into your skin as evidence of the two of you, as a sad noise escapes from the back of your throat at the loss of his touch and warmth. He always loved proof of the night before on you, of marks you know you’ll have to put concealer over the next day. 

Your sweater comes off easily and Luigi coos, wrapping his arms around you, warm hands roaming over your body; one hand holding your waist and the other undoing your bra easily, both of his large hands coming to grope your tits. It feels nice, the attention, the want. “God,” he mumbles, almost to himself, staring at your body. But you never feel exposed under Luigi’s wandering gaze, it feels too loving and too real. 

“Hurry,” You jut out your bottom lip and Luigi laughs. 

“So cute,” He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Patience, baby.”

He tugs your underwear off easily and you’re flooded with a sudden rush of excitement and familiarity. You wish that you could exist in this moment forever, when you don’t have to worry about anything else, when you can just exist because he thinks you’re perfect the way you are. You aren't sure if you deserve that but you want it forever.

He spreads your thighs gently, bringing you back to your present reality and watching your reactions, his long, warm fingers rubbing your inner thigh soothingly. He inserts one finger inside of you first carefully and you sigh, reminding once again how much you’ve missed this, him. You grip his bicep as one finger rubs at your clit and others curl inside of you. You feel a bit dazed, letting your body just feel. Luigi is always so concentrated, lip bit and eyes dark, focusing on his rehearsed routine; his firm body pressed so closely against your own, surrounding and encompassing. 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, maybe more to himself and it makes you feel shy. “Luigi,” you laugh but it turns into a sound of surprise when you feel his cock rub against your entrance, wet and heavy.  

He glances down at you and is obviously affected as he lines himself up and finally pushes in wordlessly, no particular warning and no condom, like always. You like that it still feels the same between you two, like nothing ever changed. You gasp; even though you’ve taken him so many times, Luigi is big and it’s always an adjustment, but a good one. 

Luigi sighs like it’s something he’s addicted to, like it’s something he desperately needs. It’s unfair really. You love the way he looks, his hair has gotten longer even if the couple of weeks you had successfully refined from contacting him and he doesn’t shave as often now either, ever since you broke up. You love his parted lips, his obvious pleasure because of you. 

“Made to take me, made for me,” he mutters as you feel yourself nodding, he thrusts in an easy rhythm, gentle and slow. Luigi is never rough with you. “Let me know how good I make you feel,” he mutters, looking down at you, one hand coming to intertwine with one of your own.

“Lu, it feels, you feel, so good,” you say, looking up at Luigi through your lashes. But he’s quiet and you hate it.

“Say anything, please Luigi, please.” You look up at him with a horse whisper, “Please.”

“I love you,” He looks down at you and you know that he means it, he always has. Any internal anxiety that built up inside of you dispates and is replaced by something so good, something you always feels when he fucks you, when he’s is close to you, when he’s holding you firmly and carefully; when he is totally devoted to and concentrated on you. You love how much Luigi loves you. 

“It’s only you,” you say, like it's a secret but it’s really not, not to either of you. You say it because you know what it does to him. You watch Luigi's lips part slightly in realization before they curl up into a big grin. 

“Always?” He asks and you hesitate but you can’t say no, because when you think about it, it might be true. 

“Maybe,” you smile but when you really think about it, Luigi is right. He smiles too, knowingly, like he knows he’s right too. 

Moments like this make you wonder why you ever broke up with him. Luigi is the only one that you let fuck you and you come over regularly and you still love each other. You feel like you don't understand anything at all. 

You groan as Luigi thrusts faster and one of his hands comes to palm at your tits, thumbing across one of your nipples and making you squirm under his touch. The sensation makes you arch your back in sensitivity, only further into him. 

Luigi stares down at you like he’s done something beautiful and you subconsciously clench at the pleasure. “Fuck,” he grunts, forehead shining with sweat and abs tightening as he fucks in and out of you, the other hand’s grip tightening on your waist. 

“You’re still mine aren’t you,” he asks, thrusting roughly and you know his body enough to know that he’s close to coming from the way his eyes flutter shut and his cock throbs inside of you. 

You open his mouth to answer but Luigi takes his hand and instead presses two of his fingers into your mouth. You gargle around them, spit immediately running out— you feel so safe and loved.  You will say anything when Luigi asks like that, with that much conviction, when you’re this far gone. 

“Yes,” you breathe out when Luigi eventually removes his fingers. “Yes,” you repeat, reaching up to grab at his chest, tight and firm from years of exercise. You can feel his quickened heartbeat underneath your palm and you love that you’re the one making him feel good; it’s only you. It’s only each other. 

Luigi laughs, folding himself over your body to press his face close to yours, angling his hips in a way that he knows drives you crazy, making you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure“So cute and beautiful. So sweet,” he softly whispers into your ear. 

“And so strong,” Luigi continues and you like hearing that. You want to be strong so badly. You have always wanted to be strong. “My baby, You deserve everything,” he continues, “You deserve everything in the entire world.” 

You think about the upcoming audition and the role you desperately want, the critiques he got from his last performance. 

“Everything?” You whisper and his hand comes to wipe at a small tear threatening to spill down your cheek that you didn’t realize was there. 

Luigi looks at you with such sweet eyes and smiles like he’s endeared, “Of course.” The praise makes you feel loved, as he thrusts deeper and faster into you. He’s usually so controlled and precise with his movements and you notice he’s a bit desperate now, groaning unashamedly. It all makes you feel full and content and overwhelmed as you’re pushed over the edge. 

Your orgasm, the way you clench around him and throw your head back in pleasure all push Luigi over the edge, hands coming to grip your hips harshly as he holds you and fucks you, mouth open trying to remain in control when he’s obviously floundering, overwhelmed by you. You can see Luigi’s pleasure through your blurry vision. 

“Baby I’m going to, fuck—” Luigi groans, eyes squeezing shut and jaw clenching as he comes. 

You sniff and bite your lip when you feel his cum fill you.”Fuck,” You mutter, throwing your head back against the silk pillowcase. You stare up at Luigi, watching his chest rise up and down rapidly. 

“Baby, you’re so cute, always make me feel so good,” he whispers tenderly. 

“Don’t pull out, just, just—” You can barely talk, so overwhelmed and sensitive, “Stay.”

Luigi nods, bending over to press a kiss against your ear. “Of course.” 

You smile weakly, trying not to feel gross at the cum that you can already feel beginning to leak out of you. 

You feel exhausted and depleted, drained and satisfied. Luigi is all around you, thick arms moving to eventually hold you, laying over you but not crushing you, only pressing your bare bodies against each other. You don’t say much after and you eventually fall asleep to Luigi’s humming and his gentle massaging of your left calf.

-

You wake up feeling sore and exhausted, hit with the immediate realization that you have an eight am rehearsal today and it’s already 6:43 am. You roll out of Luigi’s arms carefully and silently, digging around for your discarded clothes and phone. 

Luigi wakes up at some point, sitting up in bed with his messy hair and rubbing his bleary eyes. He watches you with a pronounced frown, “You’re not going to stay?”

“I have rehearsal,” You say simply, preoccupied. You’re quiet for the next few minutes and Luigi is too, content with just watching you move around his room. But you’re already hit with the stress of getting dressed, catching the train, and rushing to practice to avoid being called out for being late, and the general dread of  the long day of practice. 

“I do love you, baby, I wish you would believe that,” Luigi says suddenly, looking at you. 

“I do believe you,” You whisper, tired and hurting.

It’s silent, Luigi almost looks small and susceptible in bed, sheets pooled around his toned and tan waist. Messy hair and sad eyes that stare at you. He tilts his head slightly, “You’ll text though right?”

You don't want to have this conversation now, maybe never. Especially afterwards, the day after, because it all seems pointless now, repeating the same things you both always say– that don’t mean much anymore. You just want to leave and go to rehearsal, and dance for hours until your legs feel numb and the exhaustion overrides any sense of want. 

You just smile weakly, “Probably.”

[aryadelvich]

My brother’s best friend - Luigi Mangione

Summary : Luigi is the best friend of your brother. He’s always so nice, so polite and everything. You start to feel something for him but he’s older than you and you think that he would never look at you in that way.

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"No, get lost, Yn! You’re not playing with us. Go away, you fat cow!" your brother yells, eyes glued to the screen.

Luigi sits next to him, giving you a sad look.

"Hey, that’s not cool. Don’t talk to your sister like that," Luigi says, standing up for you.

"What? She’s fat, it’s just the truth," your brother shrugs.

Tears sting your eyes. You can’t help it—you’re just a little girl who wants her big brother to accept her. But he’s horrible to you.

"I’m telling Mom!" you threaten.

Your brother immediately jumps up, making you flinch.

"Do that, and I’ll kill you."

Luigi stands too, stepping between you.

"You shouldn’t hit your little sister. She’s not as strong as you."

"She’s not weak. Look at her, she’s bigger than me."

Luigi glances at you and sees the fear in your eyes. He quickly distracts your brother, making him refocus on the game, then turns to you.

"Hey, Yn, why don’t we go play something else in the living room?" he suggests, trying to make you feel better.

"Thanks, Luigi."

You wipe your tears quickly, a small smile forming on your face.

Luigi is your brother’s best friend, four years older than you. And he’s so much kinder. You wish he were your brother instead of that jerk.

Years pass, and Luigi keeps growing up—just like you. You start noticing him more, the way he’s becoming not just a man, but a good one. He’s getting more handsome, inside and out, while your brother is going in the opposite direction, sinking into a messed-up life. Luigi, on the other hand, is successful, and you can’t help but compare them.

A part of you sometimes wishes you had never met Luigi—he set the bar too high, and now, everything else seems dull. You’ve tried to convince yourself that he must have a darker side, that he’s fake, manipulative, anything to bring him down from the pedestal your mind has put him on. But deep down, you know the truth: he’s the kindest person you’ve ever met.

Every time he comes over, your heart races. You’ve grown up. He has too. And he’s no longer just "your brother’s best friend." He’s a presence that makes you feel safe… and maybe something more.

But he starts visiting less and less. University keeps him busy. Meanwhile, you’re still in high school, stuck at home. Years later, when you move away for college, you find yourself thinking about him more than you should. What if you ran into him by chance? But no—that’s impossible. He’s at the University of Pennsylvania. You’re at Stanford. Then, one day, you walk into class—and there he is. Standing at the front, in the professor’s place. Your heart stops. Then starts pounding. Your cheeks burn. You can’t think, can’t speak. When he notices you, he smiles. That same, warm smile. Everyone on campus is talking about him. About how attractive he is. After class, students crowd around him. You wait your turn.

"Mister," one of the girls calls.

"You can call me Luigi," he replies, stealing quick glances at you, checking if you’re still there.

"You know everyone calls you ‘Daddy’ here?" she teases.

You can’t help but laugh.

Luigi hears you and smiles, but his confusion is obvious.

"Why do they call me that?" he asks, completely clueless.

The girl blushes, suddenly unsure how to explain. He has no idea how much attention he gets.

Soon, everyone leaves, and it’s just the two of you. He walks up and rests a hand on your shoulder.

And there it is again—your heart racing.

"How are you? Classes not too hard?" he asks.

"I’m fine. I didn’t know you were teaching here."

"Your brother didn’t tell you? I help out sometimes."

"My brother tells me nothing," you admit.

"He’s an idiot."

"Yeah, no argument there. Honestly, I don’t even get why you’re still friends with him."

"Honestly?" He tilts his head, thinking. "I guess it’s just habit. We grew up together, share the same friends… but I won’t lie, he’s changed. And not for the better."

You nod, your heart still pounding.

"He’s always been like that. You’re just not around to keep him in check anymore."

Luigi gives you a guilty smile. "I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I always asked about you, and he’d say you were fine. I had no idea he was still acting like that."

He watches you closely, as if trying to read your thoughts. You look away, fighting back unexpected tears. You’re not even sure why they’re there. Maybe because Luigi is so… good. And it makes you realize how rare that is.

"Are you coming to the party tonight?" you ask, changing the subject.

"Isn’t it just for students?"

"I think they’ll let you in the second they see your face."

He chuckles, a bit shy. "I don’t think so. Are you going?"

"Yeah, no way I’m missing it."

"Oh? Is it that good?"

"I just need to blow off some steam after exams."

His smile grows. You check your phone. You need to go or you’ll be late.

"Sorry, I gotta run. See you later!"

"Wait—give me your number," he says quickly.

And just like that, your heart skips again.

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure."

You exchange numbers.

"Take care, okay?" he says gently.

Take care?

The party is in full swing. Music is blasting, drinks are flowing, and everyone is going wild.

And you… you’re in the middle of the chaos. You’ve lost track of how many drinks you’ve had. Everything is spinning, but who cares? Tonight is about letting go. Laughter erupts as you climb onto a chair, holding a brightly colored cocktail in your hand.

"To freedom!" you shout before downing it in one go, earning cheers from the crowd.

And that’s when you see him.

Luigi.

Standing in the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed. He’s looking right at you—and he does not look amused. You squint at him, a playful smirk forming on your lips.

"What’s wrong, Professor? You here to lecture me about alcohol?"

He doesn’t answer. Just keeps looking at you.

And for some reason, that sends a chill down your spine.

You hop down from the chair with a laugh, but you stumble slightly. Before you can fall, a strong hand grabs your arm.

"What, are you gonna babysit me now?" you tease, reaching for your drink again. But before you can grab it, Luigi takes it and dumps it in the sink.

"Exactly."

You raise an eyebrow.

"You’re joking."

"Your parents would kill me if I let you drink yourself sick."

And he means it.

For the rest of the night, he’s there. Just a few steps away, watching. When a guy gets too close, Luigi magically appears behind you, staring him down until he backs off. When you try to grab another drink, he takes it first.

"You’re annoying, Luigi," you groan, cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

"Your liver will thank me later."

And he just keeps looking out for you.

But eventually, it all becomes too much. The noise, the drinks, the everything.

Your stomach twists, nausea hitting hard.

"Shit…" you mumble, pressing a hand to your mouth.

Luigi is there in an instant. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and leads you away from the crowd, away from the music, away from the chaos.

You don’t even fight it.

He gets you in a room, pushes the door open, and sits you on the bed.

You take a deep breath, but the nausea won’t go away.

"Shit, I think I'm gonna—"

You sprint to the bathroom, barely making it in time before you hunch over the toilet.

And Luigi is still there.

Without a word, he crouches beside you, gently pulling your hair back so it doesn’t fall into your face. His hand rubs slow, soothing circles on your back as you empty everything you drank.

It’s humiliating. But in that moment, you feel too awful to care. When it finally stops, you stay there, exhausted. Luigi hands you a tissue, and you take it weakly.

"Why are you doing this?" you murmur, voice hoarse.

"Because you’re like a little sister to me. I have to look out for you."

"I don’t want to be your sister…"

You close your eyes for a second, drained. And in your hazy state, half-conscious, you feel something. A warm, steady hand lifting you gently. Luigi holds you firmly as you both walk down the street. Well… he walks normally. You, on the other hand, stumble like a baby penguin on ice.

"Damn, Yn, you’re really out of it," he sighs, tightening his grip around your shoulders to keep you from collapsing.

You let out a small laugh. The problem is… he doesn’t even know where he’s going.

"Where do you live again?" he asks.

You frown, as if it’s the hardest question in the world.

"Uhh… somewhere."

Luigi closes his eyes briefly, clearly regretting every decision that led him here. "Great. Okay, I’m taking you to my place."

A few minutes—and many frustrated sighs from Luigi—later, you arrive at his apartment. He helps you take off your shoes before guiding you to his room.

"Alright, bed. Now," he orders.

You dramatically flop onto the mattress with a sigh. "You take such good care of me."

He crosses his arms. "Yeah, yeah. Sleep now."

But you don’t want to sleep. You stare at him for a moment, then a slow, playful smile spreads across your lips.

"Luigi…"

Immediately, he’s suspicious. "What?"

You bat your lashes dramatically. "Kiss me."

He blinks, completely caught off guard. "What?"

You roll your eyes. "Kiss me. On the lips. Right now."

"No, Yn, I’m not kissing you."

Your face falls, suddenly offended.

"Why? Is it because I’m ugly?"

He drags a hand down his face, visibly regretting this whole night. "Yn, you’re drunk. That’s why I’m not kissing you."

You pout. "Lame excuse."

With a sigh, he leans in and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. You blink. Your heart stumbles. And, weirdly enough, so does his. And without thinking, the words slip out:

"I love you too much."

Silence.

Luigi freezes, eyes locked on yours.

And you… you just keep talking, no filter, fueled by alcohol and raw emotion.

"Since forever. Since I was a kid. When I was little, I wanted you to be my brother because you were a thousand times better than him. But then I grew up and realized the last thing I wanted was for you to be my brother."

He says nothing. Just looks at you.

You let out a quiet laugh, your eyes shining. "You know what’s crazy? I always thought that if I ever got the courage to tell you, I’d be scared. But right now, I don’t care. I want you, Luigi. I want you by my side."

Luigi finally opens his mouth… but no words come out.

So you just finish with:

"There. It’s said. Now I’m going to sleep. Good night, Luigi."

And, before he can say anything, you turn your head against the pillow and close your eyes.

Luigi stays sitting there, completely stunned.

The first thing you feel the next morning is a killer headache.

"Ugh…" you groan, rolling onto your side.

Your eyes flutter open and… wait. This isn’t your room. You bolt upright—huge mistake. Your head immediately protests.

"Ow, fuck…"

That’s when the door opens. Luigi walks in, holding a cup of tea, looking way too awake for your comfort.

"Oh, you’re up." He sets the cup on the nightstand. "Here. You’re gonna need this."

You stare at him, still half-dazed.

Then, flashes from last night hit you.

The party. The drinking. Luigi bringing you home.

… Luigi kissing your cheek.

… Luigi hearing your whole emotional confession.

Your face turns bright red in an instant.

He sees your expression and, of course, he smirks.

"Ah, I see the memories are coming back."

You grab a pillow and press it over your face. "Tell me I didn’t say what I think I said."

He leans against the wall, clearly enjoying this. "Hmmm… That depends. What do you think you said?"

You groan in frustration. "Luigi…"

He chuckles softly, then sits on the edge of the bed.

"Yn. Relax. I’m not gonna make fun of you."

You peek out from behind the pillow, cheeks still burning. "So… you want to talk about it?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You open your mouth… then close it.

Do you?

Or do you just want to teleport to another dimension and never deal with this again?

"… Maybe?"

He smiles, shakes his head, then hands you the cup of tea.

"Say what you really mean," you push, wanting to rip the Band-Aid off.

He exhales through his nose, looking at you carefully.

"You were completely wasted, Yn. What you said… it doesn’t count. Don’t worry, I didn’t take it seriously."

You don’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. And as you internally crash from ten stories high, his eyes stay on you, reading every tiny reaction. But you recover quickly, forcing a smile.

"Good. I was just talking nonsense anyway. You know how drunk people are."

He nods, looking understanding. But for some reason… something in his gaze lingers.

•••Summer Break•••

You never thought you’d see Luigi again so soon, let alone in your childhood home.

When your brother mentioned that their friend group was throwing a party to celebrate Luigi’s return and his degree, you just shrugged. It made sense. He was the golden boy—the one who had made it, the guy everything seemed to fall into place for. A prestigious degree, international job offers, and that natural charisma that was both frustrating and captivating.

But what you didn’t expect was how your brother would react.

Since Luigi had come back, your brother had been more irritable, colder. And tonight, as the party buzzed through the house, you could see the tension in his jaw as he watched Luigi laugh with their friends.

You came with Jackson, your boyfriend of a few months. It was a simple relationship, easy, something that felt good. But something felt… off.

That something was Luigi.

Since you arrived, he hadn’t stopped looking at you. Not with the usual warmth and kindness. No. Tonight, his gaze was dark, sharp.

And locked onto Jackson.

Sitting on the couch, you chatted with some friends while Jackson, his arm draped over your shoulders, told a story. Luigi, leaning against the wall a few feet away, held a beer in his hand but wasn’t drinking. He was watching.

When Jackson pressed a kiss to your temple, you saw Luigi’s jaw clench.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it because your brother, who had been watching too, suddenly let out a bitter laugh.

"You see that, Luigi? Even my sister has a boyfriend now."

The atmosphere shifted instantly. A brief silence fell before one of his friends let out an awkward laugh, trying to lighten the mood. You felt Jackson tense beside you.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" you asked, crossing your arms.

Your brother shrugged and took a sip of his beer.

"Nothing. Just funny, that’s all."

Luigi set his bottle down on the table and met your brother’s gaze.

"Do you have to be an asshole every time you open your mouth?"

Your brother turned to him, his smirk vanishing.

"Oh, I see. Mr. Perfect wants to lecture me now?"

You could feel this was about to go downhill.

"It’s not about lecturing. It’s about respect," Luigi replied, his voice steady.

Your brother scoffed, but there was a bitterness in his laughter.

"You’ve always been the favorite, huh? The perfect guy, the one who succeeds at everything, the one everyone looks up to."

Luigi sighed.

"Not my fault you haven’t done shit with your life."

A heavy silence fell over the room. Your brother’s fists clenched, ready to swing. Jackson, clearly uncomfortable, stood up.

"I think we should go," he said, glancing at you.

But before you could move, Luigi spoke again, eyes still on your brother.

"You can go, Jackson. Yn is staying."

Your eyes widened.

"Excuse me?"

Jackson turned to him, just as stunned.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

Luigi didn’t answer, but his expression said everything. Jackson looked at you, waiting for you to say something. Why did Luigi want you to stay?

You felt everyone’s eyes on you. The tension was thick, like the whole room was holding its breath. Jackson was expecting you to take his side. Your brother was still fuming. And Luigi… Luigi was staring at you with an intensity that made your stomach twist. He only wanted you to have a good night. His gaze softened, almost apologetic. You slipped your hand into Jackson’s.

"I’m going with him," you said calmly, though your heart pounded in your chest.

Luigi raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Your brother, however, let out a short laugh.

"Of course. So now you’re just one of those girls who falls for the first guy who gives them attention?"

You felt Jackson stiffen beside you.

"Dude, you’ve got serious issues," Jackson shot back.

"No," your brother sneered, pointing at you. "She’s the problem. Always looking for approval, always trying to prove something…"

His voice dripped with resentment.

"You think I’m the one desperate for validation?" you snapped, your anger rising. "Since when do you care what I do with my life?"

"Since you started bringing your boyfriend here like this is some kind of brothel," he grumbled.

The audacity. Especially coming from him, with all the girls he’d brought home over the years—girls your parents never said a word about. They always had his back. You opened your mouth to fire back, but another voice cut in.

"She’s not the one trying to prove something. You are."

Luigi.

His voice was calm but firm, his eyes locked onto your brother’s like ice.

"It pisses you off, doesn’t it?" Luigi continued. "Seeing your little sister move forward while you’re stuck in the same place."

Your brother’s fists clenched tighter.

"Shut up."

"You’re jealous of her. But instead of admitting it, you take it out on her."

"I said SHUT UP!"

Your brother grabbed a bottle from the table and hurled it violently against the wall. The glass shattered into a thousand pieces, making everyone jump. A heavy silence settled over the room. Your breathing was uneven. Beside you, Jackson pulled you slightly backward. Luigi, however, didn’t move. He stared at your brother with unnerving calm.

“You need help, man.”

Your brother said nothing. He was trembling with rage, his breathing erratic. Then, without a word, he turned on his heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The tension lingered. No one moved.

You realized your hand was trembling slightly in Jackson’s. Luigi finally turned his head toward you.

“Come on, I’ll take your room” he said simply.

Jackson frowned.

“She’s going home with me,” he cut in.

“She’ll decide,” Luigi replied flatly.

You met Luigi’s gaze. Something about him had shifted. That look in his eyes… it wasn’t just control or possessiveness. It was something else. You swallowed, uncertain.

“Yn?” Jackson asked softly.

You let out a sigh, shaking your head.

“I’m done,” you muttered before turning away. “Jackson, you can go home. I’m going to my room.”

“No, Yn, I’ll stay with you. You need someone right now.”

Luigi watched the exchange, feeling jealousy creep into his chest, sharper and stronger by the second.

“That’s really nice of you, Jackson, but I’d rather be alone.”

Without another word, you left the living room, not sparing a glance behind you. The tension still hung thick in the air. Your heart was pounding—anger, confusion, something else you couldn’t name. Once inside your room, you shut the door and collapsed onto your bed.

Then—footsteps outside.

You stiffened. A hesitation. Then a soft knock.

“Jackson, I don’t want to talk!”

“…Yn.”

Luigi’s voice. Low, almost hesitant. But when it was Luigi, it felt different. You sat up and opened the door just enough to meet his gaze. He studied you, searching for something in your expression. You took a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured.

He blinked, surprised.

“Sorry for what?”

You shrugged, struggling to put words to everything weighing on you.

“For tonight, for my brother, for… everything.”

He let out a tired, lopsided smile.

“You’re not the one who should be apologizing.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, dropping your gaze for a moment.

“You should go back to the party,” you said quietly.

“Not happening. I sent everyone home.”

You sighed. “This was supposed to be a good night for you. I’m sorry, Luigi, really.”

“If you really want me to accept your apology, let me in. I want to talk. It is my party, after all.”

You hesitated. But deep down, you wanted him to stay.

It had become a habit—Luigi was always the one who managed to lift your spirits when you were upset.

You stepped aside, letting him in. He glanced around your room, then turned back to you.

“What do you want, Luigi?”

He took a breath before meeting your eyes.

“Just to talk.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. He smirked slightly, but his gaze was serious.

“I’ve finally decided to tell you the truth.”

You sat back down on your bed, and he followed suit.

“What truth?”

“I never really liked your brother.”

You blinked, stunned.

“What? But… you two were always hanging out.”

He shrugged.

“Because it was the only way to keep an eye on you.”

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

“Your brother has always been… complicated. He was never really kind to you. I was there to balance it out, to make sure he didn’t push you down too much.”

Silence filled the room.

You didn’t know what to say. Part of you was shocked, but another part… relieved.

“So… this whole time, you were here for me?” you whispered.

He nodded without hesitation.

“And now, I’m starting to think I should still be watching over you.”

Your brows furrowed.

“What?”

His gaze darkened slightly.

“Jackson.”

You scoffed.

“What about Jackson?”

He leaned back on your bed, too serious for your liking.

“Tell me everything. How long have you been together? What does he do? Any bad habits? Does he treat you right? Does he smoke ?

You gaped at him.

“Wait—are you interrogating me?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Obviously. I need to make sure he’s trustworthy.”

You let out a short, incredulous laugh.

“Luigi, you’re not my dad.”

He smirked slightly.

“No. But I’ve spent years looking out for you. You really think I’m just going to let you be with some guy without asking questions?”

You studied him, unsure. He was half-joking—but only half.

“He’s… nice,” you said cautiously.

“That’s it? Just nice? Come on, Yn, I need more details.”

“I’m not in the mood, Luigi.”

Luigi glanced around your room, a nostalgic smile tugging at his lips.

"It feels weird being here..." he murmured. "It reminds me of something. One of your many crazy schemes."

You narrowed your eyes, suspicious.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

He let out a small laugh.

"Oh yeah? Then let me refresh your memory..."

He sat up slightly, amusement flickering across his face.

"You were dead set on becoming the president of the debate club. You had an amazing speech prepared, you worked like crazy... but they made you vice president instead because you were too young."

You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah, thanks for reminding me of that humiliation."

He kept going, ignoring your pout.

"But instead of accepting defeat like a normal person, you came to me with the most ridiculous plan."

You tried to hide a smile.

"You mean a brilliant plan."

Luigi rolled his eyes.

"I’d call it a full-on betrayal."

You shrugged, feigning innocence.

"It was just a political strategy."

He shook his head, amused.

"A political strategy where you had me seduce the club president so she’d resign."

You burst out laughing.

"Hey, it’s not my fault she was terrible at the job! I just sped up the inevitable."

Luigi pointed at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"The worst part is that you dragged me into it."

You raised an eyebrow.

"And do you regret it?"

He pretended to think.

"Honestly? No. It was fun watching how far you’d go to get what you wanted."

You grinned, proud.

"See? When I want something, I always get it."

His expression shifted slightly, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped himself. You watched him, intrigued.

"What?"

He shook his head and smiled.

"Nothing. Just... you're incredible."

You lowered your head, trying to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

"Are you drunk?" you asked, just to be sure he was himself.

"I only had one drink. I'm completely sober. And I meant what I said."

Luigi held your gaze for a moment, a soft smile on his lips.

"Come here." He opened his arms.

You blinked, surprised.

"Huh?"

"Come on, before I change my mind."

You chuckled lightly, but your heart was pounding. Then, you moved closer, feeling his warmth, his steady breath. You rested your head against his neck, and he wrapped his arms around you. His embrace was warm, comforting. The familiar scent of him instantly calmed your tense muscles. You closed your eyes, soaking in the moment.

"Thank you, Luigi..." you murmured against his chest.

He didn’t answer right away, but you felt his chin rest briefly on top of your head. And somehow, that simple gesture was enough to quiet all the chaos in your mind. When he finally pulled away, you almost protested. But then he stood up and walked toward your bedroom door. You raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?"

He locked the door and twirled the key between his fingers.

"I'm staying with you. All night."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"What? Why?"

He gave you a look, as if the answer was obvious.

"Because I know you'll overthink everything and not sleep. And I told you, I'm here."

He walked back to the bed and settled beside you without hesitation. You shifted to make room, still uncertain, but he simply draped an arm around you and pulled you close—like it was the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it was.

Maybe that was just Luigi. A constant presence. A safe place.

Without thinking, you nestled your face against his chest and whispered,

"I could stay like this all night..."

He chuckled softly.

"Then stay."

"You know I have a boyfriend," you reminded him.

"There's nothing ambiguous about this. We're just friends."

Nothing ambiguous, apparently.

"You know I'm better than him."

"Oh, sure, Luigi. If that makes you feel better."

"Come on, admit it. I know you think it deep down."

"He's my boyfriend. I would never say that."

"And yet, you're in my arms."

"Not for long if you keep talking."

You stayed like that for a good ten minutes. But sleep wouldn't come—Luigi’s presence was far too distracting.

You hesitated for a moment before fully turning to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. His hazel eyes locked onto yours, and for the first time, you saw something there you had never noticed before. Something that made your stomach twist in a way it never had before.

You weren’t sure who moved first, but suddenly, his lips were on yours, and everything else disappeared.

The kiss was soft, hesitant—like he was afraid you'd pull away.

And that’s exactly what you did.

"Luigi, what are you doing?"

He didn’t answer right away, his face turning red, clearly embarrassed.

"I really hope you're not doing this just because you feel sorry for me," you said, searching his expression.

"What? No. I'm doing it because I want to," he justified.

"Do you… Do you have feelings for me?" you asked, needing to understand what had changed so suddenly.

"When I saw you with Jackson, I felt so jealous... I don’t know why. I’ve never seen you with another guy before."

"Luigi..."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"

He started to pull away, but you grabbed his wrist and kissed him back. He froze, surprised.

But when you pressed closer, your fingers tangling in his hair, he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours. Your senses were overwhelmed—his taste, the feel of his body against yours, the way his hands cupped your face like you were something precious.

"Yn," he whispered against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "Are you sure?"

"This is all I’ve ever wanted, Luigi. Since I was thirteen."

You felt his smile against your lips.

"What about Jackson? And your brother?" he murmured between kisses.

"I don’t care”you answered instantly, pulling him closer. And then you kissed him again.

[pianokantzart]

YES! GOOD! I’m going to just going to analyze the whole dinner scene, because it’s one of my favorite parts of the movie. 

Mario and Luigi walk in, and immediately the whole room lights up to greet them. Despite everything that follows, one thing is clear: The Mario Brothers are happy to see their family, and the family is happy to see them. 

The whole family confirms that they watched their commercial. Everyone except their mom insists the commercial was a bad idea, but the fact that they all watched it speaks to the fact that there is no indifference regarding Mario and Luigi’s dream. They’re eager to see where this endeavor leads, even if they think it’s going to end in failure. 

The moment Mario and Luigi sit down at the table, their uncles begin laying into them like it’s open season on financially struggling plumbers. Just full blown, no-holds-barred roast mode on their nephews.

Mario is on the defensive, but he doesn’t get angry, he’s just trying to argue his side. Clearly this is typical behavior for Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur. They’re loud, overly honest, and obnoxiously confident in their opinions. Uncle Arthur, thankfully, has his wife to keep him in check. Uncle Tony, however, who is seated next to poor Luigi, is an absolute menace.

Luigi ignores all the teasing. He is only interested in getting food, but this is not an easy task. Tony’s verbal arguments are all directed at Mario, but Luigi is the one who gets prodded and shoved around, and that makes getting dinner next to impossible.

Luigi attempts to serve himself salad, attempts to ask for a roll, attempts to eat the mushrooms being put on his plate, and at every turn he’s either pushed away or talked over. He is clearly very soft spoken compared to the other men in his family, and never quite had the strength to stand up for himself... after all, everyone means well, they just lack self awareness. It isn’t worth the fight. 

Thankfully, Luigi’s mom comes to the rescue, and puts a bowl of soup in front of her boy. She’s the queen of the caretaker role, making sure all the loose ends are tied up and that everybody eats.

But on the flip side, it’s interesting to note that once the uncles start tearing into Mario, Mario’s Dad serves him up a plate of food. He may have just been serving the person next to him because that was the polite thing to do, but I have a theory...

I think that this wasn’t the first night that Mario and his uncles went at each other. I think Mario’s Dad read the room, and figured that if Mario was going to spend dinner playing defense, he should at least remember to eat while doing so.

It also speaks volumes that Mario’s Dad doesn’t voice his disapproval until Mario asks for his opinion. Before then he avoids the subject and lets everyone else do the talking, but so long as he’s being questioned directly, he can’t help but be honest.

“I think... you’re nuts. You don’t quit a steady job for some crazy dream.” This sounds like a voice of experience. Mario’s Dad has the figure of someone who has worked physical labor for a good portion of his life (look the size of those arms). He may have had dreams of his own when he was younger, but he had a wife and kids to worry about, and family took priority. 

Speaking of family taking priority: “... and the worst part? You’re bringing your brother down with you.” That settles it. The conversation has gone from a casual roast session to dead serious. The entire room falls quiet as Mario puts down his fork and storms off. 

“What’d I say?” Everybody at the table (except the niece, she’s long since checked out) gives Mario’s Dad different versions of the look™. Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur have the same “Jesus Christ bro, you didn’t have to go there” expression, and Luigi just looks hurt on Mario’s behalf. His Dad, however, is just confused.  

He didn’t get the gravity of what he said. His relationship with his own brothers– loudmouthed schmucks who call their own shots – is completely alien to what Luigi and Mario have. He probably knows Mario is protective of Luigi, but he doesn’t realize the depth of responsibility Mario feels for him. Anyone can see that Luigi is loyal to his brother, but Mario alone knows how loyal he is, and the implication that he’s betraying that loyalty is intensely painful. 

I doubt Uncle Arthur and Uncle Tony truly relate to Mario and Luigi’s relationship either, but they’ve probably teased Mario enough to understand one thing: bringing Luigi into it is a line you do not cross.

Conclusion:

There is a lot of love in the Mario family.

Uncle Tony and Uncle Arthur are definitely the most insufferable of the bunch, but there is no malice in their teasing. While they are brash and overbearing, it’s all in good fun, and they get visibly uncomfortable when things go too far and someone actually ends up hurt. 

Luigi seems to take after his mother; kind, nonconfrontational, and happily invested in a supporting role. While his Mom cares for and assists the family, Luigi cares for and assists his brother, both emotionally and in his business ventures.

Mario, in the meantime, takes after his Dad, who appears to be the oldest of the three brothers. He doesn’t always think before speaking, but he isn’t constantly running his mouth like Arthur or Tony, and acts with the gravity of someone who bears a lot of responsibility. He doesn’t quite “get” his sons, but he knows enough to see that Luigi follows his brother everywhere, and Mario does not always think before jumping into things. Despite what Mario may believe, his Dad doesn’t see him as a “joke” so much as he sees him as an impulsive young man who doesn’t grasp the consequences of his actions. But Mario does understand the consequences of his actions, he just dreams big, and... thanks to Luigi... actually has the support he needs to pursue those dreams. 

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Dark Moon | Chapter Nine

Pairing | yandere!Jimin x Reader

Word Count | 1,7k

Warnings | +18, Jimin is hatching anger, asshole talk typical of their environment among boys, dirty language, sexual insinuations, Hoseok throws barbs at Jimin, drunk Jimin, noncon kissing, insults and angry talk, triggering content, yandere themes, angst, this is not for minors.

This fanfiction is yandere, if you don't like the genre, don't read and if you are not of age, don't read.

I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | She just wanted to escape her past, take charge of her life and break out of her steel cage, praying in God for a miracle that could change her life for good.

And her prayers were heard, but it was not the Divine that answered her.

That was certainly the devil in the guise of an angel, she thought as those corrupted and empty eyes searched her soul with extreme voracity.

He turned a sweet, false smile on her, before pushing her into the abyss.

➢ Author's Note | The ninth chapter of Dark Moon has arrived and with it even more darkness, I warn you that from the next chapter on, things will get stronger and more triggering.

Let me know what you think of the chapter ❤️

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"We caught another one of those sewer rats," said Hoseok with a satisfied light in his eyes, "At this rate they will never try to mess with the Bangtan Boys again."

"The matter is not over yet, Choi Minho played his cards wrong and now he will feel trapped.... and rats become aggressive when they realize they are about to lose their skin," sighed Seokjin, everyone nodded, then Jungkook asked Jimin a question.

"What?" he asked absentmindedly, Jin squared him up making the person concerned roll his eyes.

"What would you like to get out of the whole situation?"

Jimin licked his dry lips, casting a glance at the woman in charge of serving them drinks; she was beautiful, he couldn't deny it, but she lacked something.

No, she lacked nothing, she simply wasn't Y/N.

With a snort he pointed to the glass, ignoring her mischievous glances, "I'd like to get some whiskey in my glass," he clutched the bridge of his nose between two fingers, trying to relax, but how could he when his personal whore was not only giving him trouble but also putting her hands on him?

How had she allowed herself? And why hadn't he reacted? What was that "I'm sorry," anyway?

He should have beaten her until he saw her blood dripping onto the kitchen floor, but he had frozen. The blind rage he had felt was so devastating that his body had automatically refused to release it.

A laugh from Taehyung made the whole group notice the incoherent answer to Jungkook's question.

"Dude, is everything okay at home?" asked Taehyung, encircling the hips of their waitress, who had meanwhile poured whiskey for Jimin, "Do you want me to send you one who knows how to do her duty?"

"Are you implying that I suck at picking my girls, Taehyung?" quipped Seokjin quietly, immediately making the younger man shake his head.

"No way, Jin!" Taehyung clasped his hands together in apology, but he could tell he was joking, even Seokjin smiled deliberately.

"Please, by now Jimin has a whore who faithfully waits for him at home and with whom he has sex every day," mocked Hoseok, "He would even turn against his friends for her," he taunted, remembering perfectly that day in the infirmary, he had not liked Jimin's attitude toward him, the whole room fell silent, confused expressions arose on the faces of the other five, unaware.

"What did you say, Hoseok?"

"You heard me, Jimin... Maybe you don't care about anyone anymore because you have better."

Jimin found himself gritting his teeth at the redhead's insinuations.

His work was his life, his friends were his family, Hoseok himself was like a brother, he would never hurt him for...

Jimin wrinkled his forehead, remembering the discussion in the infirmary more sharply. Had he really threatened Hoseok?

What was that damn bitch doing to him? Because that was all it was about, wasn't it? She was a slut, nothing important, nothing to protect. Just a nice little object fit to fulfill his cravings.

"Stop talking bullshit, I would never reject my family, for anything or anyone in the world, when I like something I get a little jealous and you know it's better not to provoke me when I'm in that state," he tried to get over it, passing off his attitude as something completely harmless and natural, Hoseok shook his head as if to say 'Always the same', but for Jimin it wasn't over there. Now he was really pissed off as hell.

"Come on, come on! Let's not spoil the mood for stupid fights, let's toast to the Bangtan's imminent victory!" exclaimed Namjoon, trying to act as a peacekeeper between the two quarrels, everyone raised their filled glasses, but Jimin remained with his thoughts fixed on Y/N.

He came home drunk, the lights were already all out, but Jimin didn't give a shit.

He was lackluster and very angry, a deadly cocktail for a man of his mold.

He searched for her like a mad bull, "Y/N!" he growled harshly, throwing open her bedroom door, but no sign of her.

He looked around in hopes of finding her, but had to backtrack, retraced his steps into the living room and then into the kitchen, but the only rooms left to check corresponded to Jimin's room and their respective bathrooms. Jimin strongly doubted that she could be in his room.

Despite the legitimate consideration, he staggered to the master room of the house, when he opened the door he found himself squinting. The girl was slumped on the floor, various books were strewn and left open around her, she must have been rummaging through his things out of boredom, beginning to read here and there to get an idea about the man's literal tastes, the latter was not softened by the sight, anyone else would have found the scene of their girlfriend intent on sleeping peacefully all curled up like a wren tender, but he was not anyone and she was not his girlfriend.

He shook her by the shoulder several times, heedless of Y/N's physical frailty, and when the latter opened her eyes, she found herself facing Jimin's grim face.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" hissed the man between his teeth, Y/N blinked quickly in despondency, what had she done this time?

She glanced around the room with its strongly masculine and restrained decor, instantly remembered the moment she had entered Jimin's bedroom out of sheer curiosity, bitterly regretted entering it.

"I-I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-ah!" she didn't even have time to finish her sentence, Jimin grabbed her by the arm forcing her to fall back uncomfortably on his king-size bed.

"Shut up and save me the trouble of still listening to you," he blurted out, quickly undoing the buttons of his dark shirt, the woman blanched.

Jimin wanted to again... ?

Now that the fog of sleep had cleared from her mind, she could notice the lackluster movements of the man, who had come to open his belt listlessly, the now half-open shirt gave a perfect view of his pecs and a hint of a sculpted abdomen, the mussed hair on his forehead contributed to his distraught look.

"You're drunk," she noted in a huff between trembling lips, Jimin smiled lazily.

"What do you deduce that from?" he kicked off his shoes, which were immediately followed by the tight jeans that contained nimble, muscular legs, everything about Jimin pointed out what a dangerous predator he was.

"Please, Jimin," it was the first time she had ever begged him using his name, "Let's not do this now, not like this-you're not yourself," she whispered softly, the fear already almost impossible to contain.

"And how should we do it?" he asked using the same gentle tone, crawling onto the bed until he completely overpowered her, their noses were only millimeters apart, "More importantly, when should we do it? This sounds like a good tease to me, Y/N," his magnetic eyes descended on the younger woman's lips, glittering with mischief.

The girl tried to calm him by gently taking his shoulders in her hands, imperceptibly pushing him away.

But Jimin grabbed her wrists in a firm grip, lifting them above her head and attached his meaty, experienced mouth to the trembling petals he had been studying with growing desire.

His tongue thrust directly into the girl's throat, she widened her eyes and tried to break free from the lack of air, Jimin was as if possessed, biting and sucking those lips as if his life depended on it, not giving her the slightest time to recover and pursuing her shyer tongue without hinting to surrender.

"I kept you away from all those perverts at the Dark Moon," he descended on her neck to bite the most sensitive flap of skin, "I almost beat up a friend who is like a brother, for you," he squeezed those slender wrists more tightly, releasing a breathless moan in Y/N, "And I scarred that bitch's face in revenge because she dared to hurt you," he said finally, the woman did not understand the last sentence, did he mean that Jimin had punished Ester permanently for her?

She did not have time to reason out that last thought, Jimin was beside himself.

"But you keep pushing me away, being a runaway bitch, you even look at me in disgust, and fuck, you really piss me off!" he exclaimed angrily and in a petulant tone, "I gave you a home, bitch! Something you could have only dreamed of if you had gone about your business and you show not the slightest respect for my efforts!" he continued to verbally rail at her, who was shaking and whimpering in shock.

Jimin had always been scary, and he had always been dangerous, and he had even hurt her on more than one occasion, but she had never seen him like that. He was drunk, he could have done anything to her without the restraint of a conscience anymore, always if he ever had a conscience, she was terrified.

And the more the boy thought of her not as a whore, the more furious he became. Because it had never happened that he liked a woman romantically, it didn't fit into his plans, and it was twisted in his reasoning, but he had sworn to his past that it would never happen, that he would never give in that way.

"Jimin, wait a moment, calm down and let's talk about this tomorrow.... you're right, you're right," she whimpered, "I didn't behave well, but now we can't discuss it, it's really not the time," she tried to appease him, Jimin tilted his head, scrutinizing her face, which was purple and streaked with badly held salty tears, snapped his tongue against his palate, before grabbing the fabric of her shirt with a funny koala printed on it and pulling toward him, causing a gash at the young woman's chest level, forcing her into another sick and shameless kiss.

"Fuck the talk, tonight I'm going to fuck you good and you'll just have to take my cock," he said, leaving her speechless, "Turn around."

No. Not again, not again in that humiliating position.

She quickly shook her head, "No!" she pushed him away with a kick, but the man flinched in time, remembering that first night that changed both their lives.

"I'm not that drunk," he laughed viciously, forcing her to carry out his command.

And there, watching her trembling and with her shapely buttocks hidden by the pajama suit, Jimin had a cruel and angry idea.

[peaches2217]

your mareach family headcanons are everything. they're so cute! i wonder, how would luigi and peasley take to being uncles? would they even start wanting one of their own, or will they just pledge themselves to be the best uncles this kid has ever had?

I am so happy someone's actually interested in my Uncle Luisley concepts because I keep having to omit Peasley for the sake of wider applicability and I am so ready to not do that

(@mrspockify if it's okay, I'd like to use this post to answer this ask of yours too, since there's so much overlap!)

Luigi, of course, is absolutely thrilled. Mario has wanted kids pretty much his whole life; now he's getting that chance, and Luigi's gonna have a little niece/nephew/nibling, and by their power combined that's gonna be the safest and most spoiled kid in existence! There's a lot of jumping and shaking each other and whooping and hugging and it's just an absolute spectacle. (I... may or may not have a fic in the works. 👀)

Since he's Prince Consort of the Beanbean Kingdom, Luigi lives about an hour's flight from Toad Town. He visits regularly to bring gifts or to make sure Mario's not running himself into the ground worrying over Peach's health or just to see what else he can do because he's so excited! Whenever he's home, he'll often make checklists of things the parents-to-be may or may not need and set out to gather everything before his next visit, be it practical items like bedding or nursery supplies or more sentimental offerings like a collection of their mother's best recipes (Peach has been wanting those recipes for ages now, so really it's long overdue). He even briefly tries to take up sewing so he can make the tot some clothes (with... disastrous results, admittedly. Such a tiny needle... so much blood...).

Peasley's initially a lot more indifferent to the prospect of being an uncle. He's happy for their friends, truly, but the news doesn't stir him the way it does his husband. But he doesn't remain indifferent for long, and that's because Luigi is absolutely radiant when discussing/performing his perceived duties as an uncle. Peasley worships the very ground he walks upon. Anything that makes Luigi this happy is bound to make him equally happy in short order.

Being an only child (and a little out-of-touch if we're being honest), he has no idea what being an uncle even entails, so he just goes along with all of Luigi's ideas: bedding? He'll have a dozen hand-stitched silken pillows and blankets commissioned because the little royal deserves only the best! A cookbook? He'll have one penned by a professional scribe on the finest parchment, because Mama Mario's legacy shan't be recorded on anything less! They're wanting name suggestions? How about we spend the whole night tossing ideas back and forth, my love? There's a dusty old parlor a few halls down; let's turn it into a nursery so the baby will have a comfortable place to stay should babysitting duties befall us! Admittedly it's still less about wanting to be a good uncle and more about ensuring all of Luigi's desires are fulfilled to the utmost, but hey, he's still a great future uncle by proxy, so that's what counts, right? 😆

They do inevitably discuss having children of their own somewhere along the line, what with the topic being so relevant now. They will at some point need to produce an heir, biological or adopted or unrelated yet entrusted with the title (Peasley is trans, meaning biological children is an option for them). That said, they ultimately decide they're happiest on their own for now; if they decide they want a child somewhere down the line, then that's a bridge they'll cross when they come to it. They've got a good fifty years, stars willing, before they have to worry about who will take over after Peasley, so they're not in any rush.

Queen Bean, on the other hand, isn't getting any younger, and the Mushroom Kingdom's upcoming arrival is a stark reminder of that. Her son and son-in-law proudly show her the parlor-turned-nursery that they've spent weeks renovating, and as they prattle on about all of the luxuries they've equipped it with for a baby that's not even their own, she can't help but feel exasperated.

She pulls her boys in for a hug, anchoring a massive hand on each of their shoulders so they can't run away. "I trust this nursery will one day serve my grandchildren, yes?"

Peasley shoots Luigi an apologetic look, fighting back a wince. Luigi's just trying not to laugh. "We're... discussing it, mother," Peasley finally says.

The Queen smiles placidly and pats them both. "Discuss it faster."

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (8/16/2024) Episode: The Dynamic Duo

Following his press conference, Luigi appreciated the rehabilitation of his reputation but hated being sidelined until after his wedding.

It seemed his bosses planned to use his break from playing to put his leadership abilities to the test. He found himself mentoring the teams' junior members and combing over footage of previous match-ups to come up with new gameplay strategies.

He knew the break was necessary to sell the story they’d told the news outlets, and Doc Leonard was sure that the rest would help his carpel tunnel, but he’d expected to be bored silly. He was therefore surprised when he actually enjoyed the work. It was satisfying to help others improve, and the way the team jumped whole-heartedly into using his new game tactics made him feel great about his strategic and high-level planning skills.

Luigi’s usefulness as an advisor wasn’t limited to tactics. He also shared all the best tricks he’d found to combat his condition using keyboard shortcuts and his advanced mousing hardware. It took the others time to master, but spending less time clicking around sped the whole team up.

That sudden change to a faster play style led to a decisive victory against one of their biggest competitors and earned Luigi a promotion.

The same HR rep who processed that paperwork also dropped the news that he was cleared to hire more staff for his other project. The Sims Forever community was positively abuzz at the prospect of a new life simulation game, and they wanted to show progress as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Noemi continued to struggle at work, despite her win with Luigi’s project. She still just couldn’t seem to connect with her other clients.

After a particularly productive session with Dr. Valasquez, she began to understand that her lack of charisma might not be the only reason she was having problems at work. When she allowed herself to be honest and look past what was expected of her Noemi realized she was bored.

She didn’t want to spend all day hunting for and guiding new talent, she wanted to be hands on. DOING the work was the fun part for her!

When Luigi came home excited to share his good news, he found Noemi in their home office, struggling with both a headache and her latest side gig.

“How has Plumbook gone this long without a real employee password policy!?” she groused as he settled down beside her “No wonder they keep getting hacked! Getting everyone on board is a nightmare, and my head feels like I’ve been beating it against a real wall, not just lazy users.”

“You’ve been getting a lot of headaches lately,” Luigi observed carefully. “Is everything OK? Maybe you should see the doctor.”

“I’ve seen her!” she replied, “this is just a known side effect of the meds I need to function in the office, so I’m just going to have to deal with it.”

“Still struggling with your clients?” Luigi asked. At her affirmative nod he added, “You know you don’t have to stay at Rainy Day if you’re miserable.”

Noemi shook her head. “Freelance programming is more hands on but doing it full time would mean bigger projects and more client meetings. It would be the same if I switched to working at Kenzie’s robotics company. At least Rainy Day takes a lot of the meetings and paperwork off my hands.”

She flashed her fiancée a grin. “And I get to work with you, which is always the best part of my day! Oh, if only every customer was so cute!”

After a quick snack break to let the pain meds she’d taken kick in Noemi returned to her side job while Luigi went over the resumes of the artists, managers, and programmers Patricia was sending him to rush assemble a concept version of the new videogame they’d nicknamed “Project Daisy”.

He wasn’t terribly impressed with the quality of the sims they’d found so far. He turned to share a particularly sloppy cover letter with Noemi and paused. She had that driven look she got when she was in the “zone”: her fingers flying expertly as she typed and referenced a complex spec.

He sighed. Who would he have to sleep with at Rainy Day to get access to a great recruit like Noemi? He blinked. “Hey, wait a minute!”

Back at HQ the next morning the pair presented a unified front as they told Patricia that they wanted to transfer Noemi to Project Daisy full time.

“This is highly unusual,” she told them “and it isn’t a pathway to promotion for you, Noemi, even if you managed the team instead of programming.”

Noemi couldn’t care less about a promotion that would just mean more of the work she hated. “I’m OK with that” she said, suppressing a big smile.

They left the meeting with Noemi’s boss in great spirits. She was totally happy about her job prospects for the first time in a long time.

The best thing about working on Project Daisy was that she knew she wouldn’t need the pills that had been making her feel so awful, and she dragged Luigi out back to toss them out immediately. Eyeing the quite spacious and semi-private dumpster, she gave her fiancée a wicked look.

“Oh my grim! No. Porcupine!” he cried “Honey, I love you more than life itself, but I am never, EVER, getting intimate in a DUMPSTER!”

Noemi laughed, stepping away from the offensive bin to give him a suggestive kiss. “Fine, but let’s hurry home. Somebody owes me a signing bonus.”

I found out that Noemi’s Autism essentially prevents her from raising her charisma skill. Its barely at 2 and she would need 4 for her next promotion.

She’s already level 8 in the tech guru career. I don’t need her to advance further, and I hate the side effects from her meds, so I decided to go this direction with her story.

I also learned that squeamish sims won’t woohoo in a dumpster – totally makes sense but who knew!?

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

[anxiousdino]

Due to AO3 being down for an uncertain amount of time, I’m going to post the first chapter of my fic. I was waiting to publish it after it was finished because then writer’s block won’t delay you guys reading it. I may post more chapters until the website is back up but I won’t promise it! Important note: DO NOT HARASS AO3! THEY ARE FIXING IT WITH VOLUNTEERS AND SHOULD BE PRAISED RN!! THIS IS NOT THEIR FAULT!

(This fic is written with the Movie! Versions in mind)

All My Blossoms

Chapter 1

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His chair jolted back with him immediately after the doors slammed open. Luigi quickly sorted himself out and noticed everyone's unimpressed glares at the guest. A grumbled apology made it past his awkward expression as he sat in a comically large chair.

“Now that His Majesty has arrived,” Mario coughed a 'finally' into his fist, Peach continued. “We may begin the negotiations of the treaty." Diplomatic yet kind as ever.

Thankfully, over the afternoon only one fight had to be stopped between Bowser and Mario and negotiations were added, removed or changed smoothly. Right at that moment, they had the jovial tone of sporting buddies rather than leaders with a feud. Then one last request was placed. The Koopa King expressed his concern of not having a partner’s help.

Kamek is good but the kids wear him out too much for saying he has to be an adviser too. He needs someone to look after his children while he attends royal affairs with the magikoopa or to go in his place so he can spend more time with them. This level of security and trust can only be given by a marriage. That way, they can’t harm his kingdom or kids and he can’t hurt them without breaking the treaty. Mixed reactions painted everyone’s faces with Peach considering but hesitant and Mario struggling to hold in his definitely not royal meeting appropriate response. The younger twin held his brother’s shoulder in reassurance.

“I’m not asking it to be you, Princess. Not unless you’re up for it. It only needs to be someone important to the kingdom to ensure no funny business from me.” Carefully, she ruled out who couldn’t go.

Her, for starters, unless there truly was no one else. Mario is with her and neither man would agree. Toadette had high-ish status. But was it enough to garante peace?

“I-I’ll do it?” All eyes snapped to the voice even as quiet as it was. Anyone may have mistaken him for his brother based on the crimson rapidly growing on Luigi’s face. Again, mixed reactions across the room. Similarly to the last shock, Peach was cautiously in thought while Mario went straight to talking them both out of it. All Bowser could do was stare at the plumber in confusion.

“There is no one else, is there Princess? I could see the cogs turning. I can’t let you go, you’ve got your own kingdom. That’s what this treaty is about. My status is important enough to make sure he doesn’t hurt me but removed enough it won’t hurt the kingdom.”

What? Mario is certain he’s never heard his brother talk that much in one go before. Even the king was sceptical, all he knew was the green one was terrified of everything. Especially him.

“You really don’t mind this, Weegi?”

Everything in his body screamed no but his head knows it's the only option. He nods and looks his brother in the eyes to agree. It's not that either of them think Luigi's at risk, more so that they know this isn't Bowser’s or Luigi's ideal future. How come he gets the love of his life when his fratellino is subjected to being a political pawn? Above all of this is Mario's trust in him. If Luigi sincerely says he's okay with this then Mario trusts him. He's okay with it too.

“How much political knowledge do you have, Greenie?"

Luigi answers honestly by claiming to only know a bit from joining these meetings. On the conditions that he has lessons from Kamek or himself, Bowser is the last to agree.

~

A month before the wedding Luigi has to move to the castle. Frankly it's more of a formality, time for the grooms to adjust to each other and for the staff and children to get used to their future king consort. Meeting the Koopalings (properly) was by far the worst part of this for the plumber. Anxieties clawed at him from every angle, the most concerning being ‘am I a dad now?’

"Alright, before we go in you need to breathe. I can hear you worrying, stop. What has you so worked up?" Straining in his chest proved the king correct about breathing, did he care or was he annoyed?

“They won't like me. I'm essentially their step-dad and Mario's brother, and human, and-"

"Woah, woah! Greenie, chill. True, it might take them time to come to terms with it. Hate you? Maybe. But any disrespect to you will break the treaty." He stopped for a minute. "Step-dad? This is a political marriage. You're more a glorified babysitter. Don't sweat it.” The words barely registered with the anxious man as the large common room doors opened. Several big sofas messily decorated the floor (which was not how it looked when Bowser left it) along with many random objects. Drawings were piled up in various spots, a few small machines (or robots?) moved around with different levels of competence and so much more. Nine Koopas occupied the room, one of whom could not look more tired.

"Sire! You're back! And you, the monsters are your problem now." A staff was swiftly pointed in Luigi's face.

"Sì?”

Suddenly one of the 'monsters' announces to his siblings that their dad is home and races to hug his father as everyone else brings their attention to the new comer. Question after question abuses the ears of the three adults.

"Shut it, twerps! We're gonna sit an’ talk about it. Out the door way, now!

Once comfortably spread amongst the couches, or in Lemmy's case the floor, Bowser opens the conversations to anyone willing not to interrupt each other. Wendy quickly goes first.

“Why are you here?” Simple question, Luigi answers as such.

“Why you,” Junior cuts in, “why not mama?”

Bowser takes that one, much to Luigi’s relief. Each koopaling asks different things, Ludwig sticking to political side of things. Iggy had to be steered back to the original topic after finding out that Luigi dabbles in engineering, both of them excited to share their interests. Ever annoyed at the lack of a feminine presence Wendy through jabs at him, only for him to shyly admit that he enjoys make up and dresses. Junior doesn’t speak after his first enquiry.

Just as their dad went to call it a night, Ludwig asked his only personal question.

“I get it’s a political marriage but doesn’t that mean you’re our father too now?” Annoyance and anger pointedly obvious in the teen’s tone.

Everything in him tenses at the realisation that the worst has happened; he’s now a dad and the kids hate him. One of Bowser’s hands squeezed his while he reassured his son that Luigi is only their parent if they want him to be. For now he’s just a helping hand. Kamek dismissed the children and led them out the door.

On Junior’s way out he whispered to the elder koopa resulting in the boy running over to the fiancés. The young koopa looked up at his father and asked if he no longer has a ‘mama’ that would play with him or praise his art. Luigi’s heart broke alongside the boy’s voice, answering before Bowser could.

“Junior, I promise I will play with you and look at your drawings. Instead of a ‘mama’ you are welcome to see me as a ‘papa’ if you want.” Both koopas stared at him, one with excitement and the other with something. Confusion? Shock? Fondness? All three seemed to shine in Bowser’s eyes.

“Really?! But you said you’re not our dad?”

“Only because I know this is a big change. If you don’t want me too be, then I won’t be. If you do, then I will.”

No one had expected him to say it, especially this quickly or willingly. However he found he was just as sure about this as he was about the deal with Bowser.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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Kamek approached him the day after to give him a tour and explain some of his new duties. It thoroughly surprised the magikoopa when Luigi took everything in and seemed serious about helping Bowser rule. Hesitancy about the plan still flowed through him, specifically because of it being Luigi. His son deserved to marry for love, not marry the brother of Mario. Peach would have been more ideal, at least one of them had feelings. But, the way Luigi was with the koopalings and new responsibilities put him a little more at ease. The old koopa even noticed that he treated the staff well despite the comments they jeered at him. He also noted that he would pretend to not hear, only to (albeit subtlety) deflate once it was just the two of them again.

“Finally, we have arrived at the private garden. Only the royal family may enter here, myself included. As king consort this extends to you now, sire.”

Monotone words barely made it past Luigi’s ears. Calmly flowing water fell from a central fountain, grand in its design yet modest in size, pallets of flowers painted along the pebble path. On the opposite end to the opening sat a bench clearly made for the king. Awe froze him, letting him bask in the slice of Heaven.

The magikoopa chuckled beside him, “beautiful isn’t it, sire?”

“Favoloso. Sì, very. There’s nothing like this at my cottage.”

“Junior told me about last night-“

“Ah, scusi! I didn’t mean to overstep, he was upset so I tried to cheer him up.” Kamek’s stoic look easily slipped into a smirk.

“I was only going to thank you, sire. Lord Junior has had a complex relationship with parental figures. He never should have been lied to about his mother being Princess Toadstool, it makes him feel unwanted. You made him feel wanted again, and his papa will be less distracted from now on. For that, I thank you.”

No words in either language came to the Italian. The sudden emotional turn froze him all over again. Out of seven siblings, a father, a grandfather and a castle full of staff Junior felt unwanted until he of all people showed up. All he’d done was agree to look at paintings, how could the bar of a prince be so low in what was an obviously loving family? Then again, eight children and a kingdom means time is just as important as love. It dawned on him that he hadn’t only agreed to look at paintings. All he’d done was agree to give the family time for showing love that they held for each other. Junior may have asked him to be his ‘papa’ but that didn’t make him one, he didn’t feel like one, he was just there so his actual father could be with him.

Goodbyes between the advisers were said on autopilot. Registering that he was alone and moving towards the bench was just as mindless. Nothing but the knowledge of what he’d done filled his thoughts. It is important to understand that he didn’t regret the agreement, but that this was his first real opportunity to truly process it. Not only had he signed up to be an adviser but also a king, a husband and a dad. He signed to be a symbol of peace, as an insurance policy. Dread and shock forced themselves together in his head, a jagged mesh blocking out anything else. But there was no regret. For all the consequences (good or bad), he’d do it again every time if it meant stability within both kingdoms. If it could provide stability within a family.

A weight that wasn’t his own pushed on the wooden seat, it’s subtle creak snapping him from the thoughts. Aches coursed through his hands from gripping tangled hair and his eyes stung similarly to his scalp. From beside him, his ragged breaths were eased into a normal rhythm by a patient voice. Luigi was no stranger to having panic attacks but having others help makes escaping them easier. He thanks Bowser, not needing to look up to know who was there, receiving a gruff ‘welcome’ in return.

“Wanna talk about it, usually helps the kids after these.” The green clad man gestures awkwardly between them. “Hey! Imma catch, who wouldn’t wanna marry me? And don’t say Peach!” Luigi chuckled.

“No, no. It’s a, big, adjustment is all. You get a break and peace, I get a job, a husband and bambini.”

“I get a husband too, ya know? See, both getting screwed over.”

“Still not even.” He bumped his shoulder against Bowser’s bicep. Comfortable silence blanketed them for minutes and minutes, neither willing to break it. Half an hour passed before the king was called to his duties and Luigi was left alone in the garden.

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[almdragonrend]

Hey, so I found a new Hamefura x pokemon fanfiction and had a short talk in the comments and I wanted to show how it got as you see my stands on OG Katarina and how I feel about her and it always feels freeing when I get to talk about it. So here's it

That was when it hit me ‘Wait… How am I gonna get food for everyone, let alone myself. I don’t think there’s many employers that’ll be willing to hire a teenager or former noble as a mercenary or bodyguard so I won’t always be able to get jobs, If only I could get a Pokémon that makes food for me’

That is really hate OG Keith and Geordo and Maria, OG Katarina was just fighting for her 7 year long relationship and all the promises made to her, and they send her Fu*ing die for it, they CHOOSE to be Monsters!!!

Page_Plague on Chapter 5Wed 24 Apr 2024 02:23AM CEST

Yah, I mean OG Katarina is a b*tch, especially to Keith, but she definitely didn’t deserve to starve to death and OG Geordo most certainly could’ve attempted to try and fix some of the behaviour but he probably didn’t because of apathy.

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 5Wed 24 Apr 2024 08:11AM CEST

OG Katarina isn't really that bad, we see how she interacted with Sianna and Anne and even some of her group to an extent in VoD and she was certainly a lot Kinder than 99'9,8% of the Noble's of Sociar, and the only people we have seen her openly be mean to are Maria and Keith both of which she has pretty strong and justified reasons to Hate, in case of Keith his me presence has torn her parents relationship apart, I know it wasn't his fault but she was a little Girl than he showed up and her family got torn apart how can anyone expect from her to take that well ? + he had it we better with the Claes than with his Original family the Colemans who.. ah yes WANTED TO KILL HIM!!!!! The funny thing is Keith has that "I'm don't want to be a Monster *crying noise*" thing going on the thing is when he partook in the Conspiracy against Katarina he very much CHOSE to be a Monster!!! What he did made their made him a Monster no qustiones ask, Luigi saved him from being killed of by his own family sacrificed the state of the Claes family in the process and how does this little parasite thank him ? By helping send the Daughter of his Savior to her demise! I think alone for that he should have left him with the Colemans!

And when it comes to Maria, Original Maria is literally a Bitch, she is the main character of FL and chose the route she wants to go which means she actively pursued 5 different Mann of high political status and while I'm not against polyarmoy if everyone involved is okay with it, in this case two of them already had a fiancée and both of those fiancée but a lot of afort in this relationship they had for half their lives and now they are expected to give up all they worked so hard for their entire life and take the L just because Miss Campbell comes out of nowhere with no idea of how a princess has to act and non of the training both Katarina and Mary had to endure for years on end !!! just because miss Campbell thinks she deserves to be Princess, and when one of them justified fights back she steals everything this girl has her home, her family, her parents, her birthright, and send her over seas to die! And Don't make me start on how she used Sophia to get close to Nicole, Original Maria is a greedy, malicious, underhanded, selfish and heartless Monster !!!!

Page_Plague on Chapter 5Wed 24 Apr 2024 09:16AM CEST

Oh ok, I didn’t read Verge of Doom cuz I didn’t think it was all that different to the main series Manga and Anime that I did finish (I’ll read it later)

Also good argument

AlmDragonrend on Chapter 5Wed 24 Apr 2024 03:06PM CEST

Thank you, I'm just glad more people start to realize those facts, that is a pretty good sign I think

[xserenemeadowsx]

Unconditional Love (Chapter 6)

By xSereneMeadowsx

Link for Chapter 5: https://www.tumblr.com/xserenemeadowsx/719876599243227136/unconditional-love-chapter-5?source=share

A/N: Thank you everyone for the likes and follows! I really appreciate it! :) Life has been busy and my health has been a major priority as of late. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 6

“We should get moving,” Peach said as she stood up and stretched. “We can start gathering some apples, bananas, and melons.”

The plumbers and mushroom man all got up and stretched as well.

“Shall we split up?” Mario asked.

“I think that would be good,” Peach responded. “I can go with Mario and Luigi can search with Toad. Sound good?”

“Sounds good to me,” Toad said nudging Mario and winking at him.

Mario looked at Toad with a raised brow.

“This means you get to have some alone time with the princess,” Toad whispered.

Mario shook his head. He will admit that he did find Peach to be beautiful and fun, but it’s not like she was romantically interested in him. He was sure she just saw him as a good friend. He decided he could live with that. Hard as it may be.

“Well, let’s get going,” Luigi said. “Times a wasting.”

“Mario and I will head north. You two take the south,” Peach pointed out to show directions.

“On it!” Toad said.

The four split up into to their assigned teams and began to search for the fruits previously mentioned.

“I really hope Y/N is doing okay,” Peach said to Mario as they trekked through rainforest like terrain. “I feel awful letting her get captured.”

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Mario said trying to comfort the princess. “We’ll get to her. I am worried too, but we can’t give up.”

“Right. I shouldn’t worry so much. Usually, it’s me who’s super hopeful with everything.”

“Well, even hopeful people can get down at times. That’s why it’s good to have others around you to help bring in some positivity,” Mario attempted in making the princess feel better.

She smiled, “You’re right. We’ll get her back. We got this.”

“That’s the spirit!”

The princess and plumber continued to chat about various topics until reaching a tree that had more apples than one could count for.

“Wow! Impressive!” Mario took in the tree with awe. Never had he seen so many apples. It was astounding to see such a tree produce so much fruit.

“Yep, pretty incredible.” Peach smiled, amused at Mario’s reaction. “Shall we start picking?”

“Yeah. Let’s get to it!” Mario said.

The two then began picking out some apples.

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Y/N sighed as she finished singing Almost Lover. She wiped her eyes of the tears that had cascaded down her face. Should she say something to Bowser about this whole songwriting being pointless? Could she endure what his reaction would be if she chose to say anything? She didn’t want to be in the same position as before. The grip he had on her when she was grabbed was strong. The claws from him could easily pierce her skin and she didn’t want to get such injuries.

She shook her head. She needed to keep herself safe until rescue arrived. She wanted to still believe that Mario, Peach, and the others would be coming to her aid. She wished they were already here, but she had to give them time. It can’t be easy storming a castle of this magnitude with many guards and troops at the ready. Plus, Bowser was very terrifying when he wanted to be. She was sure they were planning out some sort of strategy to get to her.

She annoyed herself with these repeating thoughts about Bowser. She felt like a broken record stuck on the same verse of a song. Then again though, what else was she supposed to ponder over? She liked the time spent with Bowser in the library and could see his soft side. She genuinely wanted him to be happy, but how was she supposed to express that when he could easily blow a fuse?

Perhaps, maybe it was best to let everything play out. She knew it would hurt him, but she just didn’t know what else to do. Maybe, if she waited for a certain moment to arrive, she could tell him. Part of her still wanted to tell him that he should move on. She wasn’t sure either on when the right moment would be. Maybe her gut feeling could help her out with that. Having learned her lesson that she should always listen to her gut feeling before, she could use that to her advantage.

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Bowser was resting his eyes and concentrating on images of his Peaches. Her beautiful, long blond hair, dazzling blue eyes, and her pink dress that suit her perfectly. He smiled when seeing the image of the princess. He then pictured himself and her sitting outside, he plays his song on the piano, and she sits on top of the piano as he sings to her. She was smiling at him with tenderness as she took in his words. Bowser gazed up at her with glee in his red eyes.

The words and notes flowed with elegance as the scenery around them brought about serenity. The waterfall cascading and the gentle breeze brushing the blades of green grass helped to make the scenery that much more enchanting. The princess and king were locking eyes with one another and slowly leaning in. The turtle grew nervous, but excited as their faces inched closer to each other.

Suddenly, the image of Peach disappeared and changed into a different silhouette. The silhouette revealed itself to have (hair length and hair color) and (eye color) gazing at him with adoration. She sat upon the piano and smiled at Bowser. Y/N had once again made herself appear at the most inconvenient of times. Bowser opened his eyes and shook his head. He sighed irritably as the image of his princess was again replaced by his songwriter.

Maybe it was time for him to be rid of her? No. He couldn’t do that yet. He still needed her to play the hostage. Perhaps it was high time to treat her as a hostage once again by keeping her in a cage. Only this time, put her in a cage that is in his dungeon. Yes. That should do perfectly. He smirked to himself as he got up from his bed.

“Kamek!” He called out.

The wizard instantly appeared, “Yes Sire?”

“Bring the songwriter to the throne room. I have some details to discuss with her.”

“Yes, my King.” The wizard bowed and disappeared.

Bowser walked out of his room and made his way toward his throne room. He reached the room in no time. He sat down and waited for the wizard to return with the human.

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Knocking on the door startled Y/N out of her thoughts, “Uh yes, come in.”

The wizard opened the door, “His majesty is requesting your presence in the throne room.”

“Oh, okay.” Y/N got up from her bed and followed Kamek out of her room.

Both walked in silence to the throne room. There sitting in his chair was Bowser. Kamek brought Y/N up to him and then stood back.

“Songwriter, good to see you,” Bowser said as stood up.

“Um…good to see you too…” Y/N said feeling slightly awkward.

“Kamek, close the doors,” Bowser ordered his wizard.

“Right away Sire,” Kamek responded and did as his king told him.

“So, Y/N, I have something important to tell you. Before that, I was curious. Why could I hear you sounding like you were on the verge of tears earlier?” Bowser decided he would go ahead and ask her about that anyway.

Y/N’s eyes widened. She wasn’t expecting him to ask her that so suddenly. She didn’t even think he heard her, and he had. Her gut feeling came on, telling her she needs to tell him now. She was scared, but what was she supposed to do otherwise? She supposed, if he listened, she could intertwine it with her own personal experience in the matters of the heart.

“I uh…” Y/N took in a deep breath in and out, ‘Don’t be nervous.’ She calmed herself and began again, “I was thinking about a time I went through with heartbreak…”

Bowser was now intrigued, “What happened with that?”

“I was…played a fool. The guy I was with, I really liked him, and he didn’t like me in return. He deceived me. He acted like he really cared about me when in the end he didn’t. It was a joke to him.” Y/N’s eyes began to water a little bit.

Bowser took notice of this and decided to not interject for now.

“He was in love with someone else the whole time. He just used me on the side for entertainment. He wanted a good laugh for himself and with his friends. I fell for his act. I was blinded by my own infatuation of him that I couldn’t see what he was really doing.” Y/N sputtered, and the tears came crashing down.

Bowser was feeling heavy now for Y/N. How horrible to be used in that way and yet, here he was using her. Granted, not for the same thing, but still using her…he had to follow through though. He had to for the sake of his sanity. He wanted Peaches to be at his side forever. He didn’t want Y/N to interfere.

Y/N calmed her crying down, “Bowser I…” This was it. She had to say something to him now. “What happened to me, I don’t want to happen to you. I know how you feel about the princess, but it’s not worth it to have your heart broken. You know how the princess feels about you-“

“The princess is not like that guy from your past! She will fall in love with me, and my heart will not be broken!” Bowser roared. He was determined to have his Peaches by his side.

Y/N, stunned from the yelling for a few seconds, recovered, “It’s worthwhile to go after someone who genuinely feels the same as you. I don’t want to see you hurt. The princess will never feel the way you do for her.”

Bowser’s eyes glowed in rage with a fire of fury, “Just because you had that heartbreak doesn’t mean I will have that heartbreak. My ending will not be like yours. Mine will be happy and joyful, not sad, and miserable.”

Y/N was trembling. She had told him what she wanted to and yet, it didn’t make a difference. Of course, one must choose what to do for themselves. One can say as much as they want to, but at the end of day, the person in question must decide on what they will do. She had just hoped that maybe he would consider her words, but this was a moment meant for daydreams only.

Bowser once again felt heavy for speaking to Y/N in such a way, but he had to follow through on his plans, “I have decided to put you in the dungeons. You will play your part as I had originally intended for you. The part of the hostage. Kamek will take you to your new lodgings now.”

Y/N gasped as she looked up at him with sadness. Why? Why did he have to harden his heart? She thought maybe he was trying to be better, maybe he would see what she was getting at, but it all seemed to be a lie. She put her head down and Kamek, using his magic, bound her wrists together in chains behind her back.

“Get her out of my sight,” Bowser spoke coldly.

“Yes Sire,” Kamek responded. He then transported himself and Y/N out of the throne room.

Bowser walked back to his chair and sat down. Now that he had put Y/N in the dungeons and would begin to treat her as a hostage, he felt he could really focus on what was important. Making Princess Peach his and making her see that he could give her everything and more. He closed his eyes and imagined his princess once again. He wanted to present the song to her very soon. He would have to plan to travel to the Mushroom Kingdom shortly.

Wait a second…with Y/N playing hostage, he could just let the princess come to him. Now that he thought about it, he was sure that Peaches along with those pesky plumbers were on their way here. Yes. Let his love come to him and he had the perfect bait. Y/N. He could then have the princess come with him to the music room where he would sing his heart to her. After that, Peaches will fall in love with him, and he would get another shot at his fairytale wedding.

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“How about these bananas? They look good,” Toad asked holding them up to Luigi.

“Yeah, I think those would be alright,” Luigi said.

“You know that Mario likes the princess, right?” Toad asked as he put a few bananas into his backpack.

“I do. I’ve told him before he should just tell her. I think she may feel the same way. Why pair us off together and her and my brother together otherwise?”

“Exactly! We should try to set them up on a date after we get Y/N back!”

Luigi chuckled, “I agree with you. I think my brother needs it.”

“I think so too. How about you. Anyone in your life?” Toad asked.

“Uh, not really…I mean, I haven’t exactly dated a whole lot myself. I would like to find a nice woman and settle down one day though. Just haven’t met the right girl yet.” Luigi felt a bit embarrassed.

“Hmm…I wonder…” Toad had an idea for Luigi but didn’t want to say it yet.

“Huh? Wonder what?” The plumber asked.

“Ah nothing to worry about now. C’mon, let’s head on back to Mario and the princess. I think we have a good amount of food,” Toad said.

Luigi gave the mushroom man a suspicious look but decided to play along, “Alright. Yeah, we have enough food.”

The two made their way back to the area they had stayed at earlier and waited for the other plumber and princess to return. Luigi sat down against the tree trunk and Toad joined him.

“So, what about you Toad? Dating?” Luigi decided to pop the question back at the mushroom man.

“Na. No interest right now. Plus, it is hard to find a female among so many males in the Mushroom Kingdom,” Toad answered.

“Ah, yeah, that is tough,” Luigi agreed. He did see many more males than females when having been through the Mushroom Kingdom.

The two decided to rest their eyes while waiting for Mario and Peach to return.

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“You think that the kongs will really be okay with riding on Yoshies?” Mario asked.

“I would like to think so. If not, I know the Yoshies could still help us out and the kongs can bring whatever is easier for them,” Peach replied.

“Yeah, that’s true. Hey, want to bring this melon along?” Mario held up a big melon.

“That one looks good. Let’s take it,” Peach said as she inspected it. “I think we have enough food for now and I’m sure Luigi and Toad found a good amount.”

“I think so too,” Mario agreed.

The two made their way back to the tree they had taken shelter at earlier to find Luigi and Toad sleeping.

“As much as I don’t want to disturb them, we need to get a move on,” Peach said.

“They’ll understand,” Mario replied.

The princess and plumber in red made their way over to the plumber in green and mushroom man.

Mario put a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “Hey Lu, wake up. We need to get going.”

Luigi groggily opened his eyes and looked up at his brother, “Okay.” He slowly got up and stretched his limbs.

“Toad, time to get up,” Peach said as she lightly shook the mushroom man by his shoulder.

“H-Huh?” Toad slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the princess. He got up and stretched.

After Luigi and Toad had finished stretching, the four of them talked about how they were going to lure the Yoshies to them. They wanted to each catch a Yoshi and then make their way to the Jungle Kingdom before it got too dark out. They all decided to stick together to catch the Yoshies.

They each set up a trail of the various fruits and hid in some nearby bushes waiting for some Yoshies to come up to the delicious looking fruit. The waiting wasn’t too long. Soon, 6 Yoshies came up to the trail and began eating some of the fruit. The Yoshies were pink, yellow, red, blue, purple, and green. The four friends slowly walked out from behind the bushes and carefully made their way over to the occupied Yoshies.

Peach carefully made her way over to the pink one, gently petting it and picking up an apple to feed it to the Yoshi. The Yoshi was startled but calmed down and ate the fruit the princess was offering.

“That’s it. We won’t hurt you. We need your help,” Peach spoke in a calm voice. “Would you please help us?”

The pink Yoshi nodded in agreement and lowered itself so that the princess could climb onto its back. The princess sat down on the red like saddle the Yoshi had and held onto the back of it. She waited for the plumbers and mushroom man to get a Yoshi.

Mario, spotting the red one, quietly crept up behind it picking up a banana along the way. He tried doing what he had seen Peach do by gently petting it and offering the banana to the Yoshi.

“Hey there Yoshi. We really need your help,” Mario said in a relaxed voice. “Would you please aid my friends and I?”

The red Yoshi looked at Mario in question and nodded. It ate the banana from Mario’s hand and lowered itself down. Mario got up onto the red Yoshi.

“This is sort of like riding a horse,” Mario said as he was steadying himself.

“Riding a horse?” Peach asked.

“Oh. Guess you haven’t seen horses. They’re tall and they have saddles you sit on to ride them. They are taller than the Yoshies. I could show you a picture of a horse later,” Mario replied.

“So, it sounds like you have done horseback riding before?”

“Eh, not really. Lu and I knew someone who did horseback riding before, and we had watched him perform a few stunts in a big competition with his horse. Pretty tricky stuff.”

“Sounds like it, but it does sound interesting.”

“Well, come back to our world and maybe we can take you to one of those shows.”

“Including riding lessons?”

Mario rubbed his hand on the back of his head, “Uh sure…the lessons aren’t cheap though. They are expensive to get. Maybe we could work something out with that friend of ours…”

Peach smiled, “That would be great!”

“I’ll see what we can do later then,” Mario said smiling back at the princess.

Luigi and Toad eventually got onto their Yoshies. Luigi chose the green one while Toad chose the yellow one. The blue and purple Yoshies had left after getting more of their fill from the fruit left on the trail.

“Looks like we’re ready to go,” Peach said.

“I think so,” Luigi responded.

“Alright. To the Jungle Kingdom!” Toad said excitedly.

The princess began leading the way and the other three followed her. The sun was nearing dusk, but Peach could tell that they were still making good time and would arrive at the Jungle Kingdom soon.

‘We’ll get you away from Bowser soon Y/N. Just hang on,’ Peach thought as she and the others continued riding the Yoshies.

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“In you go,” Kamek said as he lightly pushed Y/N into the cell. The two had entered a dungeon covered with stones.

Y/N stumbled a bit but remained on her feet.

The wizard closed the large steel bar door and locked it.

Y/N watched the wizard walk away and crumpled to the stone floor beneath her. The place was cold and dreary. She was heartbroken. Bowser was using her just as she should’ve expected. Of course, she knew he wanted her to help him out, but still. When she had been with him in the library, it was so nice to see the kind side of him. She was hoping that maybe slowly the king of the koopas was changing.

He had once again done a 180 on her. He acted aggressive and uncaring toward her. She was nothing more than a tool for him to use against the princess. Y/N could tell that he was going to force the princess to love him. She shook her head. Of course, he wasn’t going to listen to her. He would learn his lesson the hard way then. She hated being cuffed up. The cuffs were beginning to irritate her skin. She knew she was slowly getting angry red marks on her wrists.

Y/N sighed and scooted herself over to sit against the stone wall behind her. She leaned her head up, staring at the stone ceiling. She was tired. So tired of being thrown around from one place to another. Being told to stay in a cage like a bird, next being treated better, then going into a dungeon. Why couldn’t she be locked up in the room she was given?

Oh. Right. Because Bowser wanted to treat her as a hostage. No duh Y/N. She closed her eyes and decided to try and think about the happier times in her life. Her life hadn’t been all bad. There were some good moments. It was wonderful getting the opportunity to do a job she enjoyed and live in a new place. While scary, it was exciting. She got to meet Mario and Luigi who were so nice and kind to her.

Meeting Peach and Toad was fun as well. She appreciated how much they took their time with showing her around the Mushroom Kingdom and the castle. Getting to sing one of her favorite songs for her friends was nice too. The jewelry and dresses that the princess had in her castle were gorgeous. Y/N smiled over these memories and next thought about her family.

How grateful she felt to have a loving mother, father, and sister. They all had done so much for her, and she appreciated that. She hoped that she would be able to see everyone again. She was grateful too for the people from her job. Her coworkers were wonderful and fun to work with. Though she hadn’t been with them long, they all showed her so much kindness and care. It’s always fun to go to work when you can work with people who are a joy to be around.

Y/N opened her eyes and stared at the bars in front of her. She didn’t like being caged up again. She decided that she would no longer try to do anything for Bowser in terms of helping him with his heart. If he wants his heart broken, so be it. She had already tried to say everything she could to him, and he didn’t want to take it. She would instead hope that he would truly learn his lesson through this heartbreak and decide to do better for himself later.

She wanted to try and go back to thinking about happier times in her life. She once again closed her eyes and let some of her fun childhood memories play in her mind.

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Bowser had left his throne room to practice more of his song for Peaches. He played each note with care and sang with as much love as he could. Peaches is the only person who can make him happy. He smiled as he looked at the picture of the princess in pink. He couldn’t wait to look at her in person, not having to stare at a photograph anymore. His heart swelled with excitement at that thought.

The scenery in the music room had reflected the scene he wanted to use for the princess. The waterfall, grassy field and the moon shining brightly. It was a perfect setting. As cliché as it was, the king did not care. He wanted his confession to be like that of a fairytale too besides having his wedding be like that. He would work hard on making all of this come true. After he played his song and after Peaches said she felt the same, he would ask her again to marry him.

The princess would be delighted and say yes, giving him a big smooch. She would wear a different dress from the one he had her wear last time. It would be elegant and fit her in all the right places. It would be white, but it would be more decorative too. Not overly so, but just enough to show off intricate details while still being elegant.

She would walk up the aisle toward him and he would be dazzled at her appearance. Her hair would be done up and decorated with flowers. Her veil would be white covering her face and go to about mid back. She would have a train with her dress extending out a few inches. She would wear a necklace of matching flowers and earrings. Her shoes would be made of glass and high heeled with a flower on top of them. She would literally take his breath away. The perfect image of a beautiful bride.

Bowser got giddy thinking over all of that. As he smiled, someone else made an appearance in his mind. Someone he wished would disappear completely from his thoughts. Y/N. His heart felt annoyed and yet heavy. He will not deny that he enjoyed the time they had together in his library, but she is not the love of his life. Why was he feeling almost melancholy towards her? Because of what he said? Because of what he did to her? He knew he shouldn’t be questioning himself this way. He knew the answers.

He knew he had to do them. If he didn’t, she would continue to plague his mind. Yet, even as he did everything, she still invaded him. How he hated that she showed up whenever he would try to picture his precious Peaches! Y/N was getting the way of everything! Even his mentality! He can’t get rid of her yet. She still needed to be the hostage.

Bowser growled irritably. Why had he gone so soft on her in the library? Why had he done the playful the banter? Why did he find her cute? Why did he find her voice beautiful? Why is he asking himself all these questions?! He roared and slammed the lid of the piano case. He knew all these answers. He didn’t want to admit it, but…he couldn’t deny it to himself. He did have a fondness for Y/N. He was hurting because he hurt her.

His stubbornness wouldn’t allow him to express that fondness to Y/N any longer. He wanted to focus on the princess just as he originally planned. He had to. He didn’t want to do things any other way. Yet…this lingering feeling of…what was it? Regret? It filled him up. He knew he shouldn’t have treated Y/N the way he did…but it’s too late now. She probably despises him at this point. He should be happy with that because he could then get his priorities straight. However, deep down inside…he couldn’t focus.

What was he to do with his mentality, his thoughts on Y/N? Did he want Y/N to…have fondness of him too?

Link for Chapter 7: https://www.tumblr.com/xserenemeadowsx/724798091751030784/unconditional-love-chapter-7?source=share

[indigo474]

march 2nd 2025

I day closer to nicer weather. I test drove a car yesterday. I was hoping I wouldn't like it- I could stop thinking about it and pick another more practical car. I think I might be in love-like that was a really REALLY good first date. Madison asked me 2x on a very short ride how fast we were going. we were doing 40 max but it felt like 400. she has never asked me how fast we were going. I hung out with Ryan and i'm not feeling it. when I picked him up he was angry-at everything. Dude- it's Saturday morning-way too early to be angry about anything. Our workout was ok but he wasn't happy to hear I wasn't hanging out. luckily everything he had to do was in the same shopping center as the gym. a trip to Wawa turned into him being angry again and I am just not feeling the vibe. immature to the max. And dude seriously thinks i want t spend my Saturday driving him around to get HIS shit done. I have my own shit to get done and he has nothing to give in return not even a good attitude. I don't think he asked me one question about myself or my week or Madison. the only time he was ok was when we were lifting. I'm sorry your life sucks although I would imagine being in kind of jail is better than being in prison - I'm not sure what he was bitching about . ALL I WANTED WAS a WORKOUT PARTNER. I sent my mom a link to the car I looked at yesterday hoping maybe for some sort of exchange about the car- nope, she accused me of putting something on her phone and told me to get it the fuck off her phone. I wasnt sure if I would be able to drive another stick. I've only ever driven one -I was so nervous. I asked the guy if I was going to be able to drive it- he asked if I could drive stick. I told him I was driving one now but its the only one I've ever driven. he said I should be fine because they are all similar. he was right- the car was very forgiving. Madison kept asking me if it was suppose to sound like that- I think so? if I don't get the car I want now,when? probably never. I'm already behind on saving for retirement. at this point I will never be able to catch up- I forfeited any chance of retirement by staying home with my kids for 20 years and believing a psychopath was going to somehow provide for me in my old age. I don't know that buying a car is really going to set me back that much as far as "retirement" goes. the truly responsible thing to do would be to take the money and use it to pay off my mortgage.

sometimes i think if if I was the last person left alive in earth I would be OK with it. I am not a huge fan of people. I have found in my life that people are just mean and miserable. I have to toughen up and not let them bother me. I get shit on for dong my job- ohh you hate me for answering the phone and talking to an angry customer that you couldn't handle. ok got it- or you hate me because I don't fuck with you at all. I don't know anyone in work enough to actually hate them. there are personalities I like and some I don't but I treat them all with kindness because I think it matters. to hear people are shit talking me just sucks. why is my name in your mouth. Im tired of being strong. I want to be soft. I am strong- I know I am-ive been strong forever. I want to be soft. its time. it's not easy being sensitive and I don't know how to change it. I have also decided that I am going to love every inch of myself- its time for that too.

regardless of what I decide I am going to need to do something about my car or a car or something. Luigi is in rough shape.

[silenzahra]

omg Zahra you wanna know what I thought about

Violet waking up from a nightmare one night and going to Luigi and Daisy, and of course they immediately wake up in alarm. She says there’s a monster under her bed.

Luigi, completely knowing that absolutely anything is possible in the world, almost actually believed her, but that didn’t stop him from trembling a bit, for her and himself. He was shaken half from exhaustion, and half from a paranormal encounter he had recently.

Daisy (and unbeknownst to them, Violet) takes notice of Luigi’s reaction, and immediately steps up to take care of the monster.

After all that’s done and once Violet is tucked in, Daisy is stopped by her daughter with a question. “Why was papa shaking? Is he scared of the monster too?” She asked.

This would be the night where Daisy explains fears and hope Luigi has a lot of them. BUT she makes sure to instill in Violet’s mind that her father is not any less brave, because he’ll be the bravest person she ever knows. Daisy explains how he’s facing his fears everyday, big and small, for himself and for the both of them.

Now Luigi was already a hero to Violet, but this just put everything into place. Her papa is without a doubt the coolest person in the world. She makes a vow to herself that when she grows older, she’ll protect her papa and mama with all her life.

…I need to sleep

BOMA YOU MASTER MIND

OH GOSH OH GOSH OH GOSH I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH

The image of little Violet tucked in bed and being all determined to become the protector of her papa and her mama, and thus imagining herself as the greatest warrior of her empire mY GOD

This is not only absolutely PERFECT and extremely tender and heartwarming, but also fits incredibly well with Violet doing her utmost once her mama starts training her and teaching her how to fight. Now she has double reason to learn, one that goes beyond herself, so of course she'll give it her all and there will be NO ONE who can stand up to her in a fight!! She'll become even stronger than her mama and that's saying A LOT!!

AKDJFHGUSIAOKDZ bestie I swear, you're giving me IDEAS!!!!!!! 👀👀👀👀👀🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

I'm eating this UP, this is from now on absolutely CANON to our Violet and I can't thank you enough for sending this WONDERFUL idea into my inbox, bestie!!!! 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

Also, I hope you could get enough sleep!!! 🫂💖💖

@megamagimugi @vulpixfairy1985 @kelbreyworshipper @keakruiser @pepperycar @peaches2217 @itsavee4117 @dragon-fly34 @eleventhhourfactor YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY READ THIS

[agumonger]

1, 7, 14, 18, 26, 37, 55 and 76 (this one specifically about rh) for that fanfic ask post

1 Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

Multi-chaptered. It's very rare for me to do one-shots, but I wanna look more into them because they're a lot simpler to make. I just really like the progression in multi-chaptered fics. 1000noches is kind of both, as its has "chapters" but it's an extremely short and simple story.

7 How do you choose which POV to write from?

It depends on the scene, which character needs to be developed more, and which character does most of the action or undergoes the biggest development.

For example, picture a scene where Alice tells Bob a secret she's been hiding. If you want to focus the scene on Alice opening up, you write from her POV. If you want to focus on Bob's reaction and how he feels about the secret, you write from his POV. I also recommend Alice's POV if the reader already knows about that secret, in which case we'll probably find Alice more relatable since we know the same information as she does. If we don't know the secret either, we're more likely to feel like Bob.

As another example, if a character has to "learn a lesson" in a scene, and we are meant to experience that lesson too, we should be on the POV of the character who goes through that lesson.

Or at least that's how I feel. I also personally avoid writing from the villain's POV for *too long* unless they're meant to be sympathetic - I often handle their scenes from their henchmen's POV. If they're "irredeemably evil", too much immersion into their POV might make them feel like they need positive development - or is this just a me thing? Oh, unless the villain is comedic and cartoony like Bowser. Then go ham.

14 how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?how do you write emotional scenes?

Oh, ho ho. Yeah? Yeah. Yeah I do. I kind of try to imagine how I would feel, then code it through the character's own personality and background. And sometimes I've noticed my eyes getting wet. But I've recently become the kind of person who cries at movies sometimes. I think at times I almost cried during the fucking Mario movie. When Mario and Luigi reunite. Them feels...

And... yeah. I get sort of inspired by my own experience but I morph everything so it doesn't become the story of my own life. I try to not to indirectly reference real people or real events I've gone through. A good example is Bruno's silent panic attack in chapter 4 due to his bad grades. It was inspired by one time I realized I had to repeat a whole year and cried my heart out at the high school bathroom. Writing that scene felt incredibly cathartic, and it weirdly helped me find some closure after some complicated years.

Something I've noticed about emotional scenes is that they usually need buildup. In order for us to care about a character, we need to through a journey with them, get to know them. Emotional resolutions become more poignant when there's some story building up to it. In book 1 it's gradually hinted at that Briana is not yet okay, and though I feel I should tweak some of the buildup, when it all breaks down in chapter 9, it breaks hard because it's been bubbling up for six or seven chapters. Maintaining a certain degree of relatability, without hammering the point home over and over again, is key, or else we won't connect with the emotion and the scene will either feel hollow or cheesy.

18 Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Honestly... before. I'm such an avid pre-planner with my stories, that I usually have a draft of the whole plot, a title, a theme and a bunch of characters before I even start actually writing.

I don't really know how I come up with them. I usually try to think "is there a theme running through the story?", "what kind of feel do I want it to have?", "can I sum it up in two or three words?"

I usually try to make my titles: memorable, concise, descriptive, distinct, searchable (!) and honest.

Oddly enough, my only regret with Someday as a title is... how common it is as a word. When I search "yume nikki someday", sometimes I get lots of "oh I'd love to play Yume Nikki someday but i don't have the time right now" and stuff. Since thing happened infamously with Digimon Adventure's 2020 adaptation, called... Digimon Adventure:. Yes, with a colon. And you don't pronounce it. You're supposed to just say "Digimon Adventure" out loud. The colon also doesn't show up in some places, such as a hashtags, so when you search the adaptation online, you find the original from 1999. Terrible choice.

By "honest" I mean, make sure the title actually has something to do with the story or theme. SO many books have the word "devil" in the title to make them more intriguing and marketable but they're just random thrillers or something. For me, two to three words is the key, even better if they can be hashtag'd. Make it relevant to the story or themes, make it pronounceable!!! A lot of people keep calling Digimon Extend "Digimon Extended" for some reason. Really, keep it simple, people don't have good memory. (?)

26 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

1000noches (La noche de las mil noches), for real. I wrote it in a month, one chapter per day (each chapter was about a page long), then I illustrated it, one drawing per day, I posted once a day, I ATE Shinanne's Digimon 02 meta at a breakneck pace and literally changed my entire perception of Daisuke while I wrote it. It was made in a frenzy and it's my most successful fanfic yet. But then again, it's short, simple, and it features popular characters.

37 How do you choose where to end a chapter?

Well, I usually try to center each chapter around a theme. My biggest two examples are Extend and Regulus Harbor. In most of their chapters, the theme is either a confrontation or a lore revelation, or an introduction, or characters coming to terms with something. I like it when you can call a chapter "the one where X happens" in just one sentence.

But I don't think I'm that great at deciding what should go in each chapter... I often just add scenes in order until I reach 15-20 pages because it's the chapter length I like, but this is very arbitrary. Sometimes I have to move scenes to the next chapter because of this... often these haphazard chapters are the ones without a main confrontation going on.

In Digimon, setting up a chapter flow is easy. You introduce some concepts, have a bad guy of the week show up, fight, advance the plot in some way, then point towards the next step.

In Regulus Harbor, I've noticed I usually do it roughly by going through one day chronologically. Which means that chapters often begin with Itsuki or Danny (more or less diurnal charas), and end with Lydia, Fermi, Gakkoros or Jokesta (nocturnal charas). I also like to have an introductory scene and an outro/cliffhanger scene that shows where the plot is headed next.

55 Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

I absolutely adored writing Goupemon and Blightmon, the villains, back in Digimon Extend. And also Sketchmon, the comic relief. In Regulus Harbor, I love writing Gakkoros and Jokesta, the main uh... antagonistic force? And also comic relief kind of. But I also love writing Danny because he means a lot to me, he's one of my oldest OCs. And of course, my boy Itsuki. I think Jokesta is my fave to write. That has been amplified by my readers' reactions to my comedy scenes... apparently I'm good at writing random comedic characters!? Says a lot, huh. I wonder how I learned that. (Please watch Nichijou.) Usually my favorite characters to write are my audience's favorite characters. Can you guys tell I'm having a great time or...?

76 Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of [Fanfic Name]?

I know this one's for RH but I'll do it for Extend too. I had this mini-arc at the beginning of season 3 where Monmon and her three uh... former family members...? would be sent to different universes along with the protagonists. I don't remember why I wanted to do it. I also cancelled a lot of stuff season 2 was supposed to have - more Armor evolutions, more time for Iván to shine in his "evil self" (?) but halfway through I realized it was getting stale so I cut all filler and went straight to the endgame before Goupemon's return. Oh and also Goupemon was going to be semi-redeemed - Pandemmon was going to be the final boss. There was also going to be a meeting with the 02 cast full of mistranslation moments.

As for Regulus Harbor, it was originally going to have 14 Reached, and Lydia didn't exist until very late in "production". Before I came up with Fermi, she was supposed to have an unrequited crush on Danny, which is why she acts so weird around him in chapter 1, and why Fermi isn't there yet. I retconned this as Lydia just being really giddy about finding a new Reached with potential and not having to rely only on the children.

Regulus Harbor actually has... tons of scrapped ideas behind, mostly leftovers from when it was a... Spyro fanfic idea? Mixed with an AU with a small Digimon cameo? The original idea was a fangame-type story based on Spyro: A Hero's Tail with 14 player characters with different elemental powers. The 14+2 element symbols are here. You may recognize these symbols as they were used for a map in my game, 311. This was [REDACTED] believe I came up with it so long ago. The scrapped elemental powers are Rock (merged into Earth), Space, Qi (merged into Life), and Crystal (will appear not as an element but something else :3).

The AU thing had a cameo from Devimon... who absorbed the power of all Dark Gems in the world (this is a Spyro concept, there were 40 in the game + 150 in my story +10 more in the AU) AND this was the original idea for Gakkoros!!! YEAH. He would eventually become something like "the incarnation of darkness itself", called Darkuro back then. Again, YEAH. It was 2007... Also, a character based on Ophanimon, called Lishiro (later Ilendora) would try to purify him, and I kept changing Darkuro's redeemability. Deciding on a final veredict took me years, and so far I'm really happy with the result.

Ishmael was going to be a human, powerless incarnation of Gakkoros, trying to get his power back. RH was going to take place in New York in real life, only with humans, all of them coming from different places in the world. The cursed mirror idea is actually very old, from ~2010 probably.

Itsuki's inclusion in the story was extremely late, not decided until 2018-2019. An old OC named Nano, the oldest character of ALL of them, created around 2005, was going to be there instead. Nano's personality was divided into Panuk and Itsuki. Interestingly, you can see a door representing him in Someday's Meta-Nexus. All of the Meta-Nexus doors represent OCs from different stories in different universes, most of which I didn't write at all. Panuk's door is actually repurposed from Víctor's, from Digimon Extend. I've actually been thinking of replacing one of the doors with a new one for Víctor or Joaquín, since it was for a Homestuck OC... and I'm so over that phase :')

There are more unused ideas but I still have them around my head just in case I do use them.

Also, if you've read a11 of this, uh, yeah! Thanks! And you're welcome. ???

[useless19]

Might I suggest a specific example loosely based on a fic I read years ago? (I'm picturing it as human!au for ease, but it should work for any sort of non-royalty all living in the same city au).

Luigi comes out as gay and his family aren't fantastic about it. There's no disowning or genuine hate, but neither is there the sort of support he was hoping for. Some aunts keep saying 'when you get a girlfriend' and he has to correct them every single time, and the usual family ribbing sometimes takes an angle that hits him harder than he'd like to admit. But it's fine! It's totally fine! Luigi just has to put up with it for a while and it'll die down enough that he can brush off the teasing - it's no worse than the comments he got for dropping his electrician course to follow Mario into plumbing, honestly.

Mario, on the other hand, is furious with their family. Luigi told him months ago and he only spent half a day alternating between stupid questions ('but wasn't there that thing with Daisy?' and 'is that why you were obsessed with that Olympic fencer?') and reassuring Luigi that he'd always be his best friend, until Luigi told him to stop being so smothering (with a smile and none of his initial nervousness when he asked Mario if they could talk that morning).

So, when Mario spots the ad while scrolling for something plumbing related, he urges Luigi to go for it. Luigi is less sure. He raises all kinds of objections and eventually puts his foots down - he's not bringing a probable serial-killer with 'photos of up to 8 kids he can pass off as his own' to thanksgiving thank you very much!

Mario isn't going to force Luigi to do something he doesn't want to do, but last time it took years for the comments about Luigi's life choices to simmer down and he wants Luigi to be happy. What's a big brother to do? Confirm with the guy that he's still available and tell his mom that he's going to be bringing a date to thanksgiving, obviously. Everyone assumes that Mario has finally worked up the guts to ask Peach out so of course he can bring his girlfriend (Mario doesn't correct the assumption, but he does warn Luigi).

Thankfully, Mario arranges a meetup before the day so their cover isn't immediately blown when his rival shows up and they nearly get into a fight. Eventually they stop shouting at each other long enough to discuss plans and Bowser is 100% on board. He might not like Mario, but he loves causing chaos (which is why he posted the advert in the first place).

Bowser gets 2 rules to follow: 1) No starting physical fights with anyone who doesn't throw the first punch 2) He can be as mean as he likes to everyone, including Mario, but he can't be mean to Luigi

The day rolls around and things go down exactly like Mario was hoping. Bowser can be truly awful when he puts his mind to it and the looks on everyone's faces when Mario introduced him as his boyfriend was priceless. Bowser doesn't get shy or nervous, he will fill any awkward silence, demand to be the centre of attention, and always has something (usually bad) to say about everything. He even manages to remember to be nice to Luigi most of the time, which is the only part Mario was really worried about.

And then Luigi laughs at one of Bowser's terrible jokes. It's only a quiet snigger, but Bowser notices and tries to get him to laugh again. And again. Bowser's never really learnt the fine art of ignoring people, so when he's going all out to draw attention he can't not interact with his fake date's brother. Which, for lack of practice at talking nicely, turns into flirting. Luigi doesn't entirely respond to it, but he also doesn't not respond to it either.

Finally, the dinner's over, and Bowser gets all but thrown out. He had a good time, so he doesn't make good on his empty threats to set fire to the building (you get done for arson one time and it's all everyone knows about you). He's halfway home when he gets a text from Luigi, saying that he got Bowser's number from Mario (he hopes that's ok!) and would Bowser be interested in coming to Christmas dinner too? As Luigi's date? Not that it has to be a date date. Unless that's something he's interested in? Which Luigi understands if not. But maybe...?

Bowser snorts and texts back 'at least buy me dinner first'. He gets back a 'You literally just ate four full plates and dessert' then 'Oh', 'I'm free Monday?'.

(Luigi tells Mario the next day, who has to bite his tongue and remind himself that he's going to be supportive before he manages to give Luigi a high-five).

OKAY BUT CAN WE ACKNOWLEDGE that the "alone on thanksgiving? mad at your dad?" is actually PERFECT for bowuigi??? Movie-canon, games-canon, "modern" AU, reverse AU. Every possible variation is a banger, no missed shots.

[peaches2217]

It’s more Expectant Mareach headcanons. I’m. I’m so sorry.

(And because I feel like it never gets enough attention, it's all Very Early Lead-In stuff! C'mon, that's RIPE with fluff potential.)

✨ At the start, Peach is incredibly conflicted towards the thought of having children; she’s got so many doubts and concerns because who wouldn't with an upbringing and history of political conflict as unconventional as hers? And she spends a great deal of time kicking herself over her uncertainty, because Mario’s wanted kids pretty much his entire life. She wants to give him that, and frankly she does want to take this next step with him, and she wants so badly to just dive right in and trust that everything will work out, but she doesn’t know that, and it scares her.

✨ The thing is, no matter how badly he wants to have a kid or ten, Mario’s not about to pressure Peach into it. He loves her so much more than he loves even the idea of fatherhood. If she decides it's not something she wants or feels comfortable with? So be it! He’ll just get a side career as a babysitter or something.

✨ Sometimes Peach will bring up one of her concerns out of the blue, in the middle of the day or late at night in bed, and she and Mario spend hours talking over every possible angle for every topic she presents. She apologizes for her conflicted mind and for taking so long, but he promises he's happy to talk it through and urges her to take her time coming to a conclusion; he’d sooner she give him a definitive no than an uncertain yes.

✨ After many such conversations, counsel with friends to work through all of her thoughts, and entirely too many dreams about Mario snuggling and doting on little brunette and blonde babies that leave her heart aching long after she wakes up, Peach gives him her answer while they’re sharing a private picnic: she wants to raise a family with him, because now she can confidently say that their children will be safe and surrounded with love.

✨ Mario spends a few minutes prodding, making absolutely sure this is her own decision, she’s not just saying this for him, she 100% without a shadow of a doubt wants a baby, a family… and then he just tackles her in kisses. He would have loved and supported her no matter what she told him, but this? Hearing her laugh and repeat his many words of love back to him in the most elated tone while they roll in the grass and realizing she doesn't just want a family, she wants a family with him, and she wants it as badly as he does? It's a dream come true.

✨ Try for Baby #1 occurs about six minutes later.

✨ When Peach starts feeling under the weather round about two months later, and then wakes up at four in the morning violently ill, the possibility that they're officially parents-to-be doesn't occur to them for a few reasons: 1.) There's a Peach/Luigi is Hurt and/or Sick switch in Mario's brain that, when activated, shuts down all internal processing other than protect, comfort, secure, so babies are the last thing on his mind; 2.) Peach is too miserable to think about much other than, well, how miserable she is, and all she can suspect is that she's come down with a bug of some sort; and 3.) they figured it would take longer. Peach has literally only gotten her period once from the day they started trying to now... which, in hindsight, probably should have been a sign.

✨ Mario fills in for her so she can rest and be seen by the castle doctor, so he's not present when Peach gets the news. But rather than insist Toadette pull him out of whatever royal task he's been saddled with today so she can tell him, she instead asks her to fetch Toadsworth.

✨ I've written like two solid pages' worth of that interaction, so to summarize: Toadsworth's an emotional wreck for the next few days. All good emotions! Mostly good emotions. He's both happy and worried, okay? That's his little girl!

✨ She tells Mario that night while they have tea on the balcony. He almost shatters her favorite teapot, because he picks her up and spins her around as soon as it sinks in, laughing in joy and disbelief, and her foot just narrowly misses it. Neither of them notice.

✨ What a coincidence! Luigi arrives back in the Mushroom Kingdom for a visit the next day because he heard Peach wasn't feeling good and wanted to offer support. Mario takes him out to lunch in town, where every Toad within a quarter-mile radius is suddenly subjected to the sight and sounds of their king and his brother shouting at each other in their native tongue, shaking each other by the shoulders, embracing and whooping and jumping up and down and maybe even crying? It's one heck of a scene, but they both seem happy, so everyone assumes it's one of those weird twin moments and leaves them be.

✨ In the interest of keeping the media uninvolved and stress levels as low as possible for as long as possible, it's decided that Peach's pregnancy won't be announced until it starts becoming visibly obvious. Not that there aren't suspicions, of course. A palace worker claims to have seen the king and queen napping together in the shadows of the private garden, their hands conjoined and resting on her stomach. But hey, we all know how unreliable court gossip is, right?

[mrs-gucci]

Burning Calories [blurb] {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

@trubluepensfan​​​

In honor of the new house of gucci clip that just came out . And the last kink week prompt I ask for thigh fucking and Maurizio. Signore Gucci is a very busy man he doesn't have much time with his mia dolcezza.

for anyone that hasn’t seen the new clip (and everyone should because he looks really good in it...just one woman’s opinion ☺️), here’s the link: https://youtu.be/fsEsa0Xfvrc

warnings. SMUT, light humor, reader is Maurizio’s wife, non-penetrative sexual activities, a quickie, cum on panties. **no actual use of Y/N in this fic.

(possible) tw’s. thigh fucking, semi-public smut.

word count: 993

Italian used. ∙ sì, sembra buono = yes, that looks good ∙ grazie = thank you ∙ tesoro = treasure (an affectionate nickname) ∙ bene = good ∙ cazzo = fuck

(NOTE that all the Italian in this fic was found via an online translator service, so it is likely at least partially, if not completely, inaccurate. I have no control over this, as I do not speak a lick of Italian, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes)

"Sì, sembra buono.” Maurizio says as he gives the garment on the mannequin a final once-over.  “Grazie.”

You smile as the woman nods, then rolls it off the stage. The Gucci fashion show is coming up in a few days, so tensions are especially high and Maurizio has been working really hard to pull everything together last-minute.

“Am I allowed to request one of those in my size after the show is finished?”

He turns at the sound of your voice, laughing softly as he wraps an arm around you. “Of course you may. I’m sure Luigi would make it for you, you know he adores you...almost as much as I do.”

“Mm, do I sense a rivalry brewing for my affection?” You laugh, reaching up for a kiss.

His eyebrows raise. “I should hope that I'm the winner, considering you are married to me and not to Luigi.”

“Well, you did express interest in exploring new things to spice up our sex life...”

“Oh tesoro, you are bad.” He laughs, giving your ass a spank as he pulls you in for another kiss. “What brings you to the House this afternoon, besides Luigi?”

You giggle softly, nipping his bottom lip before pulling away. “I made us some lunch. It’s in your office...I thought maybe we could eat together, if you’ve got time?”

“I always have time for you, tesoro.” Maurizio says with a smile, leading you back up towards his office.

His stomach growls in anticipation as he sits down and opens up the Tupperware full of his favorite pasta dish. The two of you eat in a peaceful silence, broken up by the occasional anecdote or a quick chat.

Once he’s finished, he puts his container to the side and pats his lap, wanting you to come over. You saunter over, taking a seat on his thighs and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

He leans forward, lips pressing against your neck and the column of your throat. “What do you say we burn off some of our lunch calories with a little office quickie, hm?”

“Shouldn’t we ask Luigi first?” You laugh softly as he laughs against your skin, shaking his head.

“You’re mean.” His hands come down on your ass before he stands up, shoving you back against the edge of his desk. “Perhaps I shouldn’t fuck you today, after all.”

Eyebrows furrowed, you look up at him. “Then what are we doing?”

He smirks, nose nudging your temple as his breath wafts across your ear.

“You forget, tesoro,” His fingers tease the waistband of your pants. “I do not have to penetrate you to pleasure myself with your body.”

You shudder, letting him yank your pants down before watching him pull down his own. His cock is already hard and getting harder with each passing moment. You bite your lip as he begins stroking himself, jaw clenching to dampen the small grunts and groans that slip out.

“Lotion.” He breathes and you nod, opening the drawer where you know he keeps some lotion during the harsh winter months. “Bene. Take some and rub it in between your thighs.”

Nodding again, you whimper softly as you spread some of the cool, unscented lotion between your thighs. Goosebumps spread down your legs at the sensation and he groans quietly, spreading the lotion over his throbbing shaft.

“Keep your thighs together, tesoro.”

Before you can even reply, he’s wrapping an arm around you and sliding his cock between your lubricated thighs. His eyes flutter shut as a long, low groan passes through his lips.

“Cazzo.”

Your hands wrap around the edge of his wooden desk for support, leaning back against them while his hips begin to rock back and forth. His forehead falls forward onto yours, panting breaths puffing over your lips.

“God, you feel...amazing, s-so good for me.” He groans, hips speeding up as his hands slide down to grip your ass cheeks. “Mm, take it.”

You whimper, letting him pull you flush against his body, hands now free to wrap in his beautiful walnut tresses. Your grip on his locks is firm and he moans softly at the sweet burn, thighs beginning to tremble as his orgasm draws nearer.

His lips mouth at your neck, teeth occasionally joining in whenever his hips give a particularly harsh thrust. You’re enjoying this experience quite a bit, even though it’s not directly physically pleasurable for you. You love watching Maurizio pleasure himself and if you get to be even a small part of that, you’re more than satisfied.

Suddenly, he spins you around and pushes you down onto his desk, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he drills your thighs from behind. He moans aloud, then quickly bites down on his lip to keep quiet. 

“Fuck, I--I’m close.”

“C’mon, cum for me, Mauri.” You say, clenching your thighs as tightly as possible.

He groans, then reaches around and pulls the crotch of your panties down enough to fit the head of his cock in just in time for the first rope of his cum to spurt from the tip.

“O-Ohhhhh tesoro...”

Your eyes flutter shut, a soft sigh leaving your lips as he empties his load onto the crotch of your panties. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and peppers kisses all over your neck before pulling away, gently placing the now-soiled fabric back into its place over your heated center.

Maurizio helps you up and kneels down to pull your pants up, kissing all along the way as he does so before connecting his lips to yours for a proper kiss.

“You have no idea how much I needed that today.” He whispers with a small smile. “Thank you. I promise that when I get home tonight, I will make it up to you several times over.”

You smile, nodding up at him.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

🦇 10/27 kinktober 🦇

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