#Luigi needs a hug

[blendraw]

Stay with me tonight 🌷

[rainnydayzz]

Dress based on jaess_jinx on Twitter!

Then a mini comic I did based on the scenario

[marsi-is-depressed]

Honey, I'm covered in blood

Soft and tired!Luigi Largo x wife!reader

Tw/Cw: mentions of blood

You sat on the floor in your GeneCo room. Outside, it was already dark, and you were preparing for bed. You'd already scrubbed your skin, brushed your teeth, and put on your nicest jammies.

"You startled me, you rascal!" you growl, looking up at Luigi Largo, your eyes widening slightly as you notice his bloodstained clothing. "Can you braid my hair?" You enquire. Luigi tilts his head to one side as he closes the door behind him. "I'm covered in blood and you are asking me if I could braid your hair?" He asks you blankly.

"Is that your blood?" you ask, pointing at his clothing. He simply shakes his head and sits on your bed. "Well then," you respond, sliding backwards between his thighs.

Luigi breathes deeply and grins lightly as he stares down at you, still in lack of belief. "You're insane," he says under his breath, but his hands are already going for the hair tie resting on your wrist.

You lean back gently, relishing the sensation of someone else taking control for a change. Luigi's hands, while saturated with dried blood, are remarkably delicate as he begins splitting your hair into two portions. "You're going to ruin my pyjamas, you know," you remark quietly, your eyes drooping close. Despite his uncomfortable state, his presence feels curiously soothing.

"Don't worry about the pyjamas; I'll give them to the genterns to wash," he says, his voice raspy but less harsh than normal. His fingers glide swiftly, and you realise he's done this before, most likely with Amber.

"So…who's blood is that?" you enquire nonchalantly, not really prepared to confront the issue. It's simpler to speak when his hands are braiding your hair. There is a pause in the atmosphere,

"Do you really want to find out?" he asks, snapping the hair tie to end the first braid. You feel his fingers travel to the next patch of hair, his touch calm and unaffected by the subject. "Perhaps not," you declare, trembling slightly as the chilly night air enters through the window. Luigi's knee twitches slightly when you roll your head back onto his leg to look up at him.

Luigi's eyes widened slightly when your head contacted his inner thigh. "What?" you ask him, perplexed, turning your head slightly. "N...nothing.." He shudders; you've never seen him unwind. You gaze intently into his eyes, hoping to discover an explanation for his unusual behaviour. "I know you've had a bad day; can I help you in any way?" you offer, placing your hand on his leg.

Luigi's eyes flutter as your palm softly rests on his leg. He swallows hard, evidently unaccustomed to this level of care. His eyes, which are normally keen and calculating, soften briefly before he immediately returns to his customary harsh demeanour.

"You don't need to worry about me," he mutters, his voice a little sterner. "I've endured worse." His hands, which were so skilled and confident when braiding your hair, are now fidgeting slightly, unsure of what to do.

You can tell there's more going on than he's letting on, but pressuring him may push him away. Luigi is used to bearing his responsibilities alone, and you don't know how much he'll allow you in; he'll probably yell at you or storm off. But you're here now and want to support.

"You're always saying that," you mention carefully, your thumb subconsciously drawing a little pattern on his leg. "But you don't have to deal with everything by yourself."

Luigi looks down at your hand on his leg, as if deciding whether to pull away or accept it. There is a lengthy wait, the room becoming silent as the air between you seems taut with unsaid words; he may explode at any moment. He shuts his eyes briefly, as if fighting an internal war.

"Maybe not," he finally concedes, his voice nearly too low to be heard. It's the closest he's ever been to acknowledging weakness. He turns aside, his mouth clenching as if the admission itself was too much.

You nod, aware of the seriousness of his remarks. You shift slightly to sit closer to him, the warmth of your presence comforting him even if he doesn't express it out loud.

"Let me help you just this once," you offer softly. "You don't need to say anything. "Just let me be here."

Luigi does not instantly answer, but his shoulders appear to relax. His hand glides nervously, hovering over yours briefly before resting on top of it.

The sensitivity in his touch stands in sharp contrast to the blood-stained devastation he has experienced. The room is peaceful, with the subtle rustling of leaves outside and your heart beating steadily against the tension in the air.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. The weight of uttered words persists, yet it does not cause discomfort. Instead, it seems like a delicate, uncommon tranquilly that is still present.

"You don't have to fix everything, you know," you whisper. Your thumb continues to form a delicate design on his leg, anchoring both of you in the present moment.

Luigi lets out a short puff of laughter, but it's not funny; it's more like incredulity. "It's not that easy," he murmurs, still avoiding your gaze as if he's terrified of being seen.

"I know," you say quietly, leaning back slightly into him and feeling the warmth of his body behind you. "But you aren't alone, Luigi. "Not tonight."

His hold tightens briefly, and his fingers flex as he resists the temptation to pull away again. Instead, he remains still, his jaw clenched as if holding back something he can't quite express.

The stillness extends once again before Luigi takes a hesitant breath. His eyes eventually meet yours, a whirlwind of emotions whirling beneath the surface—frustration, tiredness, and something else, gentler.

Without saying anything, he leans closer, softly placing his forehead against yours. The world around you appears to disappear, and the night draws closer as you get immersed in the calm intimacy of the moment.

Then, with surprising tenderness, Luigi drops his head gently, brushing his lips against yours. The kiss is hesitant and timid as if he's testing the waters with something new. You softly reciprocate the kiss, your hands reaching to the back of his neck, fingers gliding into his honey-brown hair as you pull him a little closer.

It's not hurried or urgent, but rather a peaceful understanding—a shared moment between two individuals who have seen too much of the world yet have found consolation in one another.

When he eventually draws back, his gaze remains on yours, gentler but still cautious. He lays his forehead on yours again, his breathing steady but slightly shaky, as if letting go of so much was more difficult than he thought.

"Thank you," he says so gently you nearly miss it. But the weight of just two words hovers in the air, symbolising trust.

[olliveolly]

Fresh art💘💪

Straight to the point, I was finally able to go to the Mario movie, and I had an interesting idea)

So what if the mission to rescue luigi took much longer than expected, and the poor fellow had to stay in the dark lands for a long time?

[trashyswitch]

When Cats Kill The Fear

Panic attacks can be terrifying...Luigi knows that all too well. So when Luigi is saved from falling, he's left confused as to who's holding him. Who is this person in yellow? Why are their sleeves all fluffy? And...are those cat claws?!

Small trigger warning for descriptions of panic attacks. Read at your own risk. This fanfic was suggested by @justalilgiddybibs, and indirectly suggested by @jessadamsdraws. I hope you enjoy!

I’m a failure…I’m just a shadow…I’ll never be as good as him…No one cares about me like they care about him…No one even wants to know me…Everyone treats me like a baby, and I’m sick of it! I’m not a nobody! I’m NOT A NOBODY! I EXIST TOO! MARIO IS NOT THE ONLY BROTHER! PLEASE NOTICE ME! 

Oh god…Everything’s going blurry…I can’t focus on anything in the room…So many colors, it’s overwhelming…There’s heavy weight on my chest…It hurts to breathe. It feels like an elephant is laying on my chest…I need to breathe heavier to make up for it. 

But it isn’t working…I feel light-headed from breathing so hard…It’s making everything worse. Why does my hand hurt-? Oh…I’m scratching it raw…that makes sense. 

Help…I feel my knees giving out…I’m gonna fall! NO! The hard ground is gonna hurt! 

Hard ground…it’s coming…

…It should be coming…right? 

G…Ground…? 

N…No hard ground? Why can’t I feel the ground? 

Wait…I feel…arms? Whose arms? What color are they? 

They’re yellow…Why are they yellow? I don’t know a person who wears yellow. Who is this? 

“Shh-shh-shhhh…”

I widen my eyes. Mario? Is that you?! Why are you wearing yellow? I never see you wearing yellow! 

“It’s okay, I’m right here.” 

Mario is here…I’m not alone. Mario cares. He has always cared about me…

I wrap my arms around Mario and let out a shaky breath of relief. Mario had saved me from falling and hitting my head. I’m safe in his arms.  

I feel Mario hugging me back. His yellow clothes are very comfy. I feel my eyesight getting better. I’m able to see more than just the random colors. I look down at Mario's back, and widen my eyes when I see it…

A waving cat tail…? 

Wait…Why does Mario have a tail?! 

“M-Mario?...” I call. 

“Yes, Lu?” He replied. 

I reach my arm out and touch the yellow tail attached to my brother. “Am…Am I losing it?” I ask him. 

“No. What’s going on?” He asked. 

“Then-” I took off my glove and felt it. It was real! “Why on earth, do you have a cat tail?!” I finally asked. 

Mario let go of me to reveal his costume and wagged the cat tail. He was wearing a yellow onesie with a hood with cat ears. “I’m a cat.” He explained. 

I didn’t know whether to burst out laughing, or coo with cuteness overload. “I-” I lifted my hat up and scratched my head. “Why are you wearing a fur suit?!” I asked. 

Mario giggled. “It’s a powerup.” Mario admitted to me. “It’s the powerup I used to beat Donkey Kong.” He admitted. 

“You beat a gorilla…by dressing as a cat…” I clarified, not at all believing him. 

“I did! I skittered all around him-” He reenacted it in front of me. “And I scratched him on the face a few times! This powerup is sweet.” Mario told me. 

I think for a moment. “If you’re dressed like a cat…and you have claws like a cat…” I smirked. “Does that mean you act like a cat too?” I asked next. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. I’ve only used it once, Lu.” Mario admitted. 

I smile as I wipe the leftover tears from my own eyes. “Can…Can I try?” I ask. 

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “Sure! Whatever helps you feel better.” He told me. 

I scooted myself closer to him and looked at his back. I brought up my hand to pet his back, but…I retreated it with an embarrassed laugh. “Sorry, this is really weird…” I admitted.

Mario chuckled. “Yeah, I imagine.” 

I reached out my hand closer to his back…but I made the mistake of looking at Mario’s face. Something about seeing Mario’s face surrounded by the yellow fur of a cat, made it look like he was being eaten alive by the cat suit. 

I dropped my hand down as laughter bursted out of me. “Ihit’s so hard to take you seriously when all I see is your face!” I admitted. 

Mario wheezed and hung his head as well, bursting out in his own laughter. “Ihihis ihit really that hard?!” He asked. 

I attempted to pull myself together. But…One little look at the suit…And I had thrown myself onto the floor, busting out in even more laughter. “Sohohorry! Gohod-” I reacted, my voice squeaking slightly. 

I rubbed my eye as I let myself laugh. The entire cat suit powerup thing was way too hard for me to properly process. All I kept thinking was ‘De yellow cat go mew’ and ‘Cat bro so kawaii’. It was next to impossible to take him seriously. 

Though, I had to admit…It felt amazing to just laugh till my stomach hurt. It felt so relieving after my panic attack. Mario’s cat costu- powerup, had already helped cheer me up. Even then, this was only the beginning. There was so much I could do to explore. 

I finally sat up and wiped a few tears out of my eyes. I was still giggling…but thankfully, I was calming down at least a little bit. It took me a second to realize Mario was holding up something in his hand. It looked like an old-fashioned bell you’d put on a cow. Or a bell you’d have at the end of a cat toy. But the only difference was…it had beady black eyes. 

“Whahat-” I blinked a few times and looked at Mario. 

“Take it.” Mario told me. 

“What is it?” I asked. 

“It’s the cat powerup.” Mario told me. 

“Oh…” I responded. I bit my lip and slowly brought my finger out to poke it. When I felt my finger touch it, I felt a surge of power overcome my body. It was so quick and so overwhelming, I didn’t know what to do with myself. But I gasped as the power calmed down. 

“Meow!” I heard. 

Wait…that was my- I widened my eyes and covered my mouth. Did I just do that?! Did I just meow?! Oh NO! That’s so embarrassing! 

I looked up at Mario, likely visibly embarrassed. But Mario smiled at me. “Meow!” He replied back to me. 

For some strange reason…his meow made me feel a little bit better about it. I instinctively uncovered my mouth and let out a guffaw. “I couldn’t control that! That was instinctual, I swear!” I reacted. 

Mario laughed. “I know, right?! It leaves your mouth before you can comprehend it!” He admitted. 

“It really does!” I agreed, still surprised. 

Mario stretched out his front paws, in almost a ready position. “You in the mood for a good ol’ fashioned cat fight?” Mario asked me. 

I smirked and got myself ready in virtually the same position. “You betcha~” I replied excitedly. 

The last thing I processed was Mario’s smirk towards me. And then the cat fight had begun. Mario tackled me to the ground while I rolled myself over and bapped Mario in the chest to get him off. Mario ran a good two feet away, and reached his right paw out to bap me. “Dooon’t you do it.” Mario warned. 

I smirked and slowly walked myself closer to him. “Oooh, I just might~” I teased. 

Mario smirked and raised his paw higher. “I’m warning you!” 

I swished my tail with excitement, before tackling Mario to the ground. “Warn me better next time!” I declared happily. 

Mario let out a cat-like cry, before kicking me with his back paws. “NO!” He shouted, bringing his head closer and showing his teeth. 

I smirked and rubbed my face and ears into Mario’s belly. 

I heard Mario wheeze and felt him bap my head in an attempt to get my head away. “WAHAITNAhahahaha! Luhu- nahahaha!” Mario laughed. 

“Looks like the kitty cat’s still ticklish~” I teased, gently fluttering the claws against his belly for good measure. 

Mario actually squealed, and rolled himself over to try and cover himself up. But little known fact about Mario: His back sides were ALSO very ticklish! And being his twin brother, I knew that fact all too well. 

So naturally, like any other brother would, I took advantage of the exposed area. 

“MAMA WAHAHAHAA!” Mario shrieked like a little girl, and wiggled around like a turtle stuck on its back!

I bursted out laughing. “Did you seriously forget about this spot?” I asked. 

“HAHAHAHAHA- YEHEHEHESSS!” Mario shouted. 

I couldn’t help but laugh at his struggle. “You really didn’t think any of this through, did you?” I asked with a giggle. 

Mario shook his head amidst his laughter. “NOHOHOHO.” He replied. 

I suddenly yelped as Mario pushed me off with his foot and flipped himself over. “Noho mohohore…Plehehease…” He muttered. 

I chuckled and scratched the back of my head. “Right…I forgot…you never could handle much tickling…” I admitted. 

I watched as Mario shook his head and huffed. “Gosh…I know you like to play, but…” He wiped off his sides. “Be careful.” He cleared his throat. “You know how anxious I get…” 

I widened my eyes in worry. Anxious? Did-Did I make Mario anxious?! 

No…Oh god…I messed up! I shouldn’t have tickled him!  

I wrap my clawed hands around myself and bring my knees up to my chest. How could I have made such a preventable mistake?! The playful tickling is too much for him to handle! Luigi, you know that! You know he can’t handle it! 

You’ve known since we were children! 

But-...But it was a spur of the moment thing…Mario started being playful with you first…

NO. Luigi, you need to stop doing what your heart wants to do! Think with your head! 

If you don’t…then you’ll throw him into an anxiety attack as well!

Experiencing an anxiety attack because of your own thoughts is one thing…

But putting someone else into an anxiety attack because of your thoughts too?! That’s unacceptable! Inexcusable! Selfish, even! 

Oh no…Luigi, you’re doing it again. Stop thinking these thoughts. You don’t want to go back to square one, right? 

Don’t be so stupid! You know better!

Come on, Luigi…Pull yourself together! Come on! Breathe! For the love of god-

…?

…H-Huh?

…..What-...

I feel…W-Warm…It’s…fl-fluffy? What is- 

“Shhh shhh shhh…It’s okay…” 

Mario…Mario’s voice…It’s soft…quiet…

I feel warm…cozy…What’s making me feel so comfy? 

I look down, and see a red blanket. Red…Mario’s favorite color…It’s his blanket…He’s letting me use it…It smells like him too…

Hm? I feel something hugging me…Hands? Arms? Who’s holding me? It feels…nice. 

I look up to see Mario’s red shirt. “It’s okay, Lu. It’s okay…I got you.” 

I smile. Mario’s here. It’ll be okay. It’s okay, Luigi...You’re okay. 

“There you go…” I hear him say. 

My heart isn’t beating as heavily…My breathing has slowed…I feel…a little more calm…more safe…

“You okay, Lu?” I hear. 

I bite my lip and look up at Mario as best I can. “Did I make you anxious?” I ask him. 

Mario shook his head. “No. You didn’t.” He replied. 

I frown. “I almost did…” I told him. 

“What do you mean?” I hear him ask. 

“I could’ve…” I shove my face into the red blanket. 

I hear Mario sigh and pull me closer. “You didn’t make me anxious…If anything, your tickles kind of surprised me a little bit.” I heard him say. 

I open my eyes a small bit. “They…didn’t make you anxious?” I asked, still fearful of what I might’ve done to him. 

“Not even a little bit.” Mario said back. 

Wait…I don’t understand. “Y-You said-” 

“Luigi…” I feel him rub my back. “There’s a huge difference between being surprised, and being anxious.” He told me. “I think I may have used the word ‘anxious’ in the wrong context…” He admitted. “But…I want to tell you…” I felt as Mario let me go slightly and fixed the blanket on my shoulders. “You did not make me anxious.” 

Every little brick that was balancing on my shoulders, had slowly fell off my shoulders. It felt like I could properly breathe again. The warmth and comfort Mario was giving me…was helping me exponentially. 

“You feeling better, Lu?” Mario asked me. 

I smiled and nodded my head. “Y-Yeah…” I admitted softly. 

*knock, knock, knock* 

“Mario? Luigi? Are you in there?” Someone called. 

Mario widened his eyes. “Peach!” He reacted. 

PEACH?! 

“SHOOT!” I pushed myself out of Mario’s grip and threw the blanket off myself. I fixed my hair and threw my hat onto my head quickly. “Come on, Mario.” I grabbed Mario’s hand. 

“Luigi hold oOOAAH!” Mario shrieked as I pulled him up onto his feet. “Geez…Okay.” 

I heard him rub his overalls free of any dirt while I ran up to open the door. “Hello Princess!” I greeted. 

Peach crossed her arms. “Took you long enough…” She teased. “What were you two up to?” She asked. 

I bit my lip, and struggled to come up with an excuse. I didn’t really want Peach to find out we were cuddling…

“I was about to give Luigi the biggest revenge attack ever.” Mario declared right beside me. I lit up. “Y-Yeah! That!” I said…only for me to realize what I just said ‘yes’ to. 

“What kind of revenge?” Peach asked me. 

I could feel the sweat dripping down my forehead. “U-Uh…” I hesitantly tried to protest. 

“The ticklish kind~” He teased me with the biggest grin on his face. I squeaked as my eyes fell upon Mario’s wiggling, villainous fingers. 

They were torturous to watch…Just wiggling…ready to pounce and cover me in overwhelming ecstasy. 

Before I could properly process my inevitable doom, I felt Mario’s hands grab my wrists while the smaller, gloved fingers of the Princess began to skitter and squeeze my sides and belly. If I knew THIS was gonna happen, I would’ve waited an extra 5 minutes before getting off Mario. 

But…alas…I was wrong…

And so I must pay the price with my laughter…

[skulls-soul]

OK imagine with me Luigi is really sad, Bowser finds out that his friend is sad comes over to the Mario’s place mario is like “what the F are you doing here” Bowser is like “I’m here because Luigi is upset and he’s wallowing in his sorrow and none of my friends are allowed to do that” bowser with all of the strength that he could muster will ask as politely as he can to come inside Mario shock at bowsers politeness would end up allowing him in with a scoff

Bowser comes in checks on Luigi who is wrapped up in a blanket, eyes are puffy and glossy with bags underneath them, nose all red, dried tears on his cheek,  and he’s set up with his knees towards his chest as he tries and read the book that he’s holding.

Bowser ask him what’s wrong and I imagine Luigi is upset because his feelings for a certain bean Prince accidental he got revealed and he’s either hiding away from the prince not wanting to talk to him and confront him or finished talking to the Prince found out that the Prince still wants to be friends with Luigi which Luigi is more than happy to still have a friend but it still hurts to be officially rejected

And Bowser continues to have mixed emotions about the situation and you can go many ways with that like here’s an example



 example one: Bowser is currently struggling with trying to keep his feelings for Luigi platonic but after hearing this he can’t help to be a little relieved that nothing went with the bean prince but also ashamed because his friend is heartbroken and he’s over here being giddy like I have a chance

Example two: Bowser‘s upset that the bean Prince rejected Luigi but there’s a small hint of relief which confuses Bowser because he shouldn’t be relieved that his friend got rejected?!? He should be furious his friend deserves someone That can love and appreciate and hold him >:(

Either way Bowser tries his best to comfort his friend in which somehow leads to Luigi falling asleep cuddling bowser which leads Bowser to think oh shit I’m in love.

Sidenote: Luigi is definitely the type of person who would read a bunch of romance novels when he’s having his own romance problems. does that low-key kind of torture him because he’s reading about people falling in love  when his own love life is in shambles causing him to be a little bit more sad yes, but does it also kind of help because he gets to live by curiously through it all so yes, it’s like a double edged sword.

I think it was about time that my brain came up with hurt/comfort you know? Anyways if anyone decides to I don’t know make a fic about it👀 you should at me

@waifuconqueror yoooour luck 7 thank you for your participation FUN FACT I’m working on making this a full on fic it will be 2 one offs on from bowser pov and the other Luigi’s 😌

Tho if anyone reads and think “I have an idea on where to go with this and would like to make/post about it” then by all means go ahead just cuz I’m using The concept doesn’t mean you can’t make you own little add ons and stuff I love to see the many ways peoples minds go with thing

[www-librarytearoom-com]

Hihi, I am too hyped about the sequel for the raising luigi au when I haven't even finished the first book so here's a small teaser that started the entire thing

Luigi: *gets letter* oh. Hey dad?

Mario: yeah?

Luigi: this letter says I won a free mansion

Mario: excuse me?

Peach: honey-

Mario: WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE SENDING SCAM MAIL TO A MINOR IM GONNA GO OVER THERE AND-

And that's how it starts in a nutshell LMFAO

[tobimilobi]

Chapters: 7/10 Fandom: The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Luigi (Nintendo), Mario (Nintendo), Princess Peach (Nintendo), Bowser (Nintendo) Additional Tags: luigi - Freeform, Bowser - Freeform, mario - Freeform, bowser jr - Freeform, Princess peach - Freeform, Deaf Character, luigi can't hear, Bowuigi, Bowser & Luigi Friendship (Nintendo), The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023) Spoilers, Enemies to Friends, I need it to make it, Cute, Luigi Needs a Hug (Nintendo), overprotective brother mario, a little bit of bowuigi but not really?, I'm not shure, For now is one sided ok?, Sorry Not Sorry, Slow Burn Series: Part 1 of The Sound of Silence Summary:

"Go away! You and the Princess are evil!"

Suddenly, Junior appeared in front of Mario and pushed him back hard, then snuggled up to Luigi's side.

"Leave Lu alone, you nasty Tomato!"

Mario's face was priceless, and the insult he was given made Bowser snort uncontrollably, but he quickly covered his snout with his paw. The first to break the murky silence was none other than King Boo.

"Okay, since the wedding clearly didn't work out, I'm going back to my place" He darted past Bowser and backed away suddenly. "If you find that annoying dog, you can keep him. I'm sick of the gnawed furniture in the Haunted Mansion.”

Before Bowser could protest, King Boo disappeared along with several of his smaller copies in the floor. He growled slowly. He was really hoping to get rid of that damn mongrel, and King Boo had just left him here brazenly! Son of a...!

"Junior?"

[pepperycar]

Totally didn’t cry at panel 23 and 24…..

@vulpixfairy1985 @silenzahra @bberetd @peaches2217 come cry with me! 🥹🥹

TW // Suicidal Thoughts

BGM- End Titles - The Last Guardian

ACT 1

ACT 2

ACT 3 - 1 <<< 23 / 24 / ⚡️

Spot the One Piece reference! ☺️

So, yeah, this segment is very dear to me on a personal level, so I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed drawing it. These updates are taking so long due to the backgrounds and extra characters, but this time, the backgrounds are simplified along with the colour palette, so hopefully the next update isn’t too far off! I know last year I took a month long break, but I have been managing breaks between updates, so this time it won’t be necessary. My goal is to have this comic done by April. Props if I have it done before then!

[living-the-dream-yall]

Spoilers for Brothership!

Them. Just…them. 🥺

[blendraw]

Fanfic - Deja que suceda

1 - 2

Summary:

Luigi had a quiet life, but after a traumatic event that led him to the small mistake of tasting purple mushrooms ended up ruining everything around him completely, now he fights to recover what he lost because of a couple of grams.

Warning:

This story will touch on a topic that can be triggering.

Enjoy

>> Link <<

I don't speak English, but I try, please be kind

[zs-art]

i wish i can be brave like you...

/ just something to calm myself, can you see the anxiety through the pencil strokes heh…

[marsi-is-depressed]

You left the door open? 18+

Soft!Luigi Largo x reader

Cw/tw: mommy kink, mutual consent, bad childhood, neglectful father, reader taking care of Luigi, getting caught in the act, grinding, praising, slight degrading, overstimulation, fingering.

Adults only, 18+ mdni

"I appreciate when you do this."

''Do what?''

''Correct my hair if it gets messy. Run your hand down my back as I'm lying down." Luigi stated as you brushed your thumb over his palm while holding hands on the walk to GeneCo, sensing his rage after a hard day. You had a talent for determining exactly what he required. "Take care of me."

"I've never had anyone take care of me before," he acknowledged, a knot of grief swelling in his throat.

I just love you. "People take care of the ones they love," you stated simply.

Luigi gazed down at the pavement, his old black boots becoming increasingly attractive to look at.

His words made your heartache. Luigi hardly mentioned his life as a child at GeneCo, preferring to avoid it rather than disturb you with his troubles, but you knew Rotti never took good care of Luigi or the rest of the kids he had. He was a lousy and inattentive parent, blaming his company's failure on his children, despite the fact that his failure was due to his own genetic makeup, failing to keep a wife.

A few days later, you were watching a movie in your shared room at GeneCo, which is actually Luigi's room, but you spent a lot of time there when your phone chimed with a message from him.

From Luigi: I'm coming home from the meeting, he's disappointed, Dad's pissed I killed too many genterns… 

Pushing your blanket away from your body, you paused your movie and down the spiral staircase.

You found him sitting on the ledge near the entrance with his hands covering his face, looking like he had been there for a few minutes. His hands were gripping his hair, and his eyes were somewhat crimson, mirroring his sore-bitten lips. It was a sharp departure from his typical furious, serious demeanour.

''I had a disagreement with Dad,'' Luigi recounted from the privacy of his bedroom. He wiped his face, trying to remove the evidence of his emotions.

You nodded, sitting on the bed next to him. Do you want to talk about it? 

He shook his head, not wanting to repeat what had already been spoken. ''Can you hold me? Please.''

As astonished as you were by his words, you extended your arms, and Luigi sank into your hug, offering him the love and comfort that Rotti had failed to provide for his child.

''Whatever was said at that meeting, just know that your father is wrong,'' you whispered quietly after a minute, your head resting on top of his as he hugged you close. ''You are loved and wanted, and you did not wreck his life, okay? "Not you, Amber, or Pavi."

He sniffed and nodded against your chest. "I love you, too."

After a time, he relaxed and saw the lack of a bra through your white shirt. You forced a grin, having not considered your clothes when you walked downstairs to collect him.

''Do you feel comfortable like this?'' you questioned, interrupting the stillness.

Luigi smirked smugly and nodded against your shirt. ''Very. They're really soft and comfy. I'd want to fall asleep on them at night.

"Do you want me to take the top off?" you said, surprising him.

He nodded again, separating himself from you so you could remove your shirt and lie down against your pillows in a more favourable position.

When you originally proposed it, you didn't expect it to turn sexual, but Luigi's lips began caressing your breasts as his hands massaged and shaped, fingers seeking into delicate skin.

Then you began to feel something pressing on your thighs.

You would be lying if you said it wasn't enjoyable. Luigi's hands and kisses were delicate and kind, and he savoured the moment. Your hand instinctively moved to his brown hair, running through his shirt strands and urging him to keep going.

''This is not my fault. "I have no control over what my dick does."

You held back a chuckle. Your hand moved between your bodies, rubbing his hardening cock against his trousers.

Luigi moved forward and kissed my neck softly, teasingly slowly. His lips moved up to my ear, where he lightly nibbled the lobe before murmuring, "Well, tell me. "How would you like me?"

He raised his head from your breast, his eyes still red but no longer crying, and you signalled for him to take your place and lie down against your pillows.

''Mommy's going take excellent care of you,'' you assured, reaching down to kiss him softly. ''I'm going to make you feel great, Luigi.

"You can do anything you want to me."

His words made me clutch on nothing and nearly whimper from the suspense.

With your assistance, Luigi removed his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to smack against his lower abdomen. It must have felt uncomfortable pushing against his rigid pants.

"Does that feel good, love?" you enquired, carefully dragging one finger over his sensitive length, teasing him.

He nodded, a trembling sigh escaping his lips. ''Y-yes.''

You repeated the motion, this time stroking your thumb over the skull.

You could jerk him off till he was dripping, but you chose to have some fun and try something different. Withdrawing your hand, Luigi began to sit up.

"Where are you going?" he rasped, mildly annoyed.

"I'm not going anywhere," you told him, touching his thigh.

Nodding, he sat back and observed you move, licking the corners of his mouth as you took off your pyjamas and knickers. His deep brown eyes swept over your body, admiring all he saw. The natural fall of your breasts, the hickey his mouth left behind and the bean-shaped birthmark below your left breast that no one saw but him.

You slid a leg across to straddle him, your hands stroking his hips as his big cock pressed against his stomach, stiff and dripping at the tip. The image almost caused the excitement between your legs to spill. Your eyes met Luigi's as you climbed to your knees, but instead of sinking into his cock, you dropped yourself upon the length and grinded your slippery folds against it.

He sighed at the slightest contact, feeling your pussy slide languidly along his cock.

"Is this not what you wanted?'' you enquired coyly, the sound of your arousal mingling with his pre-cum filling the empty space.

You noticed his gaze dart down to where your genitals were rubbing together. ''Mommy, please,'' he moaned, his cock quivering and ready to burst.

You understood what he desired, but you weren't ready to give it to him—yet.

"Are you close, baby?"

He closed his eyes and clutched the covers as his gut jumped. "I'm gonna cum; I wanna cum."

"Don't hold back, Luigi; you can cum."

Ropes and ropes of white cum spilt across Luigi's scarred stomach, his climax arrived, but you did not stop as he expected. No. You chose to test his boundaries and torment him until he couldn't take it anymore, seeing his hips lift off the bed as his orgasm continued, ropes of come flying out of his cock and adding to the mess. You were amazed that he could still cum like that.

"Do you want me to stop?"

''Please.''

You touched his cheek and wiped away some of the tears. "But I haven't put it in yet."

I gently tugged at his untidy hair, my mouth filled with a groan that fell from his lips. I murmured in delight at the warm, moist sensation of his mouth on my flesh, and I reached down in between our bodies to gently rub my palm up and down his hardness. After a few moments, he moved my hand away and sank to his knees between my legs.

As we intensified our kiss, Luigi's fingers discovered my heat and slid two of them up and down my folds to collect my moisture before smashing them into my cunt, reaching my spongey g-spot on the first pump with his curled fingers.

My head slid back, lost in the overwhelming sensation of his fingers filling me up, and he observed my facial expressions closely as the wet noises of my impending climax filled the space between us. "Holy fuck, Luigi." I stammered, my words garbled, as his fingers pounded fiercely into me, never losing touch with the one area that drove me insane. "I-I'm gonna-" I clenched my eyes tight, feeling the start of my orgasm sweep across my body.

"Luigi," you groaned as he pushed you closer to the brink. You knew if you weren't loud, Luigi would be angry with you; after all, you were his partner in the crime.

"Oh you fucking like that, don't you?" Luigi moaned and slapped your ass hard as you shouted out. "Of course, you fucking do."

"You want to cum, sweetheart?" He rasped, his sweet comments a stark contrast to his nasty demeanour. Still, I nodded excitedly, and he took his fingers completely out of me before bending up and pressing his wet mouth against my ear.

"Oh did dad piss you off that-a much brother, Pavi finds this very erotic. I am extremely impressed.”

Luigi and I both shot our heads up and looked around the room for the origin of that familiar voice. We were alone, but my eyes focused on the door being slightly open. The door was open to Amber and Pavi. I turned to look at Luigi, who had made the same discovery as me, and whispered, "Did you really leave the door open?" He pulled his lips together and shrugged apprehensively before jumping out of bed and racing over to the door to fling it open.

"Pavi, how much of that did you hear?" He enquired through the door. I heard someone giggle behind the door. "Oh, brother, I heard everything. Good work. "I'm very proud." I hid my face in humiliation as Luigi rolled his eyes. "Fuck off." "You are a perv." He yelled at his brother, but I noticed a faint grin forming on his lips.

"I'm gonna need a fucking lobotomy to get over the trauma that I was just put through." When I heard Amber's voice screeching through the door, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Sister, you could have just walked away from the door, you act like I forced you to listen to the entire thing." Luigi clashed with his younger sister. "Do you think I remained and listened to the entire thing? "What are you crazy?" Despite my shame, I burst out laughing. "I left as soon as I figured out what was happening, but I still heard faaaar too much." Luigi was furious now and slammed the door in their faces.

"Whoops."

[iloveacronix]

Whenever someone separates Krux and Acronix it's like separating these two

Its either both of them or neither

[pepperycar]

For Mario and Luigi’s birthday. @silenzahra @vulpixfairy1985 @bberetd @itsavee4117 @peaches2217 @megamagimugi @jelly-fish-wishes @roscolate @pianokantzart @keakruiser gets a bit emotional at the end sorry. 😅🎂

“The greatest gift”

The relief both brothers felt when they were reunited was impossible to explain. Mario had walked three whole days through a new world, not knowing where Luigi was or if he was okay. He felt a great fear in his heart that he would never see his beloved baby brother ever again.

Luigi on the other hand, spent his three days above boiling lava, in a hot metal cage, sweat mixed with tears as he wondered where his dear big brother could be and if he’d ever see him again. When Cranky Kong told Luigi that Mario had died on Rainbow Road he swore his heart stopped, he felt devastated, feeling he had no reason left to live.

That’s why, when both brothers finally reunited, feeling all the love, longing, desperation and fear as the two hugged, they made a mental promise to the other that they wouldn’t let anyone take each other away again. All though now, Mario might’ve made his promise a little stronger because the night after they finally were back in their shared bedroom was when everything started to go wrong.

The first night was ok. Mario and Luigi fell asleep in Mario’s bed, Luigi close to him and giving Mario some much needed reassurance. But the next night Luigi went to sleep in his own bed and it was that night that the paranoia started. Mario awoke with a gasp, nearly screaming as he had a horrible nightmare. That he didn’t save Luigi from the lava or Bowser, that he was.. too late. Mario rushed other to Luigi’s bed to check him and the relief he felt seeing that he was okay nearly matched that of when he Saved Luigi.

Mario tried to go back to sleep after that but he couldn’t. Every time he would start to drift off, he would see Luigi dying in his dreams. It was from then on that Mario decided he would keep a watchful eye on Luigi at all times, day and night and of course that meant no falling asleep. Mario barely ever got more than maybe an hour of sleep a night and it somehow got worse when they moved to the Mushroom Kingdom. Every little noise he would hear while watching over Luigi’s sleeping body, he’d immediately assume that a Toad walking by or a broken twig was Bowser coming to take Luigi away from him again.

Mario’s sleepless mind’s one saving grace was that whenever Luigi had nightmares, he’d ask Mario to cuddle him. And before he could even finish asking, Mario would be by his side instantly and pull his body close to his, those were the only times Mario ever got a good nights sleep. Part of Mario always felt guilty that deep down his exhausted mind would secretly hope for Liuigi to have nightmares so he could have an excuse to hold him close and to finally get a good night sleep. But he felt good that he’d always be there the second his little brother needed comforting.

They’ve been living in the Mushroom Kingdom for a few months now, that night was the same as all the others. Mario was sitting on their desks stool, keeping a watchful eye on Luigi making sure he had a peaceful sleep. Instead of sleeping Mario tended to “zone out” until he heard a noise outside or chaught Luigi turning in his sleep.

Mario snapped back to reality as he heard Luigi shuffle under the blankets. Worried he was having another nightmare, he stood up ready to comfort him. But he noticed Luigi’s shaky breaths and movements weren’t necessarily out of fear, since his face was still peaceful as he slept. He went to reach out and touch Luigi’s shoulder. Luigi’s eyes suddenly snapped open and Mario quickly backed up so he wouldn’t see him. “M-Mario?” Luigi asked only lazily moving his eyes around.

Mario sighed with a smile “Mario, you awake?” Luigi asked again in a sleepy tone. “Y-yeah.. I’m awake.” He said as he approached Luigi’s bed again “you okay? What’s wrong?” Mario placed his hand on Luigi’s shoulder “hmmm s’ddnly r’lly c’ld..” he muttered “can.. can I have a hug?” Mario smiled and rubbed his shoulder “yeah of course, scooch over.” Mario climbed into Luigi’s bed and wrapped his arms around him protectively and pulled him close, Luigi snuggling in closer, laying his head on his big brothers chest. Usually Luigi would be very shaky and panicked for the first few minutes that Mario hugged him. But this time the shakes only lasted a few seconds, his breathing calm and from were Mario had his arms wrapped around him could feel that his heartbeat was slow and steady.

Mario sighed in relief and let himself rest ‘Poor Lu..’ Mario thought ‘I didn’t realise how much the Mushroom kingdoms fall season would affect him- wait.. fall season?’ He glanced over at their wall calendar and saw that the last day checked was September 30th. October was starting tomorrow.. wait tomorrow?! Mario and Luigi’s birthday was in October! Mario hadn’t even realised! That’s it. Mario was grateful for this pleasant sleep he’d get because fist thing in the morning, Mario would start thinking of and looking for a good birthday present for Luigi.

~~~~~

The next day while Luigi was off to get some more plant food and seeds for his garden, Mario made his way into Toad Town. He aproached each stall scanning the contents carefully. There were Power-Ups, ornaments, NES cartridges, maybe Mario could get Luigi a puzzle game so they could play together on his NES more often and have Luigi actually have a chance at winning for once. He approached a stall selling different types of pets, some Biddy-Bugs, baby piranha plants and some multi coloured Cheep-Cheeps. Maybe a pet would be good for Luigi to have keep him company whenever Mario was out or visiting Peach.

The Biddy-Bugs and Cheep-Cheeps seemed like the safest choice so he asked the Toad running the stall. “Oh yeah sure! The Cheep-Cheeps are super friendly.” Said the Toad. Mario went to a small fish tank full of Cheep-Cheeps only for them all to snap at him, some spiky purple ones showing him sharp teeth. “Super friendly once you get to know em..” the Toad nervously chuckled. Okay so maybe not a pet..

Mario ended up going to the castle to see if Peach had any ideas. As Mario entered, Luigi was leaving the castle gardens with his new garden supplies. “Oh hey bro!” Luigi smiled “did you need something?” Mario froze for a second “Oh uh- no I just- I was just giving the Princess a visit..” there, that’s a good enough lie. Luigi raised an eyebrow with a big teasing smirk on his face “okaaay. Let me know how your date goes!” Luigi called walking past him “LU!” Mario grumbled as Luigi let out a little giggle before running off. ‘Note to self, get revenge on Luigi after our birthday.’ Mario thought as he walked through the main hall.

He and Peach ended up sitting in the castle gardens gazebo sharing a cup of Tea with each other. “So I want it to be something really special.” Mario had said. Peach thought for a moment about the ideas he’d told her before forming a small smile on her face “you know Moustache, maybe it only needs to be a simple gift, sometimes less is more.” She smiled. Mario nodded feeling more confident.

“Thanks Princess. Luigi means so much to me and after everything he’s been through this year, he really deserves the best birthday ever..” an idea then started to form “uh Princess?” Mario asked refilling his teacup “do you know any good tailors?” Peach smiled “I think I can help you that Mario. In fact I’m sure I can have them get it done by Friday.” “Really? You’d do that for me?” Mario asked amazed. He started reaching into his pocket to get his wallet “how much will it-“ But he was cut of by Peach holding her hand in front of him “there’s no need for that Moustache. You and Luigi are the heroes of my kingdom, it’s the least I could do” she smiled.

Mario went and tucked his wallet back into his pocket, Peach was smiling at him fondly “W-What?” Mario asked, a blush forming on his face “Oh! Uh nothing!” Peach said looking away as she now started to blush “I was just thinking about how lucky Luigi is to have you as his brother. To him you’re probably the best brother in the world.” Mario’s blush deepened “Th-thank you Princess..” he scratched the back of his head nervously before another idea came to mind. Peach smiled, she could see the cogs turning in his head “I uh, have got some things to get done..” he blushed. Peach nodded “good luck with the gifts Mario.” She smiled as he nodded and left through garden gate.

~~~~~

It was a cold Autumn evening, Mario had got everything ready and should be getting a call from the Tailors by morning. Thanks to the nights being colder, Mario actually managed to got a few good night sleeps since he was cuddling Luigi to keep him warm and Luigi kept asking if it was ok to keep hugging. Mario didn’t need to answer as he slid into bed and would wrap his arms around him before giving him a kiss on the forehead, willing the warmth of the gesture to warm Luigi up on the inside as well as the outside.

Luigi was cuddled up next to Mario, his hands keeping a firm yet gentle grip on Luigi as he felt him self doze off. Luigi’s head was laid on his brothers chest, being lulled to sleep by Mario’s slow and steady heartbeat. He felt Mario take a deep breath then relax prompting Luigi to nuzzle in further. Luigi was having trouble sleeping, mainly because he felt guilty about asking to use Mario as a heater every night, it was probably so annoying. He guessed that Mario wasn’t getting any sleep because of it which made Luigi feel even more guilty because these cuddles with Mario were probably the best sleeps he’d had since moving to the Mushroom Kingdom.

Every night since moving, he’d have horrible nightmares unless Mario hugged him, some worse then others but still feeling guilty whenever he felt Mario slide into bed next to him and pull him close. Why did he deserve such an amazing big brother? He’d seen the bags under Mario’s eyes yet even when he had insisted he wasn’t cold, Mario wouldn’t buy any of his lies and still comfort and warm him. How much sleep was he getting with Luigi’s stupid shivering?

Luigi tried to let his mind wander, glancing around the room until his eyes landed on the calander. October.. wait October?! Luigi leaned over Mario and checked his phone.

10:00 PM Thursday October 9th.

‘October 9th?!’ He thought starting to worry. He didn’t have a present ready! He had been so busy worrying about Mario getting a good sleep and trying to figure out ways to help him along with the plumbing, he didn’t even realise the month! ‘Mario’s gonna hate me if he sees I didn’t get him anything for our birthday!’ Luigi thought frantically. No.. Mario was way too nice to ever be mad at Luigi, but knowing that made Luigi’s guilt feel even worse. His great big brother, who had saved his life, even though he wasn’t worthy of being remembered, let alone rescued was not going to have anything on their birthday! ‘I.. I still have time!’ Luigi thought with a confidence he didn’t really have. First thing tomorrow, he could do this, one last chance to make things right.

Luck was not on Luigi’s side however as all of Toad Towns stalls closed early on a Friday. Desperate he pulled out his phone and did some online shopping. Everything on their was either to expensive (he and Mario shared a bank account, so he didn’t wanna waste his brothers hard earned cash.) or wouldn’t arrive until the day after their birthday. Luigi texted their Mum with worry, asking for any ideas. She suggested getting something from the house or if not that then maybe the thrift shop down the road. She had said that Mario will love whatever he got him and to not worry about getting it to late. Luigi sighed as he realised he’d have to take his mum’s advice.

Luigi settled on a mug he’d seen in the thrift shop window, the store was closing when he got there so he quickly asked the woman closing the door if he could buy the mug in the window. The lady told him that her boss didn’t let anyone in after 4 PM with the colder weather being more frequent but she said she could mark the mug as sold and hold onto for him so he could collect by morning. That would have to do he guessed..

The next morning, October 11th, super early, Luigi carefully crept out of Mario’s arms as to not wake him before sneaking out the kitchen and to the front door. It was half past seven, he had a good thirty minutes before Mario woke up. He rushed his way through Brooklyn, to the thrift shop, bought the ten dollar mug and started heading back to the warp pipe. The Mug was a generic white with big black letters reading: #1 BOSS! Luigi pulled out a red pen from his pocket and scribbled out BOSS! And put BROTHER! Underneath it.

Luigi while holding the mug close started running back home. He ran through the Mushroom Fields, past Toad Town and was almost army the house, only for a Buddy-Bug (presumably escaped from the near by farm) ran in front of him. Luigi tripped just outside the house falling flat on his face from how fast he ran.

When Luigi pulled himself up he felt his heart break into a million pieces just like the mug before him. From wher he held the mug he ended up getting scratches across his top and overalls but only a few scratches. He felt something wet on his hand and looked down to see his right palm was cut from the porcelain shards. He hissed in pain as he took his glove off and then tried to pull the small chunk out of his palm. A tear slipped down his cheek as his hand stung and his other hands glove started to get drops of blood on it. Luigi quickly hid his hand when he heard the front door open. Oh god.. oh no, not now!

Luigi felt a hand cupping his cheek “Lu?.. Lu! Are you okay?!” Mario nearly shouted as he saw specks of blood on Luigi’s gloves. ‘Mario shouldn’t be worrying. Can’t he see that I just ruined his gift?’ Luigi thought sadly as Mario checked his one hand the the slightly bloody one. “Luigi, how did..” Mario stopped his thoughts when he saw the mug shattered on the ground, three big chunks of it were close enough for him to Read the message, his face softened when he saw the: BROTHER! In Luigi’s rushed writing. “N’aww Lu..” Mario smiled softly. He pulled Luigi to his feet then carefully guided him into the house, he sat Luigi on the end of his bed as he went to go grab the first aide kit from the kitchen cupboard.

He removed the small chunk and the smaller (almost like glass) pieces of porcelain before dipping it into a glass of water then putting on some disinfectant, when he saw the blood wasn’t clotting he wrapped some gaze around it before quickly leaving to put everything back and wash his hands. When he came back he climbed onto his bed and scooted close to Luigi. “You okay now?” Mario asked seeing some tears in his brothers eyes. Luigi responded with a little whimper before nodding. Mario looked around trying to find something to take Luigi’s mind off of everything. Then he remembered.

“C’mon” Mario said putting a hand on Luigi’s shoulder “get yourself out of those bloodied up overalls and into something more comfortable.” As Luigi went and got himself some clean green sweatpants to throw on, Mario leaned over his bed a pulled something out from under his pillow. Luigi chucked his overalls in the washing basket before turning around only to be surprised to see Mario holding a present and something else behind his back.

Luigi sat next to Mario and slowly took the gift from his hand. He untied the rope ribbon then unwrapped the green wrapping paper to reveal a sweater. It was the same green as Luigi’s shirt, pn the back in dark green writing was a big number one and on the front.. LUIGI NUMBER 1 BRO! With Luigi’s face next to the writing with a big happy smile on his face. Luigi let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding when he felt Mario’s hand rest on his shoulder.

“D’you like it Lu?” Mario asked tensing up slightly. Luigi could only nod before pulling his shirt off and replacing it with sweater. It was warm and fluffy “F-Feels like getting a hug from you..” Luigi muttered, a tear falling down his cheek. “Peach knew some really good tailors.” Mario smiled.

Luigi turned to hug and thank Mario only to be surprised at the thing Mario was holding in his hands. A green picture frame with little stick-on heart shaped gems, white lines going through it, shaped like vines then at the top, in white colouring said: MY and at the bottom said HERO and in the middle of it all was a mirror where Luigi saw his own face looking back at him.

Luigi stared at his reflection as Mario handed it to him. Luigi sighed and said “i think you bought this for the wrong person..” before turning it around so Mario could see his own reflection. Mario smiled and shook his head “no you’re definitely the right person, you’re my hero Lu and in more ways then one.” Luigi looked at the mirror then at Mario “I didn’t do much compared to what you’ve done. I picked up a manhole cover and that’s about it-“ was all Luigi got out before Mario interrupted “you saved my life, you’ve always been there for me no matter what and have put up with my brash decisions every time.. you’re my hero Luigi and I owe my life to you. Maybe more.”

Luigi felt his cheeks blush before Mario continued “after all those terrible nights.. I’m so glad I get to give these to you.” Luigi smiled as Mario’s words registered in his brain.. wait. Terrible nights? Luigi glanced up at Mario “Have-Have you been having nightmares too?” Luigi said looking Mario in the eyes. It wasn’t a question and Mario’s stunned silence was enough to answer. Mario sighed “E-Every night.. since IT happened I.. ive has these horrible dreams about me being too late, not saving you and having to watch you die over and over again.. it got so bad I decided that-that sleeping wasn’t worth it but I couldn’t tell you about it because.. you had suffered way was then me and I-I didn’t want to burden with my problems. The only times I ever got a good night sleep was whenever we cuddled knowing I could hear and feel you. Knowing that you were there, y’know?”

Luigi let the words sink in before saying “Is-Is that why you always left the desks stool in the middle of the room? Because you were-“ “watching over you. Yes.” Mario finished. Luigi felt guilty again, how could he not see that Mario had needed comfort? More so than him. Luigi Looked away guiltily. He felt Mario cup his cheek. “Luigi..” Mario sighed. Luigi refused to look him in the eye.. “Lu.” That did it, hearing his nickname got Luigi to Look up at Mario. Luigi started to sob.

“I-I’ma so sorry bro!” Luigi cried nuzzling in To Mario’s collarbone “I-I was afraid th-that asking you for comfort from or nightmare or more re-recently from the cold was keeping you awake! And no, you’re not a burden bro. You deserve the world and more. You saved my life so the least I could do would be to comfort you. I always sleep better in your arms anyway..” Luigi sniffed as he nuzzled closer. “You deserved the best birthday and I ruined it! You had to waste you morning helping me and-and while you got me these amazing gifts, I couldn’t get you one and the one I did get you was trash compared and to top it all off I broke it!-“

“Luigi!” Mario yelled scaring Luigi into shutting up. His face softened and he spoke a lot calmer “Lu.. you don’t have to get my anything for our birthday. The fact that I nearly lost you.. I felt that you deserve this birthday more then me because.. you almost didn’t get to have it.” Mario took a deep breath, pulling Luigi closer before he continued.

“since this month began, the nightmares have been worse because not only do I not save you, not only do I watch you die but these dreams are longer with me having to see what my life is like without you. And.. when our birthday comes around I can’t bring myself to be happy because you’re not there! Sometimes I’d see you as a ghost but you would just stare at me. Sometime sad, scared or angry. And I could never bring myself to say sorry because I didn’t deserve your forgiveness! Every night in my dreams, I’d have to live with the fear that I’d never get to say happy birthday or merry Christmas to you ever again! I don’t need a birthday gift, I just need to know that you’re alive and well, that’s more then enough for me.”

Luigi’s eyes widened before softening to take Mario’s hand “Mario.” Luigi started, staring directly into his eyes “If I had died that day I would never hate you or be angry with you, I know you would’ve tried everything in your power to save me and just being able to know that you didn’t die on rainbow road, that you had a second chance to keep living after my mistake with the warp pipe would be more then enough for me to die happy. I’d only be sad because I didn’t get to apologise myself or say goodbye and if I really did appear as a ghost.. I’d protect you, love you as you deserve to be. I could never hate you Mario even in death and I’d never leave you.”

Luigi gently took Mario’s hand and placed it flat on his chest. He heard Mario gasp as he felt his heart thumping under his palm “Just know that I’m here now. I love you and I’d never leave you. May we have many more birthdays together and.. happy birthday Mario.”

Mario sighed deeply before looking into Luigi’s eyes, pulling their foreheads together. Luigi could see what Mario was thinking through his eyes. ‘I was also afraid I’d never hear you that that again either.’ Mario and Luigi sighed as Mario pressed his palm deeper into Luigi’s chest. Luigi felt his heart give a little jump before going back into a slightly fast but steady rhythm. He pulled Mario up to the head of the bed and they both snuggled under the blanket. Mario moving his hand away and placed his head against Luigi’s chest in its place.

Mario smiled as a final tear slipped from his face. “Happy birthday Luigi.. and I love you too.. you’re the greatest gift I could ever ask for.

-The End.

Phew 😅 that took me longer then I expected it too. But I hope you all enjoyed nonetheless! 🎂

[yourfavouritefighter]

obsessed with @jell-o101’s comic, and thus I decided to show some support for my favourite lil guy KP!

no sad here! Just silly KP! He’s suffered enough so it’s time for him to be happy