#luigi trying to be a good dad

[sketchedboba]

How I see this going down pt. 2: Luigi's interactions

Iggy: *organizing his collection of figurines and sealed valuable power-ups*

Luigi: *knocks on the opened door* Iggy?

Iggy: *unaware and is trying to get the right angle for his jumbo mushroom*

Luigi: Iggy?

Junior: *passing by* Babbo? What's wrong?

Luigi: Oh, I was to ask Iggy what he'd like for lunch, but uhm... I don't know how to..

Junior: I got this! *Stomps on the ground*

Luigi: ?

Iggy: *turns around* hm? Oh! Hey :D

Junior: *does simple signs and asks what Iggy wants for lunch*

Iggy: *signs: Calzones*

Junior: He wants the calzones you made last time!

Luigi: Alright! They'll probably take a while though. He can have them for dinner, but I'll have to check. Also what were you doing with your claws?

Iggy: *walks over to them*

Luigi: can I look at it? Is the book still on the ship?

Junior: Huh? Oh yeah! It's signals? Um wait no..

Iggy: It's sign language. *pats Junior's head*

Junior: Uh-huh! Kamek has a whole book on Koopa sign language and signals, Papa and I learned it together! Not sure if everyone else did though.

Junior: Yeah! I'll ask Papa! *About to rush off*

Iggy: They're mostly made for three or four claws.. maybe if you had a glove that only showed four of your fingers...? *Getting lost in thought and starts rubbing his chin*

Luigi: O-Oh right, I don't have claws... *Staring at his stubby hands*

*The three just stand there in awkward silence*

[raekensluver]

WICKED OBSESSION - EX!LUIGI MANGIONE x FEM!READER- PART TWO

PART ONE, PART TWO

DESCRIPTION: it seems you finally managed to get luigi out of your life, so you decide to move on and date someone new. but when you're in a club and you run into luigi...how is he going to react to your new relationship?

CONTAINS: dark themes!!!!!!!!!!, toxic!luigi, clubbing, drugging, cheating, daterape, manipulation, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), mentions of babytrapping (it doesn't happen).

w.c: 4.2k

a/n: lowkey tweaking out because i know my baby lu would never do this but this is a work of fiction so it's okay....right?

the neon lights of the club throbbed in time with the bass, casting an eerie glow across the dance floor. the air had the scent of sweat and perfume, the sound of laughter and music an intoxicating blend that made the world feel alive. you leaned against the bar, sipping your drink, feeling the vibrations of the music in your chest. your new boyfriend, matt, swayed beside you, his hand resting gently on the small of your back.

months had passed since you last saw luigi. the memory of that night was a distant echo, a faint taste of something sour on the back of your tongue. you had blocked his number, deleted his messages, and even moved apartments to escape the shadow he had cast over your life. every time you thought you had left the toxic relationship behind, the fear of his reappearance had clung to you like a sticky web. but with matt, you felt free. his gentle touch was a balm to your bruised soul.

your parents adored matt. he had a way of making everyone feel seen and heard, a stark contrast to luigi's demanding presence. when he picked you up for dinner, he'd bring flowers for your mom, ask about your dad's day, and listen to their stories with genuine interest. he was the kind of son they had always hoped for. when they saw the two of you together, their faces lit up with the warmth of a thousand suns. they had never seen you so happy, so at peace.

but the night at the club, the night you saw luigi, the shadows of your past began to stretch their long fingers into the present. his eyes found you through the crowd, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. his gaze was intense, filled with a mix of anger and desperation. you felt a chill run down your spine, a shiver of fear that you thought you had outgrown. matt, noticing your sudden tension, wrapped his arm around you protectively, whispering, "who's that?"

you tried to play it cool, taking a sip of your drink and hoping luigi would just pass by, but his steps were determined. as he approached, his eyes never leaving yours, you felt the old weight of his presence settle back on your shoulders. "luigi," you murmured to matt, your voice shakier than you'd liked. "it's okay, everything's fine." you told him, but everything wasn't fine. luigi had always had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room, and even now, surrounded by the pulsing energy of the club, it was just the two of you.

"hey, it's been a minute," luigi said, his voice smooth as velvet, his smile forced and cold. matt offered a hand, a polite gesture that you appreciated, and luigi took it in a firm, almost painful grip. "luigi mangione," he said, introducing himself. "i know who you are," matt replied, his grip equally firm. "i've heard a lot about you." there was a beat, a moment where the tension grew thick enough to slice with a knife. luigi's eyes flicked to you, a question in them. "this is matt," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "my boyfriend."

his smile didn't waver, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. "oh," luigi said, his eyes lingering on matt. "you're the one who's been keeping her out of trouble, huh?" he leaned in, his voice low and mocking. "good for you. she used to be such a handful." matt's jaw tightened, but he didn't rise to the bait. "i think she's pretty perfect the way she is," he said, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to fill the space around you.

luigi's gaze snapped back to you, his eyes dark. "right," he said, his tone clipped. "well, i didn't come over here to cause any trouble. just wanted to say hi." his hand reached out, and for a split second, you thought he might touch you. but matt's grip on your waist tightened, a silent warning, and luigi's hand fell away. "another time, then," he said, his voice dripping with a promise that sent a fresh wave of cold fear through you.

he turned and began to walk away, his movements fluid and graceful despite the crush of people on the dance floor. your eyes followed him as he disappeared into the crowd, a snake slithering back into the shadows from which he came. matt's arm tightened around you, and you felt his breath in your ear. "are you okay?" he asked. you nodded, but the nod felt too heavy, forced. "yeah," you said, "i'm fine." but you weren't fine. the sight of luigi had cracked open a door you thought was sealed shut, and the memories flooded in, unbidden and unwelcome.

an hour passed, or maybe it was two, the minutes stretching and warping to the beat of the music. matt was pulled away by friends and you remained by the bar, the empty glass in your hand a silent sentinel to the fear that had crept back in. you tried to ignore the way the lights played over the shifting crowd, turning every shadow into a potential threat. you tried to focus on the music, the laughter, the warmth of matt's hand when it found yours again, but luigi's presence lingered like a bad taste.

suddenly, he was there again. luigi slid onto the stool next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. the bartender set down a drink in front of you, and you stared at it, a slithering coil of dread tightening in your stomach. "i just wanted to talk," he said, his voice a low murmur that seemed to cut through the din of the club. "i've missed you."

you took a deep breath, the taste of your drink bitter on your tongue. "it's over, luigi," you said, your voice firm. "i'm done." the words felt like a declaration of war, and for a moment, you braced yourself for the storm of his anger. but he just nodded, his smile never wavering.

his eyes searched yours, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "i know," he said, his voice a whisper over the music. "i just wanted to make sure you knew that i still care." you felt the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his words, and for a moment, doubt flickered. but then you remembered the pain, the tears, the endless cycle of his apologies and your forgiveness. "i don't need that kind of caring anymore," you replied, sliding off the stool. "i've got matt. he treats me right."

his expression didn't change, but the air around him grew colder. "you always did know how to pick 'em," he said, gesturing to the drink with a tilt of his head. "have one last toast with me?" the glass was filled with an amber liquid that glinted under the neon lights, and you knew it was your favorite whiskey. luigi had always had a way of knowing exactly what to say, what to do, to get under your skin.

you stared at the drink, the ice cubes clinking together with a sound like shattered promises. if you took a sip, if you engaged with him, you were afraid it might be like opening pandora's box. but maybe, just maybe, if you humored him this one time, he would leave you alone forever. you picked up the glass, the condensation wetting your fingers, and raised it to your lips.

the whiskey burned down your throat, a familiar warmth that brought with it a rush of bittersweet memories. you set the glass down firmly, the clink of it hitting the bar a declaration. "that's enough," you said, your voice clear and unwavering. "i have to go find matt." luigi's smile remained, but there was something in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine. "sure," he said, "enjoy the night."

you pushed through the sea of bodies, the music a muffled roar in your ears. the lights spun and swirled, making it hard to focus. matt's tall frame should have been easy to spot, but the more you looked, the more you realized he wasn't anywhere near. a sinking feeling began to form in your stomach, a knot that grew tighter with every passing second. you scanned the dance floor, the couches, the bathroom line, but there was no sign of him.

you pulled out your phone, the glow of the screen a beacon in the dark. no messages, no calls. you tried to call him, but the club's reception was spotty at best, and all you got was a series of rings followed by silence. where was he? had luigi said something to him? the whiskey swirled in your stomach, mixing with the fear that had taken hold. you sent a quick text, trying to keep the panic out of your words. "where are you?"

the seconds ticked by, feeling like hours. no response. the music grew louder, the lights more oppressive. the crowd seemed to close in around you, and you felt like you couldn't breathe. your heart hammered in your chest, a drumbeat that echoed the bass of the music. you pushed through the throngs of dancers, searching every face, but matt's was nowhere to be found.

the club was a labyrinth of neon lights and pounding rhythms, each step taking you further from safety and closer to the panic that threatened to consume you. the floor was sticky under your shoes, the air thick with the scent of desperation. your eyes searched frantically, darting from person to person, but all you saw were strangers, their faces a blur of indifference to your distress.

suddenly, a hand grabbed your arm, spinning you around. you gasped, ready to lash out, but it was luigi. his eyes searched yours, a flicker of genuine concern breaking through the mask of his usual arrogance. "you okay?" he asked, his voice cutting through the cacophony. you nodded, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. "matt's missing," you managed to shout over the music. "i can't find him."

luigi sneered for a second before it was replaced with something softer. "let's go look together," he offered, and for a second, you almost believed he had changed. almost. but you were desperate, and he was right there. together, you wove through the dancers, his hand in yours. his grip was firm, grounding you in a way that was eerily familiar. "matt's a good guy," luigi said, his voice low enough that only you could hear. "you deserve someone like him." the words stung, but you didn't have the energy to argue.

you began to feel loopy, the whiskey hitting you harder than it should have. the lights grew too bright, the sounds too loud. you stumbled, and luigi was there, his arm around your waist, supporting you. "are you okay?" he shouted, his face close to yours. you nodded, trying to shake off the fog that clouded your thoughts. "just need to find matt," you murmured, leaning into him.

his grip on you tightened, his thumb stroking the side of your hip in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. you realized with a start that the hand that had held yours was now resting on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd with a possessiveness that was all too familiar. the whiskey's warmth had turned to ice, and you felt yourself sinking into the cold embrace of the club's floor. "matt," you tried to call out, but your voice was a whisper lost in the roar.

the lights above swirled into a nauseating kaleidoscope, each color stabbing into your retinas like a knife. the music grew distorted, the laughter around you turning into a cacophony of taunts. you felt luigi's arm around you, his grip tightening as you stumbled again. "let's go someplace quieter," he yelled in your ear, his breath hot and sour. the hand that had been on your back slid up to your shoulder, his fingers digging in, and you realized with horror that you couldn't move away. your limbs felt like lead, and the panic grew, a scream trapped in your chest.

the edges of the club blurred as he half-dragged you through a side door and into a hallway that was a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the main room. the walls were cold and unforgiving, the floor sticky under your feet. the lights flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced around you like ghosts from your past. your thoughts swirled like the neon lights, a toxic mix of fear and confusion. "matt," you tried to call out, but your voice was lost in the thump of the bass that seemed to follow you even here.

"shh," luigi murmured, his breath warm against your cheek. his arms were around you, supporting you, but it felt more like a cage. "he's probably just stepped outside for some air." his voice was soothing, the way it used to be when you were together, when you were lost in his lies. "let's sit down, okay?" before you could protest, he had guided you to a bench against the wall, his grip firm and unyielding.

you leaned against him, your vision swimming. the whiskey had hit you harder than you had anticipated, and the room spun in a dizzying array of lights and sounds. you tried to focus on his face, but it kept shifting, changing into the monster you had left behind. "matt," you whispered, the name a prayer on your lips. "i need to find matt."

his arms tightened around you. "he'll find you," he assured you, his voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down your spine. "right now, you just need to relax." his hand slid down to your waist, his fingers curling possessively. you tried to push him away, but your body didn't respond, heavy and sluggish. "no," you slurred, the word barely audible. "not again."

the room tilted and you felt yourself slipping, the floor rising up to meet you. luigi's arms tightened, his grip like iron bars keeping you upright. "don't worry, i've got you," he whispered, his breath hot on your neck. "just let me take care of you." the words echoed in your mind, a siren's call from a nightmare you thought you had left behind.

you felt his hand move again, this time sliding up to the base of your neck, his thumb brushing against your pulse point. your heart hammered in your chest, a desperate rhythm that seemed to match the throb of the bass still pounding in your ears. you knew what was happening, knew the game he was playing, but you couldn't find the strength to fight it. "no," you murmured, the word barely escaping your lips. "please."

his eyes searched yours, the coldness in them sending a chill down your spine. "you always did like to play hard to get," he said, his voice a mockery of sweetness. your mouth felt dry, the whiskey a burning memory on your tongue. you tried to swallow, but your throat was a desert, parched and desolate. the room spun faster, the lights above becoming a blur of color that made your head ache.

his hand moved up to cup your chin, forcing you to look at him. "don't you remember how good we were together?" he asked, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "i can give you everything you want. everything you need." his breath was hot, the scent of alcohol and something darker, something that made your stomach churn. "matt can't give you what i can."

you tried to pull away, to stand, to scream, but your body was uncooperative. your legs felt like jelly, your arms heavy weights attached to your shoulders. "no," you whispered, the word barely escaping your numb lips. "i don't want that anymore." the room was spinning faster, the lights above swirling into a sickening pattern that made you want to retch.

luigi's grip remained unyielding, his thumb stroking your cheek with a gentle pressure that was anything but comforting. "you don't know what you want," he murmured, his eyes searching yours with a hunger that made your skin crawl. "but i do. i want you." his voice was a siren's call, a promise of comfort in the storm that raged within you. but it was a lie, and you knew it.

his other hand found yours, guiding it with a surprising force to the bulge in his pants. your stomach lurched, the whiskey churning in your stomach like a tempest. "feel that?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to shake the very foundation of the club. "that's how much i want you." the fabric of his trousers was rough under your trembling fingers, the heat from his body searing through the material. "luigi, no," you managed to gasp, your voice barely above a whisper.

his hand didn't move, his grip unyielding as he pressed your palm against his erection. "just one more time," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "i'll make it worth your while." the memory of his touch, his kisses, his promises flooded your mind like a tsunami, threatening to drown you in a sea of despair. his thumb traced lazy circles on the inside of your wrist, sending a shiver of revulsion through you.

you felt his cock twitch under your touch, and you realized with a start that his hand had moved away, leaving yours to hover there, unsure of what to do. your mind screamed at you to push him away, to run, but your body remained frozen, trapped in a prison of fear and doubt. his eyes bore into yours, searching for a flicker of the desire that had once burned so brightly for him. but all you felt was the cold, hard reality of his manipulation.

his hand moved to the back of your head, gently but firmly guiding you closer to his crotch. you could feel the heat of him, smell the musk of his desire. your stomach churned with the whiskey and the horror of what was about to happen. "please," you whispered, your voice barely audible. but he didn't listen. he never did.

his zipper rasped open, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. your eyes watered with the effort of not crying, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you break. his cock sprang free, hard and demanding, and you knew what he wanted. his hand pushed your head down, the pressure unmistakable. you closed your eyes, took a deep, shaky breath, and did as he bid.

his cock filled your mouth, the taste of him bitter and wrong. you felt his hands on your hair, guiding you, his breath coming in short, excited gasps. your cheeks hollowed as you moved up and down, his grip tightening with each stroke. the whiskey churned in your stomach, but you couldn't throw up. not now. not here. you had to get through this.

you kept your eyes on him, his face a mask of lust and power. his eyes were locked on yours, the dark pools of his pupils swallowing any hope of escape. the lights above threw shadows across his face, making him look like a demon from hell itself. his mouth moved, whispering words of encouragement, of ownership, but you couldn't hear them. the only sound was the sickening sounds of your swallowing and gagging and and the thud of your own heart, beating a desperate rhythm of survival.

then, without warning, luigi pulled himself out of your mouth, his grip on your hair painfully tight. he pushed you back down onto the bench, his eyes never leaving yours. his pants fell to his ankles with a soft thump, and he positioned himself between your legs. "you always did know how to take care of me," he murmured, his voice a knife slicing through the silence. your heart hammered in your chest, a wild, terrified animal trapped in a cage.

his hand reached up under your skirt, the fabric rough against your skin. you tried to close your legs, to fight him off, but your body was a traitor, too weak from the drugged whiskey and the fear. his fingers found your panties, ripping them aside with a savage jerk. the sound of the tearing fabric was like a gunshot in the quiet hallway. you felt a moment of pure, unbridled rage, but it was quickly swallowed by the cold, numbing acceptance that had become so familiar during your time with him.

his cock pushed into you, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out. the pain was a white-hot knife, slicing through the fog in your mind. he was rough, his thrusts hard and fast, like he was trying to claim you all over again. your hands gripped the edge of the bench, your nails digging into the wood. you didn't look at him, focusing instead on the flickering lights above, trying to find a pattern in the chaos to hold onto.

but despite your efforts to remain detached, a moan slipped out, low and desperate. it was like a dam breaking, and suddenly you couldn't hold back the sounds of your body's betrayal. the pleasure built, unwanted, the whiskey making your senses too intense, too alive to ignore. your eyes squeezed shut, and your mouth opened in a silent scream as luigi fucked you, his hips slamming into yours with a brutal rhythm.

his hand left your neck and traveled down your front, his fingers tracing a fiery path down your spine. you shuddered at the contact, a mix of revulsion and unwanted arousal that made your skin crawl. his grip was firm, his fingers digging into your skin, reminding you of the power he had over you, even now. "see?" he murmured, his voice thick with victory. "you still want me."

his thrusts grew deeper, more deliberate, his eyes on yours. "you know i could get you pregnant," he whispered, his breath hot on your face. "wouldn't that be great? you, tied to me for the rest of your life, just like i always wanted." the words were a knife in your soul, twisting and turning until you weren't sure if the moans coming from your throat were from pleasure or pain. "i could do it right now," he continued, his voice a taunt. "make sure you never forget who you really belong to."

the sobs began then, deep and raw, the sound of your own breaking. luigi's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before the smugness returned. he liked your tears, liked that he could still make you cry. his grip on your hip tightened, his thumb digging into your flesh as he pumped into you harder. "that's it," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "just let go."

you didn't want to let go. you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you crumble, but the whiskey and the fear and the memories were too much. the moans grew louder, mingling with your sobs, and you hated yourself for it. your body was responding to his touch, betraying you with every stroke, every thrust. his other hand found your clit, and you bit down on your lip, trying to keep the noises inside.

his eyes gleamed with triumph, his smile cold and cruel. "that's it," he murmured again, his voice a sibilant whisper in the dark. "just like old times." his thumb circled your clit, pressing down with a merciless precision that made your eyes roll back in your head. your hips bucked against his hand, a silent plea for release that was more about ending this nightmare than giving in to his touch.

the orgasm ripped through you, tearing apart what was left of your defenses. your body arched, your nails scraping the bench as you came around his cock, the sound of your cries lost in the music that thumped through the walls. luigi's smile grew wider, his hips moving faster. "see, baby?" he said, his voice a mockery of tenderness. "we're perfect together."

then, without warning, he pulled out, his cock slick with your arousal. you felt the warmth of his cum spurt onto your stomach, painting you with his claim. the act was a final declaration of his dominance, a physical manifesto of his ownership. your eyes snapped open, meeting his in a silent battle of wills. you hated him, hated the way your body responded to him even now, hated the way his cum marred your skin.

his smile never wavered as he tucked himself away and zipped up his pants. "see you around," he said, his voice casual as if you hadn't just been violated in the shadows of a club. and with that, he turned and left you there, trembling and alone. the sound of his footsteps echoed down the hallway, fading into the throb of the music until all that remained was the sticky emptiness of his absence.

[realhotgirlshitah]

Need yall to know whenever you post a new pic of Lulu my mind IMMEDIATELY races to write something because GAWD there’s a story begging to be written with every photo 🧍🏾‍♀️

Here’s the first inspired by this TikTok coming in hot!

You sat cross-legged on your dorm bed, your laptop open, but you weren’t paying attention to it. Instead, your focus was entirely on Luigi, who had taken over your desk with his textbooks and laptop, deep into whatever comp sci assignment he was working on.

You’d invited him over to study, but concentrating on anything else was proving impossible.

Luigi’s brow furrowed as he read through lines of code on his screen, his head tilting slightly in thought. Every now and then, he’d squint, and that’s when it happened—the subtle pout of his lips. He didn’t even seem to realize he was doing it, but to you, it was the cutest thing in the world.

Your fingers idly tapped on your phone, though your eyes kept drifting back to him. He shifted in his chair, leaning closer to the screen, and the pout deepened as he encountered something particularly tricky. It was so endearing, so unfairly adorable, that you couldn’t stop the little laugh that escaped your lips.

He heard it immediately. His eyes flicked toward you, eyebrows raised. “What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity—and a bit of suspicion.

You shrugged, biting back a grin. “Nothing,” you said, feigning innocence. “You’re just… cute when you concentrate.”

His reaction was immediate. Luigi rolled his eyes in that signature way of his, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “I’m not cute,” he grumbled, turning back to his laptop. “I’m trying to work.”

That only made you laugh more, watching as his jaw tightened in concentration and his lips puckered again. You couldn’t help it—your mind wandered to an image of him wearing a pair of glasses, the kind perched low on the bridge of his nose. Combined with that pout and his squinting, he’d look like someone’s impossibly hot dad who’d just come home from work, ready to lecture you about staying up too late.

The thought made you snort, and this time, you didn’t even try to hide it.

He glanced back at you, narrowing his eyes. “Seriously, what?”

You grinned, shaking your head. “You’re just… you’d look so good in glasses, you know? All squinty and pouty like that. Very ‘hot professor meets hot dad.’”

Luigi groaned, his head dropping into his hands as he muttered, “I came here to study, not to be psychoanalyzed.”

But you couldn’t take it anymore. You launched yourself off the bed, practically pouncing on him before he could react. He let out a startled grunt as you landed in his lap, your hands grabbing his face as you giggled.

“Baby, what the hell?” he muttered, his voice somewhere between exasperated and amused.

“You’re just so cute!” you exclaimed, your lips pressing to his forehead. Then his cheeks. Then his nose. You couldn’t stop yourself, smothering him in kisses as he sat there, frozen, his face quickly turning red.

“Okay, okay,” he said, though he made no real attempt to push you away. His hands came up to rest on your hips, his grip steady but gentle. “I get it. I’m cute. Can you let me breathe now?”

“Not a chance,” you teased, peppering kisses along his jawline. “You’re too irresistible.”

He sighed, though you caught the faintest twitch of a smile on his lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re adorable,” you shot back, pulling back just enough to look at him properly. His lips were still slightly pouty, his cheeks flushed, and his dark eyes were staring up at you with a mix of fondness and exasperation. “Seriously, Luigi. How am I supposed to concentrate when you look like that?”

“I could say the same thing about you,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “You’re a lot, you know that?”

“Only for you, my Italian diva” you replied, your hands still holding his face as you leaned in for another kiss, this one softer and slower. And a great way to make his brain short circuit to prevent him from whining and bitching about the term of endearment you’d just given him, no matter how true it was.

His grip on your hips tightened slightly, and for a moment, he kissed you back, his lips warm and surprisingly tender against yours. When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, both of you catching your breath.

For a few seconds, you just sat there, the room quiet except for the soft hum of his laptop. Then he sighed dramatically, glancing back at his computer. “You know, I actually have work to do.”

You grinned, shifting in his lap so you were more comfortable. “And I’ll let you get back to it, Professor Pouty. Eventually.”

Luigi shook his head, muttering something under his breath about how impossible you were, but he didn’t push you off. Instead, he adjusted his chair slightly, letting you stay where you were while he halfheartedly returned to his work.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, smiling to yourself. You knew you were distracting him, but you couldn’t help it—Luigi was just too cute to resist.

A/N: IM SOBBING AT HIS LITTLE POUT OH MY GOD MY SHAYLAAAAA 😭💔

A quick lil fluffy drabble that I wrote on my 15 minute break (free me from the shackles of work omg)

More lulu content incoming because I’m unfortunately a whore for curly headed brunettes that are lowkey losers but ridiculously hot 🫤

[luigilore]

hi! girl dad luigi thoughts incoming (I'm the same anon from the loveshackfancy perfumes hyperfeminine thoughts)

he's very proud of his Italian heritage so I think he'd give his daughter an Italian name but one that easily integrates well in American society. Names like Valentina, Aurora, Bianca and Stella.

Bianca Mangione has a nice ring to it ngl

his little girl is the apple of his eye and that little girl is a true daddy's girl. she looks up at him with her big brown doe eyes like he could do no wrong. he is fully aware of this, is honored to have had her unconditional love from the moment she was born and tries his absolute best to set the best example for her.

he's very big on manners so he's constantly teaching his daughter from the moment she's old enough to talk to say "please" after a request and to say "thank you" as an expression of gratitude. Teaches her to hold the door open for the people behind her, teaches her to never speak down to others and to never talk about people behind their backs. he's never going to go hard core into table manners since he never liked that as a kid but as long as she's holding her utensils, isn't leaving a trail of crumbs around the plate and isn't talking with her mouth full, he's good.

he's taking that girl to museums every other weekend. learning is a good bonding experience especially at that age. the museum of natural history (basing this off of museums in nyc) to see dinosaur remains, the Hayden Planetarium Space Show which I think they'd both be fascinated by. He'd take her to the MET to see the exhibition on Japanese kimono styles or Renaissance Art.

he's taking that girl to the library too. he'll take her the big library in the city sometimes but most of the time he'll take her to their small local library and go to the children's section to look at the little chapter books. When she accidentally yelps a little too loud, he holds up his index finger to his mouth in a shushing motion. "Bianca, we need to be quiet remember? Other people are reading, we need to be respectful" Once he's done picking out her chapter books for the month, they go to the adult science fiction/ fantasy section where he picks up a new science fiction book.

He's always holding her little hand too and his heart swells every time he hears her calling him "Daddy!" Will secretly give her sweets while they're out alone together even though you explicitly told him not to give her sweets until after dinner.

She's girly, she's playful, she's inquisitive and he's only too happy to indulge in her desire to learn everything about everything. Bianca is him but a girl LMAO

STOPPPPPP hi 🩷🩷omg this is amazing tysm for blessing us w this… i truly love ur mind 😁

i also agree about a traditional italian name esp one that he can make a cute nickname from!!!! and bianca is sooo cute stop i love it<//3 she would be a total daddy's girl from day one (which ur okay with u get it 🤗) like omg imagine her first word is ‘dada’ is luigi is SO happy and proud and videotaping and sending it to everyone but also telling you “dada” is much easier to pronounce than the “mama” sound phonetically so this is extremely common and ur like 🙂 k. but then she’s prob be babbling “mama,” like the next day… he would be soooo proud of her and would put a pic of bianca and then one of you and her together in his wallet <3 and ofc his phone lock screen .

omg yeah he def would be big on manners and she would be so sweet and his heart would swell when she's telling him about the friends she made in pre-k and the other kid she sat with bc they were eating alone!!! 🩷🩷

omg omg he would loveee taking her to museums; there's a children's one nearby that has a mini fake grocery store, fire fighter station, hospital, farm, etc, like literally everything she wants to try every single thing and he's all for it like patiently going with her and smiling and taking photos for hours.

a planetarium would be SO cool he would just love seeing her awe and her reaction to new things, seeing her experience everything for the first time. she would be very curious which did lead to quite a few messes as a toddler (the worst maybe when she got into your makeup but she just wanted to be like you :'))

omg a lot of nature and hiking maybe a picnic... just anything to get outside. lathers her face with sunscreen but then u still have to nag him about putting on his own 🙄

has always always always been reading and talking to her since she was born it's so good for her brain and speech development. the library knows the mangione's and love you guys and bianca!!! they think you're the sweetest fam ever he'll grab a book for you he thinks you'll like or a new release you mentioned you wanted to read.

she will stick her hand up to hold or both of them up when she wants to be picked up, which is often... he loves loves loves holding her. and also this would be when she's a baby baby but i feel like he would really love baby-wearing (she does too lol!!!) but he would watch you so so intently wrapping her against your chest, and help you, but one day would just be like can i do it? and then he's hooked 😭

he would just be sooooo proud of her and take being a father very seriously. he would be so involved. i agree she would remind him a lot of himself and it would make him quite emotional... ive mentioned this before but fr he would never ever tell her ‘because i told you’ or ‘just because,’ he would try to explain everything to her. <333 she'll tug on his pant leg when she has a question usually... omg just their hand size difference would be insane as she tries to swing their interlocked hands side to side :’)

[palskippah]

Hi! There are role swap AUs of them already and I love them so much, so I tried making my own too! You should know that this is entirely self-indulgent like anything else I draw askdaslds

There is Mareach and Bowuigi bc yes alskdklasd and a tiny bit of one-sided Luaisy that leads to nothing because Luigi's a married man 😔

I had other drawings of them, but they're not colored yet and I wanted to share the idea already sjsjs

Here's some ideas for this AU!

-Mario's the Mushroom Kingdom Princess and his parents are the King and Queen. Luigi used to be the other princess, green princess or green princess Mario (as in, his bro Mario, not his last name Mario 😔), but he married Bowser and became the Queen of the Darklands :y Everyone in there respects and remembers his name, he's built a really good reputation for himself by simply being himself, in this house we believe in the 'Luigi is the Darklands' hero' hc too. Their aunt and uncles (and cousin) rule Sarasaland.

-(King boo's a Darklands ally but still hates Queen Luigi from that one time he wiped clean his mansion when the king kidnapped Mario. Luigi's scared of ghosts still too, but Junior always reassures him he's gonna beat them up if they try scaring his mama (I drew it actually, I'm gonna color it too!))

-When the bros were 20 Bowser at first tried kidnapping Princess Mario, and Mario was ready to beat his ass but they ended up talking about ally-making and ruling a kingdom as Bowser just got crowned king. Mario advised him to listen to his advisor and other stuff and by the time Luigi caught the koopa ship, ready to bonk Bowser in the head with his comically large hammer, the princess and king made plans of starting a treaty.

>Anyways, they met often after that when Bowser went to plan the treat with the Mario King and Queen. Luigi fell for Bowser and Bowser fell harder and Mario regretted talking to Bowser and should have instead just beat him up. He's happy for his bro though. When they married and had Junior and adopted the koopalings he decided that he was very happy that he talked to Bowser. He loves how happy Luigi is.

-Princess Mario accomplishes many things and excels at almost anything he tries, and all the toads treat him as a hero as well as a princess and all, so his dad doesn't think he's a failure, but still bothers him by urging him to get married ever since he turned thirty. He often compares him to Luigi, who got married at 23 and in the present had eight kids with his husband. Mario doesn't give a shit about marrying soon, but wished his dad would stop being annoying. His mamma is a sweetheart as always and often tells her husband to leave him alone. King Mario is stubborn as hell though (his two boys got that from him), so he doesn't.

-Peach and Daisy are cousins and they were trying to start a business together, though they weren't still sure about what (you know as Princess Peach and Daisy have many businesses together in canon aksdla), but before they could settle anything they somehow fell in the pipe and Peach landed in the Mushroom Kingdom and Daisy in the Darklands.

-Bowser still steals the Super Star, but in hopes of giving Luigi the coolest anniversary gift ever, as it's their seventh and all that. He very often gives him all sort of things, like great statues, many many dresses and all the stuff that he knows Luigi loves. Being the himbo he is, he's genuinely concerned that Luigi wouldn't like something unless it is completely new and has never been gifted to him at all. Of course, Luigi would love anything he'd give him, because Bowser's gifts are always made with love. By the end of the things, Luigi tells Bowser so and calls him an idiot affectionally, and also makes him return the Super Star. (movie-like, you know, since this is somehow a retelling alksdlasd)

-Based on what I read at discord, if you're who wrote it, pls know that i love your ideas jsjs- Bowser has set up many statues of Luigi that are of a nice stone color and has gems in its eyes to glow under the lava and the sun when it's out. Imagine that one Luigi render where he's got an arm raised and the other nicely by his side and he's smiling, that's the main statue of Queen Luigi sjjds. They contrast greatly against Bowser's, that were made to make his fierceness stand out, unlike Luigi's that highlight his kindness.

-In the piano scene, Bowser is playing and singing and Luigi's laying on his stomach over the piano's surface (no idea if that's possible but humor me alkdalsd) and listens with the most besotted expression ever, resting his face on his palms. When Kamek interrupts them Luigi's not mad or anything, but Bowser really glares at the magikoopa.

-Junior finds Daisy and brings her to the castle, in hopes that his mama and papa will help her, because they're the greatest people in the whole world and they can do anything.

-Daisy and Luigi quickly become friends, making Bowser jealous of the other human, especially because Daisy from time to time looks at Luigi as if she like-liked him. Not that he thought Luigi had eyes for anyone else beside him, but it was still annoying. And Diasy, for all she annoyed him, seemed to fully respect that Luigi was happily married.

-Daisy teases Bowser mercilessly too, at first clueless that she's supposed to be terrified and respect this guy like everyone else does (maybe Junior takes her to him first, and completely forgetting Junior's initial rambling about his family, she doesn't realize Bowser's the king, but when she meets Luigi, she sees his crown and fancy clothes and immediately knows she gotta be respectful to this guy. She doesn't know how royals are in this lava world, after all), but she keeps doing it, knowing the koopa king may look terrifying but he's mostly bark and no bite.

-DK and Mario are friends and they often meet up to beat the shit out of the other, or sparring as it's called, I think. The first time they did it, Mario got the cat power up and destroyed DK in front of the kong king and other kongs, and since then Cranky doesn't dislike Mario so much, and the others respect him greatly too.

-Mareach,,, they look at eachother and sparkles are in there too. Peach doesn't brutally throw Mario to the ground or anything, but he loses his breath anyways because of her beauty. Also, Mario's type is beautiful tall women (and tall idiot men, maybe his dad suggests DK as a husband and Mario's like ew dad, we're just friends. Or maybe... Donkareach... I like the fics that has them, but idk for this).

-Toad as a wingman, he doesn't care how obvious he is, he's gonna make Princess Mario and his new friend Peach be together, because they clearly like-like the other.

That's all I got for now askdalsd thanks if you read my ramblings, sorry if there's mistakes in writing.

I'm gonna color the stuff I got left and maybe draw more, but knowing myself I dunno if I will anytime soon 😔 Also I go back to college the next week sadly sjsjd

Got any thoughts on the AU? Tell cuz I'd love to know c:< but only if it's nice thoughts, I'm sensitive akdalsd

[luigisleftshoe]

Father to be Luigi Headcanons

When you tell him, he short circuits. It doesn’t matter how you tell him, cutesy note, direct announcement, accidentally show him the test. He just stares at you, dead silent, blinking like you told him you saw God in your breakfast toast.“You’re… wait. Wait. You’re—holy shit.” Then he drops to his knees and just wraps his arms around your stomach like you are literally holding the sun inside you.

He cries. Not like sniffles. Full tears. Starts talking too fast. Laughs mid-cry. Wipes his nose on his hoodie sleeve.“Are you okay? Are you scared? Are we gonna be okay? You’re gonna be such a good mom. Like unfairly good. I love you so much I might combust.”

Immediately panics about everything. Googles prenatal vitamins Orders 4 types of water bottles. Buys books with titles like "Engineering the Modern Father: Emotional & Structural Load-Bearing.” You tell him he’s spiraling. He stares at you like: “I’m literally responsible for protecting the vessel of our love, babe. I’m chill. This is me chill.”(He is not chill.)

Turns into the weirdest health nut alive. Bans you from lifting grocery bags. Meal preps aggressively. Has a meltdown over mercury levels in canned tuna. “Babe, this hummus has SODIUM. You’re carrying our future. You’re a national monument.”

He adds “baby-related zones” to his mental map. Hospital. Closest 24-hr pharmacy. The route to your OB/GYN. “Safe bathrooms within 10 miles.” honestly he'd probably build you a  custom Google Map. Color-coded. Shared with you. Titled: “Pregnancy Pathways: Wife Protection Plan v1.” or something dumb like that 

Starts timing your commute. Like if you normally take 13 minutes to get home and it takes 16 today?You’re getting a text like:“Not trying to be crazy but are you good? You’re +3 mins over your projected arrival time.”

Becomes weirdly obsessed with nesting but in a Luigi way. He’s not just building a crib. He’s: Comparing ergonomic gliders. Creating a color-coded “vibe board” for the nursery. Installing blackout curtains while shirtless and muttering: “I’m making a cave for our little cave goblin.” Also insists on a stupid theme like “Jungle Italian Renaissance” 

Talks to your belly like it’s a walkie-talkie. “Hey kid. It's me. Your dad. She’s doing great. Kicked ass at work today. Just wanted you to know you’ve got a good one growing you.”, “If you ever hurt her from the inside, we’re gonna have beef. Love you tho.” Also puts headphones on your stomach and plays the Interstellar soundtrack.

Gets extra soft during sex. Like, he still knows how to make you feel good, but now he’s obsessed with holding you, whispering into your skin: “I’m inside my wife while she’s carrying our baby. This is some spiritual shit. I’m overwhelmed.” Also cries after and tries to hide it bc ya know he has to be tough.

Man is SAT at every doctor's appointment. He doesn't care what kind of work conflict he has or anything he is making it to every single one and taking diligent notes. He will ask a million questions and asks them again after you leave. He will start a shared notes app with you of all the stuff the doctor said too just so you can refer back to it at any given moment. 

Once you hit the third trimester? He’s fully insane in the best way. Has you on live location. Has the hospital on speed dial. Has your OB’s entire office schedule memorized. Is running simulations in his head for “what if the water breaks at Target” vs. “on the freeway” vs. “in your sleep”. He’s sending you texts like: “Leaving for work. Your phone’s charged, right? Remember: if labor starts, call me, not Uber. I’ll dropkick a minivan.”

he absolutely spent the third trimester over-researching birth options. He’s made charts. He’s watched vlogs. He’s asked his friends inappropriate questions. He’s printed out: Hospital birth plan, Home birth plan, and “Emergency forest birth” plan (just in case). And he has each one stuck to your fridge just in case.  He has a binder labeled “BABY STRATEGY.” When you ask what he actually wants, he says: “I want what you want. But also... home birth just feels so “sacred”. I wanna catch the baby myself. What if they imprint on me.” He’s both dead serious and so unqualified. You tell him: “I’m not pushing out a baby next to our houseplants.” He nods. Understands. Still gently lights a candle “for ambiance” when you hit 38 weeks.

When your water actually breaks, he thinks he’s the one dying. You're like “hey babe I think—” and he’s IMMEDIATELY ON THE FLOOR. “It’s happening. Oh my god it’s happening. Babe? Babe. Where is the bag. WHERE IS THE BAG.” Trips over the cat. Puts your sneakers on the wrong feet. Fully tries to hand you your skincare bag instead of the hospital one.

He’s still trying to convince you to labor in the bathtub before you go. “Babe. One bath. One soothing breath. You love baths. It’s in the plan. Page 3.” You’re like “I am leaking LIFE. We are LEAVING.” He salutes. Grabs the bag. Opens the wrong door. Walks into the closet.

In the car he is every kind of maniac. One hand gripping the wheel The other hand gripping your thigh like it’s an anchor. Voice shaking as he tries to coach you through contractions using a YouTube video he half-remembered from March “Breathe in 4. Out 6. You’re doing great. You’re incredible. You’re hotter than Beyoncé. I’m so scared.” Keeps whispering “my wife is having my baby” like it’s a spell.

At the hospital, he is both deeply unhelpful and absolutely devoted. Cries when they ask if he’s the dad.  Holds your hand like he’s on a sinking ship. He is absolutely terrified of getting in the way of the doctors and nurses trying to help you but he also completely glued to you at the same time. And when the nurse says “she’s fully dilated”? He just blurts out:“Wait I thought we had more time. I didn’t even get to do the affirmation mirror thing.”

In the quiet moments between contractions, he’s whispering to your stomach. “Hey kid. I know it’s wild in there. Take your time. Be safe. But also please be chill. Mommy’s doing amazing. Daddy’s losing his mind.”

And when it’s go time? He’s right there. Holding your leg. Crying. Absolutely useless but incredibly present. He sees the head and gasps like he’s watching the Northern Lights. Then yells “BABE. OUR BABY HAS A SKULL. I CAN SEE IT. THIS IS INSANE.”

When the baby comes out, he falls apart. Just drops to his knees beside the bed. One hand on your face. One on your thigh. Sobbing. “You did it. You did it. I love you. I love them. I’m gonna pass out. But like romantically.” He’s shaking when he holds the baby. Can’t stop staring. Mumbles: “Hi. I’m your dad. I’ve been waiting my whole life to meet you.”

[pianokantzart]

Thinking about Bowser Jr and how the dynamic would be in the movie universe where Bowser's not just a regular baddy who causes trouble on a monthly basis, but an overpowered maniac with a long history of doing significant damage. He has conquered kingdoms and left them in ruins. His presence forced the entire Mushroom Kingdom to evacuate, he nearly killed Luigi alongside an army of Donkey Kong's allies (as well as DK himself), and he easily beat Mario to a pulp in their first encounter. Through a combination of teamwork and sheer luck Mario narrowly managed to put this guy away, hopefully for good.

And then along comes Bowser's 13 year old kid.

And this kid loves his dad with all his heart and just wants to make him proud, but making him proud (unfortunately) involves following in his footsteps.

But Mario himself has a long history of wanting to make his dad proud, so he feels for this kid because he's 13, of course he wants to be just like his Dad! But then Junior turns out to be a legitimate threat? And Bowser... for all the damage he's done and lives he's ruined... seems to genuinely love his son in return???

So Mario is caught between helplessly trying to talk this kid down, not letting him hurt anyone, and not getting killed himself, but he did NOT sign up for these conflicting emotions he just wanted to fix people's pipes!

[gale-gentlepenguin]

I had a dream that there was a new Mario and Luigi game (but it wasn’t the one coming to the switch)

Basically some group of Koopa’s with strange markings showed up to the mushroom kingdom and Kidnap Peach. Taking her to the ‘Lost Kingdom’

Mario and Luigi believe Bowser was responsible and was shocked to find out he wasn’t. But also Bowser gets kidnapped!

So Mario and Luigi teams up with Bowser Jr to rescue Peach and Bowser.

Bowser Jr. had a gimmick that he’d help traverse the kingdom with his clown cart that got upgrades as you traveled.

It’s revealed that the main villain is actually Bowser’s father’s. Who was sealed inside a crystal. Bowser never knew this.

Apparently Bowser’s dad was a real monsterous guy that even most of his supporters didn’t like him, and they worked with the previous Royal of the mushroom kingdom to seal him away. It was Kamek that helped seal him away.

Bowser’s Dad, Towzer was planning on using Peach’s power to break his seal and then take over his Son’s body.

The whole story was giving talks about fatherhood and family. It was actually really endearing.

Towzer actually does get free but Bowser resists being controlled… until he says he will go after his son. Then he capitulates.

Towzer transforms bowser to look more like Giga bowser. It’s actually really cool.

Mario, Luigi and Bowser Junior beat up Towzer and free him from Bowser… and becomes a gigantic monster.

Thus we get the Bowser Junior giant mech battle. With bowser helping in the fight.

Towzer gets defeated for good.

Bowser talks with Kamek about his father, saying he understood why Kamek never told him about him.

“He was actually really pathetic. Using Me to try and live longer. If he was so weak to be sealed away he isn’t worth crying over. I’d never leave my son alone.”

And it was a really sweet end to the story with Peach making them all a cake. Which Bowser gets to taste.

But then he tries to kidnap peach again and the cycle starts again. But Bowser Junior thanks the Mario brothers for their help and that today he won’t help his dad. But next time, he will.”

[batneko]

Something Goes Wrong and Bowser Jr.'s clown car ends up flying off halfway across the globe with Luigi in tow. They crash-land in a hostile environment which means they can't just wait by the wreckage for rescue, and to distract Junior from how much danger they're in Luigi pulls the two-way radio out of the car and asks if Junior can fix it.

Meanwhile back home everybody thinks that Junior kidnapped Luigi for some reason, which leads to Bowser and Mario fighting, which means nobody notices for most of a day that Junior really should have been back by now...

Surprisingly, Junior does fix the radio, and manages to contact his dad just as Bowser is starting to worry. Junior assures him they're fine, they just don't know where they are, and they're traveling in the direction Luigi thinks people most likely are. Bowser yells at Luigi that he'd better keep Junior safe, Luigi says he will, and that's that.

Until a few hours later when Junior has dropped off to sleep and Luigi uses the radio again to let Bowser know that they are not okay, there's hazards and predators everywhere, Luigi has no idea where people might be, he's just been lying and distracting Junior all day to keep him calm.

Bowser is like, "Good. Continue that." and asks Luigi for more details about where they are so he can mount a rescue team.

But out of spite Bowser doesn't tell Mario that he's heard from his brother.

The next day is more travel and more danger and once again Luigi waits until they've found shelter and Junior is asleep before radioing Bowser to update their actual progress and not just whatever Junior reported at random. This time Bowser listens a little better, and gives advice on the monsters he recognizes. Eventually Luigi actually feels a little bit reassured.

It keeps going like that for days. Luigi is running on adrenaline and fumes, they're foraging for supplies when they're not running for their lives, and since Junior is oblivious to most of the danger he keeps insulting Luigi for being a coward and a wimp. Bowser is sending out search parties to everywhere that matches their descriptions, but they're spending so much time fighting and fleeing that even if a ship flew right overhead they might not notice it.

But every night Bowser and Luigi talk, and though Bowser is still prickly about it he can't help but appreciate everything Luigi is doing for his son. Likewise, Luigi looks forward to those talks as the only time of day he can let out what he's really feeling.

Finally they stumble upon a town. Luigi goes to the first person he sees, asks where they are, reports that back to Bowser, and passes out.

Next time he opens his eyes he's laying in a doctor's office with Bowser, of all people, yelling about how hard can it possibly be to treat a guy for heat stroke?! while Junior, sound asleep, clings to Luigi's hand.

The next next time he opens his eyes he's in Bowser's castle and Bowser is fighting with Mario in the hallway about whether or not Luigi should be moved again. Luigi drags himself out of bed to tell both of them to please keep it down and he's fine and what day is it?

Over the time Luigi is recovering (it's mostly exhaustion and stress but he's not complaining about the meals in bed) he talks with Bowser more and more. About what happened, but also in general, casual conversations. Chit-chat. And Junior likes to come visit him too, even if he's just drawing or playing with toys in the corner. He still doesn't seem to understand how close they both came to dying out there, but it's clear he feels comfortable with Luigi nearby.

And so does Bowser, Bowser realizes, when it's time for Luigi to go. Those evening conversations weren't exactly enjoyable, under the circumstances, but he got used to Luigi's voice. Even with Junior back, without Luigi the castle is going to feel... empty.

Just as Bowser is trying to think of how to ask if he can see Luigi again, Luigi asks for Bowser's number.

"I'm not sure I can fall asleep anymore without hearing your voice."

Choked up, all Bowser can say is, "Sure."

[bberetd]

You.

You asked me to yap about Mario. Now it's your turn (if you want to, ofc!).

YEAAAAHHH (this took way too long i'm sorry)

here we go!

==

Mario has always thrived on making people laugh and smile. Those intentions were of course misguided during his school days, but it quickly gained him a reputation as class clown. He was convinced a good dad joke or two would land him a solid career in the comedy industry. But this power was at its strongest towards his loved ones.

With Luigi, it doesn’t take much for him to smile around Mario. His mere presence is enough to brighten his mood. But when Mario’s feeling extra silly, he’d surprise him with taps behind the shoulder or pokes to the side. When cheering him up, six times out of ten a hug would be followed by a mini tickle attack.

One of his and Luigi’s favorite TV shows growing up was Barney. Mario had THE best Barney impression, and it only got better with time. It ALWAYS cracked Luigi up. When Mario and Peach have Apricot (my fankid for those who don’t know!), he gets her hooked on the show IMMEDIATELY. One of the easiest ways to get her beaming is by singing the “I Love You” song. Once she starts speaking, she always says "the voice! the voice!" to get Mario to sing it in his famous Barney impression. But before that, she was forming a diamond over her head with her arms to mimick the shape of Barney's head.

With Peach (and eventually Apricot) and making her smile or cheering her up, he would serenade her with songs in a funny deep voice (like the Mario head singing Amore), or shower her with kisses all over her face. He'd nuzzle his face against her because she always comments on how his mustache tickles, but has a smooth (yet rough!) and curvy texture.

She's an absolute sucker for his dad jokes. She's the only person he can make genuinely double over in laughter to them. Sometimes he'd smile proudly, other times he'd dart his eyes from side to side with a blush, thinking to himself, "??? was it that funny?"

With Daisy, it's rare Mario ever catches her in a down mood. But when they become closer, it becomes easier to read her (thanks to Luigi and her being together and him being able to point out the signals... to her dismay). Of course she doesn't want to burden him with her petty struggles, but Mario won't have it.

He knows she enjoys making Short People Jokes™, so he'd sacrifice his sanity and play into it to cheer her up. Sometimes he would deliver things to her by head; for example, balance a cup of apple juice on his head and give it to her, acting as her living, breathing table for the day (like she does here). It would get a small smile out of her. As the day goes on, the things Mario puts on his head get more and more ridiculous, and by the end of the day, she's all smiles. For this reason, one of her nicknames for him is her "Table in Blue Overalls" (knight and shining armor... eh?)

They would also have sessions where they try to out-funny the other by telling the worst jokes and comebacks, and they're both wheezing through their counter-attacks by the end.

Oh yeah, Mario is an ATROCIOUS hoarder. Little scribbles and random parts from childhood, trophies, ripped shirts, used powerups... he can never bring himself to throw it away! Memories are memories, and everything has a story.

[bonewaryreblogs]

Giovanni Zatara and Zatanna Zatara

Coming from a long line of stage magicians who immigrated from Italy to America when his father, Luigi Zatara, was a child, Giovanni Zatara decided early to continue the family legacy. He was drafted into World War II as a young man but continued to practice stage magic when he could, often using it to entertain his comrades during rare moments of rest. While overseas, he met the Phantom Stranger, who told Giovanni he had the potential to use “real” magic, not just sleight-of-hand stage magic, and gave him a notebook written by Leonardo da Vinci, Giovanni’s ancestor. He tried to decipher the notebook but didn’t succeed until he got home and could actually focus on it, rather than using it to distract himself from the horrors of war. He spent the next decade learning all he could about real magic, falling in love with a natural magic user named Sindella, learning about the magic community though her, joining the Justice Society of America under the name “Merlin the Magician” along with his mentor Sargon the Sorcerer (John Sargent), and eventually fathering Zatanna with Sindella around 1950. Shortly after Zatanna’s birth, Sindella “died” in a car accident, leaving Giovanni to balance raising Zatanna as a single dad, being a superhero, and continuing his day job as a stage magician.

(I know he canonically never uses a superhero name, instead using his public stage name while being a superhero, but this bugs the ever loving CRAP out of me so I’m changing it. In my story, Giovanni didn’t want people to think he was “cheating” in his profession by using real magic on stage, or risk making non-magic people think they can do superhuman feats via stage magic illusions. He really wanted to keep the two separate.)

He may or may not have been cursed by the Evil Allura before he was found and saved by Zatanna and the Good Allura. Either way, this was all before the Justice League debuted, which he considered joining but ultimately decided he’s too old for this, retired from the JSA (and heroing in general), and opened a magic shop (stage magic, not real magic, though he does consult for real magic stuff on the side).

Born around 1950, around the same time Clark Kent was adopted, Zatanna Zatara was naturally gifted in magic and very passionate about learning everything to do with magic and the occult. Her father, Giovanni Zatara, kept his superhero identity a secret from her until her teens when she expressed interest in becoming a superhero. Zatanna had asked to learn more “practical” spells, like those a superhero might use, and the two danced around Giovanni’s superhero status and Zatanna’s budding desire to become a superhero before they ultimately came clean to each other, bringing them even closer as father and daughter. While he was proud of her choice, he could admit that the thought of his daughter being a superhero made him nervous. He was all too aware of how difficult and dangerous the life of a superhero was and didn't necessarily want that for his daughter, but more than that, if she was to become a superhero, he wanted it to be because she wanted to, not because she wanted his approval or felt obligated to follow in his footsteps or, heaven forbid, trying to impress a potential partner! Those were nice bonuses, sure, but he wanted to make sure the desire came from within Zatanna, not from an outside source.

Giovanni trained Zatanna for a few years and she was just starting to make a name for herself as “Zorina” when Giovanni went missing, prompting Zatanna to search for him and becoming a superhero in a trial-by-fire kind of way. He is eventually found and decides to take a step back from heroing, retiring from the JSA (slightly miffed that they didn’t help Zatanna more in finding him) and acting as Zatanna’s “sidekick”/background mentor as they work independently for a while, slowly falling back into a more consulting role rather than being out in the field himself. At some point, both of their identities had been revealed to the public but they decided to roll with it, incorporating real magic into their shows as a wow factor display and only keeping “superhero names” as a symbolic gesture to the superhero community.  

By the time the Justice League debuts in 1994, Giovanni is in his 70s and really feeling his age, despite his magic keeping him young for longer than the average human. Zatanna, in her 40s, still feels like she’s in her prime and appears to be in her mid-20s; due to her mother’s magic lineage, Zatanna inherited “decelerated aging” and a long lifespan similar to Atlanteans. Zatanna happily joins the League as the Mistress of Magic and while Giovanni himself doesn't join, he agrees to consult in all matters magical and even help teach younger magic users to respect the craft. Zatanna looks maybe 30 by the time Danny is introduced to her, even though she’s in her 50s.

Sindella didn’t actually die, she was abducted by “her people”, who are a clan of magically inclined humans that call themselves “homo magi” rather than “homo sapiens”. They live in the mountains of Turkey and are similar to Atlanteans, though without their particular bias towards water-based abilities. They may also be mildly related to Themyscira, as the Amazon's language is described as a mix of classical Greek and Turkish.

I picked the name Merlin the Magician for Giovanni Zatara’s superhero name because there was a similar magic superhero by that name created shortly before Zatara debuted in DC Comics, and while this Merlin was originally made for Quality Comics, he does have ties to DC Comics and is apparently affiliated with the All-Star Squadron, which is very much a DC team. Both Merlin and Zatara were based on Mandrake the Magician, generally agreed to be the first comic book superhero as we would recognize them today, and (aside from a green cloak said to belong to King Arthur’s Merlin) both had the classic “stage magician” look with a tux/suit, mustache, and cape/capelet. Zatanna’s titles, Zorina and the Mistress of Magic, were much easier to pick, as she had apparently used them before according to the DC Wiki.

[vbnhuet]

Not really headcanon, just thoughts.

A Mario movie ai where Luigi takes Bowser to his family and tells them “I got a boyfriend” just general fluff

Imagine bringing a giant turtle home to your parent (the same turtle that destroy your hometown in front of your family’s eyes just a while ago) and tell them that he’s your boyfriend lol.

Bowser punctured a few holes on their ceiling by accident and Luigi just cover his face in embarrassment.

His mamma is very supportive, and give everyone at the dinner table the stink eyes if they dare to voice a complaint, while his uncle try to clear the air by joking around like “Mario brought back home a princess, so Luigi just HAVE to top that huh? Haha. Hahaha.” And the whole thing get even more awkward.

Luigi was terrified of his dad not approving, but his dad just look at bowser up and down and ask “is his salary good?”. Luigi told his dad that Bowser’s a king, and his dad just nodded with a grin on his face and stay silent for the whole dinner.

Thank you for your ask, I hope you have a good rest of your day :D

[g0ry0re0]

Josh Futturman (Future Man, 2017, TV Show) - Headcanons

Description: [18+ MDNI] AU where the reader experiences the show's events with Tiger, Wolf, and Josh. This takes place at the end/after the show where you and Josh live together as a couple. / Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

General Notes: Established Relationship, Reader Show Insert, Slight Spoilers For The Ending Of Future Man, Gender Neutral Reader, Romantic Headcanons, Sexual Headcanons Mixed In, No Use Of Y/N, Slight Cursing

Author's Note: Needed to do some headcanons to fill the JHutch void on Tumblr right now, and to get myself back into writing actual fics lol. Also, I can't believe this is only the second thing I've done for my baby boy, Futturman. I love him so much. Hope y'all enjoy! <3

Word Count/Bullet Point Count: 523 Words/30 Bullet Points

You and Josh road trip from Iowa back to California soon after stopping the existence of time travel

You find yourselves doing odd jobs to keep yourself afloat, Josh often doing cleaning jobs

Y'all find a dingy little apartment on the outskirts of L.A.

Despite the smallness of the shitty apartment, you and Josh declared that you didn't need that much anyway, as long as you had each other

Josh definitely gets back into gaming once you come to terms with being stuck in the 2000s

He particularly enjoys Street Fighter EX3 and Tekken Tag Tournament on the PS2 (until Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy 10 come out in the next few years)

You also acquire a Gamecube system once it comes out the next year

You liked playing Pikmin and Mario Kart: Double Dash together (you always played as Luigi to spite him)

You both also try to get into taking care of small plants

There's a lot of dead plants on your kitchen windowsill

Though, Josh has the first flower you ever grew together pressed and hung in your bedroom

After everything that happened, Josh is pretty clingy

When you wake up in the morning, Josh does not leave your side

Whether you're making breakfast, coffee, or just trying to get ready, Josh is practically attached to your hip

He gets especially clingy at night when you two make dinner together and watch a movie y'all rented from Blockbuster

He likes to cuddle A LOT, which can often lead to some more intimate activities

After the events at Haven, Josh was a little nervous about sparking any private moments between you two

But, after the first time together, he quickly got over it

He was worried he would hurt you at first too, but the things you went through in the past few "however-much-time-has-passed", you showed that you can take a little pain

He loves how good you take him, as if you two were made for each other

Unless Josh gets pissed for some reason, he is a definite sub

His favorite position is having you on top in any way, shape, or form

Josh is a sucker for pleasuring his partner, first and foremost, to where he can nearly get himself off just thinking about it

Besides being sexually intimate, you both just love physical contact in general

Josh loves taking you out on little dates, taking you to his favorite places in L.A. (sometimes forgetting what year it is and finding out that place doesn't exist yet)

Josh especially loves taking you to Little Tokyo and the Arts District

Josh also loves when music he enjoys is released and he can finally listen to it again (instead of humming it to himself in the shower)

Same goes for films, he really enjoys being able to go to the theaters to experience it for the "first time" with other people. especially the Marvel movies later on

When Josh observed his parents for the first time, he cried

The last time Josh visited his parents, you took him away with the promise of a picnic in the park before his dad could say anything to him

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[pianokantzart]

Seeing @keakruiser making AUs in a bullet point storytelling format inspired me to take a crack at my own AU that I've been thinking about for a bit. What would happen if, in The Super Mario Bros. Movie, after Mario and Luigi are separated, Mario was the one who ended up in the clutches of Luigi’s eventual arch nemesis, while Luigi teamed up with some of his own close allies to go rescue him? Essentially The Super Mario Bros Movie, but with the brothers' roles reversed. So, without further ado...

The Super Mario Bros. Redux (Pt. 1)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 ________

The beginning is much the same as it was in the original Super Mario Bros. Movie until they are separated in the warp pipe, with two exceptions: 1. When their van breaks down, Luigi's first instinct is to take the tool kit and try to fix the motor (mechanic Luigi, my beloved). But before he can get a good look, Mario insists that there's not enough time, and heads to the job on foot. Luigi closes the hood of the van and follows him. 2. After Mario leaves the dinner table, the focus goes to Luigi's conversation with his dad rather than Mario holed up in his room.

"What did I say?" "''You're bringing your brother down with you'?" Luigi asks, finally able to get a word in now that his uncles have shut up. "Why would you say that?" "Luigi, be honest. How much did that commercial cost? How many new clients has it gotten you? Huh?" "It's only been a day! And Mario'll figure something out. He always does." Luigi insists, taking his brother's plate of pasta and picking it free of mushrooms. "I just want to help him out along the way."

Pio sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "You can't hide in your brother's shadow your entire life, Luigi. One of these days you're gonna have to man up and start making your own decisions." Luigi doesn't answer, he simply finishes removing the mushrooms from Mario's plate, and gets up from the table to deliver the food to his despondent brother.

After Mario and Luigi attempt to save Brooklyn, after they end up in the warp zone, and after they are ripped from each-other's grasp, Mario is dragged into an unsettling looking pipe surrounded by purple smoke and overgrown with gnarled branches.

Luigi flies onward, emerging from a pipe inside what looks to be another sewer, not too different from the one back in New York. No sooner does he regain his senses does he find himself dragged away by a powerful blast of suction. Flying backwards through the air, he stops suddenly as his back clogs the nozzle of a strange vacuum-like contraption being carried by a little old man.

"Oops! Sorry, Sonny! I thought for certain you were gonna be a ghost!" the old man apologizes, releasing Luigi from the vacuum's suction with a flip of a switch. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small device that loosely resembles a hand-held vidoegame console, reexamining the numbers flashing on the screen. "When my readings showed that pipe 983 had suddenly reactivated, I thought for sure King Boo was trying to use it to send his band of ghosts to Sarasaland!"

Before Luigi could ask one of the thousands of questions on his mind, the old man introduces himself: Professor Elvin Gadd (E. Gadd for short.)

Luigi introduces himself in return, then asks about his brother. He tells the professor about their situation in detail, describing the warp pipe that Mario had disappeared into.

E. Gadd tsks sadly and shakes his head. He explains that particular pipe leads to "Evershade Valley," and though the valley used to be perfectly habitable, ever since King Boo shattered The Dark Moon nobody who has set foot in that land has ever returned.

"Wait, what do you mean? Who's King Boo?" Luigi asks "Well! You truly are out of the loop!" E-Gadd chuckles, "Then again... I remember how little I knew when I first arrived in this world." He continues to talk while leading Luigi through the underground, casually clearing a path for them with the powerful blowing and sucking functions of the vacuum. "King Boo is nothing less than the lord of ghosts! He is the master of illusions, the reigning tyrant of the undead, the loather of all living flesh, and– at the moment– the sole ruler of Evershade Valley."

This description unsettles Luigi. He retorts that if that's the case, he has to get to Evershade Valley as soon as possible. As frightened as he is, he's never been so frightened that he couldn't help his brother out of a tough spot, and he knows Mario would do the same for him in a heartbeat.

"Well! In that case I suggest you stick with me for a bit. And keep those tools with you." The old scientist gestures toward the tool bag Luigi had dropped on the ground in the mayhem, "I may have a few uses for them."

Just as Luigi comes to the question of where they are currently, Professor E. Gadd opens a sewer cover and leads him out into the middle of a big bustling coastal city in Sarasaland. Think the Daisy Circuit from Mario Kart, but way larger and more crowded (and missing the romantic statue of course.)

Luigi struggles to keep up with the elderly scientist, who weaves his way effortlessly through throngs of turtle men, snake monsters, insect soldiers, giant sentient heads made out of stone, and a vast array of other strange and fascinating pedestrians.

"Stop your dilly-dallying, youngster!" E. Gadd eventually calls, getting fed up with Luigi's slow, bewildered pace, "I've got a meeting in The Birabuto Kingdom, and my train– our train– leaves in fifteen minutes!" "Birabuto Kingdom?" Luigi asks, allowing himself to be shoved along, "What's that? What about Evershade Valley?" "So impatient! Do you think I'd send you into such a place unprepared??? No no, first I'm going to perfect my equipment, then I'll help you find your brother."

E. Gadd purchases their tickets and they board the crowded 64 Express. Once seated, Luigi's eyes are immediately drawn toward the window. He stares out, deep in anxious thought as the train chugs along, traveling from the coastal city into a desert landscape.

Then, we switch over to Mario. Standing up and dusting himself off, he looks around to find himself in the gloomiest place he'd ever seen... for the little he is able to see. There is a thick purple mist hanging in the air, and the path before him is shrouded in the branches of a forest long dead.

Loudly calling out his brother's name on the off-chance he was somewhere nearby, Mario follows a light in the distance until he stumbles across a lone boo. More confused than frightened, and feeling a little sorry for the white specter shyly covering its face, Mario bends down for a moment to examine it, assuring "hey, don't worry! I won't hurt you, I'm just a little lost is all."

Suddenly, he is ambushed by a colorful trio of ghosts: a greenie, a slammer, and a hider. He tries to fight back, but every time he attempts to shove them off or swing his fists he phases right through them.

His attackers knock him around a bit until Mario succeeds in slipping away. Now in a panic, he continues rushing toward the distant light, far faster and more recklessly than before.

Eventually, he gets close enough to discover the glow was coming from the lit windows of an old mansion. He enters and – for the little good it will do – shuts the door behind him.

He wanders the halls for a long time, roaming from room to empty room, all the while haunted by the shadow of something following him. Something big.

At last, he reaches a towering portrait room. Unlike the rest of the mansion it is teeming with life, full of frightened faces pressed against picture frames, begging for help.

Mario is frozen in a moment of fear and confusion, but quickly snaps out of it. He rushes to the nearest portrait��� an image of a strange little mushroom man– to ask what is wrong and what he can do.

Before the toad can give a coherent answer, the eerie presence that Mario had felt when he first entered the mansion casts a looming shadow over him.

He turns around and raises his fists in helpless hopes of defending himself. The candles of the surrounding sconces go out all at once, and in the pitch black darkness a cacophony of cackles fills the air....

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (2/19/2025) Episode: A Promising Start

As Luigi and his darling wife mingled with the crowd, he found Elyse chatting with Betty and Greyson not far from his brother Scott.

Pulling her away from her friends, he introduced the two. “Hey bro; glad you could make it!” he began “This here is Elyse, Skye’s girlfriend.”

Scott looked curiously at him and then back at Elyse before extending his hand. “Uh, hi. I’m Scott. Nice to meet you?”

“So…” Luigi continued “Elyse is aging up soon and hoping to turn her art hobby into her livelihood. I thought you might be able to get her in front of the right sims to help her get a job worthy of her talents.” Scott’s eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance, but he tamped it down and nodded politely.

“I can get you an interview with our staff supervisor” he told the young sim “but then the rest is up to you and your portfolio of work young lady!”

“That would be fantastic, thank you so much! I promise I won’t let you down!” she gushed, as Luigi flashed his brother a grateful smile.

Having spotted Candor across the room, he motioned Elyse to follow him and quickly hustled over to intercept the stately ancient mage.

“Why there’s my birthday boy!” Candor smiled as he spotted his great-grandson. “How’s our little Skye doing these days?”

Elyse had the decency to look embarrassed as Luigi replied “Xe’s good. Thanks again for your help the other night. Xe felt so much better after you confirmed xe wasn’t going to be craving plasma for breakfast anytime soon.” He nudged her forward as he continued: “You’ve met Elyse before.”

“I have, but it’s been a while.” Candor flashed her a flirtatious grin.

“She and Skye have been dating for awhile now,” Luigi quickly continued “and they’re planning to move in together once they both age up. Rather than renting some hole in the wall in the city I suggested they move to The Bay. I was hoping you could help them get settled at the homestead.”

“I’m a big fan” Elyse chimed in “I went to your most recent exhibit at the Arts Centre downtown, it was spectacular. I’m hoping to become a famous artist myself someday; I’d love to learn any tricks you think might elevate my own work.”

“Why thank you kindly” Candor grinned “I’d be happy to teach you everything I know. If you are as talented as you are beautiful, it’s  going to be quite a pleasure working with you.” His smooth wink made the young girl blush.

Feeling a little self-conscious, she was happy to see Skye making xir way over to join xem. “Your great-grandfather is going to help me with my art, do you think he could help you with your photography too?” Her partner looked curiously at xir ancestor, who sadly declared a lack of experience with the medium and departed.

“Pity,” Skye said, “I’d love to talk shop with him. Anyway, Markus says he found a bubble machine. Want to try it now that I’m done with my meds?”

Upstairs they found Markus and Adelaide at the hookah. “How’s living on your own?” she inquired, curious for a glimpse into her future.

“So far so good” he replied “Thank Grim for magic! I don’t know how I’d get anything done without it.”

Intrigued, Elyse pressed him for details, and the more he told her the more excited she became. “Skye!” she exclaimed “are you hearing this!? Why didn’t you tell me there were so many cool, helpful, magic spells out there?”

Xe shrugged. “My dad gets along fine without it, although I know a lot of my extended family spends time on some branch of the occult or other.”

Adelaide, also a caster, laughed out loud. “Spends time? More like saves time! Invite us over for dinner and we’ll show you Scrubberoo and Repairo. You’ll run right over to the portal to reclaim the magical heritage your dad neglected; I guarantee it!” She winked at Elyse in a friendly way. “It’s not too hard for anyone to learn really, and with us to help you ascend you’ll be slinging spells with the best of them in no time!”

“Skye, can we, please??” Elyse pleaded, eyes shining

“Its not dangerous, is it?” Xe looked warily at his cousins “Not as long as you’re careful” Adelaide assured xem “how about we all go to the realm together, we’ll show you around and help you get started?”

At Skye’s nod of agreement Elyse squealed “THANK YOU, THANK YOU! This is going to be amazing; I just know it!”

After firming up their plans for a trip to the realm Elyse thanked the others again and pulled Skye towards the dance floor “I love this one!” she smiled “and this time you can actually dance with me! Icing on the cake of this fantastic evening. Your dad worked everything out just like he promised.” she continued “I can’t wait to age up and get started!”

Skye returned her smile even while xir eyes told a different story. Xe was glad xir father was on xir side, but despite xir lingering resentment a small part of xem hated how unhappy xir decision had made xir mother. Once she sees that we’ve got it all figured out she’ll come around, she has to… xe thought, doing xir best to push those sad thoughts aside as xe joined xir elated girlfriend in getting xir groove on.

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[scoutofmymind]

SCOUT omfg i just read your latest drabble and i’m on my knees begging you to write a little scene where hasan actually says the words ‘That’s my good boy. That’s it, baby.’ to Lu??? pretty pleaseee?

HAHAHAAAA IVE GONE MAD AND LASAN IS IN ITALY

We love them, we cherish them, we are small but mighty my precious Lasan Lovers

THIS IS GIVING SLIGHT CMBYN AND IT WASNT ON PURPOSE MORE SO JUST THE FACT ITS BASED IN ITALY AND ITS GAY???

Luigi is a mouthy brat and Hasan truly tries to be the Responsible One ™️ but who can resist a gorgeous needy boy with lashes LIKE THATTTT??????

I told yall I know how to write smut…… I’m just best at writing the gay kind.

This might be sloppy , I did a very quick edit!

Also I added one Turkish word bc I couldn’t stop myself. balim means my honey 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

"No," Hasan swats at Luigi's wandering hand as it reaches for his cobalt swim shorts, watching Luigi's brows furrow at the quick retort, a flash of defiance crossing those dark eyes. "Hands off, Casanova."

Luigi doesn't even try to mask the whine in his voice as he asks "Why?", his index finger finding and curling around Hasan's pinky in a gesture half-pleading, half-playful. He shifts his weight on the old storage chest at the foot of the bed, the weathered wood beneath him housing memories in the form of childhood blankets.

Hasan occupies one of the villa's many guest rooms, while Luigi claims his childhood bedroom — the same one that had sheltered his summer dreams until he was seventeen.

These days, the short hallway between their rooms no longer feels like the museum of expensive maiolica it once did. Now, when the house grows quiet and still, Luigi finds himself padding barefoot across cool tiles to slip beneath Hasan's sheets, or sometimes it's Hasan who appears like a shadow in Luigi's doorway.

“Your billion year old grandmother is here.” Hasan says harshly, his tone hushed and secretive as if her hearing was better than theirs.

Luigi scrunches his nose, his chin tilted upward to look at Hasan, “Nonna’s in the kitchen.” He trails, as if he wasn’t understanding the concern. His voice is rough around the edges from being his rowdy, mouthy self in the pool earlier when water volleyball became competitive, his cheeks rosy from the sun, lips pouty with thought.

"I don't understand what you're not grasping," Hasan murmurs, his attention drawn to the wide-open door where Mediterranean light pools across the terracotta tiles in molten streams. A deceptive silence flooding through the entrance — not true silence, but rather an orchestration of summer sounds devoid of human voices.

Goldfinches trill their melodies from the ancient olive grove, their songs weaving into the crystalline cascade of the centuries-old fountain that whispers through the shuttered windows. "I like it here," he continues, his voice mellowing into something tender and uncertain, "and I'd like an invitation ba-“

Luigi unfurls his body in one fluid motion, his toes catching the edge of the heavy door and easing it shut with practiced grace.

He nudges a Ferragamo against its base — a charmingly futile attempt at fortification. "My Ma loves you," Luigi breathes, a drowsy summer smile blooming across his sun-kissed face. His fingers find their way back to the drawstring of Hasan's swim shorts, tugging with newfound boldness while droplets of pool water still trace lazy patterns down his wrist. "Haven't seen my Dad laugh that hard in ages," he adds, voice warm with affection and tinged with something deeper, more meaningful — the unspoken suggestion that Hasan belongs here.

With him.

"Exactly. Again, Lu." He threads his fingers through Luigi's damp curls, still cooling from the afternoon swim, and Luigi melts into the touch with the same yearning intensity he's shown since the very beginning. "I don't understand what you're not getting."

"No one else is here," Luigi murmurs, pressing his head further into Hasan's palm like a sun-drunk cat seeking affection. His fingers find their way to Hasan's waistband again with practiced familiarity — four digits slipping beneath the fabric while his thumb traces a bold path over Hasan's steadily hardening cock, the dampness of the swim shorts doing little to mute the sensation.

“Your fucking gran-“

“She can’t hear or see shit, Hasan.”

The birds seem to grow a little louder, the wind in the trees making the noisy leaves dance right outside his window.

Earlier that morning, Luigi's cousin Elena — a precocious eight-year-old with limited English but boundless enthusiasm — had claimed Hasan as her personal project over breakfast.

While he'd sat there in his morning stupor, dark hair still mussed from sleep and heavy eyelids behind his glasses, she'd meticulously painted his nails the same blue as his swim shorts. Between careful brush strokes, she'd taught him Italian with all the authority a child could muster, her small hands gesturing animatedly as she pointed to objects and pronounced their names.

That was the moment, really — watching Hasan repeat ‘forchetta’ and ‘cucchiaio’ with exaggerated care, his newly painted fingers splayed across the weathered garden table, that Luigi felt something fundamental shift in his universe.

Luigi had barely cleared the lingering taste of Hasan from his mouth before desire bloomed anew in his chest — though this time, it stemmed from something deeper than physical hunger.

It was the way Hasan had leaned down to Elena's level, matching her enthusiasm with patient smiles and careful pronunciations, and the tender manner in which he'd guided her small hands through Turkish letters drawn on napkins, trading ‘günaydın’ for her ‘buongiorno’, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur that made Luigi's heart split open.

It transcended mere attraction — It was paternal, it was nurturing, it was so achingly domestic.

"You're making me feel like a fucking dog," Luigi grumbles, rolling his eyes with the dramatic flair of someone who's never learned the art of patience, someone used to getting what they want, the afternoon sun catching the green flecks in his irises and turning his frustration into something almost luminous. "Since when do I have to beg to suck your dick?"

"Since we came to your childhood summer home, where your parents and grandmother fucking adore me," Hasan counters, his fingers sliding down to the nape of Luigi's neck where they press a gentle reprimand into warm skin. The touch carries equal measures of affection and restraint, his thumb tracing absent patterns against Luigi's hairline. "And I'm sorry, Lu — for or some weird reason, I don't want to ruin that."

Luigi already knows how desperate he must look, pupils blown wide and lips parted, but something about Hasan's determination to preserve his standing with the Mangione’s only stokes the fire burning beneath his skin.

There's something devastatingly attractive about this man who charmed Elena over breakfast, who laughs at his father's terrible jokes, who helps his mother with the dishes — that still makes Luigi ache with want.

Another not-so-silent silence stretches between them, filled with afternoon birdsong and distant fountain murmurs, while the cogs in Luigi's usually-genius brain whir into motion.

His expression shifts from frustrated to calculating, that familiar spark of mischief igniting behind his eyes — the same look that preceded every brilliant idea and terrible decision since he was a teenager.

"Will you watch me, then?" His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, a deliberate provocation disguised as an innocent gesture.

Hasan's shoulders ease their tension, his thumb circling around to trace the delicate geography of Luigi's Adam's apple while his palm finds its familiar haven at his nape. "Yeah," he murmurs, the word carrying both permission and warning.

He pulls away with visible reluctance, each centimeter of separation a small sacrifice, before settling onto the bed.

Luigi pivots on the storage chest to face him, movements fluid and deliberate. His swim shorts hit the terracotta tiles with a wet slap, revealing the stark boundaries where golden Italian sun meets paler New York skin — a map of summer days spent in the pool, of mornings tending to Elena's herb garden, of lazy afternoons stretched out on the villa's stone terraces.

"If anybody walks in, Nicholas," Hasan drawls, wielding the middle name like a weapon that makes Luigi's breath catch, "I'm closing my eyes." His voice drops lower, honeyed with amusement. "And you'll look like a fucking perv jacking off to me sleeping."

The warning only serves to paint a deeper flush across Luigi's sun-kissed cheeks, his pupils dilating at the dangerous game they're playing. He masks his excitement with a scoff, shifting on the wooden storage chest until he finds the perfect angle — one that displays everything, that turns his vulnerability into a weapon.

His hand wraps around his cock where it stands proud against his belly, already slick at the tip.

"Wouldn't be the first time," he manages through quickening breaths, leaning back on his left hand while his right traces lazy circles around the head of his cock. The afternoon light streaming through the window paints him in chiaroscuro, highlighting the tremor in his thighs, the way his chest rises and falls with each carefully measured breath, the flash of teeth against his lower lip as he fights to maintain his composure under Hasan's steady gaze.

"Do you know how ridiculous you are?" Hasan's brows furrow, head propped against a pillow still carrying the scent of his cologne. His gaze rakes over Luigi, who had shed feelings of shame like an ill-fitting uniform years ago. "You can't even go twelve hours, Lu. It's concerning." The judgement carries the familiar cadence of lectures past, delivered in that same tone that walks the razor's edge of disappointment and arousal.

This is the typical lecture, one Luigi has heard countless times — in their apartment's kitchen, in museum bathrooms, in the back of taxis.

Always with that same undertone of feigned disapproval that does nothing to mask the way Hasan's pupils dilate, the way his breath catches, the way his fingers twitch with the effort of maintaining control.

Though Luigi has never truly figured out if Hasan means it, because inevitably, invariably, Luigi will break him.

It's as certain as the tides, as predictable as the sun setting over the horizon — Hasan's resolve crumbling like ancient ruins beneath the persistent waves of Luigi's appetite for him.

The only variable is time.

The siren at their imagined shoreline — in reality, just the foot of the guest bedroom mattress — knew precisely how to arrange himself for maximum effect.

Luigi had mapped every microexpression that crossed Hasan's face over the years, catalogued each caught breath and stifled groan.

He knew Hasan preferred him in positions that highlighted his strength; the corded tension in his forearms as he braced himself, the fluid roll of muscle beneath sun-bronzed skin, the way his biceps flexed and shoulders strained under his own weight.

So he puts on a show of muscle and sinew.

He arches his back just so, letting afternoon light catch the dips and valleys of his body, knowing how the shadows will pool in the hollow of his throat, the curve of his spine, the planes of his abdomen. Each movement is deliberate, designed to chip away at Hasan's infamous self-control.

The first fracture in Hasan's defense manifests in that telltale gesture — his hand splaying flat against his stomach, just above the waistband Luigi had been desperate to breach moments ago. His eyes remain intent but soft and Luigi can't help but smile at the familiar sight of Hasan's resolve beginning to crumble.

"You come every time I do," Luigi retorts, voice rough with promise as he spits into his palm. The crude gesture is transformed into something almost elegant by the deliberate way he wraps his hand back around his cock, the afternoon light catching the gleam of wetness on his skin. "So, I don't see you making it twelve hours, either." The observation lands like a well-aimed arrow, precise and devastating in its truth.

Because for all Hasan's lectures about restraint, for all his carefully maintained control, he's just as helpless against this gravity between them — this pull that makes every separation feel like withdrawal, every touch like salvation.

Hasan groans softly, the sound caught somewhere between surrender and amusement as his lips curve into that familiar smirk.

He melts further into the mattress, whether from the plush comfort beneath him or his perpetual weakness for Luigi remains unclear. "Guilty by association, hm?" The words carry a warmth that belies their teasing tone, heavy with years of shared moments just like this one.

Luigi feels the gentle nudge of Hasan's foot against his folded knee, a casual point of contact that somehow manages to send electricity racing through his already oversensitive skin; his breathing has turned ragged, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow pulls, and a delicate flush has spread across his body like watercolor bleeding across paper. "Mhmm," he manages, the sound more breath than word, his usual sharp wit dulled by the heat building low in his belly and the intensity of Hasan's gaze tracking every minute movement of his hand.

His movements grow more desperate, jaw going slack as he works himself with practiced precision. His attention fractures, torn between Hasan's steady gaze and the evidence of his own arousal — the pearl of precome catching the light as it slides over his knuckles, his nipples drawn tight against the cool air, the hypnotic flex and release of muscle beneath golden skin with each wave of pleasure that crashes through him.

Every stroke brings him closer to that precipice, his body an instrument being played to perfection.

"On the bed." Hasan's command comes rough and low, accompanied by a pat against the empty space beside him — another crack in his carefully constructed restraint. “C’mere, balim”

The words carry enough weight to make Luigi's breath catch, even as a triumphant spark ignites behind his eyes.

He relocates with fluid grace, positioning himself at an angle that lets Hasan see everything, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he spits into his palm again. The new position brings them close enough to share breath, close enough for Luigi to catch the subtle changes in Hasan's expression as his control continues to slip away like water through cupped hands.

"Fingers this time." Hasan's words hover between question and command, but Luigi nods eagerly regardless, as if this had been written into his strategy all along, another step in his careful choreography of undoing.

And that's when the final fracture appears in Hasan's carefully constructed stronghold, bringing the entire fortress tumbling down.

His palm finds home against Luigi's burning thigh, his own cheeks flushed with more than just the afternoon heat. The pretense of a mid-afternoon nap abandoned, he's now fully present in their shared moment, caught in the gravity of Luigi's orbit as he always inevitably is.

Luigi huffs out soft breaths, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Touch me," he whispers, voice tight with need, but Hasan remains unmoved by the request.

"Not how you ask for things.” Hasan reminds him gently, thumb tracing idle patterns against Luigi's thigh.

Another quiet sound escapes Luigi's throat, followed by a more earnest: "Please touch me." The words carrying all his vulnerability, all his trust, laid bare in the afternoon light streaming through the opened windows.

"Mm, that's my good boy," Hasan murmurs, the praise falling soft and private between them, his hand wrapping around Luigi's length, finding it hot and slick against his palm. The effect is immediate — Luigi's face transforms with pleasure, lips parting on a silent gasp as his body responds with involuntary tremors, hips seeking more contact with desperate, aborted movements. "That's it, baby.” Hasan breathes, his voice carrying that particular tenderness reserved only for moments like this, when Luigi finally lets himself be guided instead of leading.

"Just as bad as me," Luigi manages between ragged breaths, his usual composure fracturing under the onslaught of sensation.

His own rhythm falters, fingers slipping free as he braces himself instead, palms pressed hard against the sheets as his hips roll with deliberate precision into Hasan's grip, each movement drawing another soft sound from his throat.

Sweat gleams across his skin like morning dew, and his dark green eyes, heavy-lidded but intense, lock with Hasan's amber gaze in a connection that feels almost tangible in its electricity.

"Look at you.” Luigi breathes, the words carrying equal parts wonder and satisfaction.

Hasan's movements slow to an almost lazy pace, his body shifting toward Luigi with the casual grace of earlier sunbathing. "Always gotta run your mouth, don't you?" The words carry no real reproach — instead, they're wrapped in something closer to reverence, as if Luigi's endless commentary is as essential as air. "Hm?"

His free hand traces idle patterns against Luigi's hip, a counterpoint to the deliberate stroke of his other hand, the touch both grounding and maddening.

Luigi huffs softly, his hips working in desperate rhythm against Hasan's grip. "No," he manages through clenched teeth, a whimper catching in his throat. "Just wanna remind you—" The words come between heaved breaths, defiant even now. "The soapbox makes you taller, but you don't really need the height."

The gentle flame in Hasan's eyes ignites into an inferno.

In one fluid motion, he has Luigi on his back, his own swim shorts joining the growing collection of discarded clothing on the villa's tile floor.

Luigi's thighs fall open in welcome, bracketing Hasan's broad frame like they were made for this exact purpose. "Is that right?" The words rumble low in Hasan’s chest as he spits into his palm, adding to the slickness already there, his fingers find their target with practiced ease and Luigi's body responds like a well-tuned instrument — a moment of tension followed by immediate surrender, as if his sharp tongue and Hasan's touch are the only constants he truly knows.

"Sì." Luigi whispers, his eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused, fingers weaving through Hasan's soft waves, "And as much as you might wanna deny it," he draws in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, the sound dissolving into a gentle moan, "You want it just as bad as I do."

Hasan hums in agreement, leaning down until their foreheads touch, finally letting their lips meet in the messy, desperate kisses. The contact feels like coming home after too long away, like the first rain after drought. "Of course I do." Hasan's nose brushes against Luigi's, tender despite the heat between them. "It's my self-control I'm hoping to instill in you."

A breathy laugh escapes Luigi, more air than sound, interrupted by more desperate, messy kisses that speak of long-denied hunger. "Yet, here you are.” he breathes against Hasan's mouth.

Hasan can't argue — doesn't want to argue — with the clever demon beneath him who's managed to back him into the sweetest of corners. "Mhm. Here I am." he rumbles, the words vibrating through both their chests.

In one fluid motion, his fingers withdraw and he pushes his hips forward instead, their bodies connecting like puzzle pieces finally finding their match.

A whimper tears from Luigi’s throat when Hasan bottoms out, the sound raw and honest, stripped of all pretense as afternoon light catches the sweat on their skin, turning them both to gold.

Luigi's body arches beneath him like a drawn bow, every muscle pulled taut with pleasure, his smart mouth finally silenced except for the desperate sounds Hasan pulls from him with each careful thrust.

He unravels completely, his cheeks flushed deep crimson, dark curls dampened anew with sweat. His eyes struggle and fail to focus as Hasan begins to move — a deceptively gentle rhythm that lasts only moments before transforming into something more primal, Hasan's hand finding purchase on the aged wooden headboard to muffle its protest against the villa's ancient walls.

And now, in a turn that would be almost amusing if they weren't both so far gone, Luigi finally seems to grasp the virtue of obedience and silence.

His hand clamps over his own mouth, overwhelmed by the cascade of sensations that wash over him with crystal clarity, each one distinct yet harmonious in their assault.

The way the gentle sway of Hasan's gold 'L' necklace between them catches the light with each movement, a hypnotic pendulum marking time.

The slick heat where they're joined contrasting sharply with the cool breeze drifting through the windows, making his nipples tighten to aching points.

He feels full in ways that transcend the physical — not just from Hasan inside him, but from the weight of this moment, from the particular tenderness Hasan maintains even in his fierceness.

It's a contradiction that makes perfect sense; how Hasan can be both storm and shelter, both force and gentleness.

"Look at me, baby," Hasan whispers, fingers gentle as they brush sweat-dampened hair from Luigi's forehead, thumb tracing the arc of his cheekbone with impossible softness.

Luigi tries to comply, but his world has split and doubled, everything soft at the edges like a painting left in the rain.

This version of Luigi — undone, unguarded, stripped of his usual sharp edges and clever deflections — is Hasan's favorite, though it's a rare gift to witness it.

Completely enthralled, taken, and surrendering every ounce of control.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

Hasan probs comes inside him and like eats it out by the window to make a point that if Luigi wants to take it there, he’ll take a it a mile further.

Thank you for reading I love you