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useless19 · 8 months

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Still going with this.

Tw: vomit

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Bowser curses as he fails to turn around. The palace toilets might be a step above most of the ones in the castle town, in that the flush works and they look clean. However, none of them have been built on Bowser's scale. His shell has gotten wedged every single time he's tried to use the loo.

Granted, that's only been twice so far (once during his armour fitting and now), but that's plenty!

Bowser grits his teeth as he twists around. He (stupidly) picked the stall at the end of the row, so now he has a rough stone wall on one side and flimsy wood on the other. The wood groans as his shell spikes gouge into it, bowing it horribly.

The bathroom door bangs open. Bowser freezes. The last thing he wants is to be known as the guy who got stuck in the toilet. He's not even officially employed yet.

There's some shaky breathing, then the other person retches. Bowser can hear the splatter of liquid into the sink. Eww. He'd been half considering actually washing his hands for once and now this? There's another cough and splutter and then a weak sob.

Okay, screw this. Bowser shoves his way out of the toilet (taking out the cubicle wall and knocking the door off one hinge).

Prince — very soon to be King — Luigi stares at him. He's unhealthily pale and his hands are shaking.

"How long have you been there?" Luigi asks in a thready voice.

"Your pre-coronation party was boring." Bowser waves at the destruction. "Petty vandalism is way more fun."

Luigi frowns at the splintered wood, but instead of growing angry and shouting for Bowser's arrest like his brother would have, his eyes widen in realisation as he looks at Bowser again.

"Oh, that's…" Luigi coughs into his fist, clearing his throat. "I'll have to speak to the architects about remodelling. Is there any other part of the castle that you think might need adjusted?"

Bowser crosses his arms, annoyingly embarrassed. "It's fine, it's big enough. Too big for stumpy humans like you."

"Stumpy? That's the first time anyone's called me short," Luigi manages the ghost of a smile.

"Get used to it."

"The castle doesn't feel big to me," Luigi says. "Maybe it's just because I grew up here and I'm used to it. Sometimes it feels too small for anyone. Claustrophobic, even."

How an entire castle could feel small, Bowser would never know. One thing's for sure; he doesn't need it rubbing into his snout that he didn't grow up in luxury. He can't stand up in his childhood house without bashing his head on the ceiling (that is, if it had survived the fire).

This is going to be a miserable job if the king insists on showing off his wealth and privilege at every opportunity. Bowser reminds himself that the pay is good as he turns away to wash his hands in a different sink.

"Are you done throwing up in sinks now?" Bowser asks gruffly.

"I…" Luigi loses what little humour he had when Bowser glances at him. "I'm sorry. I'm nervous about, well, everything that comes with my coronation."

"Everything," Bowser says flatly.

"It's a lot of pressure and I don't know if I'm up to the task." Luigi says. "It's a difficult job. What if I mess up and people think I'm a terrible king?"

"Oh, boo hoo," Bowser snaps. "I'm the king and I get to live in a massive castle and sleep in a feather bed and never have to worry about where my next meal's coming from, but I still worry that people won't like me! I'm so privileged I can't appreciate that my bathroom has consistent running water. I'll just whine about my petty little problems to everyone because I don't even have to play the social game because I'm the bloody king!"

Smoke hisses through Bowser's fangs with his words. He knows he's scary when his fire threatens. Prince Luigi's fists are balled and trembling as he glares up at Bowser. Good, let him fear.

"Are you finished?" Luigi says.

"Depends if you're going to complain about how hard such a cushy life is again," Bowser says, flexing his fingers.

Luigi looks at his reflection, anger blotching his cheeks. Bowser folds his arms, wanting… more, somehow, but he doesn't know what it would be. How hard can it be, really, being the king? You want for nothing and everyone has to do as you say. The last king knew that and —

Shoot.

This isn't Mario. This isn't the king that Bowser's spent most of the past five years railing against over petty laws and unnecessary arrests (mostly his own). This is someone unprepared for their new job and still grieving a family member.

Fine, whatever. Bowser knows how to be delicate. Or at least he knows how to get someone refocused on the job again. Same difference.

"So when do you need to be back out there?" Bowser asks, nodding towards the door.

"I should be there now," Luigi says. He splashes some water onto his face but only succeeds in making himself look like a drowned squeek.

"They can't have the ceremony without you. When do you want to go back out there?" Bowser says.

"It doesn't work like that," Luigi says. "Even if I'm royalty, I still have to follow the rules or —"

Bowser rolls his eyes. "I don't mean you have to order people to delay it. No one does everything on time all the time. If you want to put it off for another day, find an excuse."

"I don't want to put it off," Luigi says. "I'm not going to get more confident for waiting."

That's abundantly clear. Bowser tilts his head as he thinks. Has Luigi honestly never lied to a tutor to get an extension on his work? Or told his advisors he was meeting with someone reputable in order to sneak out to a party? What a straight-laced wimp.

"Alright, on your head be it," Bowser says.

"It will." Luigi coughs, hiding what Bowser is sure is a smile. "The crown, I mean."

Bowser can't help his snort of laughter. "That's terrible."

As awful as the joke is, it's at least wiped away the worst of the misery clouding Luigi. Bowser straightens Luigi's fancy fur-trimmed cloak before remembering that randomly touching royalty is the sort of thing that can get lowlifes like him a one-way ticket to the hangman. Well, he's never met a situation he couldn't brash his way through.

"Drink some water, go back out," Bowser says, shoving Luigi towards the sinks. "And I'll get a rumour spread that you narrowly avoided assassination so those poncy nobles think you look shaken because of that."

"Which would also highlight the importance of hiring on a bodyguard," Luigi says wryly.

"Now you're getting the idea."

Luigi closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He splashes water on his face again and then takes a drink using one of the cups on the shelf behind the sinks (who puts cups in a communal bathroom, seriously?). He doesn't look ready to do anything as important as getting crowned, but he doesn't look a shade away from passing out like he had before.

"Okay, let's go," Luigi says.

He pauses at the door and turns back to face Bowser instead.

"Is running water still a problem in the castle town?" Luigi asks. "Mario had the pipes overhauled a few years ago; I thought —"

"Nah, not anymore," Bowser says. "But I bet you didn't have to worry when the urchin infestation was at its worst."

"No, you're right, I didn't," Luigi says. He sighs. "Sorry."

Bowser groans. "Stop that."

Complaining about the silver spoon in his mouth is one thing, being pathetic is another. Bowser refuses to put up with self-flagellation while he's working, it brings down the whole mood.

"Go knock 'em dead," Bowser says.

Luigi gives one last determined nod and then leaves.

Bowser runs a hand through his hair. He's going to have to wait a few minutes before heading out on his own and then he really should hang around at the ceremony for a bit. Mostly he needs to make sure he's a visible presence at court because half the job of being a deterrent is reputation, but also partly because assassination attempts are a legit concern. There probably won't be any (if Bowser's luck is anything to go by, this is going to be the most boring day of his life), but maybe it'd be fun to make it look like there's a threat to watch all the rich people panic.

Bowser counts to a hundred and then shoulders his way out of the bathroom after the soon-to-be-king.

#bowuigi #bowser #luigi #smb #fanfic #knight&king!au #part 4 #have rough ideas for 1 more part + an epilogue #(going to be fairly plotless overall)#~1400 words

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shapeshiftinterest · 1 year

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A Semi Successful Rescue Mission: bowser x luigi

similar prompt as fic Frightened To Flirty in 3 Seconds Flat + the idea that bowser should have used luigi to roleplay practice his wedding with peach in the movie

first half has the same vibes as THIS post

mario, dk, and peach infiltrate bowser’s castle on a rescue mission

story under the read more

Semi Successful Rescue Mission (also on ao3)

The sound of rushed footsteps echoed through the corridors as Mario, Peach, and Donkey Kong looked for Luigi.

“We have to hurry,” Mario said, finishing a scan of the room and moving on to the next. “Based on the picture of Bowser you showed me, it might be too late!”

Sprinting down another hallway, they almost ran into a platoon of Bowser’s troops before quickly backtracking. “Too late for what?” DK asked, trying to keep up with the plumber.

Peach gave the all clear on her end and the trio skidded around a corner, checking more rooms. “It’s only been 2 days, Mario,” she said. “It’d be too soon for Bowser to actually harm your brother; I’m honestly surprised we made it this far in so little time.”

It was true. The original plan would have taken at least another day or two, but Mario knew they would have run out of time by then.

“It’s not Luigi I’m worried about. I mean, I am worried about him,” Mario slammed another door shut and opened another. “But the one we should really be worried about is the Koopa King.”

Peach and DK paused to exchange a look. Mario stopped as well, looking to both ends of the hall before ushering the group into an empty room. “Look,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “Sometimes when my brother gets to a certain level of scared he’ll get really, and I mean really, flirty. If that koopa is anything like your description of him we have to get to Luigi and snap him out of it.”

The two royals blinked.

“What?” Peach asked, unsure of where this was going.

“It’s some kind of- of self defense or coping mechanism, I dunno the specifics. Our cousins used to joke around about it when we were younger and call him ‘Lady Killer Luigi’ but it was a whole thing.”

Making sure the coast was clear, the three moved out and began checking the rooms for Mario’s younger brother.

“Mario, I still don’t understand-”

The three made their way to the last room with the biggest double doors Mario had seen in his life. He had a bad feeling about this.

DK snorted. “Relax, Princess. He’s probably just scared his brother’s gonna get hurt insulting that overgrown turtle with a crappy pick up line.”

“It’s much worse than that.” Mario said, pushing open the doors. Their eyes took a moment to adjust before Peach and DK’s jaws dropped. There, at the end of the aisle, was Luigi in a wedding dress. The younger plumber was standing next to a fully suited King Bowser, Kamek standing at the podium behind them.

“Not again.” Mario muttered to himself.

DK’s head whipped to the side to stare at Mario in shock. “AGAIN?!?!”

“Oh my god, what is happening right now,” Peach whispered.

“Mama Mia. This is just as bad as the time he charmed the entire wedding party and the couple getting married.”

“HE WHAT?!?!”

DK had never felt so lost and confused, so many things, so much information! He needed to sit down.

“Luigi,” Mario took a cautious step towards the ‘couple’. “Step away from the koopa.”

Luigi looked at his bro, side eyed Bowser, and then back to Mario.

His skirts swished as he shuffled a bit closer to the groom.

“Weegee, you leave him alone right this instant” Placing his hands on his hips, Mario stomped his foot on the carpet and gave his best Disappointed Big Brother stare. “You can’t marry a guy you just met!“

“Is this reality?” DK whispered to Peach as they watched the argument unfold. A few Shy Guys had joined them in the pew and were passing around bags of popcorn.

“I’m not sure anymore,” Peach answered, shoving a handful of snack into her face. She didn’t know if they should be watching but it was so hard to look away.

Luigi grinned, taking hold of the Bowser’s purple ribbon and yanking the king down to his level. The koopa grunted at the motion. “Listen here, you little-” he growled but was cut off by Mario.

“Weegee, no.”

“Good thing I’ve known him for almost 2 days then.”

“Luigi Mario, don’t you dare-”

Catching everyone by surprise, the green plumber grabbed Bowser by the face and slammed their lips together.

“MMPH?!?!?”

“Holy-!” DK and Peach squawked at the sudden kiss. Shy Guys were tossing popcorn everywhere in excitement.

“Damn it, Luigi,” Mario sighed, rubbing his temples.

Luigi pulled away first; sliding a gloved hand under the king’s chin and closing his mouth. With a wink and a playful pat to the larger man’s cheek, he turned and made his way to his big brother, shaking his shoulder.

“Relax bro, we were just practicing for his and Peach’s ‘future wedding’. It’s all pretend.“

“If you say so...”

- 3 Hours After DK, Peach, Mario, And Luigi Leave Bowser’s Castle-

“Sire?”

Kamek shuffled into the training hall, decimated exercise equipment was scattered every which way, scorch marks evident on some of them. The advisor even saw a few claw marks on the stone walls that had definitely not been there this morning.

All evidence pointed to one thing: Bowser was furious. Not only had he been embarrassed by that coward of a green plumber, he’d also been seen practicing for his wedding with the princess and kissed said plumber, IN FRONT OF PEACH!

Plus they’d all escaped and somehow set his prisoner’s free in the process. All that hard work for nothing.

“What?” He growled, growing hot with rage just thinking about the absolute disaster today had been. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“I- erm, I have some... bad news, about the wedding, Your Majesty.”

The king groaned, running his claws over his face. Stupid practice wedding, stupid rizzed up plumber. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

“Yeah yeah. We’ll have to postpone it again until I recapture the hostages and fix whatever damage to the castle and troops Mario and the others did.”

He swore, the next time he saw Luigi-

“You and Luigi are officially, legally, married to each other.”

“WHAT?!?!”

Kamek barely dodged the burst of flame Bowser threw his way.

“Whaddaya mean me and Greenie are actually married?!”

The king snatched Kamek in one massive paw, eyes blazing as he glared directly at the magikoopa. “Explain!”

Apparently even just reading the scripts for the wedding could count as official if the contract was signed and the ceremony was sealed with a kiss. The advisor hadn’t thought they’d actually get that far. He’d thought even less that the plumber would be the one to initiate it as a prank on his older brother.

“Great, just great!”

Bowser released the magikoopa and tried to ward off an incoming headache. “Aauuggghh, whatever!”

“Kamek!”

“Yes, Your Ruthlessness?”

“Find a way to break the marriage contract and tell the troops to set a course to the Mushroom Kingdom.”

“But Sire! You can’t marry the princess if-”

“We’re not kidnapping her this time,” Bowser snapped, smoke and sparks appearing at the edges of his muzzle.

“We’re getting my ‘bride’ back.

BONUS

can’t write this part but some possible ideas:

the others get informed about the situation (king consort luigi) via magic ball zoom call with kamek and toadsworth

mario is panicking, peach is worried, DK thinks it’s hilarious, and luigi’s nervous but honestly fine with it

bowser tries to kidnap luigi either loudly or quietly:

loudly:bowser bursts thru a wall or sets a diversion, kidnaps luigi, but luigi switches back to rizz mode; the divorce can only happen if both parties sign

quietly: he gets caught (luigi stalls him) and ends up talking with everyone; there’s a part where he’s like ‘I’m just trying to divorce the guy but all the divorce stuff is at my castle’

bowser’s signature was already on the contract during the practice run, luigi sneakily signed it as a joke when no one was looking before leaving

slow burn thing where bowser starts crushing on luigi while trying to convince him to get a divorce

normal luigi starts being less scared at the koopa kingdom and uses his status to form relationships with other kingdoms kinda behind bowser’s back

luigi also teases mario about liking DK

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s-creations · 5 months

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26 Ways to Feel Mortal - E: Efficacious

26 Chapters based around experiences that newly arrived Geno experiences while trying to find the Star Pieces.

Fandom: Super Mario & Releated Fandoms, Super Mario RPG Rating: Teen and UP Audiences Relationship: Mario/Geno (Nintendo), Mario/Princess Peach (Nintendo) Additional Tags: Rating for Teen needed for later chapters, but shouldn't be to worrisome, I'll have warnings if I'm worried, Poly relations!, Main characters will always be named, Minor characters will arrive as needed, the chapters are not in a specific order, just meets the needs of the given word, please be aware of spoilers.

Efficacious: (adjective) Successful in producing a desired or intended result.

Geno had been very confused why Mario would allow Bowser to join them. They were enemies, right? How could the human willingly allow such a bully to follow them around?

The Koopa was loud, rude, in your face. More of an annoyance than anything else.

There was a fleeting hope that, when Peach joined them, she would push the Koopa out. But she took it all in a very diplomatic stride. Knowing Bowser wouldn’t try anything since he needs their help to get his fortress back. So would engage when needed and keep her distance when he felt too ‘comfortable’ around the princess.

Mallow, rightfully so, was fearful of the large Koopa at the start. After all, Bowser was intimidating. Large, growling voice, with an intense aura of ‘keep away from me’ radiating off of him. The young cloud doing his best to keep his distance the moment Bowser joined them.

This shockingly changed the further they traveled together. Geno was surprised when Bowser took on a bit of a fatherly role around the cloud child. The Koopa did his best to distract Mallow when conversations became a bit too heavy. Or keeping an extremely close eye on the youngest party member when they were in a fight.

Even then, Geno didn’t trust Bowser.

Something that the Koopa picked up on right away. Apparently loving that Geno was a new verbal punching bag. As Mario could roll every comment sent his way by the Koopa like there was nothing said. While Geno was someone who snapped back. No matter how many times he was told to just ignore Bowser.

“Hey, Kindling! Think you could actually aim for once?”

“Move it Twinkle Toes, you’re in my way.”

“You can’t be that naive DriftWood.”

The more Geno attempted to argue back, the more Bowser would just laugh in his face.

“Are you absolutely sure he has to remain with us?” Geno muttered weakly so only Mario could hear him.

Mario gave a sympathetic smile before putting a hand on the puppet’s shoulder. “Try not to let him get to you. Honestly, this is his way of…keeping the peace.”

“By upsetting me?”

“By treating you like he treats everyone else. It’s…hard to explain. But there are beings here that use teasing as a way to show they care.”

“That…makes no sense.”

Mario couldn’t hold back the laugh seeing Geno’s screwed up face of confusion, “Look, look, if you poked him back and not yell at him, you’d see Bowser’s not too bad.”

“...The guy who constantly puts the Mushroom Kingdom in danger…is not too bad.”

“We earthbound are complicated creatures. Besides, Bowser is a power house and we need that right now. If anyone’s going to end a fight, it’s gonna be him.”

Geno huffed and crossed his arms, plopping himself down next to Mario. Feeling slightly better when the human wrapped an arm around him.

“Just stick near me, okay? You’ll be fine.”

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This was turning into a serious beat down, and not in the hero's favor.

Geno felt his entire body shaking as he attempted to stay up. He’d lost sight of the rest of his team almost as soon as the battle started. The puppet left to deal with a speedster of a minion. The annoying creature able to zip around faster than what Geno could respond to. Who was covered in a number of landed attacks while he frantically tried to just see the thing attacking him. The surrounding area marked with Geno’s misfires.

That high pitched giggle was driving Geno insane. Hand gun swiveling around as he tried to fight his combatant.

“Too slow!” the giggle sounded again, “Too slow!”

“Come out and fight me!” Geno called out.

“No, no, no, that’s not how this works. You have to find me if you want to fight me!”

A shuffling in the bush caused Geno to turn.

He collapsed onto one knee as a blow was delivered to the back of his leg.

“Tisk, tisk! Have you not learned the pattern yet? I thought you heroes were supposed to be tough! Such a weak little thing. Is the Star having a hard time?”

Geno got back up, stumbling when he put weight on the leg that held the newest wound.

“Feeling a little out of your element? Fighting is far different than granting silly little wishes. You’re not very useful here, are you?”

“Would you shut up and fight me!” Geno called out.

“Temper, temper! If you’re going to be a poor sport about this, I guess our game’s going to have to end.”

Geno tensed as he braced himself for the next attack to land. Only to jump as the ground shook, something heavy being slammed behind him.

He turned quickly to find Bowser behind him. With, who was probably the person who attacked Geno, a strange creature being crushed by his claws. Geno flinched slightly when Bowser’s red eyes darted up to him.

“You look terrible, Termite Bait.” Bowser gruffed out.

“Uh… Thank you?” Geno voiced weakly.

They both looked in the distance when a deep rumble was heard. Geno tensing further when the Koopa let out a low growl.

“Bowser-”

“Get back to the others.”

“I- What?” Geno took a few steps back as the rumble drew closer.

“I kind of broke away from my own fight to save your backside,” Bowser said, “you need to run before you’re caught up in this. You’re in no shape to keep fighting.”

“But-”

“I said get!”

Geno turned and ran the moment Bowser bared his teeth. The puppet’s nerves rose as he heard the Koopa’s roar once more. It was as he realized that he had no idea where he was going that Geno popped out into a new clearing. Mario called out the other’s name, clearly happy and relieved to be back together.

“Are you okay?” Mario asked, “You’re hurt, let’s get you some Mushrooms”

“Wait, wait, Bowser! He’s back there, fighting on his own!”

The human gave a sharp nod before running off to where Geno pointed towards. Only to scramble to a halt when said Koopa came stomping out of the foliage. Scrapped up, but appearing fine.

“Bowser-” Mario fell quiet when given a hard stare. The human taking a step back. Allowing Bowser to stalk closer to Geno.

Who did his best to stand his ground as Bowser knelt closer.

“I don’t work with wimps.” Bowser growled out.

Geno puffed up at that. “I’m not.”

“Then don’t let stupid words fluster you so much that you forget how to fight.”

Geno wasn’t allowed to argue further as Bowser walked past him. Muttering something about needing to find Peach and Mallow.

A little stunned by what happened, Geno turned to Mario.

“Bowser…confuses me.”

“But he gets the job done. Come on, we’d better not lose him.”

#geno #geno smrpg #mario #mallow #princess peach #bowser #s-creations #fanfiction #genario

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blackhakumen · 2 years

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Mini Fanfic #881: Not a Wise Choice (Super Smash Bros Ultimate x Kingdom Hearts)

12:34 p.m. at the Smash Mansion's Living Room........

TV Show: (Shows the Remake Version of Yoshi's Tropical Island on the Screen)

Sora: (Stares at the Screen in Awe Along With Kairi and Ryuji) Wooooah.......

Kairi: It looks even more prettier than the original......

Ryuji: I know, right? I would totally be down to go there for a few days.

Ren: Same....(Turns to Yoshi) Hey, how are those two Yoshi's been doing now that they're together again?

Yoshi: (Smiles Softly) They're doing great. One of them founded two baby eggs on the shores sometime ago. So they're already raising them as their own.

Sora/Kairi: AWWWWWWWWW!~ Yoshi family!~

Riku: Hmm.......

Ryuji: (Turns to Riku) Somethin' on your mind, man?

Riku: Somewhat.....I was wondering why Bowser isn't playable in this game.

Kairi: Yeah. I've been wondering about that too lately. Didn't Ms. Peach and the others finally invited him to the last party? What makes him wanna back to doing Bowser Spaces?

Yoshi: Well..........

Flashback

Peach: (Standing in Behind the Microphone Stand While Finishing Up the Uplifting Speech) .....So from the bottom of my heart and purist soul, let us all do our very best and have the BEST PARTY EVER!!~

Crowd: (Raise Their Glasses While Cheering in Rejoice) YEAHHHHAHAHHH!

Bowser: (Walks Up to Peach in a Bit of a Nervous Like Fashion) Hey....Peach.....

Peach: ('Gasps') Bowser! (Happily Hugs the King Koopa) You made it!~ Are you ready to get your party on? Or as the kids would put it....(Playfully Bumps Bowser's Shoulder) Getting Jiggy with it?~

Bowser: (Starts Looking Away While Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Yeahhhhh...... About that..... I won't be partying with you guys this time soon. I'm gonna go back to causing havoc and mayhem around it like I always do.

And with that, plus the sound of glass breaking and the record being scratch, everyone immediately stops at what they were doing before gasping loudly and turning their heads to the infamous Koopa King himself.

Daisy: (In the Crowd) WHAT THE FUCK!?

Peach: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Y-You're....c-causing havoc.....a-again!?

Bowser: Yep. I done some thinking here and there and turns out I actually like messing with you guys a lot more than being invited to the party for once. Oh and also, I already told the guys to set up a bunch of Bowser's Spaces on each of the worlds. So uh......(Smiles Very Awkwardly While Doing Jazz Hands) Surprise!........

Mario: (Couldn't Believe What He's Hearing Right Now) Is this motherfucker serious right now?

Yoshi: (Immediately Spits his Drink Out)

Luigi/Daisy: (Quickly Turns to Their Son in Worry) Yoshi!?

Ryuji: Woahwoahwoahwoah! Hang on a second!

Abruptly Back to the Present

Ryuji: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) Mario CURSE!?

Sora: And it's a literal F-Bomb!?

Yoshi: Yeah, man! I was standing RIGHT NEXT to him when it all happened. It was crazy! But that's beside the point. After all shock and revelation.......

Back to Flashback

Peach: (Trying her Hardest Not Let Her Lose her Posture and Cool) Let me get this straight...and please..... PLEASE try and correct when I wrong, but....You are tell me, no....To EVERY SINGLE OF OF US HERE is that you spent YEARS tormenting us....for your inviting to each of ours parties....And when we FINALLY invite you to one....after all the begging.....all the ultimatums.....all the agreement we set out for each sides.....You decided....to come right up here and tell each and everyone of us here that you're going back to square one....ALL BECAUSE YOU MISS GIVING US MISERY!!!?

Bowser: ...........Yep. Pretty much.

The anger begins to fume even higher for the princess before she decided to take a huge deep breath in the very last second.

Peach: Okay. Fine. You win. You can go back to causing havoc like you always do.

Bowser: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock) Oh crap. Really?

Mario: (Immediately Rushes Over to Peach's Side) Peach, are you absolutely sure about all of this?

Peach: I'm sure of it, dear. I don't know WHY he decided to do this after everything we've been through to agree to invite him!....('Sigh') But I digress. If this is what he wants to do, then we should let him be.

Bowser: Ah sweet. Thanks, Pea-

Peach: HOWEVER!

Bowser: (Immediately Starts Cowering in Fear) Y-Y-Yeah?

Peach: (Glares at Bowser Harshly) Do not think for a goddamn SECOND that you're not getting out of this unscathed. Starting the First Day of the Next Month, you will do every single chore we set out for you to do throughout the entire mansion. Cleaning rooms, doing the laundry, cooking-......On second thought, nevermind the cooking part.

Bowser: Oh come on! I can cook just fine, ya know!?

Peach: Oh yeah? Then tell me. What dish you made that doesn't cause anyone to get food poisoning?

Bowser: I-

Peach: OR cause anyone to file a lawsuit against you?

Bowser: (Was About to Say Something Only to Sigh in Defeat a Brief Second Later) Okay. I see your point.

Peach: As what I was saying, you will be doing all of that and more for the entire month. Maybe even two or three if you decide to slack off, which by the way, I'll be sure to have Paulie and Bayonetta supervise you along the way.

Bowser: (Eyes Widened in Fear) Oh no....Not them.....A-Anybody but them!....

Peach: Yes. Them. And I'm sure that they'll do everything in their power to keep you in check.

Bowser: (Almost at a Loss of Words) Fuck......I don't think I'll last a day with them breathing on my neck.....(Quickly Turns to Junior, Roy, and Ludwig in a Very Panic Fashion) Kids, help me your old man out here! Please!

Roy: (Too Busy Reading a Magazine) Sorry, pops. You're on your own on this one.

Bowser Jr: (Too Busy Playing his Handheld Video Game) We warned you not to get on Momma Peach's bad side.....

Ludwig: (Too Busy Reading his Book).And now you have no other choice but to accept the consequences of your reckless actions. Pity.

Bowser: I'm screwed.....

Peach: Bowser! Turn back around right now!

Bowser: (Quickly Turns Back to Peach) Yes, ma'am! Sorry, ma'am! Won't happen again, ma'am!....

Peach: Good. Now, one more thing before we're finish.....

Bowser: W-W-What is it?.....

Peach: This party is suppose to be a fun and special occasion for us to remember for years to come. (Gives Bowser a Serious, Dark Look on her Face) If you even THINK about stepping out of line throughout all of it, I will NOT hesitate to pummel you to a pulp and send your sorry ass to the goddamn moon! Do you understand me!?

Bowser: (Rapidly Nodded)

Peach: Good. Now get out of my sight before you make me more angrier.

And with that, Bowser begins to runaway as fast as his life depends on it.

Peach: ('Sighs Heavily') Now with that out of my system.....(Went Back to Smiling Brightly) Let's get this party started, shall we?~

Crowd: (Starts Cheering Again in Rejoice) YEEAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

Daisy: (In the Crowd) THAT OUR PEACHY!

Random Guy: (in the Crowd) MARIO PARTY FOR LIFEEE!

Back to the Present.....Again

Yoshi: And that's everything that happened.

Sora: Wow....That....was pretty intense actually.

Kairi: I know......I never expected Ms. Peach of all people, be so brutal.....

Ren; Yeah. Momma Peach is a very sweet lady and all, but when you tick her and the other moms off, be expected for a world of pain and agony.

Ryuji: We saw them scared Kazuya straight once.....Pretty insane if you ask me.

Riku: ('Sigh') Well, I'm glad they were able to solve the situation before it got more-(Eyes Suddenly Begins to Widened at What is In Front of Him and the Others) Out of..... hand......

Bowser: (Has an Annoyed Look in his Face While Wearing a Maid Costume) Yo.

Ren: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Uhh....Heyyyyy, Bowser.....Wanna tell us why you're wearing....uhhh-

Bowser: Maid outfit? Your mom insisted I wear something presentable. So......('Sigh') They got me wearing this for the rest of the month.

Ren: Yeeesh......

Ryuji: Dude, why did you have to go back to being a dick in Mario Party? You finally got invited in the last one. And you could've been invited to more of them for years to come. But you just.....blew all of that away.

Bowser: Look, I'm sorry, alright!? Things change sometimes! And so is my enjoyment of things. You understand the feeling, right?

Yoshi/Sora/Kairi: Yeahhh......

Ren: I guess.......

Riku: It was still a bad move on your part....

Bowser: ('Sighs Heavily') Yeah......I know.....And I'm suffering for it......

Kairi: B-But hey! On the bright side.....(Smiles Sheepishly) At least you look cute in a the outfit.....In a less, intimidating way of course.

Bowser: Thanks. Now, if you kids excuse me......(Starts Walking Away) I gotta get back to work before the Goddess and Witch starts giving more hell to pay......

Sora: (Waves Goodbye to Bowser) Okay! Good luck!......I don't wanna be rude or anything, but....I.... really don't think he'll last for that long.....

Yoshi: I'll give him a week.

Ren: I'll give him three days.

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anomander-dragnipurake · 3 years

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Gift for Bowser

“Are you sure about this?” Luigi asked with a raised eyebrow for probably the tenth time since Mario had brought the idea up.

“Of course I am,” Mario said with a casual grin as he pulled on his winter coat even though he wasn’t at all sure about this. Getting a Xmas gift for Bowser wasn’t something he’d ever done before even if he had considered it a few times, most often as a joke but this time it wasn’t. “He’s been really good lately, he deserves a reward.”

Ever since Bowser’s sole goal in kidnapping Peach was luring Mario to his castle for a rematch had been publicly outed and broadcasted everywhere, mocking him for his obsession, he’d kept low, showing no sign of himself anywhere in the Mushroom Kingdom. He hadn’t even participated in the karting Grand Prix this year which was rather unlike him. As a result of all this, it had been a while since Mario had last seen him which was nice but… weird.

“Yeah but… do you have to deliver it personally?” Luigi asked he followed Mario out to the car.

“Well it’s a bit too late to mail it.” It was Xmas Eve morning, the Lakitu mail service wasn’t running for obvious reasons.

Luigi frowned. “You bought it a week ago though. You could’ve mailed it then like I thought you were going to.”

Mario shrugged as he slid into the driver’s seat of his car. He’d waffled a lot on whether or not he’d wanted to send it even after buying it and had only decided firmly that he was going to do it last night after it was already too late to mail it. So he would drive down there, give it to Bowser, maybe exchange some words to see what was up with him, and then come back home to spend whatever was left of the day and tomorrow with friends and family.

“I’ll see you in a few hours bro, don’t worry,” he said, closing the door before Luigi could try to talk him out of it or protest any further. The annoyed look Luigi gave him as he backed out of the driveway made him feel kind of guilty but… whatever, Luigi would get over it. He was just worried and maybe had a right to be since Mario was going to see Bowser. But everything should be fine, even if things didn’t go well, Mario had never lost to Bowser before.

Unsurprisingly, surrounded by lava pools and active volcanoes, Bowser’s Kingdom was warm even in the dead of winter. Mario shed his jacket well before reaching the castle itself. It was nice though; he’d always preferred being hot over cold.

Unsure of what kind of welcome he’d get, he parked outside the castle walls, angling his car so it’d be pointed away. He doubted he’d need to make a fast getaway but it was better to be safe than sorry.

By some miracle the portcullis was down, allowing him to stride right into the castle grounds, giftbox in hand. He was stopped by a trio of goomba guards.

“Halt right there,” one of them said.

“Go no further,” another added.

“Or else,” the third finished.

When Mario did as they commanded they froze, turning a bit to exchange a three-way nervous look. They clearly hadn’t expected their order to be obeyed and had no idea what to do next.

“Uh… I come in peace,” Mario said, putting on a smile. “I have a gift for Bowser.” He gestured it with it.

There was a long silence before one of them spoke again. “Uh… you wait right here, we have important matters to discuss.” With that they scampered off a short distance and huddled in to mutter amongst themselves.

Assuming the doors were unlocked, Mario could stride right in. He wouldn’t though even if dealing with all this was a pain because it might be taken as a hostile move and he didn’t want that. So he waited for several minutes while the goombas discussed things. One eventually ran off into the castle.

“We sent word to Bowser that you’re here,” “so stay right here,” the other two goombas said as they returned to glare at Mario in a poor attempt at being intimidating.

Mario sighed, resigning himself to waiting. Luckily it was only a few short minutes before the goomba guard returned, huffing and puffing from the run.

“Lord Bowser has agreed to meet you in the throne room,” they said to Mario as they stepped aside to let him enter. “Hustle, he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Inside the castle was noticeably cooler than outside, still quite warm though. The way to the throne room from the main entrance was short but surprisingly bustling with goombas, shy guys, koopatroopas, and the other kinds of minions Bowser employed. Based off their muttering and the way they were all looking at Mario, news of him being here had already spread. Not surprising; back at Peach’s castle within minutes of an interesting person’s arrival every Toad living on the grounds knew of it, why wouldn’t it be the same here? Mario acted as if he here were unconcerned as he strode past them and into the throne room.

Bowser stood in the middle of the room and glared at Mario as he came in. “Why are you here?” he asked as soon as the door was shut and before Mario could try to say anything.

“I brought you a gift,” he replied as he strode closer, hiding his nervousness behind a mask of nonchalance.

“Why?”

“Xmas is tomorrow so Merry Xmas.” He smiled as he stopped right in front of Bowser, holding the gift towards him. He’d wrapped in shiny gold paper with a fancy bow on top and a big tag that read ‘to BOWSER’ on it.

Bowser leaned forward to give a it a good look but didn’t reach for it. “What is it?”

“You’ll have to open it to find out.” Mario had thought long and hard on what to get him before settling on a statue depicting a serpent like dragon wrapped around a crumbling stone tower. He’d known Bowser long enough to know he liked decorative items, especially if they had a dangerous feel to them.

“It’s a trap, isn’t it?” Bowser said taking a step back. “It’s probably a… cloud of poison gas or something, right? You’re trying to kill me.”

Mario shook his head to hold back a chuckle because that was just ridiculous. “No, it’s a gift I think you’ll you like. Take it.” He stepped forward, pushing it towards Bowser again.

After a long pause Bowser finally reached out to take it, giving Mario a skeptical look the whole time. He held it away from himself as he gave it a small shake as if he were afraid it might explode on him. “It’s… an Xmas gift?”

“Yep so you can’t open it until tomorrow. It’s safe though I promise.”

“Why did you feel the need to deliver it by hand then?”

“I uh… waited a bit too long to do my Xmas shopping and well I didn’t think it’d arrive in time so I decided to just bring it to you instead.”

Bowser grunted as he gave the box another shake. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too violent with it, though quite sturdy Bowser could probably break it even by accident. “Why get me a gift though? It doesn’t make sense.”

“There’s nothing wrong with spreading a little Xmas cheer around. Don’t worry about getting me anything in return either, I don’t except anything.”

“Good because I didn’t get you anything nor am I going to.”

Well Mario had been hoping for a bit more friendliness but he hadn’t really expected it so this was fine. “All right. It’s been good seeing you. Merry Xmas.” He gave Bowser a smile and a thumbs up before striding back towards the door. He didn’t let himself look back, choosing to trust Bowser not to do anything nefarious. And… he didn’t, Mario made it all the way to door without even a single comment from him.

As he started to pull it open Bowser muttered something behind him that sounded an awful lot like, “Merry Xmas.” He wasn’t entirely sure though so with a grin, he turned around.

“What was that?”

Bowser groaned, glaring off to the side. “I said ‘Merry Xmas’. … And uh… thanks for the gift or whatever, I guess. Now get out of here. I’m sure we both got better places to be then hovering around here and trying to have an awkward conversation.”

He was right so… Mario gave him one smile before leaving. That had gone surprisingly well all things considered, certainly better than he’d expected even if not as good as he’d hoped. Maybe Mario would endeavor to see him again for a proper chat later, it might even be fun.

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nachohypno · 4 years

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Nate and Dave Ch. 3

Back at my house, mom was already off to work. Which meant, the whole house for me and my new jock pet to play.

As soon as we got to my room, I grabbed the bowser collar and told him to stand straight and don’t move.

He obeyed without a second thought, waiting for me to give him his new gift. I buckled the collar around his neck, and looked up at him “Comfortable?”

Again, he moved his neck a few times, then nodded “Perfect, bro. Thanks so much”

He pulled me in for another make out session, and I took the chance to feel up his muscled body. I wondered if he had special metabolism due to his supernatural nature, or if he killed himself working out at the gym.

I also noticed he was already rock hard again. Made sense, I didn’t let him cum yesterday. I still didn’t want to have sex with him, I didn’t feel that romantically involved with him to engage in a sexual relationship.

But… I had an idea.

I controlled his mind too, and I triggered his werewolf transformation yesterday. I wondered what else I could do with that?

“Strip to your underwear and lay down on the bed” I said, as soon as we broke the kiss.

He did as I told, and revealed once again his beautifully trained body, before laying on my bed and waiting for more orders like a happy puppy.

“Turn into a werewolf once again” His smile faded and his eyes glazed over, as he entered the morphing process once again. His body hair growing into fur again.

Ears going in and being replaced by a pair of wolf ears at the top of his head. His head also morphing with a wolf snout appearing at the bottom half of it.

Eyes and pupils growing bigger, brows growing larger. Nails replaced by claws and the palm of his hands gaining the usual paw pods.

His already chiseled body getting more built and muscled than before, as the werewolf jock grew bigger and larger in size.

A tail appeared above his butt cheeks, and his now bigger cock tried to escape from the underwear, with the pink head being visible.

As he finished his transformation, his expression started to return to his face. But before he could wake up completely I said “Remain in this relaxed trance state”

His eyes glazed over again, as the wolf guy stared straight to the ceiling. I didn’t think it would work, I thought the “you control my mind” part was just a decoration for what it really was.

I was wrong, apparently. I did control his mind too.

I took a step back and admired him. An athletic werewolf jock, under my control and entranced on my bed.

May as well start with the toying around, right?

I climbed on the bed and laid beside him. I made his head rest on my chest, as I scratched his hair.

“How does that feel, Davey?”

“Good…” He mumbled. I found it hot. I mean, this zonked out state he was in. Was it like movies or TV shows were he would do everything I told him?

I mean, he would do everything I told him in his normal state, it shouldn’t be much different. Just some glazed eyes, monotone voice and a dumber-than-usual smile.

I was wondering something. “What do you think of me? Do you like having me as your soulmate?” Those questions were kind of eating me up from the inside. What if he was actually unhappy and suffered every second he spent with me?

That was probably my anxiety speaking, but it would be good to know.

“I like you… I notice you’re nervous all the time, but that’s cute… and I like to think that… I can protect you… like a good soulmate…” Aww, he really was a wholesome wolfie! He wasn’t done though, he finished his opinion of me with a nice “I love you…”

I moved my hand and rubbed his fur-covered abs and chest. It felt good, and he seemed to like it too.

Funny enough, he started lightly kicking the air as I kept rubbing. He seemed to act more like a dog the longer I was with him.

“Who’s a good puppy? Who’s a good puppy boy?” I said, playfully.

“I am, bro! I’m a good puppy boy!” He said. Still sounding zoned out, but managed to get a bit of excitement on his voice.

I noticed his cock was still trying to escape from his underwear, and was leaking a bit of pre by now.

I decided to play a bit with that, too. Just to have a better taste of my control over the jock.

If you told me I would be doing this, controlling one of the hottest guys of my school. Who is also a werewolf who is bonded to me, I would certainly not believe you and walk away.

This was crazy, but I was sure loving every fucking second of it.

“Get up, puppy boy” I whispered to his pointy ear.

The big werewolf jock did as I told, getting up from the bed and turning to me, waiting for more commands probably.

His glazed over eyes made him look hotter, for some reason. Hah, funny. I think I may have a domination fetish.

The bowser collar also looked good on him. As I mentioned before, he looked just like a human-sized teddy bear, really cute and somehow really hot, knowing that he’s actually a jock in love with me.

“Take off your underwear, puppy boy”

He reached down to it and pulled it off quickly, standing back at attention as soon as he finished.

“Grab your cock and give it a few strokes as you flex the other arm” I commanded.

He didn’t hesitate to obey, stroking his cock while lifting his other arm, flexing his big biceps.

I got up too, and walked to his side. I grabbed his bicep and squeezed it a bit. “Are you a good puppy boy?”

“Yeah bro… I’m a good puppy boy…” He mumbled in complete bliss. His dumb smile growing with each stroke. He was happy to obey, I assumed.

I let go of his bicep and moved to one of his pecs, groping it. While feeling up his muscled back with my other hand. “Are you my good puppy boy?”

He nodded, as he kept stroking “I’m your good puppy boy…”

I kissed his cheek, which was kind of difficult because of his smile and… the whole snout thing.

“Good puppy boy, keep stroking until you cum. And when you do, you will wake up and turn back to human. Understood?”

“Yeah, bro…” He said, still in a monotone voice.

“And also, every time I snap my fingers, you will compliment me differently every time, understood?”

He nodded “Yeah…”

I laid back on my bed as I enjoyed the show my good puppy boy was putting on for me. The horny werewolf kept jerking off in front of me, like nothing else mattered.

I thought about, I don’t know, getting on my knees in front of him and sucking him off? But it would feel bad doing that when he was tranced like this. Like, I mentioned how I wouldn’t like being raped at school by him, well he probably wouldn’t like the same thing happening to him in my room.

...Or he would actually like it, because of the soulmate thing, but it’s still a fucked-up thing.

I stopped thinking about that, and pulled out my own cock, starting to stroke too. Unlucky me, he came first.

He shot a BIG load at the floor. I was quite surprised about it, but his transformation started, drawing my attention back to the big guy.

His fur started to disappear as his body turned back to human. Paw pods disappeared, claws turned back to human nails. Head turned back to normal, with the pointy ears being replaced by normal ears and the snout disappearing completely.

His body also got smaller, but not much though. He was still a big, muscled guy, so there wasn’t much of a difference.

Once he finished with his transformation, he blinked a few times, waking up from his trance.

“Bro…” He started. I wondered what would he say. I wondered if he would be mad with me for using him as some kind of pleasure puppet, or puppy boy toy. Or a slave, if you prefer. “…you are the BEST!”

“Wait, what?” I was kind of sure he wouldn’t like what happened and I already thought of a command to make him okay with it.

“That felt amazing! And I loved doing what you told me!” He’s the submissive type, apparently.

He climbed on the bed and laid beside me, pulling me to another one of his gentle make out sessions before I could actually react. I didn’t complain though.

He grabbed my cock and gently stroked it with his big hand as he continued with the kiss. It felt so good, letting him pleasure me.

I let him do that, since I haven’t been able to cum yet. He broke the kiss at some point, and looked at my cock, like he was considering to suck it or something. He looked at me, before going back to making out together.

I was kind of glad he didn’t push the sex subject forward, since I’m still really nervous about it. But… I guess it’s just a matter of time until I throw myself to him and ask him to fuck me. Like a good puppy boy.

I had to break the kiss after a while. I wanted to talk with him, before I forget about it as things get hotter.

“By the way, you should go back home today. Your parents are going to be worried about you” I told him, and he looked at me again with those sad puppy eyes, like begging me to let him stay another night.

“But… Babe… Just another night?” He asked, giving me a light kiss on the lips. “I promise I’ll go back home after tonight”

But I shook my head “You have to go back with your mom and dad, they’ll get worried about you” I repeated.

I was mostly afraid that a random werewolf might start hunting me down if I kept their son with me for longer. I didn’t know if he was telling them where he was at the moment, or the whole soulmate ordeal.

He accepted the defeat with a “Whatever you say, bro…” Before giving me another light kiss. I could get used to this, being the dominant guy in a relationship with one of the jocks that own the school.

Oh, I still had to test something out. I snapped my fingers and he gave me a warm smile, followed by a “You’re the best guy I could have as my soulmate, bro” and another little kiss.

That seemed to work well. I laid back down on my bed and he did the same, pulling me in for a cuddle and stroking my still hard cock from time to time.

I sent him home a few hours after that, and we kept in touch, texting a lot through Sunday until Monday finally came.

And I was nervous as fuck.

I did tell Dave to act like he normally would, and keep our encounters only for breaks or after school. It would seem less suspicious that way.

I also noticed I forgot to tell him to take off his bowser collar, but I assumed he would take it off to about rising suspicions too. He wasn’t as dumb as he wanted the others to think he was.

And my suspicions were right, he passed by with his football mates without the collar on. He winked at me as he passed by.

It was alright, though. People would find it weird if he started hanging out with me all of a sudden. Like, we could pass last Friday’s events as… him wanting me to do his homework? That could work.

Besides the wink, and me not having to worry about the other jocks as much as I usually did, the day was pretty normal.

He sat at the back of the class with his mates again, and I went back to having rotating partners, like I used to have.

Math class was my favorite. Especially when I wasn’t being interrupted. Today wasn’t one of those days, though. I got a paper ball thrown at my head from the back of the classroom.

Some laughter, and I frowned at the assholes. I grabbed the ball and opened it, it often had degrading messages like “go fuck yourself” or “Here’s a cock for lil’ faggy” along with a cock drawn besides the message.

Curiosity won over me, as always. And I was surprised, my frown quickly vanished as I noticed it was a note from Dave. I was glad I didn’t throw it at the trash without reading it.

“Puppy boy misses Nate :3”

We kind of passed the phase of “this is all a dream” and I was completely sure this was real. I assumed the other jocks thought he was bothering me, so that’s why they all laughed in their… annoying, deep laughter.

It made me happy, to say something. I felt good knowing there was a big jock waiting to spend time with me.

The rest of the class went on as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. My partner of the day wanted me to report the jocks with the principal, because of the paper ball, but I told her that I was alright, as long as they didn’t touch me.

I could handle a paper ball; I knew well enough to not make an argument out of stupid stuff like that.

And at break, what I’ve been waiting for actually happened.

I went to my locker to leave my math book and grab the literature one, only to be ambushed by the wholesome jock, laying against the locker on my right.

“So, how’s my bro’s Monday going?” He asked, with the same big smile as always. “I’ve thought I should take off my collar in public, but I brought it with me in my bag just in case you wanted me to have it on at all times” He said, showing me his school bag hanging from his shoulder.

“Oh, don’t worry. I forgot to tell you to take it off before heading to school, so I’m glad you did it by yourself” I said, as I finished with my locker and closed it. “And I’m good, thanks for asking”

“What did you think of my note? Sorry for throwing it at you, I hope I didn’t hurt you” He seemed excited, like he couldn’t wait to hear what I had to say about it.

“It was cool, I really appreciated it” I said, getting closer a bit to whisper “Puppy boy” to his ear, before taking a step back again.

He blushed, and mumbled “I’m your good puppy boy, bro”

I wanted to ruffle his hair, but that would be weird if anyone noticed us.

Butch, the guy from last Friday, passed by and touched Dave’s shoulder “Bro, come with me. Football team emergency!”

Dave nodded at him as his teammate walked away. Then, he turned to me and said “Football team emergency, bro. But I’ll look out for you at the next break, alright?” before walking away pretty fast.

I wondered what was the football team emergency, never heard that before. But again, I never hung out with the jocks so it may be a totally normal expression among them.

I decided to continue with my day. Next classes were as normal as they could be. No more paper balls being thrown at my head, luckily, and my puppy jock remained with his friends.

I wondered if he had an argument with them after the bathroom incident, or if they didn’t mind him protecting me from them. It was kind of weird, Butch acted like I wasn’t there before when he called Dave over, which was appreciated.

I preferred being ignored rather than being bothered.

I had lunch outside, as I usually do when it’s not raining, like I already mentioned when this whole thing started, meanwhile Dave remained with his friends on the cafeteria.

Keeping out the distance wasn’t so bad.

I was used to keeping the distance with the jocks, so it was like your usual day-to-day, with the only difference being that Dave came around from time to time to check if I was doing fine or if I needed something. And the other jocks didn’t even look at me anymore, which was a relief.

Seems like I can start enjoying my senior year, instead of waiting for it to end as soon as possible.

I looked for an empty table, and found one near the yard’s entrance.

I don’t think I’ve said this before, but I liked my school. It was beautiful, and pretty calm. Classes were cool, and the landscape was nice too. I enjoyed going to the yard during my breaks, and doing some reading or homework before my next class, or during lunch.

Midway through the lunch, Dave appeared once again. “Yo bro, sorry for leaving you before. Football team emergency, y’know how it is” He said, sounding tired.

“Huh, being the star quarterback seems like a rough thing” I mocked him. I always wondered what would it be like, entering a sports team. Totally not my thing, though.

“Hey, it’s not as easy as it seems” He said, grabbing the pear from my lunch plate. “Me and my bros are in charge of keeping the school’s spirit as high as it can be. Besides, we kill ourselves at the practices, you should come and see”

I raised my eyebrow, wondering if he was serious or not. I mean, I know the guys haven’t bothered me at all during the whole day, but pushing my luck seemed like a stupid thing to do.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea” I said, before taking back my pear from his hands and putting it back to place. “You’ve seen what happened at the bathroom, I’m not eager to go near the team”

“The team won’t put a hand on you ever again, bro. I took care of that. And there’s a secret spot behind the bleachers, if you’d like some privacy with your handsome puppy boy” He gave me pleading puppy eyes again.

Honestly? I was growing to like him, and it was hard to resist him when he acted so… wholesome and romantic.

I gave it some thought. It wouldn’t hurt, right? We just had to be careful to avoid being seen.

“Alright, I’ll see you there after practice” I finally said. He gave me a rough pat on the back, causing me to cough.

“Oh, sorry bro. Kinda excited, can’t wait to see you later” He moved closer, like he wanted to kiss me, but quickly got back to his place. “Hmm, yeah. Secret. Let’s save that for later” He smiled at me before getting up and running away, back to the school.

The practice would finish at 5 PM, so I had a bit of time. After classes were over, I stood around for a while and walked to the bleachers. I sat on a good spot, where I would see the whole field without any problem.

I noticed something weird as the guys started to heat up before starting. Coach wasn’t around, or he would have probably stopped it from happening.

One of the well-known nerds of the school walked up to the field and gave some things to a few of the football guys. It seemed like… essays?

He went up to Dave and gave him his essay, and my jock grabbed it. A few seconds later, he took the pair of glasses off the guy’s face and threw them across the field.

‘What. The. Fuck.’ was the only thing I could think about.

The nerdy guy went after them and placed them back on his face, before running off back to the exit and leaving the field.

I was kind of mad. What the fuck was he doing? Then I remembered.

He’s one of the school’s bullies. He probably only acted like a wholesome and cute guy when he was with me. But he had no soulmate thing, nor need to not be an arrogant jock with the rest of the school.

Basically, he was a dick by default.

Practice went on as normal, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the poor guy. Was that the ‘football team emergency’? They needed some essays done and they got someone to do it for them?

I noticed Dave’s reflexes were perfect during the practice. Every shot he did was precise, no matter the distance it had to go through. Some of his teammates tried hard to keep up with it, but they managed to do it pretty well.

They probably were used to it already. And his agility was also… outstandingly good. He was fast, very fast for a guy with his body size, but everyone seemed to think it was normal.

Probably because they didn’t know the truth, everything takes a great turn when you know that supernatural stuff is real.

Anyway, I went down to the back of the bleachers a few minutes before the practice was over, so nobody would notice me going there. Ten minutes later, Dave came up to me, still wearing his sweaty football uniform.

He smelled, that’s for sure.

“Hey bro, been missing you since lunch” He said, pretty excited to finally have some time alone.

Before I could actually answer, or say anything, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me in for a kiss.

Hmm… Can’t say I haven’t missed his kisses. The musky smell was somewhat disgusting, though. But I quickly forgot about it as I lost myself on my werewolf’s great kissing skills.

After we finished, I scratched the back of his ear for a few seconds. As usual, his eyes unfocused and his tongue lolled out. That was my good puppy boy.

But… I still felt bad. I stopped and looked around, just in case anyone could caught us in here.

I took a step back from Dave and went over to the bleachers, looking at the field. It was empty, and it looked nice.

Dave returned to his senses, and tried to hug me from behind. I sort of shivered when he did.

He noticed, and let go of me. “Is everything alright, bro? Did I do something wrong?” I wondered why he asked that every time I seemed to be cold with him. I was almost sure that he never asked that to his girlfriend.

I shook my head, trying to play dumb. I didn’t want to start an argument with my soulmate now, I just didn’t feel like doing that to him. But I didn’t feel safe anymore after seeing him bullying that nerd, it reminded me what they liked to do with me.

They were jerks, but Dave wasn’t. Not when he was with me, at least.

“Sorry. Just… thinking about stuff” I feigned a smile, to calm him down a bit.

He sighed, then returned the smile to me “I noticed you kinda off today, bro. And tried to think of something to make up for you letting me stay in your house” Wait. Please tell me he didn’t… “So, if you’d like, you could come over to my house tomorrow after school and you could stay with me for the night!”

…

...I wasn’t mad, nor angry or anything like that. Surprised, more than anything.

This seemed like a good chance to introduce myself to Dave’s parents. It would happen sooner or later, and I would have preferred to make it as late as possible.

But, the chance was presenting by itself, you can’t back down now, Nate!

I remained silent for a few more seconds, and just nodded at the sweaty football player.

Dave smiled, like he was the happiest man on earth, and pulled me in for another gentle kiss, meanwhile he caressed my face. He mumbled a quick “I love you…” before going back to kissing me.

Curiously, the bleachers seemed to be a really romantic place, after all…

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Captain N - Chapter 7: Plotting Their Course

Five cups of specially mixed fruit drink were clinked together in celebration, the five heroes then taking a synchronized sip from their own glasses. Down in Club LOL, Captain N, Simon, Falco, Pit and Zelda enjoyed their victory over King K. Rool's forces alongside other townspeople. Upbeat yet relaxed music wafted through the club as everyone was casually chatting with each other. The townspeople were courteous enough to crowd the five guests, offering them space to move about and feel comfortable. Zelda and Simon stayed further away from the center of attention, while Pit and Falco mingled about. Captain N carefully drifted through the crowds, unsure of what he's supposed to do. He's never been invited to any kind of party during his time on Earth, much less one in his honor. It was much more difficult than usual for him to remain inconspicuous, not only because of his status as town hero, but also because Captain N stood head and shoulders above the people of New Leaf Town. As he tried to take in the fruity drink, two small raccoon boys in formal suits approached him, each holding a piece of paper. "Excuse me, mister Captain?" The one on the left asked. Captain N turned to face them, and they stood up more straight. "My name's Timmy!" The raccoon on the left introduced himself. "And I'm Tommy!" The raccoon on the right continued. "We're in charge of Nookling General Stores, our uncle now runs Nook's Homes." Timmy explained. "We jut wanted to say it's really cool that you saved our home from King K. Rool's henchmen!" Tommy eagerly piped up. Trying to remain humble, Captain N smiled as he waved his hand nonchalantly. "All in a day's work, kiddos." He assured them. "We were just wondering something..." Timmy trailed off, getting more nervous. "Can we get your autograph, mister Captain?" Tommy asked, holding up his paper. Captain N chuckled as he carefully took the paper. Tommy quickly produced a pen for Captain N, before he could ask for one. Taking the pen, setting the drink aside and getting down on one knee to use his thigh to write, Captain N felt incredibly flattered to have someone want his signature. Well, not HIS signature, Captain N's signature. Giving them Peter Lavancha's signature would only confuse his two young fans. He then took a moment to decide how to write his signature, then deciding on writing "Captain" diagonally in cursive, with a large "N" resembling the one on his varsity jacket behind the first word, adding "To Tommy, keep up the great shop keeping!" as the finishing touch. "Me next! Me next! ...oh, please!" Timmy spoke up, holding out his paper. Captain N graciously took the paper and wrote a similar message to Timmy, handing it back after careful writing. "Thank you, mister Captain!" Timmy eagerly thanked. "Yeah, thanks!" Tommy added. Captain N laughed waving off their formality. "Just Captain N is fine." Captain N informed the two. Waving goodbye, Timmy and Tommy ran back off into the crowd, chatting to each other. Captain N could pick up a few sentences on their conversation. "You think he's cooler than Link or Mario?" Timmy asked. "I dunno, Captain N only saved our town so far, those guys saved like the entire world!" Tommy answered. Captain N felt a slight shadow over him, as if trapped under the legacy of the heroes that came before him. Taking another sip from his drink, he could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders again. Those guys, Mario, Link, Samus, Kirby and so on, they were all surely more skilled than him. They had more experience fighting these villains, from the sounds of it.

But they still lost.

Captain N nervously paced about the edge of Club LOL, his mind racing. He tried to calm himself, reminding himself of the victory earned today, but to little avail. His increasing nerves opposed those of everyone else present, who all seemed much more at ease, casually talking and exchanging jokes. Larger battles were on the horizon, and not just against the three kings. He knew invading Dracula's castle isn't going to be easy, and he really doubted his ability in facing the vampire face-to-face. His eyes darted around the club, searching for his allies. Pit and Falco were still talking to some of the townspeople, but Zelda and Simon were nowhere to be seen. Captain N's worrying intensified. Where are they? What are they doing? What if they bailed? What if-

Captain N took a moment, closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, waited a moment, and exhaled. Zelda has her magic, and Simon is more experienced in dealing with Dracula. Surely they were plotting the course to Castlevania. Deciding he shouldn't be alone, Captain N walked over to Pit, who was refilling his drink. He walked a bit slower and more carefully, still sore. Despite the noise in the club, Pit could hear Captain N approaching, and turned to face him. "Enjoying the spoils of victory?" Pit asked jokingly. Captain N shrugged with a smile. "It can be a little much to have all this in my honor." Captain N admitted. "You've really had a rough few days, huh?" Pit noted. "Eh, it could be worse." Captain N replied, rather bluntly. Confused, Pit prodded further.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"You just gotta count your blessings. I could've been sent to a world where nobody speaks the same language as me. I could've been sent to a world where the atmosphere is methane. I could have been teleported a mile in the air or underwater. I could have been sent here while I was in the shower."

Pit laughed gently before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, those are some good points." He chuckled. Captain N gently laughed along, taking another sip from his drink. It tasted rather sweet, but the taste was still unique from other fruit-flavored drinks he's ever had before. Maybe apples and grapes taste different on Yamajiro? It makes more sense than all the other stuff he's seen lately. Falco could be spotted leaning against a wall on the far side, setting his empty drink to the side as he answered questions asked by eager townspeople. A larger raccoon male approached Captain N, who greatly resembled Timmy and Tommy. "Excuse me, Captain?" The raccoon asked, getting Captain N's attention. Pit moved away, not wanting to eavesdrop. "Hey there, how's it going?" Captain N asked him. "I'm sorry if my nephews bothered you, they-" The raccoon started to apologize, but was soon waved off by Captain N. "It's fine! Always great to meet a fan!" Captain N assured. The raccoon nodded before continuing. "Anyway, my name is Tom Nook, I'm sure my nephews mentioned me." Captain N nodded, recalling their description of him, as well as Isabelle's description of him from yesterday. "I don't suppose you want an autograph too?" Captain N gently joked, where Tom shook his head in response. "No no, See, I run a housing business here, and I'm always welcoming new homeowners to New Leaf Town, so perhaps I could show you around where you could move in?" Tom offered. Captain N shook his head, smiling. "That sounds great, but I can't really afford to settle down yet. I'm on a mission, after all." Tom nook nodded to himself, slightly turning away. "Well, in case you ever change your mind, you know where to find me." He concluded, refilling his drink and walking off to find Timmy and Tommy.

As he was watching Tom leave, Pit noticed Simon and Zelda waving him and Captain N over. Nudging Captain N to get his attention, he joined Pit in walking over to the two, who produced a large map. Zelda conjured a small light to illuminate the map. "Here is where we are." Simon stated, pointing to a small town on the map. "And here is where we believe Castlevania is right now." He continued, dragging his finger over to a hand drawn mark further away on the map. "So that's where we'll find the next weapon?" Captain N asked. "We believe so. Yamajiro isn't home to many castles, so we're hoping that despite its mystical nature, Castlevania guards another one of your predecessor's weapons." Zelda answered. "Alright, now we're talking!" Pit cheered, turning a few heads. Falco walked over, peering at the map. "So we've finally got a plan?" He asked the group. Captain N nodded, pointing to the point. "That's where Castlevania is. When are we leaving?" Captain N asked Simon, who bluntly answered "Tomorrow morning, 7 AM.". Zelda noticed Isabelle beside the group, looking nervous. "I guess you're going to be leaving soon?" She asked. "Yeah, we've gotta get going." Pit confirmed, making Isabelle's expression sink slightly. "But what if more of K. Rool's or Dedede's or Bowser's forces come here? What will we do?" Isabelle asked. "Do not worry, I will know if your town is in any danger." Zelda assured. Isabelle seemed to be eased by this, perking back up. "It will be a shame for you all to leave so soon, I'm sure our mayor will have loved to meet you!" She insisted, to Captain N's slight doubt. What kind of mayor spends this much time fishing?

Just then, the spotlights dimmed and focused to the stage, specifically on a white male dog holding a tan guitar while sitting on a stool. The room quickly hushed, eagerly awaiting his song. Isabelle quickly shushed the conversation, despite there not being anyone currently talking. "It's K.K. Slider!" Isabelle eagerly whispered. A microphone was lowered from the ceiling, down to K.K. Slider, where he grabbed it and cleared his throat. "Good evening, guys and gals." He casually greeted everyone. The crowd applauded in response, and K.K. patiently waited for them to quiet back down. "It's been a real rough day, huh? Those no-good goons of K. Rool's almost came in and trashed the town." He noted glumly, but his tone raised after. "But we've got some new tight friends who protected us, and I think they deserve another round of applause." Once he was done speaking, the room erupted into more applause, with the spotlights focusing on the five in the back, Isabelle semi-awkwardly stepping out of the way. Captain N raised his hand to shield his eyes from the bright lights, but Zelda and the others adjusted to the light easier, merely turning away from the spotlights. K.K. waved them forward, and the crowd parted to allow them to walk right in front of the stage, the spotlights following them. Captain N led the group forward, followed most immediately by Zelda and Pit, with Falco and Simon in the back, who had folded up and stored away the map in one of his pockets. K.K. looked upon the group warmly yet casually, leaning back into the microphone. "Tonight's show is in the honor of our most excellent guests: vampire hunter Simon Belmont, Star Fox pilot Falco Lombardi, leader of Palutena's royal guard Pit, Princess Zelda from Hyrule and the man we've all been waiting for: Captain N! Here's to teaching those three jerks a lesson!" K.K. announced, the microphone raising back to the ceiling as he adjusted his guitar. Simon and Falco simply gave a quick nod, Pit waved his arm eagerly, Zelda offered a polite wave to the crowd and Captain N waved, still incredibly flattered. The club hushed once more as the lights refocused to the stage, the silence all the more deafening, eagerly anticipating K.K. Slider's next song. After testing a few of the strings, he began to play.

As a painter with a brush to a canvas, K.K. masterfully and intricately fingered the strings on the guitar, producing a hopeful and invigorating, yet oddly peaceful tune. Captain N closed his eyes, allowing himself to be submerged in the melody. Drifting away from his physical presence in Club LOL, his mind was taken by the song to a scene of Captain N, Falco, Zelda and Pit on the peak of a large cliff overlooking a grand valley, painted in countless, beautiful colors illuminated by the sun rising in the early morning. This imaginary valley stretched out as far as the eye could see, with towns and small settlements visible in the distance. But as far away as possibly visible was a large, imposing castle. The music swelled, K.K. intensifying the song. This raise in tone in turn raised Captain N's spirits. In this moment, he felt invincible. With his allies at his side, he felt like he could take on the world. Dracula, Bowser, King Dedede, King K. Rool and whoever else. None of them stood a chance against Captain N or those who stood beside him. He opened his eyes back up, a smile having grown on his face. Everyone else was enjoying the music, albeit quietly as to not drown out the tunes. Even Falco seemed more tranquil than usual, focusing only on the song. Each strum of the guitar spoke levels of K.K.'s immaculate mastery of the instrument. Sadly, the song, like all things, had to end, and the song concluded with the notes drifting off and becoming quieter and quieter. Once the song was over, K.K. set his guitar to the side, and was met with immense applause, which Captain N and Pit eagerly joined in on. Even Zelda seemed more eager in her congratulatory clapping, clearly impressed with K.K.'s musical talents. "That's a little something I whipped up earlier today, I'm glad you all grooved with it." K.K. said, slightly exhausted from the performance. "Let's hear it again for our heroes!" He announced, earning even more applause from the crowd. As egotistical as it made him sound, Captain N was starting to get used to getting applauded. The outpouring of attention right onto HIM specifically, for what he did earlier today with his four allies, it made him feel a level of pride he's never felt before. Falco nudged his shoulder, grinning at him. "Soak it in, buddy. You've earned it." He encouraged. Zelda and Pit nodded in agreement, while Simon remained rather nonchalant in the face of such praise.

Captain N was content to spend the rest of the night like this, drowning in praise from his good deeds, but Zelda walked closer to the stage and spoke up. "Truly, it's been a pleasure to share this evening with you all, but our journey must continue, and we will be departing early tomorrow morning." She announced to the room, and Captain N could almost feel the tone of the room drop like an anchor. For someone so distinguished, Zelda sure knew how to be a party pooper. "We can't thank you enough for your endless hospitality, and I think I speak for all of us when I say we wish we could stay here." Captain N spoke up, hoping to ease the mood. After some murmuring to each other, it seemed like everyone came to an understanding. Isabelle carefully walked up to the front to address the townspeople. "We should all be getting some sleep, tomorrow is a new day for us all." She spoke up, and soon after the club started emptying out. Not too long after, it was only K.K., Isabelle, Falco, Zelda, Simon, Captain N and Pit. "It truly is a shame that you'll be leaving so soon, but we understand your reasons." Isabelle admitted glumly. "We all hope the waves of life are smooth for you guys." K.K. added, carefully packing up his guitar. "Yeah, those butts aren't gonna kick themselves!" Pit spoke up, lightening the mood a bit. "You all will always be welcome in New Leaf Town, and I'm sure our mayor would agree!" Isabelle assured. "I'll take your word for it." Falco remarked. "We should get going, we've gotta leave early tomorrow morning." Simon informed the two. After waving goodbye, the five left Club LOL and walked back to the hotel. "You four should get to sleep, I can handle the packing myself." Simon declared. Zelda was about to protest, but relented. The ascent up the stairs was slightly more difficult this night, due to still being sore from the battle. Pit and Falco were eager to get to sleep, and disappeared into their hotel rooms first. Zelda was about to go into her room, but Captain N got her attention. "Hey, Princess?" He asked. Zelda turned to him in response. "What is it?"

"You're... you've got access to important stuff, right?"

"...I suppose so."

"Do you think that maybe... when this is all over... I feel awkward asking, but could you and Palutena and the others... figure out a way to send me back home?"

Zelda paused for a moment and looked away, mulling over how best to respond, then looked back to Captain N.

"...We'll see what we can do."

Captain N nodded slightly, hanging his head. Knowing this was the best answer he was gonna get, he responded with a soft. "Thank you, Princess." A mutual, knowing nod was shared between Captain N and Zelda before they walked into their hotel room. As soon as he rolled into bed, Captain N immediately fell asleep.

What felt like only an hour later, Captain N was woken up with a banging on his door. Looking at the clock and seeing it read 6:59, he slowly got out of bed and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before answering the door. Opening the door, he saw Simon standing right outside, holding a large bag. "We're leaving now." He bluntly stated. "Yeah, good morning." Captain N mumbled, nodding. Looking past the door, he found Falco, Pit and Zelda standing beside him. Captain N briefly looked back in his room, instinctively wanting to pack his bags, but upon remembering he had no bags, he stepped out of the room and met everyone else. "Good to see you're more on time today." Falco noted. "I'm just that eager to get going." He half-lied in response. "Well, since we're all here, let's go!" Pit declared, marching off towards the exit of the hotel. Zelda could hear Falco grumble about not being able to use his Arwing, but Zelda decided to not scold his sour attitude. Captain N groggily stumbled down the halls, managing to keep up with everyone else. Fortunately the sleep he was granted helped assuage the soreness in his body. Simon led the group, where upon reaching the front doors, a fruit basket was placed on the carpet before them. Looking around, only the receptionist was up, and the town was scarcely populated, with the sun not having fully risen yet. Simon picked up the basket and found a note reading "Here's to your continued success from all of us! -Isabelle" written in cursive. He only let out a slight "hmph" and handed it off to Captain N. He carefully took it, and looking around to the group, he could see everyone was ready to today.

Next stop: Castlevania.

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formalmess · 4 years

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For Your Entertainment ~ Chapter Eight

Summary: Luigi, Peasley, and Peach travel to Sarasaland.

Warnings: Gore, Character Death, Murder

“Thank you, again, for everything, Princess."

Peasley's tone was quiet, having lost most of his usual cheerfulness due to what had transpired over the last few days. He still managed to maintain a generally charming politeness when addressing the royal before him, facing Peach with a smile.

He had one hand on Luigi's back to comfort his worries, which hadn't ceased since they’d left Pi'illo Island.

"It's no problem at all. Anything to help my friends." Peach smiled, glancing around the lush pink interior cabin of her private jet.

Thus far, the flight had been going smoothly. There were a few jolts and bumps throughout the journey, but nothing too bombastic. The skies were clear, the bright sun peeking through the windows lining the plane’s interior. Polterpup was sleeping in a sunny spot on the open seat beside Peach, leaning up against her bag.

A toad attendant approached the three passengers, asking the trio if they wanted anything to drink, to which the three declined.

"I hate to keep making you run around like this." Peasley glanced down.

"Why, it's no trouble at all, Peasley." Peach's sweet tone remained quiet. "I don't care if we have to move you around a hundred times, so long as you two are safe. I want to help my friends, in any way I can.”

Peasley nodded, sighing as he leaned his elbows against the armrest at his side.

Luigi, who was lying against the window at his side, exhaled shakily.

He wanted to speak. He had yet to inform Peach of what had happened, and why exactly they had to move locations again. How could he just tell her that Bowser, once her almost-weekly kidnapper, was dead? He wasn’t a fearsome king anymore. He was just bits and pieces now. Just a small portion of Dimentio’s show.

Luigi shivered, curling his arms tighter around his knees, burying his face in his kneecaps.

Peasley continued to comfortingly rub at Luigi's back, sighing.

"I just hope… h-he'll give up soon. I can only imagine this might get... oh, I don't know... tiring, after awhile."

Peach had no response.

She remembered just how persistent Dimentio had been during her travels throughout Flipside and the many dimensions connected to it. He wasn't one to give up easily. When he wanted something, he would stop at nothing to get it. If he wanted a fight, he'd get one. If he wanted someone to fight for him, he'd make them.

He did things by force. And that thought terrified her.

"So..." Peasley twiddled with his thumbs anxiously upon realizing Peach had no response. "Where exactly are we headed?"

"...Do you think it's safe to talk about?"

Peasley's gaze met Luigi's, who had perked up and turned to the two blonde royals, staring through misted eyes. He nodded, shifting slightly to appear more at attention.

Peach hesitantly reached over and pulled out a letter from her bag. She unfolded it, smoothing it out and handing it over to Luigi.

"Maybe you should read this first. She wanted me to give it to you.”

“She?” Peasley raised an eyebrow.

Luigi took the letter, his heart skipping a beat as he scanned the paper and realized who had sent it, printed in semi-neat handwriting at the bottom. He could've recognized that signature anywhere.

"Daisy?"

Peach nodded.

"Daisy? As in, Princess Daisy?” Peasley shifted, moving to glance at the letter in Luigi’s hands. “We're going to Sarasaland?"

Peach nodded again, running her hands over her dress.

"Daisy and I have been in close correspondence. We’ve kept everything very secretive, just in case anything… w-went wrong.” She paused. “B-But, Daisy told me she was more than willing to let you two stay there for a few days."

"I haven't seen Princess Daisy in quite awhile... I do hope she's doing alright." Peasley leaned back.

"Well, we'll find that out soon, won't we?" Peach’s expression brightened. "Oh! I forgot to mention, but I'll be staying with you two for a few days in Sarasaland as well. I was thinking that, if perhaps the pair of you weren't the only ones in our host's company, then..."

Peach trailed off.

"Dimentio... he… he’ll know we aren’t alone… he..." Peasley paused. He didn't want to speak for Luigi, cutting himself off. "Yes. That seems logical..."

Luigi sighed, nodding.

"But Princess, if you're staying with us, then who will watch over your kingdom?"

"I left Toadsworth to handle things for awhile. He's perfectly capable. I mean... he taught me everything I know, so there’s not a doubt in my mind he’ll be able to handle it."

”I’d hate to keep you from your kingdom… but, if you say so.”

"It’s alright. A vacation is necessary every now and again.” Peach changed the subject quickly, not wanting to focus on responsibility. “H-How's the Queen? Have you received any word from her?"

"Mother? Oh, she's alright. She sent me a letter a couple of nights ago… nothing much more than good wishes and messages to stay safe.” Peasley’s expression softened before he snapped his head back up to attention, turning up to face Peach once more. “And what of Mario? Is there any news on his end?"

"Still nothing.” Peach paused. “...I just hope he's okay."

Silence surrounded the passengers.

"How long until we arrive?" Peasley inquired softly after the awkward quiet grew too much for him to bear.

"About... an hour, or so? Judging by the time it's taken so far."

Luigi kept his gaze low, not daring to look up as the conversation continued. He was afraid he’d start crying again if he met eyes with the others, and he was already exhausted as it was from the emotional fatigue.

He jolted suddenly, shifting as Peasley wrapped an arm around him.

“Luigi…? It’s gonna be okay. I promise.”

Luigi forced a smile.

But, no matter what he tried, the same thought kept invading into his mind, shattering any composure he was desperately trying to hold to.

It wasn’t going to be okay.

Yet, still, he smiled. He would force a smile for everyone, no matter how long it took.

He moved his legs and turned his back to his companions, glancing out the window once more as the plane continued onward toward their destination.

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Upon their arrival, the three exited the plane hesitantly, carrying their luggage as they went. A few Toads helped their princess with her things, despite her gentle protests and assurance that they didn’t have to.

Sarasaland was MUCH hotter than Pi’illo Island, which only left the three overdressed visitors extremely sweaty as they made it out onto the runway. The sun blazed down upon the desert region below, the Birabuto Kingdom practically a blur in the distance as they scanned the steaming horizon. The asphalt below them was sizzling.

“LUIGI!”

Luigi didn't have time to react before he was promptly swept off his feet, dropping his bags to the ground. He had the air squeezed out of him as he was lifted up into the air by a smiling figure.

“It’s so good to see you, Weegie!” Princess Daisy was laughing as she set the frazzled brunette down. She dusted him off, chuckling. “Sorry ‘bout that. It’s just been way too long.”

“I-It’s only been a few days, though…” Luigi mumbled, smiling.

“I know, I know! But, that doesn’t matter. It’s always great to see you!”

Princess Daisy looked as chipper as ever, her freckled face smiling. She wore athletic wear, tanned arms placed proudly on her hips.

”What took you guys so long? I’ve been waiting out here like, all day. Peach didn’t tell me much, ‘cause we were supposed to be keeping things on the down-low, so I was told.”

”Had to check on a few last-minute things.” Peasley explained.

”Well, took you forever... but, hey, that’s no big deal! So, listen, I know you guys just got here, and you’re probably super tired and will probably say no to this, buuuut-!” Daisy grinned. “I was thinkin’ we could play some two-on-two tennis! I’ve been wanting to play a doubles match again, and I mean… We have four players right here!”

Peasley, despite his fatigue, grinned and perked up. He set his bags down, pulling his hair up. “Challenge accepted.”

“Awesome!” Daisy’s eyes lit up. “I call dibs on having Luigi as my partner!”

Peasley scoffed, standing at Peach’s side. “You’re on.”

Daisy smiled, reaching down and heaving Luigi’s heavy suitcase up over her shoulder with little effort. She turned to him, smiling.

“C’mon! We’re losing daylight, people!”

The group quickly gathered up their things, Daisy carrying most of Luigi’s stuff at this point. Luigi, meanwhile, held onto Polterpup, walking close to Daisy. They chatted the entire way up to the castle.

Before heading off to the tennis courts, the four made their way through the savanna region outside of Birabuto Kingdom and eventually into the main square, stopping at the castle to drop off their things. They left Polterpup under the care of one of the servants.

Hastily changing into their athletic clothing, the four began their trek toward Muda Kingdom, the district that held most of the resources for sporting activities. They spent most of the day playing tennis and chattering, going to and from the cities of the Muda region.

The streets of the Muda Kingdom were lined with cobblestone, mountains along the landscape in the distance. Small baroque-style buildings lined the streets, flowers growing in nearly every inch of the small town, hanging out of windows or in shop displays.

Daisy gave brief tours of the areas they encountered, but nothing as detailed as the historical lessons Dreambert had given about Pi’illo Island. She was a lot more excitable, easily distracted by the smallest things.

The shops in town were relatively busy, various citizens rushing at the chance to assist their beloved ruler and her guests. The group shopped for hours, trying on clothes and purchasing souvenirs, trying to explore every inch of the tropical Muda region’s cities.

And, despite nobody talking about it, all of them were trying their best to get Luigi back into the swing of things. They tried to shift his focus from everything that had happened by any means.

And yet, no matter what they tried, it still looked like his mind wasn't in the best place. He looked so tired.

As the sun set in the distance, casting a warm overlay over the small town, the group of four strode toward the beach to end off their busy day.

Walking along the beach just outside a nearby seaside resort, the group approached the ocean tide along the sand, wanting nothing more than to cool off after having to endure the blazing temperatures of Sarasaland all day. They shivered momentarily as the water brushed against their feet, before running into the moving tides. The sun continued to set in the distance, casting bright rays along the shifting waves.

Luigi hung back.

Upon the others voicing their concern, he waved a hand and told them to go on without him. He said he’d come join them in a bit, a statement in which he knew he was lying to himself.

Luigi's gaze remained set forward, unmoving. He sighed as he sat down on the sand beneath him, trying to wipe at his eyes as he felt tears begin to build up.

Seeing his friends so happy, without a care in the world as they splashed water at each other and laughed… It made his chest ache. He felt like everything he touched, everything he encountered, everything he so much as gazed at, was cursed to suffer a painful end.

More than anything right now, he just wanted to be alone. Maybe, if he was alone, then Dimentio would finally just come and end his game already. It’d be better than having to watch his friends suffer. Anything would be better than that.

He exhaled, feeling tears slip down his cheeks.

"Hey, Weeg?"

Luigi jumped, glancing up as he hastily wiped at his eyes.

Daisy was staring at him, having just emerged from the water, walking across the beachside. She brushed a hand through her soaked hair, sitting down on her knees beside Luigi.

"You okay?”

”Y-Yeah, I’m fine…” Luigi felt his head start to sting, vision going hazy. He felt numb, fingers digging into the sand beneath him. “I just…”

He flinched as Daisy hugged him. He was numb for a moment, before he fell limp in her arms.

”Look, Weeg, Peach told me everything.” Daisy whispered. “I had no idea someone would be capable of that. I… I didn’t know… I thought you were just acting weird, but, I…”

She stood, reaching out a hand to help Luigi up.

”I just want to help you out, in any way I can.” Daisy said, grabbing Luigi’s hand and pulling him up to his feet. “You’re like, one of my best friends. You don’t deserve this kinda stuff happening to you.”

Luigi nodded shakily, glancing up to meet Peach and Peasley’s gaze as they too emerged from the water. They approached hesitantly, keeping their distance to leave Luigi some personal space.

”Man, what I wouldn’t give to kick that sorry jester sicko right in the face…” Daisy mumbled, gritting her teeth as her trembling hands tightened into fists.

Luigi forced out a chuckle. It was hollow and sad in nature, but still audible.

”Luigi?” Peasley’s voice sounded, concerned. “Are you feeling okay? You're starting to look rather sickly again.”

”Should we go back?” Daisy squinted at the small sliver of sunlight left over the horizon. “It’s gettin’ dark anyway.”

Luigi hugged his sides, nodding. “P-Please.”

With one arm draped around Luigi’s trembling form, Peasley led him off the beachside. The four walked in silence along the emptied streets on their way back to the Birabuto Kingdom. They walked across cooled sand, darkness shrouding over them.

When they ultimately arrived at the Birabuto castle, torches lit along the outside exterior, Daisy shoved open the doors with little hesitation. She made her presence known immediately, yelling out, only to be met with an eerie silence.

Not a guard or servant was in sight. Every hesitant footstep echoed throughout the main hall as the group entered.

”Guys! Yo! Hey, is anyone here?” She called, spinning around as she examined the halls further. She raised a hand to her chin, walking up to Peach. “Weird. There’s always at least a few guards stationed out here, usually…”

Peasley stepped forward to help the Sarasan Princess investigate, stopping when he heard Luigi cough gently. He turned his back, approaching his husband and holding his hands.

”Luigi? Are you alright?” Peasley questioned worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

Luigi nodded, skin pale and clammy, sweat dripping down his cheeks. “I’m okay… I just want to go to sleep. I’ll be okay... I-”

Luigi stopped. His pale skin turned white as his blue eyes widened in terror. Luigi stood paralyzed, horrified at the sight just behind his husband.

"Luigi? Are you alright?" Peasley turned his head to investigate the area behind him.

He squinted, scanning the area.

And that’s when he froze, feeling his chest drop out as he noticed a darkened figure standing not very far from them. They were concealed under a cover of shadow produced by a towering column at the furthest end of the main hall, but their features were still visible.

They were smiling.

A blur of purple and yellow was all that remained as the figure retreated and bolted away down another one of the castle’s hallways.

"How did he...?"

Peasley's fleeting confusion faded, now replaced with pure malice. His hands shook, body trembling. Hatred consumed his chest and heart, mind clouded with the same thought of chasing and striking down the retreating figure.

The fuming prince jumped to attention, his enraged expression unchanging as he dashed down the castle hall and out of sight.

"Peasley!" Peach called, now attentive as she and Daisy perked up from their conversation, examining the commotion.

Luigi watched Peasley run off, scrambling to follow after his husband. Daisy and Peach dashed ahead of him. The three turned a corner, calling out for Peasley and keeping an eye out for anything else suspicious lurking in the shadows.

"P-Peasley!" Luigi called, trembling as he tried to steady his uncontrollable shaking. He felt tears welling in his eyes, his heart pounding.

They froze and jumped upon hearing a loud crash and thud from around the nearest corner. Following the sound without hesitation, they were met with a single dark room, the doors having been flung open.

Luigi entered without thinking, continuing to call out for his husband. "Peasley!"

”L-Luigi…?”

Luigi gasped, eyes adjusting to the darkness as he realized Peasley was lying against the wall on the other side of the compact room. He was holding an arm over his chest, wincing slightly as Luigi approached.

”What happened?!” Luigi questioned feverishly, reaching out a shaky hand to try and assess Peasley’s injuries.

”I… I don’t k-know…” Peasley murmured, trying to focus his vision. “He… h-he… he disappeared. I don’t know how, I don't remember what happened, I don’t know… I just remember hitting the wall…”

”Peasley!” Peach cried, running up to her friend’s side. “Are you okay?”

”I’m just a little dizzy, that’s all…”

”What was that for?!” Daisy questioned, also entering the room, exasperated as she searched for her breath. She bent over, calloused hands on her knees. “You scared us all half to death!”

”I saw…”

The four flinched at the sudden sound of the doors they had just entered from slamming shut.

Click.

Daisy turned, grabbing the handles of the door and pushing and pulling against them, to which the doors refused to budge.

”Great.” She exhaled, releasing an annoyed sigh. “Guys, I think-”

”Ah, so my hapless audience finally arrives! You certainly don’t wear tardiness well…”

Freezing up, the four turned their gaze up to a screen display upon the wall, having turned on upon the doors shutting. Whirring to life, the screen blinked, revealing hazy static for a moment.

Peasley stood up, scooting back as he tried to examine the grainy video, squinting.

The static soon faded, now replaced with a clearer image.

And, greeting them upon the screen, was Dimentio. His masked face was turned upward, forming a wickedly sadistic grin. It seemed even more twisted than before.

"Good evening, one and all!” His voice rang out, much clearer in comparison to the condition of the previous tapes. His tone was the same though, as jubilant as ever. “Tonight's show was rather unprecedented, but I believe I've concocted quite the spectacle for you all to feast your eyes upon!"

”Who... Who is that?” Daisy murmured, stepping back.

”That’s…” Peach inhaled, gulping nervously. “That’s w-who I told you about.”

”That’s Dimentio?” Daisy questioned, butchering her pronunciation of the mad jester’s name. “He… doesn’t seem all that bad.”

Almost in response, Dimentio’s voice got louder, making showy motions with his hands as he faced the camera with a smile.

"Tonight, my dearest assistant and I will be putting on a show to reveal both of our skills and strengths! It will be quite the sight to behold, unveiling these skills never before seen by the public eye!" Dimentio's eyes lit up in anticipation, his grand smile only widening in excitement.

A low groan sounded from behind Dimentio, the sound crackling slightly through the jumbled audio. Dimentio turned, moving out of the way as someone shifted further back in the camera’s view.

”Where… Where am I?” The unidentifiable figure questioned, their inquiry almost lost in the garbled audio. They sounded exhausted.

”Careful, now!” Dimentio commanded from outside the view of the screen. “My teleportation skills are still rather rusty, so do forgive me if you feel a little light-headed.”

The figure stood, back straight, blinking and turning to finally stare directly at the camera.

”D-Dreambert?”

Luigi’s voice was practically a whisper. He didn’t want to believe it. This couldn’t be real.

”Ahahaha… I don’t believe you heard my introduction, so allow me to repeat myself!” Dimentio exclaimed, emerging from the shadows at the edges of the screen’s display, grabbing Dreambert up off the floor by his shoulders. He forced the panicking prince up to his feet, gesturing forward.

“Tonight, we will be putting on a show unlike any other! It will be a chance for me to show off a few tricks up my sleeve…" Dimentio pressed a finger onto Dreambert's cheek. "And for YOU to show off your skills of endurance!"

”Are you… D-Dimentio?” Dreambert sounded appalled, trying to move, only to realize his wrists were tied tightly behind his back.

”Ah, so you know me! Finally! It’s sooo nice to meet someone who can actually recognize my talents and prowess!” Dimentio gasped out. “My reputation DOES precede me, after all!”

Dimentio dropped Dreambert to the floor, walking forward. His movements were much more fluid than how he had once appeared in the first tape, practically gliding across the floor as he moved.

”But, enough introductions! Our show must begin!”

Dimentio held out a hand, faint sparks emerging from his fingertips, his black gloves reflecting the light.

”Our first trick will involve aim.” He laughed as a minuscule ball of concentrated energy appeared in his palm, almost resembling a star. “You can try and dodge this, if you’d like.”

Dreambert’s breathing became hurried, panicking and glancing around to try and locate any signs of an exit.

Dimentio only laughed, releasing the blast of energy from his palm, sending it hurtling toward the Pi’illo prince. Dreambert just barely swerved out of the way, crouching down. He winced as he realized the tips of his pillow hood were singed, the blast hitting the wall.

”Not bad!” Dimentio announced, pleased. “Just how long can you keep it up, is the question…”

He produced yet another star-like projectile in his hand, waving a finger before he flung it forward toward Dreambert.

Dreambert ducked, rolling out of the way as Dimentio continued to cackle in delight. He produced projectile after projectile, refusing to stop. He fired each of them upon the prince, who continued scrambling around to try and avoid the blasts of energy.

Dimentio knew his victim would tire of running eventually, his smile refusing to cease as he watched him run from corner to corner of the room. He didn’t mind waiting, so long as his assistant's efforts weren’t short-lived.

Why, making an effort was the least they could do!

Without warning, Dimentio raised both hands, the star-like glimmering ball of energy pulsing and sparking in his grasp. He threw it down, slamming it directly into Dreambert’s chest. Dreambert hit the wall with a crack, falling to the floor. He groaned.

”Aha! I knew you wouldn’t be able to dodge forever!” Dimentio snapped his fingers, teleporting to Dreambert’s side, a ripple appearing in the static screen.

He placed a hand under Dreambert’s chin, his cracked smile unmoving. Dreambert struggled to escape the bonds around his wrists, but to no avail.

Dreambert fought back tears, his chest aching as he felt warm blood seeping into his clothes. The burning sensation was still present from the initial hit. One of his bones felt broken, numbness overtaking his body.

”Feeling tired? We can take a quick intermission, if you’d like.” Dimentio grinned, standing up as he let Dreambert fall back to the floor. “I did want to show you something…”

Dimentio fiddled with something offscreen, snapping his fingers.

”You should feel honored, dreamy one. This isn’t all that bad, really...” Dimentio coyly spoke. “At least you weren’t blown to bits like my last show… Ah, you should’ve seen it! I’d love to show you, but we don’t have time for that. But, I can show you this!”

Dimentio crouched down beside the writhing Dreambert once more, holding out a jar full of yellow scaly skin and flesh, blood dripping down the sides of the jar.

”This was what was left of my last assistant.” He explained calmly to a horrified Dreambert, his masked expression still a smile. “Luckily, what I have in store for our program tonight won’t be nearly as brutal! I suppose I felt bad for you, in a way… you would have never been in this position, had you not been… ah, shall we say, in the wrong place at the wrong time?”

Dimentio’s smile dropped.

”But… Bowser… he was the reason my plans were thwarted…” He growled, standing as he threw the jar down to the floor, the contents spilling out as it smashed open.

”Bowser…?” Peach whispered, holding her hands up to cover her face, horrified.

Dreambert’s face turned up instinctively at the overwhelming stench of blood and rotting flesh, gagging.

”But, no matter! I do believe this intermission has gone on long enough, don’t you agree?”

Dreambert’s eyes widened, terrified.

”N-No! Wait, please, we can talk about this!” Dreambert attempted, large tears slipping down his cheeks. “I swear, I-I can give you anything you want!”

”Ahaha…”

Dimentio chuckled, lowering his face. His soft giggling soon heightened, grabbing Dreambert by his cape and forcing him up to his feet to stare into his trembling gaze. Dimentio's mismatched eyes were maddened.

“Ahahaha… AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” He raised his voice, his tone dangerous and shaky as his eyes narrowed. “YOU can’t even begin to FATHOM what I WANT!”

He slammed Dreambert’s limp and bleeding form up against the wall, laughing still as he snapped his fingers, another star-like burst of energy in his hands.

”What I want? I want to see those who wronged me BURN.”

Dimentio lifted his hand, forcing his blazing palm down onto Dreambert’s cheek, burning skin and melting off his flesh. Dreambert howled in pain, trying to kick at Dimentio to weaken his hold, but nothing happened.

“I want to see them suffer. I want to see the light of hope fade from their eyes.”

Dimentio dropped Dreambert to the floor, the pi’illo prince coughing and hiccuping on his sobs as his tears refused to cease.

”So, you’ve given up, already?”

Dreambert glanced up, trembling.

”What would your people think of you now, Prince Dreambert? Don’t you want to be a good role model to your citizens?” Dimentio’s face cracked back into a deranged smile. “What will they think when they see you like this?”

Dreambert tried to move, but fell back to the floor, crying out in pain. “No… don’t…”

”They’ll think you’re pathetic.”

Dimentio snaked his hands around Dreambert’s neck, squeezing down hard on his throat as his smile only widened. Dreambert sputtered and choked, gasping for breath and mercy. He wanted to try and pry Dimentio’s hands away, but his restricted wrists didn’t help to aid him.

His gaze went glossy, his eyes losing focus as he felt saliva trickling down his face, tears continuing to drag down his face.

He was going to die.

What he wasn’t expecting to happen next, was for Dimentio to abruptly release and drop him.

Dreambert glanced up through misty eyes as he hit the ground, hoping to the stars above that there had been a change of heart somewhere deep within the psychotic jester.

Dimentio turned on his heel away from Dreambert, waltzing over to the camera and reaching beyond it, grabbing something in his hands. He glanced down at the small object held in his fingers, a glint of metal reflecting on the camera.

”It’s time for our little show to come to a close.”

Dimentio grabbed Dreambert from behind, holding his head up. He forced him to turn and look toward the camera.

“Please…” Dreambert whined out, practically inaudible to his captor. He fidgeted, numb. “Stop…”

Dimentio raised his arm, revealing the object held in his fingers. It was a needle, filled with a dark purple liquid.

Dimentio ignored Dreambert’s soft protests, puncturing the prince's neck with a soft hum, positioning the tip of the needle on the flesh before squeezing down on it. He pushed, still humming, until the barrel of the syringe was empty.

He laughed before tossing the needle aside.

“There!” Dimentio smiled, grabbing Dreambert’s cheeks and forcing him to stare into his eyes. “Our show is complete. Do you care to take a bow, Prince Dreambert?”

“I-I just…” Dreambert whimpered, gulping down saliva as his voice nearly gave out. “I just want to go home…”

“Unfortunately, that can’t be arranged. But, I’ll tell you what...” Dimentio dropped Dreambert to the floor roughly once more, looming over him as he stood up. “That poison will start to kick in in about… let’s say, give or take, five minutes or so. So, until then, I’ll leave you completely alone! You can do whatever you’d like in your final moments. Doesn’t that sound so nice, princey?”

Dreambert released a choked sob.

“That’s what I thought. I’m just so generous, aren’t I?”

Dimentio turned to face his unseen audience, smiling.

”Thank you for tuning in, ladies and gentlemen! It has been a pleasure performing for you all once again! And please, do enjoy the finale provided by my assistant, Dreambert! It’s one to die for, I’m sure! Ahahaha! Ciao!”

Dimentio cackled maliciously before teleporting out of the vicinity, his laughter still echoing in the small, dim space even after he was gone.

And for the next five minutes, the group of horrified individuals watching were forced to witness Dreambert as he sobbed, screaming for aid. He repeatedly tried to move, but his exhaustion, wounds, and the poisonous fluid coursing through his veins only left him immobilized as he continued to screech and beg for help.

He prayed, whispering under his breath, but he knew it was no use.

He knew his attempts were hopeless, eventually falling to the ground and going silent. His face was colored a horrid purple.

”I’m… sorry… e-everyone…”

The audio cut out, the video feed turning to static as Prince Dreambert released his final breath.

The screen went black.

The doors behind the group unlocked with a click, re-opening with an achingly slow creak.

Laughter rang in their ears.

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The Evils Within - Chapter 11

The vast desert ran quickly beneath them. Mr. L sat in an oversized clown car, previously owned by Bowser. A battalion of minions follows behind, separated and sorted by rows based on species. Columns of fly guys carrying bob-ombs, followed by columns of paratroopas then paragoombas,

Originally, Mr. L's plan was to go straight to the Mushroom Kingdom after Bowser's defeat yesterday, but the rush of adrenaline he got from it made him want more. The one place he would know would satisfy his thirst for power was Sarasaland. Not only for their next time no defenses, but Sarasaland was made of not one, but four kingdoms, and all four ruled by one person to boot. This should be easy, he thought.

In the horizon, the group of kingdoms faded into view. This was when Mr. L sent out the rows of fly guys to drop bob-ombs across the cities to grab the Sarasaland princess’s attention. He grinned maniacally at the sight.

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Luigi opened his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Another nightmare. He found himself lying on the couch in the living room. On the opposite side of the room, Mario sat in a chair, reading a book.

Hearing a rustle from the couch, Mario looked up from his book. Relieved that his brother wasn't subject to be trapped in another abnormally long dreamstate, he placed the book on the arm of the chair and stood up, walking over to the couch. Luigi instinctively sat up, thinking his brother would sit with him. He did not.

“Hey bro,” Mario spoke, “Glad you're up. I talked to Peach earlier and we are very worried about you. She wants us to meet up with her so we can find out a way to help you,” He explained.

“Oh no, you got it all wrong. Like I keep saying, nothing is wrong with me,” Luigi lied, knowing full well he was only digging himself in a deeper hole.

“Luigi, you know you're lying, I know you're lying, we all know you're lying. Please, just admit that something is wrong.”

Luigi only shut up. Mario was on to him. He had no excuses, but he also has no explanation on what was going on with him.

Mario walked to the front door, before turning back to Luigi. “Come on, me and Peach want to talk to you,” he told him.

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Daisy walked outside her castle, escorted by two toad guards, to the war zone that stood outside it. It had been years since someone had tried to take over yet the kingdoms were still not prepared for such a thing.

It had always been assumed that Sarasaland had some kind of defenses, that's why no one's bothered to try and take over in ages. That and the fact it was practically in the middle of nowhere. Not many people knew Sarasaland’s exact location or the fact that it was practically defenseless. The person behind this clearly knew this, but the only people she knows that know this were close friends.

She braced to inevitably be stabbed in the back.

A figure neared the castle, presumably the one behind all this. Daisy squinted her eyes at the mystery intruder before they widened in shock. Of all people, this one person would be the last one she’d expect.

They approached the foot of the castle and greeted Daisy with a smile, “Hello, princess.”

“L-Luigi? What are- What's with the getup?“ Was her first question. Yes, she did find it odd that Luigi, of all people, would be a part of some sort of invasion, but with the strange outfit, something struck her as definitely wrong with him. “Oh, this? Just a change of attire, but that's not important,” Luigi, or rather, Mr. L, jumpsuit a light tug before shrugging.

Daisy gave him a befuddled look. “What's the meaning of this?” she asked. “I just came to stop by, say ‘hello’, and take over your kingdom, it's nothing much,” he responded quickly, glossing over his last point.

Her eyes widened in shock once more, but she laughed it off, “What? Are you serious? ‘Cause, if I'm honest, you're kind of the last person I'd ever expect a ‘takeover’ from.” She said to him. His maniacal, yet simultaneously innocent, grin was all she needed to know that he wasn't kidding. “But, if you are serious, I can't just give you my kingdoms. They've been entrusted into my hands and I'm not going to hand them out like candy.” Daisy was beginning to get agitated.

Mr. L simply shrugged, “Figured as much. I know you would never give me your kingdom if I asked. So I'm going to demand it.” Upon finishing his sentence, the two toad guards secured a grip on their weapons. They felt that something was about to go wrong.

“N-no! Luigi, what has gotten into you? I am not giving you these kingdoms!” She exclaimed, her agitation now rising to anger.

“I'm not going to fight you for this… yet... I see no reason to...” Mr. L was surprisingly calm. Usually, people who visibly anger the Sarasaland princess, back down in fear of her rage, but Mr. L showed no change in emotion. “...but, I would recommend you should start to show me some respect soon, because to me... “ He took a step closer, plucking Daisy’s crown from her head, “...you are nothing more than a peasant,” He practically spits in her face.

This absolutely pissed her off. Before her guards could do anything about this, she pushed them out of the way and right-hooked Mr. L in the face.

Mr. L stumbled backward, rubbing his now bruised cheek. He turned back to Daisy. The cheeky smile he had on his face was now replaced with an infuriated look. Sparks flew from not only his now balled-up fists but throughout his entire body. He disappointedly shook his head to her

The guards backed down. This was a next-level threat. Daisy's anger was now fear. She was immediately filled with regret.

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A Smash Kids Halloween: Pt 1

It was Halloween night. About 7:30, when all of the kids go out to get free candy, and the adults go get wasted out of their minds at the Halloween parties.

The group of Smash Kids went around to all of the hot-spots to get the rumored treasure troves of candy. They returned from each of the hot-spots to the candy horde site to drop off the candy. In about three hours, they’ve managed to hit all of the hot-spots listed on the map.Their candy pile was about the size of about 4-5 Bowser’s according to Red’s measurements.

The only thing left to do was split up and go to the waiting spots that each person wanted to go to. With that, the group split up into three, one going to the haunted house, one going to the graveyard near the dark woods, and Lucas was left with the Koopalings to guard the candy.

With Ness’ group, consisting of himself, Meggy, Villager, Pit, Red, and Toon Link in their Halloween costumes, they followed the map that would lead them to the haunted house that Richter had talked about.

“Well, this looks like the place on the map.” Ness said.

As Ness opened the door with a loud and errie creak, the group peered inside. The house was in complete shambles as it was covered in cobwebs and furniture was laying about everywhere. They stepped inside.

“At least this place looks like it could be haunted.” said Meggy.

Toon Link chuckled. “Please. I’ve seen way worse than this in a tower. Nothing in this house can scare-”

The door suddenly slammed shut. Toon Link screamed and ran down a hall in the house, holding up his dress.

The group blinked a few times in confusion and looked at Villager.

“You said it, Vill. He does run faster in a dress.” Red said.

The group made their way down the hall, looking around at the interior of the house. Even though the house looked to be abandoned, there were still some relatively nice portraits. Albeit they were a crooked.

Meggy sighed. “I thought this was a haunted house…”

“Maybe Simon already killed everthing haunted in here.” Pit said. He noticed that Red had stopped walking and was staring at a door. “Red?"

Red didn’t respond. He had the odd urge to open this door. He couldn’t understand why, but something inside of him was telling him to. He placed his hand on the doorknob and opened the door.

Behind the door Red saw a man standing in a well lit room. He turned around. He had a similar hairstyle to Red.

Red gasped. "D…..Dad?” Tears filled his eyes.

“Hey son.” Red’s father said.

Red ran to his father and hugged him. “Dad! Where were you! Mom was (sniffle) worried sick for years and lost weeks of sleep! (sobs). You NEVER came to any of my birthdays! Did you ever even love Mom?!”

“No. Way.” Meggy said. Everyone else’s jaw was wide open in confusion.

Red’s father held his head as Red cried onto his shoulder. “It’s okay, son.” He looked down at him. “I’m here.”

“A-am…..Am I the only one seeing this?” Pit asked. Villager shook his head in response. To them, Red was hugging a Halloween skeleton and getting emotional over it.

Red sobbed. “I love you, Dad.”

“I love yyyoouuuu tooooooooooo…..” Red’s father slowly started slowing down his words as his voice. Part of his body began to become a liquid substance.

Red looked up at his melting Father. “D-dad? What’s happening?”

His face was the last to melt, as his head slowly drooped down. “I lllllllloovvveeeeyyyoooouuu……ssssoooooooooo……..” Once the mouth melted into the wax like puddle, the voice stopped coming.

“Dad? Dad?!” Red grabbed at the puddle, trying to understand what was going on as tears went streamed down his face.

Pit watched Red as was grabbing at the skeleton. “Uh…Red?” He called, but wasn’t getting a response from him.

Villager then felt something hit the back of his head. Villager caught a dizzy spell and rubbed his eyes. When Villager opened his, he was back in Smashville during the Halloween event. Villager looked around, wondering where his friends were.

“Ah, Mr. Mayor.” A familiar voice called from behind him.

Villager turned around and saw Tom Nook standing behind him in King outfit. “Ah, is that a psycho killer outfit like from the camp movies? It’s simply smashing. However. I’ve noticed you’ve gone a bit too long without paying your fees.”

Villager gave a nervous glance.

“Now I don’t normally do this, but this whole pay me back charade has gone on long enough. So rather than keep you in debt, we’ve arranged a much better plan.” Tom Nook said.

Villager seemed interested. He finally had a way out of this debt That is, until Nook started chuckling that is.

“It’s ironic, really.” Tom Nook said. “You’re wearing that costume and,,,well, you’ll see in a minute.”

Villager became worried. He then heard a chainsaw whirring from behind him. He turned and saw Isabelle.

“Don’t worry, Mayor.” She said with a smile. Her eyes then became red. “This will only hurt for a bit!” She revved the chainsaw and lunged at Villager.

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Ness, Meggy, and Pit looked at current scene. Villager was running away from an unseen terror, and Red was crying over a skeleton claiming to be his father. They heard Toon Link run past them before he ran out of hearing range.

“What’s going on?” Meggy asked. As soon as she said that, a ball hit her on the head. “Ow! Huh?” She looked down and picked up the ball and examined it.

Ness looked at the ball in her hands. “What is it?”

“It looks like….some sort of nightmare orb?” She said, tilting to show him and Pit the label.

“Nightmare orbs. Hit someone with this and their greatest wish will come true, only to become a twisted hallucination.” Ness read off of the description. “That explains what happened to Vill and Red.”

“But wait, if that’s how it works, how come Meggy wasn’t affected?” Pit asked.

“It says if you don’t fear anything or have wishes, it won’t work.” Meggy asnered. Two more nightmare orbs hit Ness and Pit, though both had no affect.

Ness looked at it again. “It also says it doesn’t work on people who are too dumb to be afraid. Otherwise known as idiots.” He and Meggy both looked at Pit.

“… Huh?! I’m an idiot?” Pit shouted.

“Well, you can’t exactly read.” Ness told him.

“And one in three people could be an idiot.” Meggy added.

Pit got riled up. “That’s it! We’re finding who threw these!”

There were quick footsteps coming from behind Pit. In one swift motion he grabbed the unknown foe and flipped them over. in a blur, they dashed back into the dark.

The group chased after the enemy and wound up in an open area by the stairs, surrounded by chairs. The group looked around in case it tried to attack again. “Where the heck did it go?” Meggy asked.

The chairs began to slowly shake before levitating up and flinging themselves at the group. The trio ran into a corner to hide from the onslaught. The chairs were being thrown left and right from every direction.

They soon stopped, and Pit peeked his head from out the corner. He looked around and saw a ghost like specter staring right back at him. He then slowly moved his head back into the corner and turned to Ness and Meggy wearing a pale expression. “We should start running.”

The three ran back the way they had came. Ness noticed that Villager was running around, still inflicted with his hallucination. He ran over to him and heaved him over his shoulder and ran. “Pit! Go get Red!”

Pit nodded and burst into the room where Red was. Red was still an emotional wreck due to his hallucination. Pit grabbed him and ran with Red hanging under his shoulder.

Meggy looked back at the Ghost and fired ink shots at it. All of the shots phased right through it, however. “Ness, do something!”

Ness threw a PK Fire at the ghost, and of course, it went right through it and hit the window curtains.

“I meant use PK Flash!” Meggy shouted.

“You try using a slow to charge move at a ghost!” Ness shouted back.

Pit turned around mid-run. “Guys… it’s not chasing us any more.”

The trio stopped running and noticed that whatever was chasing them was no longer doing so.

“What…the heck…was that?!” Ness panted.

“I don’t know…but we better-” Meggy started, but was cut off by a rustling in the corner.

Some bat-like creature leapt out to attack them. But just as it leapt, Toon Link was heard screaming as he was still in a panic. The three looked up at the balcony and saw Toon jump from it. As if in slow motion, he landed on the creature, knocking it unconscious. The trio looked down at the scene with utter confusion.

—————-

The group was finally outside. Pit was slapping Red and Villager back to reality while Ness and Meggy stared down the creature that Toon Link landed on as Toon was holding him.

“Sothis little guy was responsible for causing all of that trouble?” Ness asked, pointing to Kid Dracula.

Kid Dracula looked down at the ground, unsure of what would happen now that he was caught. Ness, Meggy, and Toon all exchanged looks and started laughing, which confused him.

“Kid, that was awesome!” Ness told him. “How did you even pull that purple ghost trick?”

“I thought that this haunted house would be super boring! But Richter wasn’t lying when he said that this house would give me nightmares!” Toon added.

Meggy crouched down to Kid Dracula’s level. “You think you can do that again?”

Kid Dracula took a moment to take in everything that had happened in the past ten seconds, especially since he didn’t know what Ghost they were talking about, then nodded energetically.

Ness cheered. “Awesome! Now we just need-”

The house then combust into flames. Red and Villager, who had just regained their senses, looked up at the flames along with everyone else.

“… Oh right. The fire. Oops.” Ness quickly said. He glanced at Kid Dracula. Kid Dracula had tears in his eyes and was on the verge of crying. “Aw man.I-I’m really sorry! That ghost thing surprised me a-and I panicked!”

Toon Link then held a hand out in front of Ness. “I’ll handle it."He then crouched down to Kid Dracula. "Sorry about burning your house down.” He then moved his hair back. “But if you want, you can stay with us for the night.”

A small blush grew on Kid Dracula’s stared at Toon Link for a minute. Meggy was on the side taking pictures of the whole thing, seeing as how funny it was Kid Dracula mistook Toon for a girl in the Zelda dress.

Kid Dracula then hugged Toon Link. Toon picked him up. “And don’t worry. That mean old bonehead Ness won’t mess with you again."

"Well SORRY, Princess!” Ness shouted.

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blackhakumen · 3 years

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Mini Fanfic #840: Buck Cluck is the Worst (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

8:45 p.m. at the Smash Mansion's Living Room.......

TV Screen: (The Credits of the Chicken Little Movie starts rolling)

Hades: Well, that was a hour and a half wasted.

Sephiroth: ('Sigh') Agreed. This....just might be the worst movie I've ever seen so far. (Turns to Pichu) What do you think, son?

Pichu: (Starts Yawning While Stretching and Rubbing his Eyes) Pika Pi......

Sephiroth: (Chuckles Lightly) Yes. You're right. This was a snore fest indeed.

Ganondorf: Couldn't say it any better myself really.... It was train wreck....(Turns to Bowser) What do you think, Bow....ser?

Bowser: (Already Enraged) ........

Ganondorf: I.....take it you're not fond of this movie either, aren't you?

Bowser: No. I'm not fond with it one bit.....And it's all because of that BITCH MOTHERFUCKER NAMED BUCK!!!

Hades: Seriously? THAT'S your only problem you have with the movie? What about all the times the town's folks kept bullying that Chicken Little kid to oblivion till he managed to save them all from an alien invasion?

Ganondorf: Or the fact that most of them are just terrible to begin with?

Sephiroth: Or the fact the entirety of movie's soundtrack was subpar at be-

Bowser: Yeah yeah. I know. Everything else from the movie sucks. But Buck.....He's the motherfucking worse....

Hades: What? You're not gonna make a pun out if his name or something?

Bowser: ('Tch') Please. That bastard doesn't deserve my sense of humor.....

Ganondorf: ('Sigh') Alright. Just calm down for a second, Bowser. Tell us why exactly do you hate Buck that much?

Bowser: The answer's obvious: He's a shit father! That guy did nothing but let the whole town mess with own son and didn't even have the courage to stand up for him! Only worried about what they think than being an actual parent!

Sephiroth: Hm....Now that you mentioned it....I do find his cowardice behavior to be rather frustrating at times.

Pichu: (Nodded in Agreement) Pika Pi.

Bowser: Right!? And the only time he shows his kid actual love and care is when we won some stupid baseball game. And even THAT was short-lived once something was actually going on with town afterwards and he went back to treating him like crap!

Ganondorf: But wait. Didn't he helped Chicken Little in the later half of the movie?

Bowser: He did. But it doesn't feel like he genuinely wants to help or support him to me, he probably did all of that just so he can make himself feel better after the kid finally stood up to him. Hell, I wouldn't even be surprised if he goes back to asshole after this.

Hades: Well, the movie isn't getting a sequel anytime soon. So..... that's a plus.

Bowser: ('Sigh') Yeah. I'm happy for that.....Still hate the guy though.

Kazuya: (Shrugs) He could've been worse. He could've just throw his son off a mountain.....or volcano.....or just tied him up in a rocket ship and send him to space.....or send him to space himself by tying him up, kick to the atmosphere, and let him fall down to Earth in a meteorite fashion.

Bowser: (Eyes and Mouth Widened in Shocked, Frightened like Fashion) Y-Y-You're old man d-didn't really do all of that, did he?

Kazuya: Other than throwing me off a mountain and volcano, I can't say that he have. But he told me he was daydreaming about sending me to space to die. So there's that.

Hades: (Turns to Kazuya) Has anyone ever told you that your family is fucked up?

Kazuya: (Shrugs) Multiple times. Never bothered me in the slightest.

Ganondorf: (Rolls his Eyes) 'Course it doesn't. But anyways, I'm bored now. So......any ideas on what we should do next?

Hades: (Starts Smirking) The new club across the streets is about to start in a couple of minutes. Wanna go there?

Bowser: Hell yeah.

Ganondorf: (Shrugs) I'm down.

Kazuya: Fine with me.

Sephiroth: As long as my son gets to go, then I suppose I can tag along.

Pichu: (Happily Cheers) Pi Chu!~

Bowser: You know, I've been wondering this for while now, but have any of you seen where Ridley and Dark Samus are gone to?

Ganondorf: They went to a restaurant together.

Bowser: Together? (Eyes Widened Once He Realized What's Ganondorf is Talking About) Wait. So they're actually a THING now!?

Hades: Seems like it. Guess the vacation got 'em closer than ever.

Bowser: Probably. I mean.....Good for them, I guess? I'm just progressing this.....

Ganondorf: ('Sigh') Well, let's just hope that their relationship would last them for as long as they need to.

Hades: We're still gonna kick Ridley's ass to a plup if he tries hurting her, right?

Ganondorf: Oh absolutely.

Meanwhile at the Crimsonetté Restaurant......

Ridley: And then I told Samus "Your suit's powerful, but my name's still Ridley, BITCH!"

Dark Samus: (Giggles Softly While Wearing a Dark Blue Dress)

Ridley: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprised) Holy shit. You actually thought that was funny?

Dark Samus: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. I think you're funny. (Starts Blushing a Little) A-And handsome~

Ridley: Oh! Uhh...(Chuckles Lightly While Blushing Himself) Thanks. I think you're sex- BEAUTIFUL! I mean, beautiful! You're beautiful.....Just beautiful.

Dark Samus: (Giggles Once More) Thanks, Ridley.

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#super smash ultimate #bowser #ganondorf #hades #sephiroth #pichu #kazuya mishima #ridley #dark samus #heihachi (mentioned)#mishima bloodline (mentioned)#league of villains #chicken little #humor #ridley x dark samus

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dragonkeeper19600 · 6 years

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New Mario Movie: Plot Prediction (Part 4)

Oh, yes. This is still going.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Mario and the Toads wait a few days before putting their escape plan into action.

Not just because Mario needs a few days to recoup, not just because they want a few days of Best Behavior to lure Bowser into complacency,

But because the path he’ll need to take through the pipes is pretty treacherous.

Peach’s Castle’s water supply is fed by the moat, which is itself fed by a stream from a private lake.

The plan is for Mario to swim through the maze of pipes unto the lake and out.

None of the Toads have ever attempted this because they can't swim very well.

They have no legs.

Look at these poor freaks.

It’ll be pretty dark. There are some tanks where it’ll be shallow enough to breathe but not many.

Mario can’t afford to make a wrong turn.

Training Montage!

They spend the next several days alternating between keeping Mario in shape and pretending to be doing nothing whenever one of the Koopa Troop happens by.

Toadsworth goes over the map of the sewer system over and over again.

Meanwhile...

Luigi is also busy.

Still working on a hydroelectric generator that will work on the van.

You can tell the poor man is scared out of his wits.

He’s constantly looking over his shoulder, jumping at small sounds,

Any second expecting the people keeping his brother hostage to show up at the door.

He works long into the night

Because sleeping isn’t happening.

Keeping his hands busy so as not to go mad.

The whole time, begging to he knows not who:

Please work. Please work.

The night of the escape, Mario can’t sleep either.

“Mario, you should get some rest.”

Can’t. His heart’s too loud. It’s keeping him up.

Finally, after several agonizing hours of not falling asleep, Toadbert nudges him awake.

It’s time.

They manage to slink past the night patrol and reach the sewer area, where Mario shuts off the water.

They can only afford to keep the water off for a minute. If one of Bowser’s minions notices the water isn’t working, this trip won’t last very long.

They slide one of the pipes out of the way, and Mario climbs inside with one of those headlights on.

Very fashionable.

Mario is nervous as they roll the pipe back into place behind him.

“Remember, Master Mario,

“Stay the course.”

“We’ll keep the water off as long as possible.”

Mario climbs in. All is dark.

Hope you kids aren’t claustrophobic.

Too soon, a Koopa approaches the kitchen sink for a glass of water.

The knob squeaks and nada comes out of the faucet.

“Hey, what gives?”

The Toads see that someone in the kitchen is trying to get some water and reluctantly turn it on.

Water flows past Mario’s knees. Before long, he’s swimming.

The Koopa finally gets his glass of water.

He takes a drink and smacks his lips, frowning.

Tastes kind of... mannish?

He walks away, muttering about tap water. So far, everything’s good.

Mario keeps pace, managing to pop up for air in the tanks where several pipes branch off.

Everything is going swimmingly (Hee!) until Mario notices a bleached white something skirting out of site at the end of an elbow pipe.

Okay, you’re all alone, there’s nowhere to run, and there’s something in the pipe with you.

Don’t freak out.

Mario can’t afford to go back or even slow down.

He has no choice but to follow the thing he saw.

He reaches another tank before he’s grabbed.

The thing, as you might have guessed already, is a Blooper.

“Imma squid if you haven’t noticed!”

The Blooper grabs Mario and drags him to the bottom of the tank, trying to drown him.

Those tentacles are everywhere, binding his legs and covering his mouth. Mario can barely move.

And the Blooper’s eyes are just fixed on him, watching him squirm.

Out of desperation, Mario bites down hard on the tentacle covering his mouth.

The Blooper squeals and lets go, while also releasing a cloud of ink.

Not good.

The ink spreads to each corner of the tank. Mario’s headlight can’t break through. All around him is inky black.

Which way is out? Which way is up?

Mario frantically flails through the water, encountering wall after wall.

Agonizing, Mario kicks against the side of the tank. The Toads hear the echo.

“Is that Mario?”

“I think he’s stuck!”

“What do we do?”

The Toads are petrified. They know they might be listening to Mario drowning.

Water is stored in the tank when it’s shut off, so shutting off the water again won’t save Mario.

So, they opt for the opposite solution.

Toads stationed all throughout the castle proceed to turn on every source of water they can find.

Sinks are twisted full blast, bathtubs are filled, fountains do not so much spit water as they do vomit it.

Toadsworth flips a lever, and sprinklers spray all over the castle grounds.

The excessive demand drains the tank. Mario is deposited onto his knees at the bottom, coughing.

The Blooper flails, beached.

However, all that water is making a lot of noise. It sounds like a waterfall is pounding through the castle.

Kamek pulls the sleeping mask over his forehead.

“What is that sound?”

Before long, the water runs black. Kamek sees the sprinkler spraying the window panes with inky black rain.

“What the devil is going on?”

The Toads are caught red handed, staring at Kamek with broken-off handles in their hands.

One of the bathrooms is completely flooded. Toads are standing up to their waists in inky water.

“What do you twerps think you’re doing?”

Suddenly, Kamek’s eyes narrow.

“Where’s that plumber?”

“That plumber” is rising to his feet in the tank, looking rapidly from one pipe to another.

There are many pipes leading out of this particular tank, each one gushing water as the tank attempts to refill.

Mario takes a moment to reorient himself, remember his place.

He spots a hole higher up and decides that must be the one.

He jumps up to it, using the Blooper as a springboard.

He braces himself against the flow and powers inside.

Meanwhile, Kamek is giving a very violent, spur-of-the-moment interrogation.

“I said, WHERE IS HE?”

The Toads are terrified, stammering, “I don’t know! Have you seen him?”

“Nope, not me!”

They’re scared out of their wits, but none of them will give him up.

Kamek is beyond furious.

“You little, scheming ingrates!”

Kamek gives orders to search the castle top to bottom until they find Mario.

But, Mario isn’t in the castle.

Mario finally swims out of the pipe at the base of the castle moat, dodging Cheep Cheeps on his way to the surface.

He clambers onto the bank, exhausted.

The lights are all on in the castle above him.

He doesn’t have more than a moment to himself before he hears somebody shout.

“Over here! I see a light!”

Cazzo! Mario forgot about his headlight, blaring into the night like a landing signal. Right here!

Mario throws the light off his head without turning it off and ducks back into the moat.

The person who shouted, a Paratroopa, sees the light discarded on the ground and the ripple in the moat.

“Guys! I think he’s in the moat!”

The Paratroops retreats into his shell and dives in after him.

The shell, spinning through the water, is soon joined by several others. Mario turns to see several hard, fast turtle shells coming right at him.

He manages to dive below one, but a second slams into him. It’s like being grazed by a torpedo.

Reeling, Mario nonetheless manages to grab onto a third as it spins below him.

The Koopa spins onto the bank, dragging Mario behind him.

Mario kicks away the Koopa shell. It spins away, its owner yelling helplessly.

On land, Mario doesn’t have to worry about Koopa barreling at him from all directions.

But that doesn’t mean he’s out of the woods yet.

Mario hears a distant barking. It’s a sound every gamer recognizes.

He turns to see Richard, the Chain Chomp. A Walker Guy is holding the end of his chain.

Now, for those of you who have never played Mario and Luigi: Dream Team, a Walker Guy walking a Chain Chomp is less like a man walking a dog and more like a kid failing the rodeo.

The Walker Guy is thrown around, yanked off his feet, and dragged, facedown, through the dirt as the Chain Chomp merrily launches itself at its target.

That’s basically the deal here, too. The Walker Guy is being whipped too and fro like he’s on the pain end of a skating chain.

Richard is barreling right towards Mario. The ground rumbles with every bounce.

Mario sprints, relying on pure adrenaline.

But, Richard is faster. The outline of the Chain Chomp soon dwarfs Mario, those white teeth glinting in the starlight...

At the last second, Mario rolls to the side, out of the way. Richard barrels past him.

The chain snakes past before the Walker Guy passes into view. Mario throws himself at him and holds him tight.

“Hey! What do you think you’re-?”

The Walker Guy doesn’t finish. A shadow is looming over them. The Walker Guy and Mario look up to see Richard snarling down at the pair of them. His target is right in front of him. It doesn’t matter that his keeper is in the way. Chain Chomps are opportunistic like that.

The Walker Guy frantically kicks at Mario. “Get off! Get away!”

Mario waits until Richard has lunged to get off, but at that point, it’s too late for the Chain Chomp to change its trajectory. The Walker Guy is buried under two tons of metal and mouth.

He’s twitching slightly as Richard rolls off him. The end of the chain has been thrown loose by the impact. Mario grabs it.

Maybe that wasn’t the best idea.

Richard spins frantically after Mario, but the end of his chain always whips just out of his reach, like a dog chasing his tail.

Mario hangs on for dear life.

The g-force is killer.

Finally, Richard gives up and bounds away from the castle, worked up and directionless, dragging Mario behind him.

The Walker Guy watches, stunned, as Mario, and his charge, disappear into the distance.

One thought escapes the mouth behind his mask:

“I am so fired.”

Kamek is livid.

He has all the Toads lined up in front of him in the throne room. The entire castle staff.

“How long have you been planning this?”

Everyone is looking at the floor.

“TELL ME!”

No one moves a muscle. Kamek throws the Toadsworth’s map of the sewer system on the floor in front of them.

“Did you really think we’d never find out about this?

“Did you think you could just do WHATEVER YOU WANT?

“Lord Bowser has been soft on you up until now, but if he were awake-!”

“If I were awake what?”

Kamek jumps his entire height. Bowser is not yet fully awake, but Kamek is terrified. Despite his threats, he was kind of hoping he could have all this resolved before Bowser found out.

“Kamek, what’s going on?”

He finally notices the Toads. Many of them are still soaking wet.

“Geez, don’t these things know how to clean up after themselves?

“Why are they all here?

“And who said you could sit in the throne?”

Kamek stammers.

“Well, uh, you see, sir, the thing is, um...”

But Toadette is the one whose voice rings clear. “Mario escaped!”

Bowser looks. Toadette glares up at him, defiant.

Bowser blinks, utterly confused. “Mario? My plumber?”

Toadette nods. “That’s right. He’s gone! And you’ll never find him!”

Bowser doesn’t take long to switch from incredulity to white-hot rage.

“YOU LET MY PLUMBER ESCAPE!? What were you, asleep!?”

The other minions present cower. Kamek manages to stammer out a nervous, “Well, technically yes, and so were you...”

“This is UNBELIEVABLE. What kind of wizard can’t even catch one little plumber?”

Bowser is terrifying. The size, the power, the glistening sharpness of those scales,

And yet, there’s something heartening about seeing him so enraged.

It’s undeniable proof of their success.

This is why Toadsworth and Toadette smile, though they know that things will only get harder from here.

Bowser sees Toadette smirking and grabs her.

“So, you think he’s home free, huh? You got lucky once! Don’t forget that!”

He tosses her to the ground and gives orders.

Station patrols at every train station and road to the Metro Kingdom.

He’s confident they’ll find Mario, for he knows to whom he’ll return.

And speaking of which,

Perhaps it’s time they finally paid a visit to the other Mario brother...

To be continued...

#mario #super mario bros #movie #prediction #toadette #bowser #kamek #toadsworth #luigi #chain chomp #koopa #walker guy #fan fiction

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arcticficialbanana · 6 years

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I guess I’ll learn for myself, P5

Title: I guess I’ll learn for myself; Chapter 5: Getting to know the Bunker Chapter 4, Chapter 3 , Chapter 2, Chapter 1

Pairing: Jack x Reader

Word Count: 5,800

Warnings: Angst, some Fluff, some swearing, a moment of teasing, a moment of Sam’s water drizzled chest.

A/N: [As usual, thank you @snxffles and @dloves1direction @jadepc @paw-paw-living @felloutofhell @whatthehellisacastiel @mysteriouslydeliciouswerewolf @not-a-comedian @not-a-glad-gladiator you are all wonderful.] Sam and Dean convince everybody it’s not safe to leave you behind anymore, after being attacked a second time in the same town. While you realize Jack is unusual and important, you aren’t completely filled in on the world of the Supernatural.

Your name: submit What is this?

You close your eyes gravely as you press your face into Luke’s shoulder. His arms are wrapped around you like they have never been before - such a sense of urgency, such a heavy hearted expression of love. You inhale the scent of his denim jacket; it smells like french fries and pancake syrup and bar soap. A unique mixture of smells that you are sure to miss and think often about. You clutch the cold, rough denim in your hand, exhaling a shaky rattling breath. Luke places his hand on the back of your head in an attempt to calm you down and let you know he is there for you, but that only spreads the shakes around your body.

You’ve never had anybody in your life that was your own. You haven’t had a mother, or a sibling, not even a friend. Even within the orphanage all of the children moved around; adoption, transfers, death. Luke and Rebecca were the first people that were your constant. You can’t imagine knowing another person in the world as long as you’ve known Luke. The time before him was so lonely and unstable and directionless, you’re scared of what is to come without him again. Luke is not only a person to you - he is a symbol of a normal human life filled with safety and security and connection. Isn’t that exactly what you are giving up by going with Jack?

But Jack... Jack is... Jack is something else altogether. Jack is so new and he makes you remember what a strange world it is that surrounds you. Life is not about passing through day to day the way it is with Luke, it’s about living every bit and questioning every aspect instead of brushing it away. Jack could be to you what Rebecca was to Luke. Jack’s not just a guy, he’s not just the gorgeous stranger you were stunned by when he asked about your music. Jack is so connected with you. If you were a magnet and every shitty person out there that tried to take advantage of you was a piece of metal, it’s like Jack is another magnet - made just for you. Trying to pull apart doesn’t change your polarity. Although the future is uncertain, you still want to drink in every possibility with Jack. You want the freedom and excitement that he has to spread to you.

Although the grumpy Dean has been very silent you can feel his eyes bearing into you as you draw out your goodbye with Luke.

You give him one of the tightest hugs your arms could manage and earn an “Oof” from him, making you giggle and inhale a deep cold breath. You wipe your face as you pull away and feel full of new air, fresh and clean.

“This isn’t the last time you’ll see me, Y/N.” Luke puts a hand on your shoulder, trying to keep you grounded to him. “I know.” you smile and nod your head to keep from swelling up with emotion again. He sees the sincerity in your eyes and can’t help but pull you in to one last quick caress, something you haven’t done so much in the entire time you’ve known one another. He gives you two very hard pats on the back, like he is trying to permanently leave his mark on you. He pushes you away and puts his hands in his pockets, “Go, kick ass, show me all you’ve learned when we catch up.”

You give him a thumbs up and notice he is looking over your shoulder now, with a thoughtful nod. You turn to go toward the car and notice everybody watching carefully. You’re not sure who Luke was communicating with; Sam for being the trustworthy adult he can count on, Dean for giving them time to say goodbye, or Jack for protecting you.

You get into the shiny dark ‘67 Impala and everyone else sits down and closes their doors. Jack slides in next to you and leans over you to grab the seat belt. He buckles you in and then reaches to secure himself. Sam makes a small wave at Luke as we pass, and you turn your body toward the back windshield to keep an eye on him as you drive away. As soon as the car makes the turn out of view you sit toward the front and think you catch Dean’s eye glancing back in the rearview. Immediately the car speeds off and you wonder if Dean was going particularly slowly for you. Maybe he’s not such a bad guy after all.

“Alright, now all that nonsense is over let’s get to the Bunker. We’ve got work to do.” Dean’s serious face stays on the road. Sam rolls his eyes and turns over his shoulder to mouth ‘ignore him’. The car jerks slightly to the left, making Sam hit the side of his face on the window.

You try not to giggle, making a mental note to ask Jack later if he ever feels like Sam is his Mom and Dean is his Dad. Jack gives you a curious look with a tilt of his head. You lean in to him, putting the side of your head on his open shoulder and tucking your arms around his body.

“NO funny business in the back.” Dean warns with a protective tone.

Protective of the Impala, you guess - since he has no reason to protect Jack from you, and he hasn’t shown the affection to care about protecting you either.

As the miles roll by you watch Sam wave his hands in front of himself, hitting the computer in his lap a couple of times as he explains theories to Dean. You watch Dean in the rearview rocking out to heavy hair metal bands of the 70′s and 80′s. You look up at the sky from your sloping angle against Jack’s chest, watching tree branches criss cross and birds fly under fluffy clouds. Eventually you see street lamps flicker on and the flashing of bulbs as they come in and out of your view. Jack has his arm around your shoulders, keeping you securely in place. It helps as you feel your body loosen and the strength holding you upright fades away. Eventually his other hand is brushing just under your jawline. You feel tingles run through you, but you drift off as he brings his hand up to gently rub your cheek. The music is lower and the rumbling of the car rocks you to sleep like a baby cradled in a mother’s arms.

“Oh when you meant bunker, you really meant bunker.�� You stand in front a round arched cement face with a door in the middle.

Dean grabs bags out of the trunk of the impala and rolls his eyes, “What did you expect? Bowser’s Castle?” He walks around the other side of the Impala and Sam walks up to you and places a hand on your shoulder to keep you from following Dean. “So, you want the ten-cent tour of the place?” Sam asks, and you look from the Impala to the door, feeling troublesome. “Or would you rather explore on your own?” Sam suggests, but you quickly shake your head, “I just don’t want to get in your way.” “Well, I’m not saying that you’re our responsibility now,” Sam gives you a mixed smile, “But you are our business. So you’re not in the way.”

“You’re in the way.” Dean speaks up behind you, sounding very annoyed and waiting for you to move so that he could open the door you were standing beside.

You stumble out of Dean’s way and nearly trip over a pile of lumpy soil. Arms wrap around your shoulders from behind you and hold you up securely. Jack’s breath brushes your ear and your head whirls, making you grab his wrists for stability and close your eyes. You take a deep breath and flutter your eyes open, feeling safe and calm again in Jack’s embrace. After a moment of basking you unwrap his arms from your torso and spin around to face him, “Show me around?” your worried expression is answered with a silent nod from Jack. Sam puts his hands in his pockets, feeling blown off, but when you glance over he just gives you an understanding nod. You frown when he purses his lips and you announce, “Thanks, Sam. I appreciate everything you’re doing. All of you.” You peek over at the Impala and a gruff Dean gets behind the wheel and scoffs as he shuts the car door. Without bothering to look at the group he pulls the car into reverse and rolls away. Sam reads your concern and shrugs, “He’s going to park in the garage.”

“Oh, there is a garage?” You raise an eyebrow as Sam walks past, into the bunker. “I’ll show you everything.” Jack pipes up and starts walking toward the bunker door as well. You look around the hidden woodsy area once more, kick a well smoothed rock at a tree, and follow the guys inside.

“Woah.” you breath, "It’s very...” you walk up to the railing and observe the room below; filled with old school technology and decor. Nobody seemed to be listening, but Jack’s face suddenly pops up behind your shoulder, looking down at the room as well, “Very what?” he asks. You shriek in surprise, thinking he’d already walked down the stairs, but after clutching your heart and taking a deep inhale you finish, “Art Deco.” Jack tilts his head before looking down at the tiled walls and many windows around the room. He turns back to you with a tiny furrow in his brow and you can’t help but smile at his childish confusion, “It’s very Art Deco. Like the...20′s, 30′s. Gatsby?” you offer up, but the wrinkle in his forehead only deepens. “Is this another music?” he purses his lips in concentration, attempting to recall if the names sound like anything you’ve mentioned before.

“Um...” Sam voices from downstairs, “None of that is anything he would know about.” he shouts up to the rail.

You and Jack exchange unsure glances and shrug it off, “Come on, there’s more.” Jack says excitedly, awaiting your full breakdown of his current home. “Okay..” you whisper, still in awe of the grandeur of what you expected to be a cement and tin underground bomb shelter. Jack springs down the steps and you follow, watching your feet among the grated metal stairs. As you descended, you noted symbols engraved into the stone atop the walls. You get to the bottom and notice the floor tiles have markings similar to your tattoo. You walk up to the large, backlit table with the design of a world map and you pick up one of the metal compasses scattered on it’s face.

“It’s our War table.” Dean says, leaning against the frame atop the 3 large stone steps leading into the next room.

You promptly put the instrument down and reply, “What?” in a serious tone. Dean cackles as he walks away and you roll your eyes, figuring he’ll probably be messing with you a lot these first few days. You walk over to the wall map where Jack is standing and follow his line of sight to a marker on a city. “That’s where you lived?” Jack points to the map and you lean in closer, “Yup. Good ol’ home.” you stare at the dot and wonder what Luke is up to right now. Probably scraping grease and burnt chary flakes off the stovetop. You release a breath with a smile on your face and look down at the contents of the table against the wall. Files, an ancient desk lamp, a large wood and metal stamp perhaps...and is that a radio? Or a very old clock? You ran your finger along the top of the cold black surface, and touched some of the knobs. You chortled as you saw what you could only assume was a long outdated fax machine. Just above there was some huge metal contraption on the wall. You imagined that maybe it was a phone, based on the handle with an ear and mouth piece attached to the side. But there were about 10 too many switches on the front above the number dial. You ran your hand over the finger holes as you walked past it to the other side of the room.

There... up against the wall.. was something out of a time travel movie to the early 1900s. It looked like a nuclear power plant switchboard, with large square buttons lit up in red, green, and yellow. There were pressure dials and mounted lamps, and it’s body looked like a super computer from a science fiction movie. “Dean told me not to touch those.” Jack commented next to you, recognizing the look of wonder on your face. “Hmm.” you acknowledged as you moved your sights to the boxy speaker on the wall and some sign with chalk writing, titled “Bulletins and Reports”, with times neatly printed on the right hand column. Everything in the room was black and white with dim yellow lighting glowing throughout.

“There’s more than just the front room.” Dean grumbles faintly out of sight, but the large ceilings carry his voice over to you.

“YEAH, AND THE ROOM ECHOS.” you shout back at this disembodied voice.

“Echo.” Jack says loudly and smiles as his voice reflects back at him.

“Did you just...” you started to say, when you were distracted by a whir to the side of you. The wall behind you could have been anything from a ginormous tape recorder to an over simplified gas meter. Whatever the hell it was scared the crap out of you and made you jump two feet in the air.

“It does that sometimes.” Jack says

You wait for your heart to stop pounding and make your way to the stone steps. When you see the library you run up to the closest book shelf in a mad frenzy. “So many books!” you exclaim.

You hum the titles of each book as you run your finger across the spines scrupulously. Slowing down to scrutinize each title you turn to Jack in disappointment, “There’s no fiction?”

Jack was clearly straining to come up with an answer, so you explain, “This is all reference and historic research studies.” You sulk to another book case, searching for a different subject matter, “I like to read light hearted fiction... or complicated novels... things that are,” you dropped your shoulders, “Interesting. Impossible in this world. Something I can escape to!”

Jack bobs his head as you enlighten him on fascinating plots of science fiction and fantasy series. You sit in one of the leather chairs in the corner and cross your legs, wondering if this new life means you have to stay in the bunker at all times.

“Do you ever go out?” you eye Jack inquiringly, but when he looks at the ceiling in deep concentration you venture that he doesn’t understand the question.

“Outside? Do you get to leave the bunker?” you expand your thought, “From what I gathered, when you had to leave it was a special circumstance?”

“It was. We were attacked here and the Winchesters thought I would be safest if I disappeared.” He looks at his dirty shoes and kicks at the floor, making the wood squeak.

“I think they were secretly trying to get me away because I’m useless and uncontrollable.” His sad puppy face tweaks your heart, but you can’t get past what he said about being attacked.

“Here? In the bunker? I thought this was a safe place?” you gulp and uncross your legs, feeling wretched about blowing off his deep and person concerns. You’ll circle back to that, but the imminent danger was more pressing.

“It’s warded,” Jack points to the stones in the archways with symbols carved in practical designs, “There are hidden sigils and devil’s traps.” Jack points above a bookcase, centered over your chair.

Your eyes lift from Jack’s hand to the ceiling above, looking a the complex foreboding trap with alarm. You promptly get up and walk over to Jack, feeling eerie sitting beneath something called a devil’s trap.

“So what are these, ancient holy Scimitars?” you point to a stack of displayed swords on a short shelf and Jack shrugs before bending over the swords to inspect their design.

You walk along the room and discover fancy hand axes on display and iron helmets, possibly from the Roman era. As fascinated as you are by the many important looking trinkets carefully exhibited around the room, you still feel worry for the safety of the bunker. You plant yourself down at a table and splay your arms across the surface.

Jack walks up to the table and sits next to you, placing a hand on the back of your head, which was drooping over the table, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You raise your head and peer at him, lamenting in his touch, still worried for your future freedom. Jack frowns and inclines his head closer to you, “I don’t understand what you’re feeling.”

“Isn’t it miserable being stuck underground all of the time?” you gripe.

“Well, I haven’t been here that long, but we go on hunts, so we aren’t always under the ground. Although I just learned that ghouls dig tunnels under the earth.” You’re not sure if his statement is meant to rally your spirits or if he is just thinking out loud.

You move your wrist when you notice a groove in the wood, “M-0-3-Squiggle?” You trace the scratches with your fingers, “Is this a demonic thing?”

Jack wiggles in his seat, putting a hand over his mouth, but you could tell by his eyes that he was smiling broadly. You raise an eyebrow at him, keen on understanding what is getting him giddy.

“Come here,” he pulls your shoulders closer to him, swiveling you around the table, “It’s the Winchesters.” He points at the letters right side up; S-W and D-W.

“Oh.” you felt silly for not realizing the logical answer immediately, but in this upside-down world it’s hard for you to tell anymore.

Luckily, it was Jack, so you weren’t too embarrassed, just glad that his arms were around you. His smile turned warm and his face relaxed, but you could feel his pulse beating hard through his chest. You tuck your head between his chin and his chest, pining for his heartbeat.

“You’re cold.” Jack noticed, throwing his arms around your back to gather you closer to him.

“Yeah, it’s chilly here.” Just in time to support your claim you feel a shiver run from your neck down your back.

Jack protectively squeezes you tighter to him, and just as you are about to make a comment about not breathing he releases you. He lifts your head up with his palms and presses his forehead to yours. Just then you realize you are having a harder time breathing than when he was squeezing you.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You stutter with a flush of heat to your face. You stare at his lips, close and blurry, feeling lost and whirly.

Jack feels your cheek with the back of his hand, brushing his knuckles from your ear along your jawline, and underneath your chin. You can see his lips are slightly parted and you skin tingles with his featherlike touch. Before you realize that your voice is escaping your lips you moan gingerly.

Steam practically expels from your ears as you lean back and clasp a hand over your mouth in embarrassment.

Jack twists his lips in a satisfied smile. That smug bastard! You think to yourself as you cover your face with your other hand.

“I remember when you were touching me before, with every part of your skin that touched mine, that part burned with heat.” Jack remarked.

You peeked at him through two fingers, wondering if he is making fun of you right now.

“Are you still cold?” he asks innocently.

You pause for a moment before releasing your hands, revealing a look of puzzlement on your face. He was trying to warm you up??

“Err... I think it has more to do with the fact that I haven’t really eaten all day.” You place a hand on your belly, which does seem to feel rumbly. Now you’re starting to feel nauseous from the empty stomach mixed with excited nerves.

Jack hums as he stands up and shrugs off his outer jacket, “Come on,” he smiles and places the jacket over your shoulders. You pinch the hems of either side of the zipper, crossing your wrists to pull the jacket closer into you. It is a light jacket, so not much warmth, other than the residual heat from Jack-which feels very pleasant.

You subtly sniff the shoulder and tingles go through you as you revel in his essence. Without his jacket his slight figure is revealed, making your blood pump hot through your veins. You wouldn’t necessarily call it a fragile body, because there was a definite strength to his rippled arms and muscles. However, he was nothing like the two Winchester brothers. They were gargantuans among men; tall, bulky physiques, and veins practically bulging from every part of their bodies. Everything about Jack’s image cried out sweetness and innocence. Large bright eyes, smooth skin, long arms punctuated by long fingers, soft skin, gently pouting lips... “...out for the table-” Jack’s voice reaches the outer corners of your mind. You shake your thoughts out of your head and start to ask Jack what he was saying when you feel a sharp pain in your thigh.

“oooff.” You rub your thigh vigorously as you inspect the offender of the attack.

“You didn’t see the table right in front of you?” Jack tries to hold a smile back, probably for the first time ever.

“Sam says there are a lot of things you don’t know about. I’m guessing I can’t explain to you what just happened yet.” You side glance, avoiding his perfectly pouting lips.

You decide to walk off your brutal injury and follow Jack when something catches your eye, “What’s that?” you ask pointing into the next room, “Is that a telescope?”

Jack looks over his shoulder and nods, “It looks at the ceiling.” He says in a nonchalant manner and continues on through the next hall.

You are resisting the urge to question that further, but Jack is already walking steadily ahead so you skip up next to him. Jack turns to you and smiles like he has a good plan up ahead.

He waves his hand in front of a door marked “23″ and you look at the distinct symbol before peering through the doorway.

“How... industrial.” You remark after observing the large steel metal appliances. It’s clean, but also fairly outdated. Large pots and cast iron skillets line the top of the oversized stove, while a nearby cart was stacked with mixed items of both modern and mid-century influence. You smirked at a particularly strange sight of an old-school beverage dispenser with a spigot next to a low grade Mr. Coffee.

“This is where Sam makes the food.” Jack says, bouncing on the balls of his feet. His smile shines with pride and you can’t help but feel strange; nobody has ever been so eager to care for you and make you happy. You feel elated, but also on some level a tiny bit uncomfortable.

The wall of white metal panels with handles seems to resemble a refrigerator of some kind. You walk over to one of the panels and pull on the handle to find four bare shelves. You open a couple of other doors and find one of them has a smattering of take-out containers and beer bottles.

You turn to Jack and his excitement fizzles as he sees your pout. His shoulders drop and he comes up to the open door to inspect for himself. He picks up a container labeled ‘Cream’ and opens it only to immediately turn his face away and scrunch his nose with a sharp exhale.

“Is it supposed to smell like that?” Jack asks with narrowed eyes, making your pout turn up to a knowing smile.

“I’m guessing not.” You chuckle and look at the couple of remaining contents of the shelves. A bottle of mayonnaise, mustard, a carton with one egg remaining, something that might be a burrito wrapped in tin foil, and a paper bag you’re reluctant to open after Jack’s experience.

You sigh as you close the door, wondering if you can make one deviled egg with the mayo and mustard. That is, if the egg is not from the same shopping trip as the spoiled cream.

“Don’t worry, let’s find Sam.” Jack says with eyebrows high and knitted together.

“Sure.” you smile up at him and nod positively, letting Jack know he has your faith.

You lace your fingers through Jack’s, feeling as his muscles relax in your touch. Jack leads you to the hall. He stops to knock on the wall to the side of an open doorway. You peek over his shoulder and see the corner of the door that reads ‘21′. Further back you see a desk, table lamp, and the edge of a bed in front of a brick wall.

“Hey, everything alright?” Sam’s voice approaches the doorway.

You blink a couple of times as you decide what to make of the sight before you. While Sam is wearing pants, his hair is dripping water onto his chest which rolls down the grooves of his muscles down his stomach. You attempt to take a breath in naturally, but it rasps in your throat as you turn away to casually look at the design on a tile down the hall.

Sam takes the towel from his shoulders and wipes up the glistening of his abs, “Oh geez, I think we’re going to keep in mind we have a ...woman here.” Sam remarks.

You pretend you didn’t hear his comment, but he uses the towel as a censor in front of his body as he talks to Jack.

“I don’t think we have any food.” Jack tugs on his ear lightly, something that he must have noticed is a nervous habit of yours.

“Right, I was going out to get some groceries-” Sam nods.

“Can I come?” Jack straightens up and leans in toward Sam.

“Yeah,” Sam raises an eyebrow in amusement, “of course.” He places the towel on his head to catch the droplets of clean water, “I’ll just meet you by the stairs, ‘kay?” Sam steps back and puts a hand on the door to half close it.

You release the breath pent up inside of you and place your hands on your thighs as you hunch over in relief. No man should be that gorgeous, it’s just not natural. You think to yourself as Jack crouches down beneath you, “Are you okay?”

You snap upright and wave a hand in front of Jack, “Yeah, I’m fine-” You start to deflect, then you pause at a thought, “Do you... have a room too?”

“Yep, that’s the one.” Jack stands up as he points to the room behind you, labeled ‘22′.

As you spin around to look at the room, you see Dean at the end of the hall walking up to a door in sweats. He sees you and Jack and shouts, “Stay away from this side of the hall. Especially room 15.” he says as he slams the door behind him.

A shudder runs down your spine and you turn to Jack with your lips pulled down over your teeth. Jack shrugs, “I guess you’ll need to pick a room. You can look around some more while I’m gone.”

You explore around the common areas, careful to stay away from Dean’s forbidden ‘west wing’. You’re up on the terrace above the war room, inspecting the architectural beauty from this point of view. You see some sort of blueprint on the wall above the armchairs and decide to stare at it for a while from the leathery seat.

You put your feet up on the chair across the table as you run a finger along the leather arm. You draw circles with one hand on your thigh hypnotically as you get lost in thought.

Living on your own you’ve never felt worthy of anybody’s attention like this before. It’s quite an unusual sensation to have someone dote over you all of the time. You enjoyed every moment of getting to know Jack, but it feels different now that he isn’t a stranger.

You feel at peace in his presence, it’s a sensation like you are home. The moments when you’re together and quiet in one another’s arms you forget that there was a time when you were alone. On the other hand, when every move you make is misinterpreted as needing something fixed, it can get tiresome. Sure, Jack is learning, but you don’t need a band-aid when you bump your knuckles against a table...it is a bit overkill.

Somewhere a pipe whirs and rattles with steam or water, rousing you from your thoughts. You put your feet down and inspect the board on the table. It’s backgammon on one side and you guess chess on the other side, since there are pawn pieces along the edge of the table.

You fiddle with a pawn until you hear the door swing open behind you.

“Oh, you’re here!” Jack rushes up to you happily and you lift your head to look up above the chair where he shines at you excitedly.

“Sam will make dinner soon, but I got this for you.” Jack drops a stack in your lap and you look down at the pile.

You pick up the box on top and smile to yourself as tingles rush up your neck, “You got me tea?” you say quietly, fighting a full on cheesy grin.

“Every time we came to your apartment you made tea. You really like tea, yeah?”

You inhale the scent of the box and giggle, “Yes, I really like tea.”

Beneath the tea was a book with colorful illustrations of a girl surrounded by animals, “Alice in Wonderland?” you say in astonishment.

“You were pretty upset that there weren’t any fiction books so I asked what fiction book you might like. Have you read it?” Jack tightly grips the back of the chair.

“A few times actually!” You say and when you see Jack’s face drop you quickly reassure him, “It’s one of my favorites!” you beam at him and instantly he perks up.

“Sam said it was appropriate for you right now.” Jack says, unsure of Sam’s meaning. You nod knowingly as you grasp the final object.

“I wanted to make sure you don’t get cold anymore.” Jack takes the blanket out of your hands and wraps you up like a red plaid burrito.

“Thank you, Jack.” you say, confirming that he did good for you.

Over dinner the guys sat around the table in a concentrated silence. Since you’re not sure if this is the same atmosphere as their normal dinners you quietly sip your tea. You lean into Jack and he places one of his hands around your back, gripping your waist.

Warmth spreads around you where his arm wraps your back. His body heats you enough that the blanket in your lap begins to feel too hot. Snapping you out of your reverie, Dean clangs his fork onto his plate.

“Do you think this is one of Crowley’s minions?” Dean directs at Sam, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“They’re too small time.” Sam shakes his head, “They know they can’t handle someone of ...Jack’s caliber on their own.” Sam folds his napkin over and over again.

“Besides, the demon blade didn’t kill them.” Sam scratches his forehead before running the hand through his hair.

“Could be angels?” Dean waves his dirty fork in the air indecisively.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen them disintegrate in black smoke before.” Sam shakes his head.

“Right, they weren’t uptight enough.” Dean punctuates his statement with a sip from his beer bottle.

There is a moment of silence while the guys think and you absorb the information presented before you. Demons. Like they said at the apartment. That woman was a demon? Or an angel? Well they did say it probably wasn’t an angel, but why would an angel try to hurt you? It does only seem natural that if there are demons there would be angels, but shouldn’t they balance one another out? What could demons or angels want with Jack?

“What about Abaddon?” Sam leans back in his chair and throws his arms up in the air.

Dean trails a thumb across his neck in a deadly gesture, “No way, long gone.” he states.

“No, I mean, what if it’s another Knight of Hell?” Sam corrects.

Knight of Hell?

“I thought Abaddon was the last one?” Dean narrows his eyes, questioning the memory of what he thinks he knows.

“Who knows? Did we know there were Knights of Hell before Abaddon? Did we know there was a darkness before Amara? Did we know there were Angels before Cas?” Sam groans and Dean sits silently as he ponders the options.

Darkness?

“So where should we start looking?” Sam asks in exasperation.

Dean works his jaw, at a loss for the remainder of the night.

“We can’t keep putting this off - they came in once, they can get in again.” Sam warns and Dean lifts his chin to the ceiling.

You wait a couple of minutes and gather the courage to speak up before everybody gets up from the table, “I’m not sure if I can add anything useful, but maybe I could help you look for what you need...” you take a gulp as Dean brings his head down to look at you and Sam watches you with a twisted mouth.

“...Maybe if I know what’s up with Jack I can figure out why someone...or something is chasing after him?” you conclude.

Jack tilts his head at the Winchesters and the brothers exchange frozen glances.

“That’s right,” Dean rocks from side to side, “I forgot you don’t know.” he turns away, signaling for Sam to take the ball.

Sam scratches from his chin down his neck and clears his throat uncomfortably.

“I’m a Nephilim.” Jack turns his body to you, in time to see your eyes widen and mouth drop open.

Sam clarifies, “He’s the son of Lucifer.”

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Nate and Dave Ch. 6

I walked down the street with Dave.

The poor guy wanted to go home again, and I was happy to comply with that. This was definitely a weird thing to do.

Mostly because he was leashed, and he was a full wolf.

He looked like a brown and yellow German shepherd, but bigger than normally. I could pass him off as a big dog I was being paid to take for a walk, and wolf Dave seemed really educated and nice to be with.

…Because he was the same guy I was making out with like half an hour ago. I wondered if he retained his mind and his ability to think when in full wolf form. He couldn’t speak, that’s for sure, but he seemed to still have consciousness about his situation and his surroundings.

I assumed he wanted to go home because after a while of walking, he started doing those sad dog noises and licking my hand, so I decided to go back home and check what he needed, of course, after he transformed back into a human with the ability to speak.

“Hi, Mr. Henderson!” I greeted one of my neighbors as the man did the lawn on his front yard.

“Hello, Nathan! And… new dog…?” He asked, but I quickly shook my head.

“Not really, just doing a favor for a friend and taking him out for a walk. He can be quite temperamental if you don’t know how to handle him” I tried to give as an excuse, and luckily, Mr. Henderson seemed to buy it!

Dave helped too, growling at the man without showing off his teeth (That would probably rat us out of him being a wolf instead of a dog) before I pulled a bit from the leash to ‘calm him down’.

“Oh well, be careful. Big dogs can be dangerous, especially when they’re… so big, never seen one like that before” It was normal for him to be surprised, even I would be. I could sit on Dave’s back if I wanted and ask him to take me home, like some kind of mount.

Hmm… I wanted to try that out! But not now, it would be weird.

The leash was attached to his bowser collar, which gave him an even rougher appearance. But in reality, he was a really wholesome puppy boy.

“He seems to be a really expensive class of purebred German shepherd, or that’s what my friend said” I made up that quickly, trying to sound oblivious and shrug the subject off as Dave sneezed and looked around, playing dumb. “But don’t worry, I think he likes me!” I scratched Dave’s head and he gave me a friendly ‘Woof!’

“Huh… Glad to hear that. And he seems to be very cute when he’s not growling menacingly” The older man said, jokingly.

“Yeah, he’s a good boy. Anyway, gotta get going. Bye!” I waved to my neighbor with my free hand and he waved back.

Me and my werewolf kept walking until we arrived to my house. I opened the door and he entered first.

After closing the door, and confirming mom wasn’t here, I let go of the leash and Dave walked back to the center of the living room.

The wolf stood on his back legs, as his body started to morph again. I loved the werewolf form, but this was way more amazing to see.

His whole body started to grow, to match that of a normal human, and then his usual size. A big muscled jock.

His snout went back in as his head became human again, and his fur disappeared, with only very little body hair remaining on him.

He was in all his naked glory, cock full hard (I started to suspect that it had something to do with me near him, I can’t remember ever seeing him soft). We couldn’t play the ‘boy and his dog’ plan if the wolf was dressed like a normal human would be.

“Phew, what do you think, bro? Was I a good boy?” He asked, as soon as his transformation ended and he regained consciousness.

The black leather bowser collar around his neck, with the leash hanging from it. The hang was still in my hand, so I pulled him closer as he smirked at me, mischievously.

“You were great, puppy boy” I whispered to him, before giving him a nice, long kiss. He kissed me back, pulling my body closer to his.

Being honest? The whole dog thing was his idea.

He complained that –and I’ll repeat his own words- ‘I never go into full wolf form because there’s a chance I may get caught and scare someone off, triggering wild animal alarms at the town, bro!’

And that was a good reason. Last thing I wanted was a curfew because Dave decided to run on the middle of the street as a big wolf.

“Anything for you, my love” Dave whispered back after the kiss.

It’s been a week since we’ve met, and I felt somewhat comfortable around him already. I’ve never had romantic feelings for anyone, except the usual platonic love like y’know, Chris Evans. But this guy… It was something new I was willing to experience.

I’m not saying I love him… yet. But as I told him once (When he was zoned out and I think he couldn’t hear me) I do like him!

“Anything?” I asked him, tracing a finger around his abs.

He nodded blissfully, with eyes full of love. “Anything, whatever you tell me, bro!”

“Could you… put on some underwear then?” His expression changed, falling into realization. He looked down and noticed his cock on full display.

He blushed a bit, before resuming his smile. “Yeah, no problem bro” I was actually going to tell him to dress up again, since it was a bit cold outside. But the view of his built body was really enjoyable.

Dave and I walked together to my room, where his clothes were laying on my bed. He quickly put on some boxers, then looked back at me. “Anything else I can do for you, babe?”

‘A lot of things I dare not mention’ I thought. But I just shook my head “Would you like to play some videogames or just… cuddle together and watch some Streamflix?”

“Videogames! I’ll beat your ass this time on COD, bro!” He beamed up, before roughly sitting on my bed. The thing did a loud creak, probably because of Dave’s weight as he sat. If the big guy didn’t control himself, I was going to end up sleeping on the floor.

“Videogames it is” I mumbled, walking over to the PS4 and grabbed the two controllers on top of it. In the meantime, Dave turned on the TV with the remote near my bed and waited for me, clearly excited. I sat next to him and gave him his controller.

Honestly? I suck at gunplay games. I prefer, I don’t know, fantasy styled games? Like, I enjoy hunting a big monster or sword fighting my way around a medieval setting. Gunplay just… didn’t do it for me.

I bought this game because of Dave, I wanted to try something he would enjoy too, and he clearly loved it. I also noticed that he would play dumb and let me win a few times, to ensure I was having fun. But that’s on rare occasions, because he’s fucking competitive when it comes to this, and starts bragging pretty quickly.

Of course, he calms down as soon as he starts with it. Probably because he didn’t want to piss me off? Probably, yeah.

However, I also had some tricks up my sleeve.

I looked over at him. Game face on and fully focused on the screen. He started preparing a private match. A few bots here and there, his favorite map, then chose his designated weapon.

“I’ll go easy on you, bro. Don’t worry” He said, patting my shoulder.

The first match went down fast. I tried to run and kill his bots as he hunted me down. It was just like that, a cat and mouse game between us. I did enjoy it, reminded me of another horror game I usually played at night.

He gave me a few shots when I went around a corner and we bumped into each other. “Hey bro!” Dave said mockingly, as he filled my avatar’s body with lead.

I tapped X as fast as I could to respawn, as Dave continued wandering around the map and killing the bots of my team. This was going to be a hard game.

“Hey Dave?” I asked, as I respawned.

“Yuh?” He mumbled, still focused on the game. I must say, his game face makes him even more handsome.

“Forget about what I’m about to say; but confuse the left stick with the right stick” I said. This was my tactic. I had full control over his mind and body, right? Then, fuck, I wanted to win at least once.

He stopped moving his fingers for a few seconds, but I didn’t have time to check if his eyes were unfocused or not, I had a match to win!

Then, I noticed he tried to play again. “What the…” He mumbled, as I pressed the left stick to run and looked for him. In the meantime, he struggled to move his character.

The confused jock frantically moved the right stick and his character looked around a lot, and gave little steps with the left stick, like he tried to move the camera with it.

I finally found him and didn’t hesitate. R2 and a few seconds later, Dave’s character was lying on the floor like a ragdoll.

“Fuck!” The werewolf said, as I threw a punch to the air. “What the hell is happening to me?” He whispered, looking to his hands. He tried to move his respawned character, but moved the right stick instead. Then he tried to move the camera, but his left thumb moved the wrong stick too.

Dave looked at me “Anythin’ I should know, bro?” He asked, with a suspecting voice.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about” I answered, as I continued to look out for him with a nice smile on my face. The game just got twenty times funnier.

He tried to look out for me in game, to no avail. Until a bulb seemed to light up on his brain and he turned the controller upside down. ‘Fuck, he got me’ I thought.

Dave was back in the game, but I could notice he was uncomfortable playing like that.

I found him running into a wall and killed his character again.

“Aww, bro…” He mumbled, getting frustrated.

“Alright, alright. You can stop getting confused now.” But Dave left his controller on the night table. Did I piss him off? Oh geez, I didn’t want that!

But it was the opposite. He grabbed me and pulled me in with him to lay down on the bed. I loved this, we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately and this was my favorite part.

I think I’ve said this before, but Dave was an amazing kisser. He was gentle, and the taste of his mouth was amazing (Which was kind of surprising since he was a full wolf not so long ago, I expected him to have dog breath) and he was very skilled too.

“I don’t want to play if you’re not having fun” He whispered, before smooching me. “I prefer to see ya happy, my love”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Why, thanks puppy boy” I said, moving my hand through his torso, and into his underwear. “You’ve been a really good puppy boy today, haven’t you?”

I slowly caressed his cock. I was okay with this; we were on the blowjob level of things by now.

I mean, he only gave me one, but it was an advance, right? I still had to give a blowjob to him…

“Yeah, bruh. I’m a good puppy boy!” He sounded proud of himself. Probably because he was obeying me, not gonna complain though.

I wrapped my hand on his cock and started stroking slowly. Dave just stared at me with his deep blue eyes, smiling like an idiot. “You’re so… beautiful, Nate. The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen… fuck, that feels amazing to say”

I blushed, and stopped stroking for a bit. Dave placed his big hand on my cheek and leaned in to kiss me again. My nervousness fading away temporarily with each kiss, I felt safe. Like this was where I belonged.

In bed, with a hunk werewolf infatuated with me, and…

I shook my head “You’re trying to distract me so I forget to send you home, right?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

He gave me the pleading puppy eyes. “Please bro, I don’t want to go, I just want to be with you and make you feel good and loved” He tried to convince me, and I was falling for it. I would be okay with having him stay the night, but… Dave seemed willing to drop all his other responsibilities in order to spend time with me.

“Dave… You know how it is, we can hang out from time to time if you want. But I’d prefer if you still live your life like you would normally, and that includes sleeping in your house too-“

“Let’s go together, bro. Mom and pops will love having you around, and my bed has enough space for the both of us. Please, babe…” He lightly kissed my lips. “…I love you”

‘Why do you have to be so cute?’ I thought.

“I’ll let you stay, but just a little while more, alright? And then you go back home, no more excuses, understood?”

He seemed defeated, but agreed with me. “Understood, bro. Whatever you want” He mumbled, hugging me. “I’ll enjoy every second we spend together, bruh”

I rolled my eyes, so cheesy.

…And yet, I still liked him so much.

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As I said, I kept him around for a little longer, then sent him off to his house again.

According to Dave, his parents didn’t have a problem with letting him spend a few nights with me. But I preferred if he didn’t change his… human behavior that much.

I do like being around Dave, maybe not as much as how he likes to be around me, but still. But as I could see, Dave is willing to forget about his responsibilities just to be with me and make me happy, and that’s not something I’d like to do to him.

I have to remind him of returning to his house, studying, working out, hanging out with his friends, etc., because if it was for him, he would rather just hang out with me.

It was okay though; it wasn’t really a problem. Everything was still the same, and even better. Dave started doing his own essays! He’s… he tries, at least. But I appreciate the effort and help him in any way I can.

It’s only been a week since we’ve started hanging out, so not many changes I could do to his persona.

Next day, we had school again. School became a much more bearable place, I just focused on my studies and that was enough for me, with Dave appearing from time to time to spend some time together.

I sat down in my usual place at the science lab, put on my protective plastic glasses and looked over at Sam besides me.

It wasn’t usual for us to sit together, but it was a nice way to catch up from time to time.

“How’s our president?” I asked him when he nodded at me with a calm smile. We liked to joke about that, with him being the student council’s president.

He deserved that role, in my opinion, he worked so hard during his campaign even when he made some deals with the factions. Jocks included, but they were very clear with what they wanted.

And that was more funds for the sports division, with the cheerleaders backing them up. When you get the biggest fishes of the tank, it’s only a matter of time until the rest of the school would vote for Sam too.

“I officially hate prom night. I mean, it was fun last year, when I didn’t have to plan it from scratch!” He said, grabbing the protective glasses from the table and putting them on. He did it too quick and roughly, though. His teeth greeted a few moments as the pain seemed to fade. “I’ve received more than two hundred messages about ‘suggestions’ for it, and that was at 2 am, I had to turn off my phone now”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Can’t you just… say that the theme will be ‘Wintery forest’ or something like that and just hang a lot of paper snowflakes from the ceiling? Prom night is just dancing around a decorated basketball court Sam, not much you can do with that”

But he seemed personally attacked by my comment. He frowned and took a bag of chocolate cookies from his bag, left it on the middle of the table and started eating.

“I mean, yeah but” He pushed the bag near me, like trying to tell me to eat something. I shook my head, I wasn’t hungry. “I’d like to do something different, you know? It’s our last year here, and my last chance to be a good president!”

I nodded, understanding what he meant. “If I have a good idea, I’ll let you know, alright?”

“Do you even plan on going to prom? You haven’t even gone last year as a junior, this may be your last chance, Nate” Ouch, low blow.

I looked behind us, noticing a lot of noise on the back of the lab. Dave was struggling to put on some of the protective gloves, before he noticed me staring and gave me a warm smirk, along with a wink. Half of his protective glove was hanging from his hand, before he tried to correctly put it in place.

I chuckled a bit, and Sam noticed it. “Or…” He gave me little nudges while motioning his head to Dave’s direction. “You and the big guy there?”

“Uh? What are you talking about-” But he lifted his hand to stop me, passed me his phone with the frontal camera on. I was blushing. “Am I that obvious?”

“He just winked at you, and you still have two arms so I like to think you two are up to something together” He finished, before grabbing the bag of cookies again and putting it back on his bag. “Besides, I heard rumors that he broke up with-“

The professor had entered the room and chatting time was over. I could still hear a bit of laughter on the back, but decided to keep my eyes on the front.

Damn, I was going to blow our cover if I kept acting like a little girl. But there was probably no cover at all by this point. It’s impossible for the school to not have noticed one of the hottest guys around breaking up with his girlfriend, just a few days after he started to spend time around me.

“I won’t deny, nor accept anything” I wondered if Dave could hear us, I knew he had heightened smelling abilities, that’s how he found out I was his soulmate, but I wondered if heightened hearing was also a thing.

I’d ask him for a detailed list of his powers later, but I always forget to do that in the heat of the moment. “Now, let’s pay attention before we blow up” I finished, looking at the professor as he started explaining today’s assignment.

Sam whispered near me “We’ll talk about this lateeer♫”, in a mocking melody tone.

“Mr. Howard, take that cap off! This is a laboratory, not the baseball field!” I looked beside me and saw Dick taking off his backwards cap, while mumbling something under his breath. Probably a curse, my friend isn’t fond of people who order him around, less if they are dumb professors, according to him.

The jocks on the back laughed, but we ignored them like the professor did, resuming the lesson and preparing for playing with chemicals.

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I felt social today, and remained with Sam for the rest of the day. Which means that I’m not alone during lunch today. He wanted to interrogate me and I honestly didn’t know what to do. I was bad at making up excuses.

We went to get our plates of food and sat in a rather empty table.

“Soooo… Are you going to tell me or not?” Sam asked, still trying to make me spill the beans about Dave, probably.

“What are you talking about?” I played dumb. I wasn’t good at making excuses, but I was pretty good at keeping secrets.

“You know about you and Dave…” But he froze in place before finishing that sentence. An unexpected guest sat beside me, so I was now surrounded by Sam and the big guy.

“I couldn’t help but hear my name, what are you two talkin’ about?” Dave said, in a pretty friendly voice. “Man, I love school’s chicken. This school is so awesome with the lunch menu. What’s up, Sammy? Cat got your tongue?”

I rolled my eyes, Sam hated being called ‘Sammy’, but I assumed they did it on purpose to bother him. Not like he can do anything about it but… I think I can. Not now, though. That would sell me out.

“W-We… We were just talking about…” Sam gulped, looking at me for help. Two weeks spent with Dave, and I almost forgot he has an awful reputation.

We’ve tried to change it, but I can only do so much with him at a time. So, I decided to focus on small things first, like his studies, then the social things afterwards.

“The upcoming… football game, yeah. That’s it, go Rottweilers!” I finished, wanting to sink my face in my plate of smashed potatoes. That was an awful excuse.

“Fuck yeah, go Rottweilers!” Dave yelled while quickly standing up on his seat, placing one of his foots on the table, and some sudden loud barks followed him. I moved my plate, because THIS is why I prefer eating alone at the school yard.

Besides being crowded, the cafeteria always had weird things like this happening from time to time. Maybe someone gets their head smashed in their plate, or a food war starts. The yard is way more chill than this place.

Dave sat down again after that, and I left my plate back in its place. I was going to ask him if that was necessary, but decided to shut my mouth as soon as the rest of the football players sat around us.

I was safe, I knew that but… It was still unsettling. Sam and I knew the football players were shady, as I mentioned once. I knew Dave was strong, he’s a werewolf after all. But could he take them all at once, or would they be able to overpower him if they actually tried to?

I couldn’t tell if Dave noticed I was nervous, I just stared down at my plate and tried to listen to the chatter around me. Sam did the same thing, leaving the jocks speaking about the upcoming game.

“Didn’t know you liked football, bruh” Dave told me, probably trying to make me participate in the conversation. I just nodded, trying to think of a valid answer to him, probably something boring to make the jocks want to leave the table ASAP.

“I-I’m not a fan of it but… our team is so good that I can’t miss any of their games” Smart Nate, just feed their ego to make them happy!

“Really? Never saw you on the bleachers during our games” One of the guys pointed out. I noticed that Lucas and Butch weren’t participating at all in the chat. They just ate and looked at us, almost in complete silence.

“I blend in easily with the crowd, you know, being small and stuff like that” It was weird. Why am I trying to prove anything to these guys? ‘I just want you to leave, take the hint!’ I thought.

Dave finally spoke “I did see him, and yeah, the lil’ dude gets lost amongst the crowd” He patted my back quite harshly, making me cough, but I was glad he backed up my lie.

Sam gave me a puzzled look and I whispered ‘Just relax and try not to piss them off’

This time, Dave did notice it, and looked down at me with a worried look on his face. He might have realized that he fucked up.

Luckily, the rest of the lunch went on normally. The jocks made a few… ‘jokes’ here and there, but I laughed off with them. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like them, but I wouldn’t like Dave to go on a rant beating them all up because he wants to protect me.

Of course, they brought up my ‘faggot-ness’, but I just went on with it, countering it with a not-suggesting joke.

They seemed friendly so far, better not ruin that. But I wondered if they were here willingly, or Dave was the one who summoned them here. Not saying he threatened them but… maybe he called a football team emergency, like Butch did once.

Sam and I couldn’t wait until it was over, so we ate fast and tried to get out of there ASAP, excusing ourselves saying that we had to pick up a few books before the next class. Dave followed me with his sad puppy eyes as we left, before getting up and going after me.

“Bro!” Dave said after leaving the cafeteria, and I stopped on the middle of the corridor. It wasn’t crowded, but there were a few students around on their way to the yard, to make the most of the little free time they had.

Sam raised an eyebrow, but decided to leave us alone. I could tell he had enough of the jocks for the day, and I was worried they may be mad for leaving them having lunch alone, after they ‘rewarded us with their presence’ or something like that. I didn’t like those guys.

I looked at Dave, as he stopped in front of me and smiled. But then, he looked around and noticed a few persons in the corridor. “Uh…” He mumbled.

“C’mon” I grabbed his hand and walked to the nearby boys’ bathroom. “There,” I said after closed the door behind us. “Private moment, what happened back there? At the cafeteria, I mean”

Dave’s eyes darted around the room, as little drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. “I-I… I wanted to try and… y’know, present you with my bros?” He gulped “I know you don’t like them, but… they are my friends, and I thought everything would be much easier if they saw how awesome you are”

I was a bit confused, but not mad. I didn’t end up hurt, nor did Sam, and that was enough for me. If the jocks actually tried to sit down with us and talk, then I was willing to give them a chance.

“I sorta still don’t get why we have to keep our thing in secret, bruh. You don’t have to be afraid of anyone trying to hurt us, because I’m David fucking Walker. I own this place, I’m an alpha!”

He sounded so excited while he said that, and motivated. It was nice to see that side of him; a side I would have never imagined Dave the big bully jock could have.

“I know, you’re really great and everyone… respects you,” I started, carefully thinking my words to avoid hurting his feeling, as he looked down at me, still with a big smile. “But it’s just for some time, as we take this slowly. It would be really weird for the others if you came someday to school and randomly yell ‘I’m gay!’. Give me some time, yeah? We can sort this out together, but let’s do it slowly”

His smile slowly faded from his face. I think I hurt his feelings anyway, and it was probably an inevitable thing to do. I kind of ran out of the cafeteria with Sam as soon as we finished eating, ruining his plan of having his bros get to know me.

“I understand if you’re mad with me, bro. But I think they actually liked you! You were so smart back there, mentioning football as an excuse…” He came closer to me, and kissed me lightly on the lips, placing his big hands on my cheeks, and looked at me with really sad eyes. “But I get if you’re mad and don’t want to see me for a while, I deserve it from putting you in danger with my bros”

“Just… stop, alright?” And he did. He closed his mouth and just looked at me, waiting for me to speak. “You didn’t do anything wrong, it was a nice idea. Just try to tell me about it before doing something like that again, and I may gather some nerve to tackle it properly, alright Davey?”

He nodded slowly, giving a sigh of relief. “Y-Yeah, I will, bro. Thanks for not being mad, I would hate myself if I made you mad” I was a bit scared of someone walking in the bathroom, but at the same time I think… I didn’t care at all.

It was going to be a slow thing, yeah. But, sooner or later, it was going to be discovered. So…

Dave was looking down to his shoes, like some misbehaved kid, when I stepped forward and pulled him in for a kiss.

I was hoping for someone to enter the bathroom. Some random guy, who would apologize and leave in fear after watching the big jock angry for interrupting our kiss.

But that never happened. Damn it.

Dave recovered his sweet smile as I looked up at him. “What was that for?”

“To reassure you that you didn’t do anything wrong” I whispered to him. “We probably shouldn’t play with our luck though, but we have a few more minutes before our next class”

The werewolf jock gave me one last smooch, before saying “I love you so much, bro…”

I couldn’t help but blush, I really liked my good puppy boy.

We left the bathroom together, and headed out for the yard. As I said, we still had a few minutes before classes started, and I wanted to make the most of them with my big guy.

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