Peach's kisses are playful and loving, she either give one tender kiss or playfuly pampers your pretty face with kisses, her kisses are always accompanied by a smile and sometimes even a giggle, her kisses aren't quick, she kisses with tons of love, she wants to make sure you never forget that she love you and a lot
Rosalina
Kisses from Rosalina are rare, she has a lot of diferent ways to express her inmense love for you but whenever she does kiss you is like the most gentle caress, her kisses are soft but tender, are full of love and gentleness and never are quick nor short, she take the time to hold you in her hands and press a long loving kiss, almost wanting that the warm sensation of her lips won't leave you for a while so you don't forget how much she does love you
Mario
Kisses aren't Mario's first way to show his love and apreciation, even if he doesn't looks like it he is quite shy, he doesn't has problem with physical affection but every kiss is given shyly, he hesitant a little just because he loves you so much that gets even flustered by the thought, and yet all his kisses are full of love, if it is on him kisses may not last too long but are given with love
Luigi
Luigi is incredibly shy, the simple idea of kissing you makes him flustered and nervous and yet his kisses never show hesitantion, when he makes up his mind he does it a bit in a rush before calming down once his lips made contact with you and he kisses with all the love he holds for you, he doesn't want to separate because he just loves you too much
Bowser
Bowser always kisses with love and his kisses are surprisingly soft, no matter how playful or passionate he may be feeling at the moment there is always a hint of gentleness, for him you are irreemplazable and unique and he treats you as such, even with kisses he does it almost as if he was scared of hurting you in the process, or maybe just because thats a way to show appreciation and love
Chrs: Mario, Yoshi, DK, Link, Samus, Fox, Kirby, Luigi and Captain Falcon
Reader is GN!
Mario:
Baking a cake with Mario is an absolute joy ride. His enthusiasm is infectious as he hums Italian tunes and expertly guides you through the recipe. He’s a natural in the kitchen, treating it like an art form(From Princess Peach's Influence), but also leaving room for fun. He’s constantly taste-testing the batter and frosting with a wink, saying it’s "important to get it just-a right!" You both work seamlessly, though sometimes he gets a bit distracted when he starts tossing dough in the air like he’s flipping a pizza. In the end, the cake is flawless, and Mario proudly presents it as if you’ve both created a masterpiece together.
Yoshi:
Yoshi is incredibly eager to help, though a little clumsy in the kitchen. He loves tasting everything as you go along, sometimes sticking his tongue out too far and accidentally eating part of the ingredients. Despite this, his positive energy keeps you both laughing the entire time. You’ll have to keep an eye on him, though—leave the sugar alone for too long, and Yoshi will have eaten half of it. But once the cake is baked, Yoshi is so excited that he does a little happy dance, making the entire experience heartwarming and full of smiles.
Donkey Kong(DK):
Donkey Kong is surprisingly gentle in the kitchen despite his large frame, rowdyness and strength. He’s determined to help, though you’ll notice he can’t resist tossing bananas into the mix, even if it’s not a banana cake. You work together to mix the ingredients, with DK carefully following your instructions while occasionally sneaking bites of bananas and batter. His favorite part is the decorating—he insists on using extra bananas on top as garnish. In the end, the cake might not be traditional, but it’s definitely delicious and full of DK’s quirky charm.
Link:
Baking with Link is a quiet but calming experience. He’s not too much of a talker, but he follows your instructions with sharp precision, taking everything seriously. He might be a bit unsure about how to bake at first, but once he gets the hang of it, he’s fully focused. You share peaceful moments while mixing the batter and frosting, occasionally exchanging soft smiles. He takes care in every step, as if baking the cake is a mission. When it’s time to decorate, you both enjoy adding personal touches, making the final product as charming as it is delicious.
Samus:
Baking with Samus is efficient and organized(plus you get to see her out of her suit for a while...or at least her beautiful blonde hair as she doesn't have her helmet on). She’s precise with every measurement and action, turning the cake-baking process into a well-structured mission. While she’s not particularly emotional about the process, she surprises you with little moments of fun, like using her arm cannon to quickly whisk the batter or heat the oven. The end result is a cake that’s not only delicious but also expertly crafted. Samus might not be super expressive, but the small smile she gives when she sees the finished cake tells you she enjoyed the experience more than she lets on.
Fox:
Fox is all about teamwork in the kitchen. He takes charge but lets you take the lead where you want. You’ll notice him frequently checking the time and trying to make sure everything is on schedule, like a mission briefing. He’s fast but careful, and his competitive nature shows when he tries to perfect every step. Fox is also surprisingly playful, teasing you about your frosting skills or sneaking a bit of the cake mix while grinning. The cake turns out perfect, and he’s happy to share it with you, giving you a playful nudge, “We make a great team, huh?”
Kirby:
Baking with Kirby is pure chaos in the best way possible. He’s more interested in eating than baking, so you’ll have to keep him from gobbling up the ingredients before they even make it into the bowl. Kirby’s enthusiasm is unmatched, though, and he constantly tries to help—even if it’s just him licking the spoon or cleaning up the leftover frosting. Expect him to inhale bits of the cake as soon as it comes out of the oven, but when he finally settles down to share what’s left, "Poyo!" he’s all smiles and excitement, ready to enjoy your creation together.
Luigi:
Luigi is a little nervous in the kitchen, but he’s incredibly helpful and sweet. He often second-guesses himself, asking, “Is this okay?” or “Are you sure that’s enough?” but he’s so genuine that you can’t help but reassure him. You both share lots of laughter, especially when things go a little off track, like when Luigi accidentally splatters batter everywhere. By the end, the cake might be a little messy, but it’s full of love and care. Luigi is proud of the final product, especially since he got to bake it with you, and he happily shares a piece, blushing a little as he says it turned out great.
Captain Falcon:
Baking with Captain Falcon is intense and high-energy. He approaches the task like a race, moving quickly and shouting things like “Falcon Mix!” as he stirs the batter at lightning speed(whist making a bit of a mess). His enthusiasm is contagious, and you both end up laughing as he tries to make everything as epic as possible, even when it’s something simple like cracking an egg. The cake is finished in record time, and though it may not be the most neatly made, it’s definitely delicious. Falcon pats you on the back, grinning wide, “We totally smashed it!”
Warning ⚠️; mention of war, mention of death, past character death, nothing graphic, spoilers for the movie Mario Bros
Pairing; Mario/Male!King!Reader
Summary; Mario accompany the Princess Peach to your Kingdom to ask for help. He didn't expect such a cold welcome, and yet he can’t deny you are kind of right. Doesn't mean you ain't the biggest asshole here.
Note; I just wanted to add one more kingdom and have an angry/hurt reader. And you can’t tell me there hasn't been war before! And this was just supposed to be a little messy one shot, but it turned into an almost 4k words 😭
Credit @cafekitsune
Whispers ran through the crowd, voices muffled by hands and hushing. You sat on your throne, hands grabbing the arms so hard your knuckles had turned white. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, and your blood fills with pure rage and hatred. They all abandoned you in your time of need, leaving you to die and fend for yourself, but here they were, begging for help as the same thing happened to them.
Hypocrites.
All of them.
Why did you allow them an audience? You should have turned the princess around the second she was spotted approaching your kingdom. But you didn’t. You were too curious about the little man walking by her side. Your guards had told you about him. Small, overweight, and definitely not from the Mushroom Kingdom or any other known.
You dug your metallic claws on your fingers into the arms of your throne, leaving a dent in the wood and metal. You sighed before taking a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. Maybe the stranger didn’t know the full story; perhaps the princess said nothing to him. Then, you could humiliate her in front of him, whoever he was. You had no intention of helping. You knew Bowser had set his eyes on all the kingdoms just like he did yours a few years ago. The war against the damned turtle had lasted months and cost so many lives.
You remembered the scent of burned flesh and the taste of blood mixed with ashes. You could never forget the sight of the battlefield flooded with blood and corpses. Could never forget how many of your subjects had died as you begged for help and were denied. While you buried your dead, they all laughed and partied. They never sent help, not even after the stalemate between you and Bowser.
But now!
The tables had turned!
You had rebuilt your kingdom and invested everything in your army and weaponry. This time, you were ready for battle, and Bowser knew it. He wouldn’t take the risk of facing you once more as you had made every step obvious. You could never forget nor forgive, and why Princess Peach thought you would was a mystery to you.
Through your mourning veil, you saw the doors to the throne room open wide. Five guards, all in black armor, escorted the princess, a toad, and the small man to you. They stopped a few feet away, and your guards bowed before stepping aside and allowing you to stare down at the intruders. Their colorful clothes contrasted with the dark room and the mourning clothes of your subjects.
- “King (Y/N), I humbly came to ask you for your help against…” The princess began to speak, clasping her hands together.
- “No.” You interrupted her, raising a hand. “I will not join your battle against that demon. My people have sacrificed enough; we have bled and mourned all the dead we could. I will not put us through it again.”
- “But…” Princess Peach made a single step but stopped herself.
- “Again? Princess, what does he mean?” The little man asked; his voice had an accent you never heard before.
You tilted your head, the mourning veil moving slightly against the skin of your face. You had been right. Peach said nothing about what your kingdom went through, how she abandoned you in your time of need. You smiled, hidden behind your veil, and shook your head. That caught the attention of the stranger.
- “What is your name, you who is a stranger among our kingdoms?” You asked, leaning down.
- “Ah, hmm… My name’s Mario.” He answered, stepping closer to your throne. “Your Majesty, we really need your help. My brother, he was captured by Bowser, you see…”
You watched him, Mario, and how uncomfortable he was. Poor thing had never been among royalty; you could tell by how nervous he was, continuously playing with his hands and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. You sighed, leaning back against your throne.
- “I owe nothing to your princess or anyone. Where were they when Bowser ravaged my kingdom? Where was their help when my people were burning alive by him and killed by his minions?” You asked only for Mario to snap his head back, staring at the princess in horror. You stood on your feet, slowly walking down the stairs of your throne, your long mourning robe dragging down behind you. “Where were they?! Still safely in their kingdoms, partying and laughing, ignoring what was happening!” Your screaming made Mario flinch, and he stumbled back, falling on his ass.
He looked up at you, but you were staring at Peach. She bore no signs of regret. Her head held high as if she was better than you. You wanted to strike her, cut off her head, and send it back to her kingdom. But you didn't. Killing her would be mercy. No. Her real punishment would be watching her people die and go through what yours did. You raised a hand, pointing your finger toward her chest.
- “You refused to send help, you and all the others. You are nothing but a hypocrite! A snake! You can keep your head high, Princess Peach, but you are not as mighty as you believe. You will fail, and your kingdom will be turned into ashes. See yourself as lucky; his army isn’t as mighty as it wasn’t against me, but you might still have a slim chance. This time it is us who will laugh at your pain when you fail.” You declared, watching her close her fists.
- “I am not leaving without your army!” She shouted, and you laughed in her face as your guards raised their blades and pointed them at her.
- “Yes, you are, just like I did. Go home, Princess, and dig your grave. You’ll need it soon enough.” You stated before turning on your heels and walking away. “The audience is over, Princess, so get out of my kingdom and never come back. You, just like the others, are banished from my lands.”
Behind you, you heard your guards grabbing the princess and her toad, forcing them away. You heard running steps and knew who it was. You waved your hand, allowing Mario to follow you. The man was an innocent, a victim even. He ignored all of the turmoil and political situation of this world; you couldn’t hold it against him.
Mario just wanted to save his brother, but it might have been too late. Bowser didn’t show mercy; you remembered it way too well.
Without a word, you led Mario outside on one of your many balconies. The little man followed, silent, until he reached the balustrade. You heard him gasp at the sight before him: an endless graveyard. The site where you buried all those who had fallen during the war against Bowser. The first and last thing you see after waking up and before going to bed. A reminder of what happened, of how many lives were lost because no one came to your help and you were too weak of a King to protect your people.
- “See for yourself what the inaction of your princess cost me and tell me again that I need to help her. She did not lift her little finger for me; why should I?” You asked, grabbing your mourning veil and lifting it before resting the veil on top of your crown, revealing your face.
Mario looked up, his blue eyes filled with tears and fear. He was understanding the gravity of the situation now, of what kind of danger Bowser truly was.
- “The Princess Peach is a strong ruler; I will not deny her that. She loves her people, yes, but she does not always tell the truth or downplay how severe the situation is.” You explained, turning your attention back to the graveyard. “I allowed you to follow me so you would see for yourself how dangerous Bowser is. You are not just facing a battle but also death.” Mario said nothing, his gloved hand held tightly to the balustrade and you saw his chest rise and fall quickly.
He was panicking, but no comforting words left your lips. You had none for him, only quiet compassion. You lowered back your mourning veil and closed your eyes as the sounds of the battles came back to you. The screaming, blades against blades and the bodies falling onto the ground. Bowser’s laughter still haunted your nightmares as well. Mario’s hand grabbed your robe and tugged at it, snapping you back to reality. There was still a lot of fear in those blue eyes of his, but also a newfound determination. Good for him, you thought, still deciding to not give any form of help. You wanted Princess Peach and all the other rulers to go through the same pain and despair as you. But it was obvious Mario would still try to convince you.
- “You… you are my only hope.” The little man said, voice wavering as his fist closed tightly on your robe. “The princess told me you were a warrior king, that you won against Bowser, and your army was the strongest…”
- “She lied.” You sighed, resting your hand on top of his. “I did not win. It was a stalemate. Both our armies were at their end; we didn’t have any strength left or food or any kind of resources, so Bowser was forced to leave. But none of us won. If anything, we both actually lost during that war.”
To that, Mario said nothing and let go of you. You closed your eyes again and shook your head, tightening your own grip on the balustrade.
- “Nothing you can say will change my mind, Mario. I have buried too many of my subjects. Whole families were destroyed, symbols of our culture were lost forever, and many of our fields are still barren.” You whispered, leaning down and baring your teeth even though Mario couldn’t see them. “I cannot do this again. I can’t.”
- “What they did… was unforgivable, I will admit that, Your Majesty, but you are given the chance to prove you are better than that.” Mario pointed it out, and you laughed bitterly.
- “But I am not, Mario. I am full of resentment, hatred, and disgust, and the only thing I wish for is revenge.” You turned your head, facing Mario. “You are a good man, Mario; I am not.”
- “No, you are a good King. You are protecting your people.” Mario admitted, looking away, his eyes locking on the graveyard. “Karma’s a bitch, and it’s biting everyone’s ass, but right now you are a bigger asshole. You are wishing on them pain and death, and that is not okay. You know firsthand what it’s like….” Mario stopped himself and sighed.
You saw him close his eyes before he turned on his heels, ready to leave. You stopped him, resting your hand on his shoulder, and gently squeezed it.
- “Good luck, Mario. If you and your brother somehow survive, you will be welcome here. Even if it’s just to flee from Bowser.” You offered, and Mario stared at you, surprised.
- “I… thank you, Your Majesty. I won’t forget it.” He thanked you, and you watched as he left.
Long after the doors had closed on him, you still felt the feeling of his warm shoulder in your hand. You stared down at it, hesitating for the first time ever since you heard about Bowser’s antics. Maybe Mario was right; maybe you should be the better and bigger person, but you didn’t have the strength.
No. That night, you passed it outside, staring at the graveyard and wondering if you made the right call. You didn’t get inside until the sun was high in the sky and your servants were begging you to. The breeze was cold after all, and no one wanted you to catch your death like that. And yet you couldn’t chase away Mario’s words or his sight. Such a kind heart, the kindest you had met in a long time. You hoped, wished he had survived Bowser, but you doubted it. It broke your heart thinking about his broken, maybe burned, body abandoned somewhere being eaten by scavengers.
But then, as you sat on your throne, all felt it. The ground shook. You closed your eyes, resting your head against your throne. The Mushroom Kingdom had fallen, long live the princess, and yet…
- “Fetch me my armor. I am going to see what’s left of the Mushroom Kingdom and if there is any survivor.” You ordered. Panic erupted, but your orders were obeyed.
The Mushroom Kingdom was as you remembered it, besides the obvious destruction. You walked among it, your sword and shield in hand, ready for battle, but there was no one. No sign of Bowser or his army. No corpses either. Whatever battle there was, it left no dead behind. You felt jealous, angry even. Why was the Mushroom Kingdom spared from slaughter? You stopped by a power-up, staring at the lone yellow block before stepping on it. The block easily broke under your foot, and you felt the familiar feeling of firepower enveloping you.
You watched as you transformed, your cloak burning a hole on the bottom as embers lighted across your armor. You grabbed your sword and brandished it in front of you. Passing a hand on the blade, you ignited it before you resumed your exploration. You bared your teeth behind your helmet just as your eyes fell on something familiar: a green pipe. You walked up to it, deciding to follow your instinct. You closed your eyes, embracing the feeling of teleportation.
When you opened up your eyes, you were falling from the sky after being expelled by the green pipe. You braced yourself as you landed on the stony snout of Bowser’s fortress. You felt the shock of the impact up to the base of your skull but ignored it. You stood tall, looking around you. Tall buildings and a bridge welcomed you in this unknown world. Mario’s world, you thought before lowering your gaze. You saw Bowser fight Princess Peach in her wedding gown and Donkey Kong.
You didn’t wait any longer; your target was acquired, and you jumped from the snout. You let the tip of your sword fall onto the street, the heat melting whatever it was made of, and the stench reached your nose. Your face twisted with hatred before you finally rushed toward Bowser, raising your sword.
- “Bowser!” You shouted as you jumped, swinging down your sword as the turtle turned, startled.
Your blade missed his face by an inch, and Bowser stepped back. His eyes were wide with surprise and fear, but you didn’t give him any time to recover and attacked once more. This time you were able to sink your sword in his leg and you rejoiced in his scream of pain.
- “You fucker, your time has come.” You declared, freeing your sword and jumping on the turtle’s back.
Bowser fought back, trying to get you off him as you attacked his shell. With the fire imbued in you and your sword, you left heavy damage on it. You weren’t the only one wielding fire, and Bowser replicated it with his fire breath but couldn’t reach you. At some point you lost your balance and were thrown off, but landed perfectly. You raised your sword in defiance, and Bowser snarled at you.
- “King (Y/N)!” You heard Donkey Kong shout in surprise.
- “What are you doing here?” Princess Peach asked, but you ignored them both.
Your focus was all on Bowser; your need for revenge was never as high as it was now. Until you heard him.
Mario.
- “Your Majesty?” Mario’s voice was a gentle whisper.
Your heart broke as you turned to face him. His face was swollen and his lips split open. Bruises already appeared all over him. Bowser had beaten him up, but at last, he was alive.
- “Mario…” You replied under your breath.
But the time wasn’t for speaking but for fighting, and Bowser reminded everyone by rushing toward you and Mario. The Princess Peach kicked the Super Star away, urging Mario to get it. You did the only right thing; you held your ground against Bowser and prevented him from following Mario. Your shield protected you from his claws and fire, and your sword hit and cut through his scales.
You felt it before you saw them: the brothers touching the star. It was like a wave of energy passed through you, and you gasped. You jumped out of the way, allowing Mario and Luigi to take your place. Out of breath, you watched them beat up Bowser. It was a sight you never thought you would see. The tyrant was being thrown around like a ragdoll, his attacks useless thanks to the Super Star. You fell on your knees as you watched your sworn enemy fall.
Bowser had fallen.
His army lay defeated all around you.
Victorious. You were all victorious.
You slowly joined Mario and the other, looking down at a now-shrunk Bowser. You wanted nothing more than to crush him under your sword, but Peach put him in a jar before you could move an inch. All eyes were on you, but no one talked until Mario jumped and embraced you. You stared down at him, surprised, but gently rested your armored hand on his head. A fond smile found its way to your lips, your heart swelling with a feeling you didn’t recognize.
- “Thank you! Thank you!” Mario mumbled, and you chuckled.
- “I did nothing. You and your brother did the most, Mario.” You replied with a gentle voice.
You looked up, eyes meeting with a taller version of Mario. He was different, of course, but that man in green was definitely Mario’s brother.
- “But you came. Even if it was alone, you came and helped. You risked your life; you fought with us. Thank you, Your Majesty.” Mario replied, his arms wrapping tighter around you before he let go, turning toward his brother. “That’s my brother! Luigi!”
- “Happy to meet you, Luigi, and to see you well.” You greeted him, your hand falling on Mario’s shoulder.
- “Oh, I-I!…. Hello…” Luigi stuttered, and your smile grew.
Commotion caught your attention, and you turned your head just in time to see a couple rushing in your direction. They jumped on Mario and Luigi, hugging the brothers tightly, and you understood those were their parents.
Relief washed over you, knowing they were alive, that this fight might have saved their lives and countless more. Free from Mario’s embrace, you tried to leave, but the little man shouted your name.
- “Mama, Papa, I want you to meet someone important! This is King (Y/N). He saved us, Luigi and I, and held Bowser long enough for us to secure victory.” Mario declared, the biggest smile you ever saw plastered on his face. “Without him, we wouldn’t have won, and I don’t know what we would have become, Luigi and I.”
- “Eh, you are exaggerating things, Mario.” You mumbled and gasped as the couple pulled you into their embrace.
- “Thank you! Thank you for saving our boys!” Mario’s father exclaimed, and had you not been wearing your armor, he probably would have bruised your ribs with how tightly he held you.
You blushed under your helmet, lowering your head. You didn’t feel honorable, having shown up so late at the battle. But seeing the light and joy in Mario’s eyes, you thought that maybe what you did was more right than you first imagined.
- “You have raised a fine man. Mario has the gentlest and biggest heart I have met in a long time. You should be proud of him.” You whispered, looking down at Mario.
- “Aye! That’s my boys!” Their father said, looking proudly at his sons.
You were left with no choice but to stay during the festivities following the victory. You stayed by Mario’s side, not wanting to interact with anyone from your world, and the little man seemed to know that. He introduced you to his whole family, and you received countless embraces and praises from each one of them. It was overwhelming. Especially since you weren’t used to so much contact and compliments.
For the last few years, you lived in the dark, grief and remorse plaguing your mind with cruel thoughts. Yet here you were, walking right into a light you had forgotten existed, and it was a breath of fresh air. Like someone took the weight of the world off your shoulders. Anger and resentment remained as your eyes fell on the other sovereigns, but the hatred had faded away.
As the day turned into night and Mario showed you around, realization struck you across the face; you had come to terms with the past, and you were taking the first steps on the path of healing. You squeezed Mario’s shoulder harder than intended, getting a hiss of pain from him. You excused yourself, slightly releasing your grip before taking off your helmet. You looked down at Mario, caressing his cheek with the tip of your fingers.
- “Thank you, Mario. I mean it. What you did for me, no one else would have, and I will always remember it. You’ll always be welcome in my kingdom.” You said, Honest, and Mario laughed, grabbing your hand.
- “Mamma mia, stop it! You are going to make me blush.” Mario said, looking away, and you saw his cheeks taking on a reddish tone. “You saved me and my brother from Bowser’s breath, and you came to join the fight. You are a good man, Your Majesty, and I am glad I get to call you my friend.”
You smiled at that. Friend. You liked that idea of having Mario in your life regularly and not just once in a while. Mario was a good man, one you’ll meet only once in a lifetime, and he cared for everyone. A genuine care.
- “Friend. I would like that.” You whispered, looking up and all around you. “It means I will see you often, so you can keep calling me an asshole and force me to do the right thing.”
- “Argh! I am sorry about that. I really shouldn’t have called you an asshole; I was wrong.” Mario mumbled, passing a hand in his hair.
- “It’s fine; you were right. I was… an asshole and a cruel one.” You sighed and closed your eyes. “Things could have been way worse had you not been there, and it would have been my fault again.”
- “Mamma mia! Let’s not talk about the what-ifs or we will still be there in ten years! Besides, tonight we celebrate a well-deserved victory; you should be happy.” Mario laughed and pulled on your hand.
You smiled and followed. Your eyes locked on Mario, and your heart raced in your chest, wondering what the future held now that the little man had entered your life.
hiii! im wondering if you would be able to do an angsty one shot with the character Mario Martinez from On My Block? Like reader is a filipina who grew up on the block with Mario and they went to kindergarten-high school together. Separated during college and reader became a nurse and took up travel nursing. Reader returns to Freeridge in between assignments to attend a mutual friend's wedding. Runs into Mario during the reception and they reminisce and she talks about back in their youth she always thought her crush on him was so obvious and all she wanted back then was for him to see her, but he was always too enamored with Angelica. She verbalizes that she always thought they would've been good together, but as time went on and they lived their lives separately she couldn't keep dwelling on the 'what if'. She mentions during her travel assignments she met her fiancé. Mario looks down at her hand and notices her engagement ring for the first time all evening. Angst no comfort fr. I need the catharsis if you are so willing LOL
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The reception smells like fried rice and cheap perfume, like sweat and childhood and all the parts of Freeridge that never leave you. Y/N stands by the punch bowl, a plastic cup in her hand like armor, watching the room spin with faces that are the same and different. A chandelier catches her engagement ring and makes the little diamond look like it’s trying to be a sun.
“Y/N?” A voice slips between the music and the laughter. Mario. He looks how he always has and not how time says he should. There’s still the slow grin that used to mean mischief; his hair is a little longer than she remembers, his shoulders a little broader, but when he smiles at her it’s like the neighborhood hasn’t left.
“Mario,” she says, and her voice does something soft and surprising.
He comes up to her, like they were in a hallway at school and not twenty-seven and the room a hundred stories too small. “You look,” He stops. He’s searching for the word and finds none. “You look good.”
“You look like you didn’t get lost,” she says. The joke is a small bridge; Mario crosses it the way he always did.
They fall into conversation like skipping stones. Kindergarten is a story they both retell with the same punch line. High school is awkwardly funny. There’s an ease to it that would be dangerous if she didn’t have a ring catching the light at her finger.
Later, on the crowded dance floor, they talk about how she left. “You always knew you’d get out,” Mario says quietly. “You were the one who always read all the pamphlets and left the books open.”
“I wanted more,” she replies. “But I always thought about you when I thought about small things,like who would know where I hid my favorite pencil or who would steal my fries.” She laughs and it comes out like a sob. “I was a kid who liked you and was terrible at hiding it.”
Mario’s face shifts,soft, haunted. “Angelica,” he says, and the name drops like a stone into everything. “I remember the red ribbon.”
“You were always looking at Angelica,” she says. There’s no accusation; she’s only stating an old truth. “I thought it was obvious. I thought I was loud enough for you to see me.”
“You were loud,” Mario says, voice low. “You were everything.”
She looks at his hands. “I thought we’d be good together in a way that wouldn’t have made sense then but might have now.” She laughs, thin. “I wanted you to see me the way I saw you. But life moves, and travel nursing is,” She gestures with her cup. “It’s not a big red ribbon you tie up. It’s a suitcase and a flight and call shifts in other states.”
He swallows. “So you left.”
“So I left.” Her eyes sting. “And in my leaving I met someone.” The words fall. The crowd edges forward; good manners require a smile for the wedding couple. She tucks the ring hand under the table because she can’t stand being the one to show it.
Mario doesn’t look at her hand. He watches her face. She notices his eyes flick to her left hand now, late and slow, as if a new thought is walking through a crowded room. Her heart misinterprets it for all kinds of things.
“You’re engaged?” he asks, not accusing, simply fact-checking the new universe between them.
She nods. “Yeah. We,he proposed at a tiny seaside village. He cooks badly but loves my burnt toast.” She tries to make her voice light and flippant; instead it breaks. “We were both surprised it worked. He’s kind. He’s gentle. He likes that I can be loud and still quiet.”
Mario laughs then, but it’s not warm. “He gets the quiet parts of you.”
“He does,” she says. “And that’s why I came back.” The punch bowl is gone from her hand now. She set it down. “I couldn’t not come to celebrate with people who,who made me who I was.”
Silence stretches. She expects comfort and finds instead Mario’s breath, the same as it was when they were running down alleys and daring each other to climb fences. “You always thought we’d be,” he starts, then stops.
“I did.” She doesn’t sugarcoat any of it. “But then I realised I didn’t want to spend my life thinking of a version of me that was still small and waiting for someone who never asked. I met him on night shift, and he brought me soup when my back locked up, and he stayed when I said I had too many flights that month. He’s the man I choose.”
Mario nods like she’s given him a calculus problem that was never his to solve. “I get that,” he says, and the words are carefully neutral.
They move through the rest of the night,dancing, forced laughter with other old friends, the small town rituals of toasts and awkward photographs. He’s there, and he is kind in a way that used to be dangerously intimate. He tells stories that bloom in her mind like old murals.
At some point, when the band has slowed and the moon is nothing but a white fingernail, they step outside onto the cracked pavement. The air smells like last night’s rain and fried street food. She wraps her coat around herself and notices the way Mario’s hands are tucked into his jacket. Everyone inside is shaking hands and promising to keep in touch; outside, the world does not pretend.
“You know,” Mario says, voice soft like he’s speaking into the cracks, “I always thought you were… brave.”
She looks at him. “I have to be,” she says. “To get on planes and step into strangers’ lives. To go where I’m needed.”
He’s quiet. “You always ran circles around me.” There’s no bitterness there, but there is an ache that is new and old at once. “I wasn’t brave like that.”
“You were brave in other ways,” she counters. “You stayed when it mattered. You were here,this is important too.”
He looks down at a scuff in the pavement, and then he lifts his eyes and sees her hand for the first time tonight. He flinches, just a little. The ring flashes and he sees it as a thing that cuts through the night with a soundless, shining logic. He doesn’t reach for it; he studies it like a bird might study a worm.
“I’m glad you found someone,” he says finally, and the line between glad and something else blurs.
“Thank you,” she says. Her voice is the steady hum of an IV drip,life, rhythm, slow.
“Do you ever think about what might have been?” His question is the most dangerous one he could ask; it opens windows onto rooms they both used to occupy.
“Of course,” she admits. “I thought of it like a daydream that smelled like cheap cookies and playgrounds. But I also thought about how daydreams can be pretty until you step into sunlight.” She searches his face for the boy who used to hide the last piece of cake in his sock drawer. He’s both him and not him,time has carved him different.
He laughs, a hollow sound. “You always said I’d be a poet if I ever opened up.”
“You always said I was dramatic,” she answers softly.
They stand there in the hush of a town that has seen both of them as kids and adults and finds them both familiar and foreign. The reception drifts out to them like a memory you can’t quite hold, and Mario’s shoulders shake as if he’s suppressing something.
“I’m happy for you,” he says. The words are perfume and sting. “I mean it.”
She nods. “I know.” She wants to step forward and touch him, to bridge the street with her fingers and say: You were always part of why I became brave. But she doesn’t. She leaves that small bridge unbuilt.
He looks at her one last time, like he’s memorizing the slope of her jaw, the way the light hits her hair. “Take care on the road,” he says, because there are small ways to mean larger things.
“You too, Mario.”
He watches her walk away, a figure threading through the crowd, moving toward a life that includes someone else’s hands. She knows he will go home and be awake long into the night thinking of the small things,the sound of her laugh, the way she tied her running shoes, the smell of jasmine on her skin. She knows he’ll take comfort in the memory of their shared streets. She knows the ache will hang heavy and not be soothed tonight.
She keeps walking, and the ring on her finger catches the light, and the town hums its familiar, stubborn song. No one hugs him goodnight. No one softens the moment. There is only the aching, honest business of moving forward.
[Funfact: She's my favorite Mario character/ Possibly video game character ever. Whenever I'd play mario kart with my baby brother, he'd always want/let me play Rosalina, not only because I liked her, but because she reminded him of me. That was like his character for me]
She doesn't need to express her emotions with words. She uses her actions instead
She's very motherly towards you and treats you well
She takes care of you and likes you being dependent on her
It makes her feel needed and wanted
With the loss of her own mother, she projects what she wanted for other people
She wants to give what she never had. It fills the sadness inside of her
She's calm and can help resolve your issues in a healthy manner
She is a good listener and is always helpful to you
She wants you to be happy and will anything to make you happy
She's a calm and collected and knows how to handle any situation
She has a nice voice and she loves to sing for you and hum
Sometimes her mother's voice comes back to her when she's watching the nice sky and because of everything she does for you, you listen to her
Trying to be organized so each color is for somebody :) MORE NOTES UNDER THE CUT
It's a me! Mario
It doesn't truly matter who is the big spoon/little spoon, as long as you guys are both comfy
May talk but usually quiets down after a while
Has nightmares of the past so like, take care of the short king
Remember the catsuit from the fight scene? HE IS JUST LIKE THAT
Does he purr? No BUT. He does make like this sound we he is comfy and only Peach, Luigi, and now you know. (It's like a turtle churring when they're happy, but obviously more human)
He definitely kisses you while your sleeping (and awake)
He's just a nice snuggler honestly
✨Luigi my beloved ✨
When I tell you that he LOVES to be little spoon, YOU BETTER BELIEVE ME.
He can be the big spoon but likes the lil spoon more.
Play with his hair and he will be on CLOUD NINE.
Also has nightmares from the past events and doesn't like to be in a tight hold
It reminds him of the prison in Bowser's castle
He may ramble but mostly it's just sweet nothings and a lot of snuggles
Favorite position is he is being held by you and his face is on your chest
Obviously with a loose hold so he can escape and take a breather when he needs to
He likes his cuddles just not for a long time
Peaches :)
Usually doesn't have a lot of time for cuddles BUT, she always tries to have a little bit of snuggles
Doesn't have the worst nightmares compared to Mario and Luigi so she's okay mostly
Holding each other would be the favorite position
Spooning is just a classic and (depending on size) is the big spoon
She will be the little spoon since it helps her to relax from being royalty
Talks about her day and everything and just like mario, will quiet down after awhile
She will start talking again but it is mostly just some sweet nothings and "Hey, remember when we..." things like that
Gives forehead kisses while your asleep and loves when you kiss her cheek :)
Cuddles don't last as long as the rest of the crew BUT, she loves and cherishes them more
DK! DONKEY KONG IS HERE!
Probably the king of cuddles because he is literally a giant teddy bear
Big spoon definitely but favorite position would be him putting his head in your lap
TOUCH THE FUR. DO IT. HE LOVES IT
The order of how he rolls is like make-out, cuddles, more kisses, talking or silence, sleep, and the when y'all wake up, it's more cuddles
Won't let you go and do important things because he said so
After fights, it is definitely more quiet and it's just relaxing or fixing up bruises and wounds
Doesn't have complete nightmares and usually the terrors are when he is awake
He usually rants about either himself, the kingdom, his dad not really showing anything, or the fight that just happened.
When its about the personal stuff, he is way more snuggly and less smirks and macho personality
Will hold you very tight if a nightmare does happen
Basically, this guy is a teddy bear with emotions
after he takes his bath is when his fur the most fluffiest
THE KING OF THE KOOPAS
He's an okay cuddler
definitely big spoon and favorite position would be spooning
You tried to be the big spoon but that ended in slight injuries
Loves when you rub his shell and spikes
Too many people interrupt you two to the point that there is a literal sign on you guy's door that say "DONT EVEN OR ELSE YOU WILL BE BURNED INTO A KOOPA CHIP"
He has kept his promise and now 1/8 of the Koopa army are dry bones
Does play piano for you when you sit on his lap while playing
Does he purr? He churrs like an actual turtle when he's comfy
How you found that out was when brushing on his spikes
Only Kamek and you know about this
It's like a deep churr to where you can feel it in your bones
Will not let you go if you do stay to cuddle unless some poor creature comes in
Which, because of the sign, no one will
YOUR STUCK
He is a softy and cuddles really do make a turtle come out of his shell
