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periwrinkledoodles · 2 months ago

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The Princess' Delight

Having newly discovered that she is no longer alone, Princess Peach quizzes the plucky plumber Mario on all things human—especially of the amusing kind. Takes place during the travel montage of The Super Mario Bros. Movie. Enjoy ^^ (Posted this on AO3 on my old account, thought I'd reupload it with some art ^^)

A human? An ACTUAL human?!?!

My mind was still reeling from the fact that my entire existence had just been shattered. But in a heartwarmingly pleasing way that I'd never felt before.

I, Princess Peach Toadstool of the Mushroom Kingdom, had considered myself the last of my kind for the duration of my life. You see, I am human, but I had never encountered one who even remotely resembled me. Not even my parents. And while the benevolent Toads did an astounding job in raising and caring for me, even bestowing on me the honor to lead them as their Princess, my heart still ached with the pangs of loneliness and isolation.

However, all this has changed in a mere instant, faster than my brain has currently been able to process. I've just met a human man named Mario, as he dashed through the castle halls in pursuit of my assistance. Not only has this Mario opened my eyes and soul to a world full of people like me, with his kind smile and patient understanding, but there is talk of his twin brother! We are currently on our way to save Luigi and my kingdom from Bowser, my lifelong nemesis, and we worriedly rushed to the Jungle Kingdom to seek help.

But I should be foolish if I did not spend this opportunity to learn everything I possibly could about humanity. To think of all the things I've never known! Luckily for us, our journey permitted us to stop at Yoshi's Island, a serene land of ethereal beauty, home to the most adorable of creatures, the Yoshis. We opted to take a break and consume some vitals.

"Mario!" I called. "We can make a stop here, I think you'll love it."

"Oh…yay…whoopie…" Mario huffed tiredly, weakly waving his arm.

The resilient plumber had insisted on having few pauses in his journey to reunite with his little brother. But after a grueling training session and the relentless heat of the Sand Kingdom, the trek had finally taken its toll on him. I admired his strength.

Mario flopped face-forward on the ticklish grass, and deeply sighed in relief. He reminded me of my kittens back home; they usually performed a similar action when they wished to not be bathed, and I giggled in remembrance.

"So, I take it you're hungry?" I asked with a gentle smile, removing Mario's hat and fanning him. The red man "mmphed" gratefully, and I proceeded to set down a fluffy blanket and a basket.

"Pik-nik," Mario mumbled.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I said. What was that strange word?

"Pik-nik…" he said, "it was nice of you to bring a pik-nik, Princess."

"Please, call me Peach," I replied. "But what is a pik-nik?"

Mario sat up. "Well, isn't that what you're doing? With the basket and blanket…?"

"I suppose we have different words for things," I suggested. "We call this a farmer's meal…because when a farmer is finished working, they like to reflect on their fields by sitting among them and eating its produce."

"Oh, that makes sense," Mario agreed. "We call it a picnic, which is P-I-C-N-I-C."

"What does that word mean?" I inquired, as we settled on the feathery-soft towel.

"…Uh…I'm not exactly sure!" Mario laughed. "'Lotta times we just have words for things and we don't know why."

Interesting…so humans aren't always curious enough to know the origins of their reality…they just accept it…

"Here!" I said, offering him some of the basket's contents. "That's strawberry puff pastries, a ham-and-cheese pocket, and pressed Yoshi Berry juice."

Mario gracefully accepted the meal, his eyes glittering with excitement as he began to eat. I suppose this would be his first venture into our cuisine—at least, if you don't count the mushrooms, which the plumber seems to find distasteful.

"Wurt, did you sayr 'purcket'?" Mario asked, pointing to ham-and-cheese item as he chewed.

I chuckled. "I assume you have another word for it?"

"Yeah, hello! It's a 'sandwich!' Duh," he said playfully, knowing full well I was probably going to ask about sand witches.

"You people have such funny names," I giggled. "And you don't even understand why!"

Crumbs cascaded down Mario's adorably chubby, crimson-hued cheeks as he opened his mouth. "Nuwnuwnuw, I can terr you dis one," he said around another mouthful. He then must've remembered his manners, as he blushed and swallowed his food before speaking.

"Sorry, I'm so hungry…It's said that the sandwich is so named because of this old dude, who was the Earl of the Sandwich Islands," he began.

"You don't refer to actual 'sand witches', right?" I asked him.

"No, of course not," he laughed. "They took one letter out. Anyway, the legend goes that this dude wanted to see what some ham between bread tasted like, and once he did he fell in love with it. So he named it after the islands."

"Sandwich, huh…" I murmured. I wonder what other sort of tall tales lay within history?

Mario and I contentedly consumed our lunch in silence, with the sun gently kissing the aromatic flowers as the river leaped about. Now, Mario lay on his back, his compactly full belly sitting like a trophy of the food he so voraciously enjoyed. The wind tickled the plumber's neatly groomed stache, and a warm smile spread nearly wider than his ears.

"Peach…I think my mama might be out of a job," Mario loudly whispered to me.

I blushed and laughed. "Oh, I couldn't! I'm sure your mother makes fine dishes, far better than me."

"Yeah, maybe you're right…" he said with a wistful sigh. His lapis eyes, usually shinier than any crystal, dimmed a bit at this statement. As much as he tried to be brave, I knew that Mario was still very much confused as to why he was separated from his family…especially his dear little brother. I laid my silk-gloved hands upon his shoulder in reassurance, and I thought of a brilliant idea to take his mind off things.

"Mario," I began, "what do humans do for fun?"

The glint of Mario's eyes swiftly returned. "Fun? Well, my dear, I'd be more than happy to instruct you in the world of pleasantries and amusement," he chuckled in a funny, elegant accent, later revealed to me as "British." "But first, I must ensure you understand the art of fun, yes?"

I set aside my crown and laid on the emerald grass besides him. "Of course I do!"

A mischevious grin spread across Mario's face. "Prove it."

I quickly searched my mind for ideas, until I settled on a splendid option. I presented two Tanooki Leaves, handing Mario one of them.

Mario scrunched his face in confusion. "Um…Peach, what's this?"

"Eat it!" I encouraged him. "You'll see."

"You tryna make me a vegan or somethin'?" Mario laughed, as he hesitantly swallowed the Leaf whole. "First you stuff me with mushrooms, now this…"

Mario's jovial demeanor slowly changed to one of surprise and curiousity. The Leaf immediately took effect, sprouting soft fur in shades of brown and its trademark tail and ears. Mario yelped at this transformation, gaping at me in shock.

"WHAT YOU DO TO ME????" he exclaimed.

"It's a Tanooki Leaf," I informed him. "It allows you to float after you jump! And if you run fast enough, you can even fly!"

"Wait. I can FLY?!" Mario gasped. Before I could answer him, Mario leaped up and began running alongside the riverbank, and pretty soon, the Power-Up allowed him to take flight.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!! THIS IS AMAAAAAAAAAAZINNNNNNNNNNNNGGG!!!!" he yelled joyfully. "WAIT!!!!! HOW DO I GET BACK DOWN???????!!!!!!!!"

"Just wait for me!!" I called. I ate my Leaf and rose to assist Mario, my dress now hued with shades of autumn.

Mario flailed about as I approached him, but he honestly didn't seem to care if he fell. I gently grabbed his waist and held him steady, as he panted in exhiliration.

"Why is this world so weird??" he giggled. "Lu's gonna flip when he hears this!"

"Well, do I pass? Does this meet the criteria for fun?" I said.

"YES!!! A THOUSAND PERCENT YES!!!" Mario cried gleefully. We both giggled as if we were children again, though I suppose one never loses their inner child.

"Well, come on, then! There's some things I want to show you!" I held out my hand in invitation, and Mario gladly accepted it, a rosy blush returning to his cheeks once more.

Yoshi's Island is full of hidden gems and surprises, and its natural beauty remains intact. The Kingdoms of the world all signed a pact to protect this island and its inhabitants, so that everyone could enjoy it for generations past, present, and future. To share such a dazzling place with someone I knew in my heart would become very special to me, is a blessing I am beyond grateful for.

"Look!" Mario pointed. "Are those Yoshis??"

"Yep!" I replied. The multicolored dinosaurs frolicked about, grazing on the delicious Yoshi Berries and playfully prancing with one another. A few of them spotted us, and warmly waved at us. Yoshis have always been docile and friendly creatures.

"Hiiii Yoshis!!" Mario yelled as he enthusiastically waved back. More giggles erupted from him; I don't think he had felt such joy in a very long time.

"You know…if you're gentle, one of those Yoshis might befriend you. Then they'll let you ride on their back," I told him.

Mario paused in mid-flight and gaped at me once again. "You're serious?????"

"Come see for yourself!" I called as I began to descend. Mario eagerly followed.

We soon landed on the grass, this time being more wet as the river became more frothy in this region. Mario had a somewhat ungraceful tumble, but he couldn't care in the slightest.

"Show me how to do it!" he cried.

I motioned for silence, as I spotted a pair of younger Yoshis, one pink and one green. Perfect.

"You don't sneak up on the Yoshis," I began to explain, "because they'll assume you want to eat them. Then they will run away, and you will almost always lose a race with a Yoshi."

"So how do you approach them?" Mario whispered.

"Like so…" I replied, slowly raising myself to a full stance so that the Yoshis could see me. Mario copied me, raising his hands, and we openly but gently approached the cute creatures. The Yoshis, being curious, began to come towards us as well, once they realized we were not a threat. The green Yoshi was especially curious about Mario, because they were vaguely familiar with me, but had never seen anyone like the plumber before.

I placed my hand on the pink Yoshi's nose, allowing it to get to know my scent. Soon after, the Yoshi trilled and lowered its backside, an indication that I had won its favor and I was allowed to ride it. I mounted it, and found Mario in an adorable pickle.

"Hey, lil' guy! Whatcha doin'??" he gasped as the green Yoshi wrestled Mario to the ground and eagerly licked his face. Mario laughed uncontrollably as he admitted defeat.

I snorted. "I think he likes you!" I teased him.

"Come help me!" he cried mockingly. "He's gonna eat me!"

My Yoshi brought me to the scene of the crime, and I rubbed the green Yoshi's back. He looked up, slobber dribbling down his rounded chin. Mario wheezed from his giggles, and extended his arm so I could help him up. I did so, and turned to Mario's Yoshi as if chastising him.

The sweet dino lowered his head in apology, and I smiled as I rubbed his head. "I think you owe our friend a proper introduction."

The Yoshi agreed, and went to nuzzle his nose against Mario's fuzzy face. Mario grinned and hugged the green creature tightly. "You such a cute boi! Yes you are," he cooed. "I'll be your buddy!"

Both of our Yoshis cheered, and Mario's new friend lowered his back in turn. Mario hesistated for a moment before mounting the small dino, his face beaming with awe.

"This is so cool!" he exclaimed.

I laughed. "Come! We flew a considerable distance from our spot, we should head back. There's a scenic route we can take."

"Wait, are the Yoshis coming with us?" Mario wondered.

"No, they'll stay here," I said. "But whenever we come back here, they'll recognize us. And if they trust us enough, then they'll come live with us."

"Oh, wow. Talk about loyalty!"

I softly stroked my Yoshi's scales. "It is an honorable thing to earn a Yoshi's loyalty."

With the sun beginning to sink in the western skies, Mario and I rode off and made our way back.

Having reached our spot, we dismounted from our Yoshis and hugged them goodbye. Mario even kissed his Yoshi's cheek, and he lathered spit on Mario yet again. On our way back, Mario oohed and aahed at all of the wonderful species of flora that sprawled across the Yoshi's forests, and we chattered nonstop about the activities humans amuse themselves with. There was talk of "basket ball" and "foot ball", "video games", "movies", and so many things I was desperately eager to see. As the trip neared its end, Mario vowed that once his little brother was rescued, Yoshi's Island would be the first destination he would show him, and the three of us would do all of these activities together.

The Yoshis trilled their goodbyes and dashed away, leaving the plumber and I to pack up. Despite our adventure, I noticed that Mario seemed down as he deactivated his Power-Up.

"Mario? Are you OK?" I asked.

"Oh…yeah, I'm fine," he said as his normal clothes returned. "It's just…I feel guilty having had all this fun while my brother is suffering."

I sighed in sympathy and finished packing our "picnic" basket. I hugged Mario, patting his back in encouragement. "You and your brother are going to have so many adventures together," I told him. "Your brother knows you love him, and he knows you're not just slacking off and neglecting him."

Mario faintly smiled. "I know…but, I feel it. I feel his fear. I feel him crying out to me. I feel him…getting hurt."

I paused our embrace. "You do??" I gasped.

"Yeah," he sighed. "We're twins…we can always feel each other, even if we're a million miles apart."

I bent down and made direct eye contact with Mario, hoping he could see my determination. "Well, that means he felt your joy just now," I said firmly. "So even through Luigi's peril, even though you two are not physically together, you are still helping him."

Mario quietly gasped, as if he had not considered this.

"We will rescue your brother," I asserted. "I promise."

Mario smiled more genuinely, and hugged my waist. "Thank you, Princess."

I smiled affectionately, and fondly ran my fingers through his hair.

"Please…call me Peach."

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s-creations · 2 years ago

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The Younger Brother

Takes place right after 'Stare Them Down'.

The horrible night has ended and everyone can start to make a recovery. Until Wario's faced with his future and his past in a way he wasn't ready for.

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Waluigi & Wario (Nintendo) Warnings/Additional Tags: First meetings, Violence is loose but there, there is cursing!, sequel, this takes place a few hours after the first one ends, we're growing as people!, Peach and Wario have a history!

Inspired by @weevmo's work.

Art Cover made by @weevmo

The regular hustle and bustle of the castle’s town was interrupted as a loud engine roar broke through the day-to-day activities. Multiple eyes from the civilians turned towards the entrance to their town. Fearfully still as a familiar motorbike slowed its speed and rolled down the main street towards the castle.

Wario was fully focused on his towering destination. Pointedly ignoring the watchful eyes as he pushed his motorbike further down the paved road. His inner voice reminded him of his still recovering passenger and that he needed to get to Peach quickly. Recovery shouldn’t take place in a sidecar.

In a few minutes, Wario was rolling up to the front doors. The soldiers positioned outside with their rather sorry excuse for spears tensed as Wario stopped. The larger form quickly got off the bike, tossing his helmet into the back basket.

“What business do you have-”

“You need to get your medical people and Princess Peach. Now!” Wario’s demanding voice cut the Toads off. Both looking a little fearful but darting off into the castle without another word. “Didn’t need both of you to go, but alright.”

Pushing that aside, Wario turned back to his motorbike. More so on the passenger side car.

Mario could barely be seen. Hidden by a large purple helmet and an even larger leather jacket. Even with this, it was clear he was still fast asleep. Head leaning over to one side. The jacket moving in time with his steady breathing. Uncaring about what was happening in the world around him. Too bad Wario was there to ruin the moment.

Removing the helmet and jacket were easy. Mario’s hat was still resting in his lap. Moving slowly, because it was unclear how the hero was going to react, Wario placed a hand on the other’s shoulder. When there were no sudden jolts or movements of being pulled back to reality, he gently shook Mario.

“Hey, come on mini me, we’re here. You need to wake up.”

It took longer than Wario was comfortable with. He knew the effects of Boo's venom were going to linger slightly. That didn’t make the waiting game any easier.

A few seconds passed before dull blue eyes slowly opened. Confusion dawning on the hero’s face. “Where are we?”

“Back at the Mushroom Castle. Peach will be coming out soon and-”

“Peach?” Faster than what Wario was expecting, Mario was out of the sidecar. Only a few steps away before collapsing onto his knees.

“Hey, whoa, what do you think you’re doing!” Wario panicked as he rushed over,”You can’t push yourself like that, you’re still recovering.”

“I-I thought you said the venom was out?”

“Oh, and do you think you’re just passed this all, side-effect free, just like that? You seem to forget that your arm is absolutely shredded right now and I got the majority of that venom out. You’re not out of the woods yet. Give me a hand, let’s get you up.”

Just as Mario got back onto shaky legs, a flood of people came rushing out from the castle. At the front was a frantic looking Peach.

“What happened?” While the princess didn’t shout, there was heavy desperation heard in her voice. Reaching out to carefully take Mario’s free hand.

“I’ll explain in a second,” Wario stated before turning to the numerous Toads wearing little white coats. “Um…I’m going to assume doctors?”

They nodded.

“Good, you need to listen closely to me. Mario needs to rest, but you need to keep a very close eye on him. If there are any indications at any point that he’s having a nightmare, you wake him up. Fully. Make sure he knows where he is and can answer basic answers correctly before you let him sleep again. Got it?”

Another round of frantic nods. Having said what he needed to, Wario held out the human’s hand that he’d had a hold of. It was a quiet exchange. The hero numbly walking forward as the small group of medical Toads lead him into the castle proper. It was slightly worrying at how muted it all was.

Eventually, Peach broke the heavy silence. Her voice shook slightly as she said, “Wario…please say you know what’s going on.”

Wario gave a silent nod, not looking forward to this conversation.

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“Boos?”

Peach and Toadsworth questioned the given information simultaneously. Clearly confused as to what these creatures were. Which confirmed one major thing for Wario. This was the first documented case of a Boos infestation in the Mushroom Kingdom.

“Yeah, I’m not really sure what they are. I’m not a full blown expert on the guys. What I do know is that they’re drawn to extreme negative emotions. Like anger, sorrow…others. They also like abandoned places, probably for the same reason. Places are forgotten for a reason.”

“What about Mario? What happened to him?” Peach asked.

“Boos have venom that causes their victims to hallucinate their worst fears.”

“Mario was attacked? Is he okay, what do we need to-”

“Peach, I need you to calm down.” Wario reached out to place his hands on the princess’ shoulders. Ignoring the look of indignation that crossed Toadsworth’s face as Wario was more worried about Peach. “Listen to me, okay? I was able to neutralize the majority of the venom before it became too severe. He’s going to be loopy and tired for a bit, but Mario’s past the worst of it, he’ll be okay.”

“You know how he looked. Mario is not okay.”

“He’s better than he would have been.”

“...What do we do now?”

“Let him sleep. Mario will be better by tomorrow, in the afternoon at the latest.”

Peach let out a slow breath. Shoulders dropping as she nodded. “Okay…there’s nothing more we can do for him?”

“Medically, no.” Peach took notice of the clear pause in Wario’s words, but didn’t press.

“I would like to turn this conversation back to the infestation,” Toadsworkth spoke up, “Do you know why these Boos would want to claim that city? It’s not abandoned and I’m doubtful our citizens would have such heavy emotions while working there.”

“You don’t think Toads would be fearful? Being so close to the Dark Kingdom? Really?” There was a moment of silent satisfaction watching the stuffy Toad’s face fall. “Look, the idea was sound on paper. But it’s not a comforting sight to wake to an enemy kingdom right outside your window.”

“So, the city is a lost cause.” Peach concluded.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Well…then we shall move from this with our heads high. In more ways than one” Peach turned to Toadwroth, who was clearly still muddling over Wario’s words. “Toadsworth, would you be so kind as to collect Wario’s payment for his help in this situation?”

“What?” Wario and Toadsworth choked out together.

“It’s really the most we can do! Discovering what the issue was and helping our kingdom’s hero? I would deem that to be the worth of… Hmm, 30,000 gold sounds good. Could you gather that for me, Toadsworth? I would like to have a word with Wario before he departs.”

The elder Toad was clearly flabbergasted by this statement, but didn’t argue back. Casting a judgemental glance to Wario before leaving the two behind. There was no argument on Wario’s part either. Allowing himself to be pulled further into the castle.

Peach didn’t seem interested in talking right away. Appearing casual as they traversed the highly decorated hallway. To their left were wide arching windows, showing the castle town nestled below. The sky a perfect blue with the sun bright and hanging over the small homes. It was all weirdly calm. Which was starting to freak Wario out.

“How have you been?” Peach asked suddenly. Wario not pleased to admit he jumped slightly by the interrupted quiet.

“Ah…fine? I mean, nothing to really complain about.”

Peach hummed softly, clearly not convinced. “It’s been so long since we’ve actually talked.”

“Well, you became the official ruler and had all that responsibility dumped onto you. Figured you could use some breathing room.”

“I’ll be honest. It’s hard to ‘breathe’ when the atmosphere is sucked up by hot heads.”

Wario cackled at that. Only remaining upright because of Peach’s hold on his arm. Her own giggles sounded in the grand hallway as well. “Oof, I can only imagine how painful that is.”

“Do you remember when you put a dirt bomb in the meeting room?”

“Grambi above, that was years ago. Some of my best work if I’m being honest. Who was that pompous ass that got the face full?”

“Churees, the neighboring prince.”

“Right! How did such chill parents create such a…a…”

“Pompous ass?”

Wario gave an over dramatic gasp as Peach giggled again. “Your highness!”

“Oh, shut up. If you can say it, so can I.”

“Ah, but you are royalty! It’s not becoming of you to say such horrid things.”

“Whatever.”

They shared a few more chuckles before silence fell over once more. Wario felt a bit more at ease as they stopped before one of the many wide windows. Spending a few seconds watching as the greenery swayed in the gentle breeze.

“What do you think about Mario?”

Well, there goes that calm feeling.

Before all of this, Wario would have claimed that Mario was a fake. Someone just playing a part to get attention that he didn’t deserve. Now, however, he wasn’t quite sure. Wario supposed he had been right, just for the wrong reason. So, what were his thoughts now?

“Why are you asking?” Wario mumbled weakly.

“Because the last time you two were in the same room, you were acting…strange. I was worried about you. You seemed… You seemed angry. At him. Then you both show up here this morning, with Mario barely awake and you…”

“Yeah?”

There was a spike of panic when Peach faced him properly. Wario forced himself to remain staring out the window. Biting the inside of his cheek as he waited for a reply.

“The last time I’ve ever seen you that worried was when Waluigi left for New Donk City.”

That comment hit Wario like a punch to the gut. He recalled that day. How the quiet morning started with finding a note left by his brother on the kitchen table. Stating the younger brother was tired of their ‘shitty life’ in their home town in the slowly peeling home they’d been stuck in since childhood and how he was going to strike out on his own.

Wario had been in full panic, re-reading the note to make sure he was seeing what he thought. Racing out the door to the Mushroom Kingdom before the sun fully entered the sky. Spilling all his worries, fears, and panic to a calm and understanding Peach.

“...So what?” Was all Wario could offer after the long pause.

Peach merely smiled sympathetically, as if she knew this was poking at Wario’s walls. Forming little cracks in the shaky foundation. “So, considering you looked ready to kill Mario the first time you met and are now frantic over his well-being-”

“Not frantic, just concerned. There’s a difference.” Wario grumbled.

“Is there? Either way, it doesn’t change the fact that something has happened. Your opinion of Mario has changed. What occurred out there?”

“We talked…and maybe I learned some things.” Wario crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. Eyes now pointed at the floor. “He’s not as…pompous as I thought.”

“Well, at least that’s something. What did you two talk about, if I may ask.”

“A lot but nothing really. Found out he has a brother. So, yeah.”

Peach’s eyes widened in surprise. “He told you about Luigi?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh,Wario, that’s wonderful! Mario’s usually reserved when it comes to his brother-”

“What’s this about Peach?” He knew he sounded harsh. But Wario was a little fed up with the weird back and forth, and the night's events were catching up.

Peach didn’t seem to mind, though, as her smile was still as relaxed. “I have a proposal. If you’d be willing to hear me out.”

“...Alright.”

“You have more knowledge about what lies beyond this kingdom's borders. Compared to anyone I know, even myself. Is there…a way for me to convince you to help Mario in his endeavors?”

Wario raised a brow at this. “You…want me to train him?”

“Kind of. Physical training, being able to fight and using the power ups, we’ve been able to handle just fine. But Mario’s unaware of what awaits him in this world. As am I, if I’m still learning about new creatures. With the face that Mario is a ‘hands on’ kind of person. I’m hoping you could…tag along with him? On occasion. Help him see the world for what it is, train him to observe, to understand better.”

“I’m not a cheerleader, Peach.”

“I’m asking for more of a mentor. Plus, I’ll be happy to pay-”

“I’m not a charity.”

“Will you please stop being so stubborn and let me help you, for once in your life!”

Wario’s cold exterior crumbled when Peach’s voice rose. Her temper echoing in the hallway, eye alight with fury directed towards the other. Wario still held his tongue, even as Peach’s features began to soften.

“Wario, I’m asking you as a friend, please.”

Wario, on his part, frowned in thought. Sure, he’d made the offer to mentor Mario before. It was honestly just to get under the human’s skin. To tease the other into a familiar fighting mood to bring the atmosphere back to normal. But now that everything’s calmed down and the human was safe… Wario wasn’t sure if that was the best idea.

“...I’m not the person you want around your precious hero, princess. I’m sure there are plenty of people in other kingdoms and worlds that would happily help. I don’t think a disgruntled scumbag would be the best person for the job.”

“I think…that you need to give yourself more credit,” Wario tensed slightly as Peach gently took his hands in her own, “You’re the only person I trust with this.”

“Dumb decision, really.”

“Wario, please.”

“You’re also assuming that Mario would want me around him.”

“If he’s lowered his defenses enough to talk about Luigi-”

“That was a moment of weakness. Trust me, if he was in his right mind he would have no intentions of telling me about his life.”

“Aren’t you tired of arguing?”

That was a strange question. “What?”

Peach huffed. “I’m not asking you to change your personality, or who you are. But I’m hurt every time you decide to prove everyone right in the wrong way. Yes, you’re not very clean. Yes, you have a brash personality.”

“Okay, didn’t know I was just going to be insulted…”

“But I also know you care deeply about others. That you’re more than willing to help in any way that you can. You’re a hard worker, you do right by a lot of people. And you’re not one to just leave people alone. Knowing what you know now, about Mario, do you think you could just…leave?”

Wario was called out on his bluff. He breathed through his nose slowly before answering with, “I’m still unsure…”

“...Alright, that’s fair. This is a lot to ask of you, but I would like you to think about it. I can have Toadsworth transfer the money to you, you don’t need to stay.”

Something heavy settled in Wario’s stomach at the idea of leaving it all like this. The worrying, nagging voice suddenly gained volume. Before he could stop himself, Wario quickly voiced, “I’ll stop by the medical wing before I go. Just…you know, to check up. To see that your so-called ‘professionals’ know what they’re doing.”

Peach smiled knowingly, but merely gave a nod, “Of course. I’m sure you know the way.”

As the princess started to walk back towards the entrance, Wario gained another wave of courage. Calling out to Peach before she could turn the corner.

“What marks this Mario as the kingdom’s ‘hero’?”

Peach’s smile wilted slightly. “That’s…a good question. A better question is…why is it both of them?”

And with that, she disappeared behind the wall.

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Quick movements shifted to a halt when Wario walked into the medical room. The other looked up and tensed, finding numerous eyes staring him down. The awkwardness only fell away when one of the Toads stepped forward.

“I-I’m assuming you want to check up on Mario?” The squeaky voice asked.

“...Sure.” Wario didn’t have the energy to argue, considering the Toad was correct, and merely followed the other back.

Mario was the only patient in the large room. Dressed now in plain white garments that matched the sterile white bed sheets. His right arm was better dressed in clean wrappings with no spots of red being seen. Fast asleep, seeming to not have a care in the world or to even be aware of it.

“Mario has shown no negative signs that you warned us about. He pretty much fell asleep when we got him down.” The Toad offered as Wario took one of the nearby chairs.

“Good…” Was the only comment given.

The Toad, determining there was not much else needed from them, gave a nod and walked off. Joining the rest of his companions in their small office. The door left open so they could no doubt keep an eye on the overall room. Wario was left at the bedside. Feeling awkward and wishing he’d left when he’d been given his out.

He shifted weakly in the uncomfortably small chair.

Wario hated to admit how close Peach had been to getting to the reason. He was in a weird situation, if he was going to be honest. Because he didn’t feel that a huge moment had been made with the human. Wario doubted that Mario would suddenly be open to help from someone he didn’t trust. Especially for so long. One weird event didn’t suddenly change an opinion.

But for Wario, he was seeing the other in an uncomfortably familiar light. Even if the coloring was different.

Similar situations, but different outcomes. Wario was the villain and played the part because he didn’t have the energy to care anymore. Mario put into the hero role and was fearful of how it was all going to turn out. But at least the hero had a better chance of backing out of this position if he wanted it…right?

It was all a mess. One that Wario couldn’t just break from, apparently..

Was it a worry of knowing what situation Mario was in and being unable to leave him to possibly drown?

Was it Wario hoping and working towards a possibly better outcome for the other?

Was this all a stupid attempt to have Wario feel that he had some control over an aspect of his life? Of being able to keep someone else safe after failing his own brother?

Was this a pity pull to help others not see him as a troublemaker anymore?

Wario’s thoughts were broken when there was a sudden surprised cry of ‘Luigi!’ coming from the numerous Toads. Drawing his eyes up, Wario found a frantic looking human standing in the doorway. Immediately noting the similar features between the human standing and the one currently sleeping.

The human who was awake and moving completely ignored the crowd of Toads. Pushing past them easily as he made his way towards Mario’s bed, stopping on the other side from where Wario sat.

Now closer, Wario could clearly see the distress heavy over the other’s face. Hands shaking as they hung in midair. Clearly stuck on figuring out what he was supposed to do now that he was here.

“Would you lot shut up!” Wario’s voice quieted the insistent Toads, who had been speaking over each other in an ‘attempt’ to say what was wrong. Wide eyes landing on the larger form. Wario now standing up to glare at them. “You’re not helping this! Back off and give the poor guy a break, go!”

The Toads immediately scampered off. Wario only sat back down when the smaller forms busied themselves. Worrying slightly to find that the other human hadn’t moved yet.

“Hey… Hey, you okay?” Wario was quiet this time. Calmly reaching out to place a hand on the other’s wrist.

The human twitched slightly, fearful blue eyes snapping up to Wario. Relaxing as if realizing where he was. “Yeah… Yeah, I’m okay.”

“You sure about that? Seem a little lost in thought.”

There was no reply this time. Hands instead were bright close to the other’s chest, clasping them together, a thumb rubbing the back of his other hand silently.

Wario frowned. Nervous tics…anxiety? If this is who he thought it was, which the name was given by the Toads, this stance would make sense. Looking around to locate another chair, Wario grabbed his and the other free one. Joining the other on one side. Putting both chairs down, Wario sat and placed his hand on the other’s shoulder.

“Hey, take a load off. He’s not going to be waking for a while.” Wario’s voice was low and even, hoping that it was calming towards the other. Hand still in place, he applied a little pressure in order to get the human to sit down. Smiling in triumph as the other lowered himself down.

“Correct me if I’m wrong. But you’re Luigi, right?”

Luigi slowly nodded, eyes not leaving Mario. “Yeah…”

It was the first time he’d spoken and Wario frowned at how small Luigi sounded. That…wasn’t good.

Pushing past the worry, he continued, “I’m Wario.”

That pulled Luigi’s attention away from his brother. Eye, blue eyes landing on Wario.

“I’m…going to assume Mario has talked a bit about me to you before?”

“Oh…yeah, a few times. Has he…talked about me to you?”

“...Sure, in a way.”

Luigi wasn’t calmed by that answer. Seeming able to pick up on the underlying meaning behind the pause. “Do you…know what happened?”

Wario faulted at that. He didn’t want to tip-toe around this, like the other was made from glass. But Mario didn’t really explain how Luigi would handle situations or how much the younger brother was aware of things. “We just had a run in with a…new enemy. Mario’s a little roughed up, but he’ll be fine. Promise. He just needs to rest.”

This didn’t seem to offer any comfort. Luigi’s left leg now starting to bounce while his hands were rubbed together. “Mario didn’t mention anything about an enemy… H-He didn’t really tell me anything. J-Just said that Princess Peach had called f-for him before running off. T-Then I get a c-call saying Mario’s been hurt and it sounded back and-”

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay.” Wario immediately but cautiously reached out. One hand resting on Luigi’s back while offering the other out, a silent offer for the younger brother to hold onto it. Which Luigi instantly took.

“You’re okay, it’s going to be fine. I need you to take slow, deep breaths for me, okay? Nice and slow. In…and out… In…and out… There you go, you’re doing great.”

Luigi’s shoulders drooped, seeming to be held up by Wario’s grasp alone, who didn’t really mind. “Feeling better?”

The younger silently shook his head. Eyes shut tight as tears started to fall.

Wario internally groaned, this was not going the way he wanted. He moved to wrap an arm around the smaller form, who didn’t argue this new position. Luigi reaches up to pull his cap over his eyes with one of his hands.

“H-He won’t talk to me…”

That wasn’t the response Wario was expecting. He wasn’t ready to be acting as a therapist, especially after the night he’d just had. But it didn’t look like he had an option. Plus, what else was he going to do today? “What do you mean?”

Luigi swallowed weakly and shook his head. Frantically reaching up to wipe his eyes. “S-Sorry, I-I don’t even know y-you. I-I can’t… Thank you f-for bringing h-him h-home…””

Wario wasn’t taking that, giving the younger’s shoulder a gentle shake. “Nu huh, come on, out with it. What’s going on in that head of yours. And don’t try to worm your way out of this. I have a younger brother too, so I know how to get answers out.”

That somehow got a laugh out of Luigi, but Wario wasn’t going to complain.

A few more beats of silence passed, Luigi exhaling slowly before saying, “Mario…is headstrong. But I’m sure you’re aware of that.”

Now was not the time to be sarcastic, so Wario offered, “More than a little.”

Another small laugh. “When he puts his mind and heart into something, Mario’s really hard to deter from that idea. Normally it’s just tackling a difficult plumbing job or with perfecting a new recipe… But now he’s a hero and…I’m worried he’s going to push himself too far.”

“I’ve tried talking to him, to make sure he isn’t about to do something stupid. That he’s not attempting to take on too much. I know I can’t stop him from this new role. Apparently it’s something we…we both have to carry now…”

Wario didn’t miss the shiver that traveled through Luigi. Recalling the ominous final comment Peach offered before departing. Of Mario’s words from the night before, this new life compared to what they left behind.

“But he’s so focused on this…and I’m worried I’m going to lose him to it.”

“What did you mean when you said he doesn’t talk to you?” Wario gently pushed.

“Because he keeps going on so many adventures and won’t tell me what happens on them. I…I know I’m not the strongest. I’m not a fighter, I’m not built for it. But with me not going, I rely on him to tell me what’s happening. I don’t think he’s aware of that.”

“I-I’m worried he has in his mind that keeping me in the dark is keeping me safe in some way… It honestly just makes it so much worse…”

“Have you…tried talking to him?” Wario offered cautiously

“I don’t know what to say or how to bring it up,” Luigi sniffed, “I’m worried if I talk to him, I’ll just cause more stress. Which is the complete opposite of what I want.”

“But you remaining quiet doesn’t seem to be helping either. It’s clearly affecting your mental well-being. You’re not wrong for wanting to know. Also, I highly doubt you could make him mad.” Wario frowned softly when Luigi didn’t reply. The younger looking at his brother with a heavy frown and clear worry. “Hey…wanna hear a story?”

“Uh…s-sure?”

“I’m an older brother too. We’re not twins, my brother and I, we’re a few years apart. We’re very different compared to you two. My brother’s…a dreamer. Has always hated the way we lived. But I didn’t really know that until it was too late.”

“I thought his standoffish personality was just because he was a brat. He hated heavy manual labor, hated the jobs I found. I didn’t realize he was unhappy until we got into a huge argument. We said a few unkind things. He called me disgusting, I called him a brat, it went on all night.”

Wario bit his lip, feeling a familiar sting entering his heart. But pushed past it to continue. “I didn’t know how unhappy he was until he left. He was gone the next morning. Left only a note and took all his stuff with him. His car was gone and it was just…quiet. His note said that he was tired of being held back because I didn’t think big like him.”

“I realized, months later, that I never actually talked to him. Explaining why I did what I did. I just assumed everything was ‘okay’ in its own broken way. I thought he was a brat, he thought I was just lazy. We never talked about what we actually wanted. How he had dreams…how I just wanted to keep our home in tack and food on the table. Us not talking led to us not seeing each other…”

“...How long has it been since you’ve seen him?” Luigi quietly asked.

“A few years…” Wario cleared his throat and shifted, gently shaking Luigi. “Look, the point of my soap opera life is to tell you to talk to your brother. You have a better relationship with Mario than I have with my own brother. But that can be broken if you let these worries of yours stay quiet.”

“...Suppose you’re right… Thank you, for helping Mario…and for this. I know you two don’t get along.”

“That’s a bit of an understatement. But, it’s fine, I get it,” Wario flashed a wide smile, “Your bro’s just lucky to have someone as amazing as me around to keep an eye on him.”

Luigi laughed softly. “I am as well. I should apologize, I didn’t mean to just…dump all of this on you. Especially with the night you just had…”

“Don’t worry. Just…talk to him, I’m serious. You two seem to have a good relationship. This place shouldn’t be what tears it apart.”

“...Thank you.”

Both turned hearing the door open once more. A blue capped Toad beamed upon finding Wario, waving him over.

“Just I’ll be taking that as my cue to leave.” Wario stood, “You take it easy, alright?”

“Yeah, you too.” Luigi replied softly. Looking a lot calmer than when he first arrived.

Wario chalk that up as a victory, walking over to the awaiting Toad.

“I’ve come to inform you that your funds have been successfully transferred.” The Toad happily squeaked out.

Nodding slowly, Wario’s eyes turned back to the only occupied bed. Luigi had moved closer to comfortably hold Mario’s hand. Wario let out a heavy sigh, Peach’s words returning to the surface once more. Realizing he wouldn’t be able to let this rest as easily as he wanted.

“Care to pass on a message for me?” Wario asked.

“Of course!”

“...Tell Princess Peach that I will agree to her terms… Under one condition.”

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Mario grumbled weakly, slowly waking from his heavy sleep. Somehow not feeling refreshed by the experience. His arms felt stiff as he reached up to rub his eyes. Opening them to find himself resting in the Mushroom castle’s medical wing. An uncomfortably familiar place.

Letting out a small grunt, Mario slowly sat himself up. Attention immediately going to his injured arm. Surprised to find it already unwrapped with the skin healed. The only indication that he’d been previously injured were faint marks that only revealed at an appropriate angle. Mario concluded that he’d been given a few mushrooms while he was asleep.

“Mario?”

A quiet call of his name caused the hero to tense. Not because the call was unexpected. But because of how familiar the voice was.

Looking over, Mario found his brother lying on one of the nearby beds. Still dressed in yesterday's overalls. Green cap resting on the bedside table next to Mario’s red. Brown shoes resting at the foot of the same table. Luigi was clearly waking up as well. The younger slowly shifted to sit while rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

“H-Hey bro, what… When did you get here?” Mario asked, attempting to sound casual. Luigi had never seen Mario this soon after an adventure. The hero was either greeting him, healed, at the front of the castle. Or had made his way back home, already cooking breakfast to greet his younger brother that morning.

This was tearing the curtains down and ripping them to shreds. Mario had never wanted the other to see him like this.

Luigi didn’t seem to mind the situation though, mumbling weakly, “Yesterday afternoon-ish. Peach called me saying you would be staying the night and…I had a bad feeling.”

“A-A bad feeling? Did she s-say anything?”

“Just that you were hurt on your mission.” Now more awake with his eyes cleared, Luigi put his full focus on his now squirming older brother. “Also ran into that Wario fellow you told me about before.”

That caused Mario’s worries to disappear quickly. A little shocked by this. “Wait, he was here? In the room?”

“Right by your bed, yep.”

“Did he hurt you?” Mario’s protective brother stance flared up suddenly. Worried that Wario had said something hurtful or dangerous to Luigi to make the younger brother act like this. “Was he rude? I swear if he-”

“I’m mad at you.”

Mario faulted, anger quickly turning back into fear. Eyes flitting backup to Luigi. Who was now staring at his gloves, his hands gripping each other tightly.

“Why…are you mad?” Mario asked, voice quiet and fearful.

“Were you going to tell me what happened?”

“...Of course-”

“Just like the other times you’ve told me?”

“Luigi-”

“Why don’t you talk to me anymore?”

Another stab to the heart. Mario let out a slow breath. He knew this talk needed to happen, just didn’t think it would be this soon. Or when he was recovering from a rather large scare.

He shifted a bit until he was sitting on the edge of his bed, patting the area next to him. Luigi immediately claimed that spot. Brothers wrapping arms around each other the moment they were within reach. Mario practically melted into the touch, claiming the warmth he’s been missing for what felt like so long. Loving how perfectly Luigi connected to him. The younger tucking his head under Mario’s chin even though he was the taller of the two.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad.” The hero mumbled softly.

“I know…”

“I just didn’t want you to worry.”

Luigi shifted weakly, pressing his ear into Mario’s chest. Picking up the faint but steady heartbeats. “I’m always worried. You rush off to help whoever you can. I get it, you’re just like that, it’s a good quality. But…I’m worried you’re doing too much. I wish you would talk to me. Tell me things. You act like you’re keeping me safe by having me stay in a bubble.”

“...I know… But…”

“We’re somewhere new, no idea what’s going to happen next, and you staying quiet…”

“It’s not helping.”

“Yeah… I may not be a fighter. But I’m a great listener.”

Mario laughed. “Yeah, you are.”

“So, are you ready to talk to me?”

“That sounds so threatening.”

“I’m trying to be serious Mario!”

“Aw, and my baby brother is doing so well.”

Luigi groaned weakly as Mario playfully tugged at one of his cheeks. “Mario. You’re only older by 20 minutes!”

“Still counts! 20 minutes, 20 days, 20 months, I’m older.”

“Why are you being so aggravating!”

“Because it’s my civic duty as the older brother.”

Another groan sounded as Luigi pulled away and flopped onto his back. “So annoying.”

Mario smirked as he laid down as well. “But you love me.”

“Of course I do. I put up with you, that should say enough.”

The playful smile melted into a warm one. Mario reached a foot out to poke Luigi’s side, calling the younger’s attention away from the ceiling. The hero let out a sigh and said, “Peach told me about a new town that was having some trouble. I was supposed to just go and see what the issue was and report back.”

“I’m guessing that’s…not what happened.”

“I found these creatures called Boos.”

“...Boos?”

“Apparently ghosts or something similar to them? With venom that makes you hallucinate your worst fears if you’re bit.”

“Oh, joy, that sounds like fun. Is that what happened to your arm?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure what to do when I faced them. I let my guard down for too long. Little bugger got me good.”

Luigi hummed softly, “Did…Did Wario help?”

“Yeah… I won’t lie, I’m not… I still don’t fully trust that guy. Still a bit too much for me. But…he was a life-saver.”

“He seems like a good guy.”

“He’s okay. Are you still mad at me?”

“No…but only if you stop hiding from me. We’re a team right?”

“Right.”

“So, let’s start acting like it.”

“Deal.”

“Good,” Luigi stood, slipping his shoes on and placing his cap in its rightful place. “Now, I should probably tell someone way more professionally qualified than I that you’re awake.”

“That sounds like a smart idea.”

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Wario nervously sat at the kitchen table. Leg bouncing as his eyes remained on the front door. He really shouldn’t feel this nervous. After all, he called people here with the intention of finally being able to fix up this house. His slowly falling apart childhood house.

But it was still embarrassing to think strangers would be arriving to see the sorry state that he lived in.

Even if Peach assured him she was sending over the best professionals to help.

The door being knocked on broke Wario from his nervous thoughts. Quietly cursing as he frantically righted his knocked over chair. Letting out a huff to try and calm his nerves, Wario straightened himself out now. Stomping forward and flinging open said door.

Only to falter once more, finding Mario and Luigi standing on the other side. Luigi beamed while Mario offered a short nod. Behind them stood a small army of eager looking Toads, all either carrying tools or large boxes.

“Good morning!” Luigi happily announced, “We’re the Mario Brothers and plumbing’s our game! We’ve been asked by Princess Peach, along with our small crew, to help refurbish your home.”

Wario, more than a little surprised by this, had his eyes travel to Mario. “Are you serious?”

Mario straightened his cap and offered his own smirk. “As a heart attack. Now, care to show us the issues you’ve been having?”

The list, apparently, was long.

Rusted pipes that were breaking or were blocked with who even knows what. Water damaged walls and flooring. Old and broken appliances. The outside was overgrown with invasive flora. The roof was missing a number of shingles and the siding was starting to peel.

“How…have you lived like this?” Mario asked, absolutely bewildered as Luigi continued to take notes.

Wario merely shrugged. “Not really home a whole lot. More focused on getting the money over everything else.”

“Yeah…that’s fair.”

The good news was that the house was (somehow) still salvageable. The brothers focused on the plumbing aspects while the Toads worked on the main clean up, reconstruction of the house, and tending to the garden. Wario had been forced at the beginning to just watch this all from the corner of his own home.

Until he decided he wasn’t going to be a wallflower in his own home. Therefore coming to the conclusion that following Mario around was going to be the most entertaining. Not the brothers collectively. Just Mario. But with how close the brothers were, it looked like he was following them both.

There was a lot to gleam from their interactions with each other.

It was clear that Mario took the role of the stoic older brother seriously. Granted, his quiet stern position was due to more having Wario so close than anything else. Probably uncomfortable around the other still. Only offering a warm smile and quiet words when interacting with Luigi. The tension in his shoulders seemed to lift when the younger brother was his focus.

Wario was slightly uncomfortable. Not because he found the clear affection ‘gross’. But because he was bitter in a way he shouldn’t be.

Luigi seemed to be the complete opposite of his brother. Not in a bad way, mind you. Where Mario was quiet, Luigi was very vocal. Either by talking out loud about everything they were doing or by humming some random tune. On occasion pulling Wario into an unprompted conversation. The younger brother was bubbly. Eyes bright with a permanent smile on his face.

Luigi was also a bit…clumsy. Wario still had no idea what had caused the younger brother to trip. Luigi giving a sheepish grin to his clearly worried brother before cleaning up his own mess.

It was strange to see. A healthy family relationship. Wario felt a little weird with how easily they interacted with each other. Shifting nervously, worrying as if he was intruding in some way. Never mind the fact that Wario was supposed to be here. This was his house.

That didn’t mean he felt comfortable as he watched something he wished he could have.

“I think it’s in the van.” Luigi’s voice broke through Wario’s musings. The younger brother digging through his toolbox.

“Go and grab it quick then.” Mario calmly replied, tightening some pipes. “It’s stable for now, we’ve got time.”

“Alright, I’ll be back soon!”

Wario, who had been leaning against the nearby wall, lazily watched as Luigi ran off. Waiting until he was out the door before turning to Mario. The other clearly kept his focus on the exposed wall. Checking things over, even though he just said everything was fine. Wario assumed he was just trying to keep the other away. Too bad for Mario, Wario didn’t care.

“How are you feeling?”

Mario didn’t face Wario. Instead turning from the hold to the same toolbox Luigi had been going through moments before. “Fine.”

“You sure? Not being headstrong with your hero complex?”

“What are you, my dad?”

“More like your mentor. Stupid bleeding heart.” Wario internally grumbled before saying, “Sorry for caring.”

“...Luigi said…you stayed with me.” Mario’s voice sounded unsure, as if what he was saying was absolutely crazy.

“For a while, met your brother… Which you clearly knew because of your comment.”

“Why were you there? I figured you’d want to dump me off and leave as soon as you could.”

“Aw, what, I can’t be worried about my little buddy?” Wario bent down to pull Mario into a tight headlock.

The hero choked slightly by the sudden movement. “You- Would you stop doing that, you meathead! What if I had a tool in my hand?”

“Then you wouldn’t be very professional. Hurting a client and an innocent bystander.”

“There is nothing innocent about you.”

“Such a flatterer you are.”

Mario grunted weakly as he forced himself free. Stumbling to a stop before giving a glare to Wario, straightening out his cap. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah I did.”

“That wasn’t an answer.”

“Well, it’s what you’re going to get.”

“I thought you hated me.”

Well, there’s a gut puncher. Wario’s eyes fell away at that, arms crossing as he felt himself tense. “I told you, we had a heart to heart.”

“And that was enough?”

“It was a start.”

“What does that mean? Do I trust you now? Are we still enemies?”

“You’re an annoying little bug still.”

Mario gritted his teeth. “And you still get on my last nerves. I don’t know what you said to Luigi-”

“I told him you were being an ass for not talking to your own brother.”

“If you hurt him in any way, I will never forgive you.”

“Seems like you’re doing a fine enough job that you don’t need my help.” Wario bit the inside of his cheek, knowing he’d gone way too far with that comment. The hero had actually flinched. Now glaring at the ground. “Just…look, don’t you think there’s a reason as to why I’m saying these things?”

“Because you’re an ass and like to pick at sore wounds.” Mario grumbled.

“Because I’m speaking from life experiences.”

That sentence knocked something in the back of Mario’s memories. Eyes darting around the slowly healing house, as if realizing something was missing. “Where…is your brother?”

Wario wasn’t given a chance to reply. One of the numerous Toad workers came to a shortstop before them. Panting hard as they desperately gestured to the open front door.

“Whoa, hold on little guy, take a few deep breaths. What’s wrong?” Mario spoke gently, leaning closer in case he needed to offer a hand.

The Toad took a few more deep breaths before choking out, “P…Piranha P-Plant… S-Stranger… L-Luigi!”

That was all Mario needed to hear before he was rushing out. Wario close behind.

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Luigi only meant to be gone for a few minutes. Grab what was needed and go back inside.

That plan quickly changed when he heard a number of Toads yelling in fear. Dropping what he had, Luigi rushed towards the side of the house where the noise was coming from. Heart racing upon finding a Toad trapped by three large Piranha Plants. Large mouths with sharp teeth were openly drooling sap onto the ground. A small group of Toads frantically rushed around, unsure of what to do to get their friend free.

Legs moving faster before his mind to come up with an actual plan, Luigi quickly put himself before the Toad and the sharp toothed plants.

“B-Back up!” Luigi choked out. Frantically wondering how this was supposed to help. He’s faced these plants before, he knew they couldn’t exactly be resonated with. What was he thinking rushing in like this? He should have gotten Mario!

Mind racing on figuring out his next move, Luigi was shocked when the three plants actually backed down. Letting out small chirps and curious noises. Casually swaying as they seemed to be watching Luigi.

“Ah…um, thank you?” Luigi whispered in absolute amazement.

Making a break for it, the Toad who’d been hiding behind Luigi ran off. The plants take that as a sign of ‘play’. Eagerly nipping at the fleeing Toad.

“H-Hey, hey, none of that now.” Luigi reprimanded, which didn’t deter them.

Deeming the Toads, the group that was nervously watching nearby, were not worth their attention, the Piranha Plants turned back to Luigi. The younger brother lost whatever bravado he’d been able to build up. Inching back slightly as drooling mouths drew closer once more.

“T-That doesn’t mean you should focus on m-me.” Luigi winced as his back hit a wild growth of purple-leaved bushes. The dense foliage kept the human trapped as eager plants surrounded him.

Shutting his eyes tightly, Luigi turned his head away. Quietly praying that someone would alert Mario about this before it got out of hand. Only to jump when the first ‘attack’ was a gentle bump to his leg. When this wasn’t followed by the sting of pain or the warm flow of lost blood, Luigi dared to peek.

One of the plants, the one Luigi assumed had bumped his leg before, was sniffing around his pocket. The other two eagerly waited nearby. Another bump to his leg, Luigi felt something shift in his pocket. A familiar crinkling sound reached his ear. Realizing that the plant was interested in his partially finished breakfast, a granola bar.

Moving slowly, Luigi grabbed said bar. The Piranha Plants started to chirp eagerly upon seeing the food.

“Are…you just hungry?”

Another round of eager chirps responded.

“Well, suppose I could break this into three.” Luigi struggled slightly to get the pieces even. Eventually ending up with small piles instead of solid bars. “You guys can help me hide the evidence. Don’t think you’ll out me to Mario for not finishing this.”

Each plant waited patiently as Luigi dumped the little mounds of granola into their open mouths. As soon as they finished, it really didn’t take too long, the human found himself trapped once more. The three plants pressed close as deep purrs sounded. Luigi offered a small laugh as he gently patted the plant pressing into his chest.

“W-Well, you’re all d-definitely friendly.” The human remarked softly.

Distracted by the attention, Luigi wasn’t aware of the approaching footsteps. But the still curious Toads who had stuck around to watch turned towards the new sound. Letting out small yelps of fear as they quickly parted to allow the newcomer to continue on. Luigi was pulled away from the rather calm moment when a sharp whistle broke it.

The human letting out a yelp as the Piranha Plants suddenly flew away. The sudden shift caused Luigi to fall hard onto the ground. Coughing at the cloud of dust that had entered his lungs, standing shakily back up on his legs. Only to stumble back once more in order to get away from the sharp angled face glaring at him.

Luigi didn’t get that far before a hand shot out. The grip on his arm tightening, causing the human to wince. Wide blue eyes pinned on the tall, rather lanky figure towering over him.

The other individual wearing an outfit that Luigi could tell cost more coins than he would feel comfortable spending. But it was clear this had been worn a few times, small areas either showing fray or being patched up previously. Deep brown hair, almost black, eyes were glaring down at Luigi over a long crooked nose. Resting atop sleek brown hair was a deep purple cap with an upside down ‘L’ embroidered on it.

“Who are you?” The question was hissed out through gritted teeth.

Still recovering from the sudden shift of everything, Luigi’s response was a quiet, “...What?”

The grip tightened further. Luigi reaches up and attempts to pull the other off. “I asked who you are and, furthermore, what are you doing here.”

“Ow- Luigi! I-I’m Luigi and I’m here to f-fix the plumbing in the h-house!”

“If that’s the case, why are you out here in my garden?”

“Y-Your-”

“Luigi!

Relief came in the form of Mario rushing towards them. Easily breaking the grip and pushing Luigi behind him. Glaring at the newcomer with as much anger he could show.

“Don’t you dare touch my brother.”

“More of you? Have humans become the new infestation? Trying to beat out the number of Toads, are you?”

“Who the heck even are you!”

“That’s my question to you and that sniveling coward behind you.”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll make you regret it.”

“Charming.”

Mario fell quiet as Wario positioned himself before the hero. Eyes narrowing on the towering stranger silently. The hero takes this moment to pull Luigi further away, checking him over.

“Are you okay?” Mario whispered. Luigi merely offered a nod.

Meanwhile, Wario was still holding a quiet stare down with the other. Who was now standing at full height, sneering down at Wario with a stiff smirk.

“It’s not like you to have guests.”

Wario rolled his eyes. Deciding to ignore it and instead commented, “You didn’t tell me you were going to visit.”

“Call it a…curiosity visit. Wanting to see how well you’re getting on. Although, I have to say I’m upset that my pets need scraps from a stranger. Clearly you’re not feeding them well. Care to explain why you have so many vermin running around?” Sharp eyes narrowed towards Mario and Luigi.

The older brother glaring back while the younger looked down at the ground, clearly nervous.

“And I really want to know how you of all people know two humans. Especially ones who stick their bulbous noses into the care of others' gardens when they’re not wanted.”

Luigi’s hand shifted from rubbing his sore arm to hiding his nose.

Wario immediately reached up to pull at the other’s ear sharply. Hissing darkly as he says, “Good to know your pompous attitude has only gotten worse, Waluigi. Seems you haven’t learned anything while being in New Donk.”

“Let go of me you absolute bastard before I-”

“You know you won’t risk damaging your little outfit in a scuffle with me. Now come on. We’re talking inside.”

Still having a tight grip on the other’s ear, Wario steered them both inside. Leaving two stunned brothers and a gaggle of Toads watching on in fear. The Piranha Plants have gone back to nuzzling against the still nervous Luigi.

“What was that all about?” Mario frowned. Shaking his head before turning back to Luigi. “Hey, you sure you’re okay? You’re not hurt?”

The younger shook his head again, eyes on where Wario had walked off. “I think they’re brothers.”

“What?”

“That guy, Waluigi, said that this was his garden.”

Well, this was going to be interesting.

After pulling Luigi away from the clinging flowers, the brothers cautiously walked back in.There was a clear change in the air. Sure, Wario wasn’t super pleasant to be around. But it was at least relaxing before. Now it was almost suffocating.

Wario and Waluigi now sitting around the tilted kitchen table. Toads shuffling past the doorway as if walking on broken glass.

Luigi attempted not to flinch as Waluigi’s eyes landed on him once more. Picking up his pace, quickly getting back to their working area.

Whatever conversation was happening was starting out low. Mario made the assumption it was just a casual catch up. By Wario’s look of surprise upon seeing his brother back, it was a good guess that Waluigi didn’t return home often. Or that this was the first time coming back period. If anything else, this was just one giant unannounced surprise.

The hero recalled a few words Wario had shared about his brother those few nights ago. About how Waluigi had more ambitious drives than what this life or what Wario could provide. But if Mario’s observations were anything to go off from, the dreams weren’t working into reality.

While Waluigi was wearing something created with some high cost materials, the outfit was well worn. Small patches and repairs were easily seen. Mario had worked with money makers before, they’re loose with their spending when it came to showing off. If Waluigi was doing so well, he wouldn’t waste his time repairing an outfit if he could just buy a new one.

“I don’t think they like each other.” Luigi cautiously whispered.

“I’m going to say it’s just miscommunication in the worst way and not seeing eye to eye. Not everyone’s going to get along like us.” Mario offered a warm smile.

But could tell it didn’t help ease Luigi’s worries.

“It’s just family drama, Weegie, leave them be.”

That request quickly fell away when voices started to rise. Conversation changing to a heated argument. Toads either cowering or outright leaving the house. Luigi’s shoulders rose as he tensed further. Mario’s eyes also on the doorway leading into the kitchen, hand reaching out to take hold of one of Luigi’s to comfort.

“It’s fine. It’s going to be fine. Just leave them be bro.”

“Good to know you’re spending your money so well,” Waluigi’s voice was icy as he shouted, “This place looks like it’s going to collapse at any moment and my garden looks horrendous!”

There was the sound of something heavy slammed onto the table. No doubt Wario caused the noise. “It would be great if I had some sort of support. You know money’s tight!”

“I thought you were supposed to be the ‘responsible one’. That’s what you kept touting before. Trying to keep everything together, or at least claiming you were.”

“Big talk coming from you. If you’re doing so well, surely you can help send support.”

“The older sibling is supposed to take care of everything. Isn’t that what you kept saying?”

“You seem to just have an answer for everything, don’t you? You haven’t even told me why you’re here.”

“Oh, so now I need a reason to come home?”

“Considering you left in the middle of the night and haven’t talked to me in years, yeah. Yeah, I think I deserve a good reason for you to be here right now.”

“Grambi, it’s always has to be some big ‘reason’ for you.”

“Because you’ve never done this before! What do you want, Waluigi? Want to put your success on display, rub it in my face?”

“Truthfully, seeing the sad state that you live in, it wouldn’t take much.”

Mario was about to suggest that they take an early lunch break when Luigi suddenly pulled away. Storming past his brother with his face scrunched up in anger. Making a direct line to the kitchen.

“Wait, Luigi, stop, we don’t-” Mario had just scrambled to his feet when Luigi turned into the kitchen. Heart beating furiously as he chased after his brother, Mario entered to find his brother staring Waluigi down. Who seemed very unimpressed.

“What do you want, manual labor?” Waluigi sneered out.

“Y-You can’t talk t-to him like that.” Luigi shot back in a tone that caused Mario to freeze.

Waluigi even seemed surprised, but recovered quickly. Standing up to tower over the other. “You don’t get to tell me how to talk to my brother-”

“Apparently I d-do! Y-You’re such a stranger in his life, y-you don’t see him doing what he can to p-provide in some way.”

“Provide? You call this being provided for? A barely functioning house with a barely showered brother? This is truly the definition of luxury.”

“A-And w-what have you done? Y-You’re so bent on bringing W-Wario down that y-you haven’t said what y-you’ve accomplished! I-If you’re such a b-big deal, s-surely you c-could help to pay to keep t-this place up. I-If money’s not a big w-worry, then you could make b-both of your lives e-easier.”

“Listen here, you low life leech. You have no room to make any ‘helpful’ comments about my life. I’m not going to listen to some lowly plumber-”

“And what’s wrong with that!” Luigi stomped his foot, “I love what I do! And I love that I can work with my brother everyday! You may see it as low work, or that I’m not aiming big enough, or whatever your issue is with honest work. But I’m happy with where I am and it’s pretty clear that you’re not!”

“So, here’s what’s going to happen, if you’re willing to put your ego away for a few minutes. I’m going to make some tea and you two are going to talk. Not dance around everything and not belittle each other. Talk. Do I make myself clear?”

There were no arguments made. Even though Waluigi seemed he would like nothing more than to throttle the other.

Hearing no retorts, Luigi marched over to the numerous cabinets. Standing before them for a few moments before saying, “Um…Wario?”

“Yes?”

“Could you…tell me where everything is?”

Wario hid his laugh with a small sigh and stood. “Let me help.”

They were all soon situated around the table. Steaming cups of tea in hand. Mario had put himself between Luigi and Waluigi as the latter had not stopped glaring at the younger brother. Luigi, on his part, seemed to have calmed down slightly.

Taking a small sip from his cup before stating, “I think the best place to start is for you to share why you’re here, Waluigi.”

“You have not right to interject yourself-”

“I do when you’re an absolute ass to your own brother. Now talk.”

“It would be in your best interest to do so,” Mario muttered frantically, “Luigi doesn’t curse unless he’s really upset.”

Waluigi rolled his eyes but didn’t comment back. Instead focusing on his own cup. Clearly thinking through his options as to what he could do in this situation. Deciding he was at a loss, Waluigi let out a sigh and said, “I was fired.”

“You were what?” Wario sat up further at that, clearly upset, “When? When did this happen?”

“About a month ago.”

“And you waited this long-”

“Because I was hoping I could find another job! Plus, I didn’t want you to…know.”

“But I would have helped-”

“With what money? You’re just as strapped for cash as I am.”

Wario huffed, “Well, what was with your attitude if you’re struggling hard as I am?”

“Because I didn’t know you had guests.” Waluigi hissed as his eyes narrowed on the brothers.

“What does that have to do with anything? They don’t know what’s going on in our lives.”

“Bulbous nose has enough information to apparently feel the need to defend you!”

“Uh, t-try not to bring appearances into this,” Luigi said weakly, “U-Us being here shouldn’t really have-”

“Stop. Talking.” Waluigi hissed.

“That’s not a good reason.” Wario defended.

“Yes it is!” Waluigi shouted in frustration, “Because I was already feeling like shit having to come back here with my tail between my legs. Because when I left I swore I wouldn’t be back until I could prove I was better than this shitty life! There was a bit of hope in thinking we could be miserable together in coming back here.”

“Instead I come back to our house being rebuilt and some tiny coward getting my precious Piranha Plant’s attention.”

Wario frowned softly. “...You’d rather us be miserable than safe?”

“Yes! Otherwise that means you were right and I hate it when you’re right!”

Mario held his breath at this. Half expecting for someone to launch themselves across the table at the other. When all remained in place, Mario let his shoulders relax as he mulled over the words that had been said. Eyes landing on Wario, who looked lost at this point, and Mario decided it was his time to step in.

“I’m going to make some guesses here and offer some words of my own. If allowed.” Mario started cautiously.

“Why not,” Waluigi muttered darkly, “Everyone else here is.”

“I can’t fully count for what’s been said between you two before. I wasn’t there and I don’t want to know. I’m gleaming enough from this thought and it’s clear that the last full conversation between you two didn’t end well. But that shouldn’t be how you should define your relationship. You’re both stupidly prideful and stubborn- and don’t try to deny it!” Mario held up a finger on both ends, effectively shushing them both.

Wario and Waluigi crossed their arms in silent defeat.

The hero continued, pointedly talking to Waluigi. “Having goals is not a bad thing, but you need to be realistic. You’re seeing why now. Just to go off without something of a plan can end badly. Even more so if you don’t have something to fall back on. You’re lucky that you still have your brother.”

Waluigi didn’t respond, but the grip on his arms did slack.

Wario’s attention, which had been focused on the table, moved up to Luigi when the younger brother leaned forward. Who offered a warm smile.

“I think you need to take your own advice next time. Distance shouldn’t be a worry if you want to make a connection. Talking can help, right?”

“...Right,” Wario huffed, glaring at Waluigi who was staring back unfazed, “You’re an idiot and an ass. But you’re also my brother, so you know I’m here to support you. I’m sorry your shity idea didn’t work. I warned you that you had too many things working at once. Just…come home and we’ll figure something out. Okay?”

“You were always loud…” Waluigi sighed but nodded, “Thank you…for letting me come home.”

“A thank you? Wow, how much of your pride did you have to swallow there?”

“Too much. And it tasted like spoiled milk.” Standing from the table once more, Waluigi continued, “I’ll be moving back in by the end of the week. If that works.”

“Yeah, the house will be fixed by then.” Wario looked to Mario, who confirmed with a nod.

“Very well…and you!”

All tensed at Waluigi’s sudden change in attitude. But Luigi was now put on display. The younger brother swallowed weakly before nervously spitting out, “M-Me?”

“I already didn’t like you when you won the favor from my dear Piranha Plants. They’re very picky with who they find acceptable. And for you to win them over so easily infuriates me.”

“I-I just gave them some-”

“Then you have the absolute gall to shout at me, in my own home! I don’t care if it was for my betterment. No one has ever had the audacity to speak to me as such…besides my brother. But that’s not the point.”

With a grand post and a wide sneer, Waluigi announced, “You have made a powerful rival today, Greenie. I shall best you at whatever game you’re playing at!”

“I-I’m not-”

“We shall cross paths again. When we do, I shall have the upper hand!”

With that, he was off. Waluigi departing out the front with, somehow, rose petals falling behind and leaving a trail.

It was weirdly quiet following this proclamation. All a little stunned with Wario being able to recover first. Actually rolling out of his chair, boisterously laughing until he made his way to Mario. Pulling said hero into a familiarly uncomfortable headlock.

“Gah!” Mario cried out, “What are you-”

“Did ya see that, mini me? Our brothers are becoming friends! Now why can’t we get along like that?”

“You are an absolute lunatic!”

Mario was released for a second, only to be pulled back into a tight hug. Luigi is also being pulled in, letting out a surprised yelp of his own.

“Don’t worry, we’ll all be getting along soon enough!” Wario laughed.

Luigi offered a small smile to his brother’s unamused look. “I-It’s always good to have a number of people to rely on for m-moral support.”

Mario could only let out a small groan in defeat.

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