#* ⁖ peach → drabble

[peachesvault]

MAKE EM BLEACHERS, BOY!

Smau w/ Kirishima Eijirou + Hanta Sero (separate)

A/n: To be cringe is to be free gang…just a silly lil crack smau to get out my slump based off a convo I had abt bleachers w bloom Bcs these do NAWT exist here at schools lol || ۶ৎMasterlist۶ৎ

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[lady-lazarus-13]

Does Julian Bashir Have An Ass?

We polled the residents of Deep Space Nine to get the scoop on Starfleet's most eligible bachelor. We're asking the big questions we know you've all been wondering.

Here's what they had to say:

"Why are you asking me about Julian's....Julian's ...?" The Chief went bright red.

"No," Worf answered.

"Yes," Jadzia said. "It was one of the first things I noticed. I was a little jealous, but Curzon said something about how he'd love to bounce a nickel off it."

Sisko rolled his baseball between his hands in thought and then threw back his head with a hearty laugh.

Keiko glanced away in deep thought. "You know, I rarely see him out of his uniform so I'm not sure and Miles refuses to tell me."

"I would go out of business if I shared my customer's measurements," said Garak with a small, mischievous smile. "But let's just say a tighter fit would accentuate his particular...assets quite nicely."

"You humanoids are so obsessed with your looks and body parts," said Odo in his gruff voice. "But yes, Doctor Bashir has a 'booty' as you put it. Just like the rest of you homo sapiens."

Leeta giggled. "What a funny question! He does. Not as grabbable as Rom's though...."

Quark waggled his eyeridges. "Oh, definitely. Look, consider me an expert."

Major Kira snapped the microphone in half before walking away as if nothing had happened. We did attempt to fix it, but unfortunately our recording from Morn was too garbled to accurately quote.

((Fanfic crack drabble for @tinyfaust))

[ebodebo]

Peaches & Cream

—oh, just thinking about simon taking you to go peach picking while on vacation… suggestive

His eyes nearly bug out of his head at the sight of you in a cute little sun dress. Long enough to be considered modest, short enough for his mind to conjure up the unholiest of thoughts.

Your eyes light up as you pull up to the peach orchard. As you enter, you chirp about how some locals told you this particular orchard had the sweetest peaches in the entire city. And how it was a family business run by a nice, older couple and their grandchildren.

You hadn’t expected Simon to know so much about how to tell if a peach was ripe. You also didn’t realize so many semantics were involved in picking the perfect peach.

“Gotta’ have some give to it.” He harped, reaching above your head to grab a lovely, plump peach to give a gentle squeeze, careful not to bruise its soft skin.

“Give it a smell.” He brought it up to your nose, letting you take a nice wif of the sweet scent emitting from the fruit.

“Nice and sweet.” You say before taking a bite of the fruit in his hand. Its juices trailing down not only your jaw but his hand as well. You don’t even notice the wicked smile growing on his lips as you stick your tongue out to lick the peach juice around your lips.

“Good. Eh?” His eyes focused on your tongue, lapsing your plump lips. You nod, taking the peach from his hand and bringing it to his unmasked lips.

“Try it, baby.” You press the peach against his lips, and he takes a big bite, the juice dripping down his jaw and your arm.

“Juicy one.” He wipes the juice off with the back of his hand.

“Ya… juicy one.” You mindlessly agree, staring at the way he licks his lips to get the remaining juice off. Just as he did to you.

“Should we…” You trail off as he takes another bite of the peach in your hand before cocking a brow.

“Take a break.” You lightly sway from side to side as you tug on your bottom lip with your teeth.

“Sweetheart, we just started pickin’ em’. ” He laughs, crossing his arms. “But, if you’re tired—” He starts before you interrupt him.

“Oh, no. I’m not tired.” You bring the peach up to your lips, sticking your tongue out to give it a long lick, the juice coating your tongue, all while staring into his eyes.

His hungry eyes dart from your eyes to your tongue, licking the peach’s juices back to your eyes.

“Let’s get to the truck.” He abruptly grabbed your wrist, causing you to drop the peach, and dragged you to the truck. His swiftness made you giggle all the way back to the car.

Let’s just say you tasted more than just peach juice at the orchard that day…

a/n: guys i’m projecting because i was supposed to go peach picking yesterday, but didn’t😓😓

reblogs & comments are encouraged!

[ramp-it-up]

https://www.tumblr.com/noellez-best-life23/775232829230546944?source=share Hi!! It was this one, I think it should work! And can't wait for the next chapter!

Oh, My. Oh, Nonnie. 🥵

Yes, that look was (excuse me, I have to wipe my mouth).

VERY Inspirational.

And it is the week of love. Why the hell not?

And thank you for the ask, Nonnie! This actually helped me with the next chapters of the story. 😉

Smut under the cut

Bespoke

Summary: You have to express your feelings about how Bucky looks in that suit.

Word count: 500 ish

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This drabble is in the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after both Worth the Fall and the Steve Rogers fic Peach VI.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Furmoasa prepared to gossip, lust, Bucky Barnes being smoking hot, spitting, implied blow job. Not Beta'd. All errors my own.

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You walked into Bucky's closet the early afternoon of the gala with piping hot tea that you were going to spill. You knew he was in there getting his suit together for the gala.

“Oh my God, Bucky! Peach and Steve are….”

You lost your train of thought when you saw what was happening.

Bucky was standing in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp white dress shirt in the sleeves of his tailored suit jacket. The top buttons of his shirt were undone and the pants fit his slim waist perfectly.

"Those two fools are fucking? It was only a matter of time..."

You’d seen him in suits before.

Many times. 

But something about this moment, the effortless way he moved, his broad shoulders in the suit coat, and the sweet wrinkles of concentration on his brow hit you like a damn freight train.

That, combined with the extra floof in his hair from his fingers raking through it and the fact that he was barefoot made you feral as fuck.

He looked so handsome and he wasn’t even trying.

You stopped in the doorway of the closet, biting your lip as you took him in.

Bucky caught the reflection of you ogling him in the mirror and a slow smirk graced his face.

“See something you like, Frumoasă?”

You looked at him in the mirror and licked your lips.

“You have no idea.”

Bucky turned around and in a moment, you were on him, your hands sliding up his chest, feeling the muscles there under the expensive cotton broadcloth and grazing over the exposed skin at his collar.

You craned your neck to run your lips along the whiskers that adorned his sharp jaw line and then trailed kisses down his neck, unbuttoning the rest of the fastenings on the shirt.

Bucky chuckled, running his hands down your sides and landing on your ample hips.

“Baby…”

“Shut up,” you murmured against his skin, biting down on his collarbone just enough to make him hiss.

“Jesus. It’s just a tux, Frumoasă.”

You shook your head, pushing him backward out of the closet and toward the edge of the bed. You didn't hesitate to cop a feel of his pecs.

“No. It’s you in the tux. My sexy ass man.” 

Your hands slid lower, teasing over his belt and cupping his now hard cock.

“Looking like this.”

Bucky let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly as you sank to your knees. You were busy unbuckling his belt like a mad woman and looking up at him with those eyes.

“Fuck, Doll. The hair and makeup people will be here in…” 

“I don’t care,” you interrupted, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall on the floor.

“You probably want to take all this shit off, because I’m about to get real nasty.”

You leaned forward and nuzzled his sac through his boxer briefs.

Bucky’s eyes dilated as he grabbed your hair. He looked down at you and the black of his pupils was taking over the blue. He gave you a wicked grin as he kicked the pants away from him and took off the shirt and jacket, flinging them on the nearest chair.

“You are going to be the death of me.”

You grinned as you tied your hair up. Bucky took off his underwear and sat on the edge of the bed as you took him in your grip and spit on his cock. You watched it drip down his balls, then you replied.

“Then I'll suck your soul out for you.”

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Let me know if you like it!

[malavera]

Hehehe so I saw your request about peach. And I'm thinking a little spanking session. And he makes her count 😭😭.

definitely 🤭 take a look at the series here!

“nooo!!” — “shut up. i’ve had enough of it, peach.” logan grunted trying to hold you still from moving off his lap. current position: bend over with your skirt hunched up revealing your ass to him, wearing completely nothing. that’s right. you’re not wearing any panties while going on a walk to the park with him and when the wind blows, your ass is out to the world. “you know what to do.” logan grumbled, the palm of his hand made contact with your delicate skin, hard. you gasped and flinched before you count, “one.” and there goes another one until you’ve made it to five with a moan. “you’re enjoying this, peaches?” logan laughs. “i know you’ve always been needy but i never know you’re such a whore.” another smack and another loud moan. “it’s like you’re asking for it huh? fuck.” logan gave a double smack. "well guess what, peach? you're not gonna get my cock buried deep inside this pussy with this behavior."

[just-before-dawn]

yknow in "mr mistoffelees" when tugger gets so carried away with hyping up misto, and then misto taps on his shoulder to get his attention and then whispers something in his ear, and then tugger's like "oh yeah! okay!!", and then misto goes up to the tire and tugger starts his "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! I GIVE YOU!!"

one of my fave parts ever

[sweetie-peaches]

I can’t believe in the slightest chance Tubbo joins Lifesteal I’m going to end up drawing fanart for him again. How the fuck does every Minecraft smp I enjoy suddenly gain tubbo. What the fuck

[misssakuramochi]

A READER x BALOR DRABBLE

Synopsis: When Balor moved to Mistria, and especially after meeting the farmer, he was quick to realize that he had bitten off much more than he could chew without getting attached. To his surprise, he's not complaining.

Requested by: @rare-peach

Request: '😍 im eating your blog up we are in a lot of the same fandoms! the Mistria bachelors head canon though 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨🙏I would love to request any more Balor head canons or Drabbles (balorxreader … I’m very normal about him) and would also totally be open to a trade :))) (feel free to message me for trade I can send you my Ao3!)'

Age Rating: 14+ (Some suggestive themes)

Warning(s): Mild sexual references

Genre: Romance, fluff

If anyone were to ask Balor what he had expected to find upon settling in Mistria his answer would have been simple: profit. A small town racked by the devastation of an earthquake, desperate to get back on its legs was an untapped economy, after all. With the other merchants of the capitol unwilling to make the journey across the broken landscape, he would be the only one to forge lasting trade relations with Mistria's residents.

What he wouldn’t tell them is how much more he had truly discovered in this idyllic little town. It was true: when Balor had first begun his treks to Mistria, he had done it in search of greater profits. But the more time he spent in town, the more closely he worked with the people of the village, the more infectious he found their passion. It hadn’t taken Balor long to get fully swept up in the villager’s love of their home, and before he knew it he was working to support their efforts as best he could with need of no more motivation than seeing their smiles. Of course, he still made profits; a fact he was grateful for, as it gave him an unwavering scapegoat for anyone who might question his continued intentions. Even if he didn’t, though, Balor hated to admit that he probably wouldn’t be going anywhere.

In Mistria, Balor had found much more than work. He’d found community. Friends who treated him with the open acceptance he had heard was supposed to run in families, a home he could make a difference in, and, even more unexpected than all of these developments, Balor had found you.

A soft sigh sounding next to him had Balor’s head turning, eyes growing fond as they settled upon your sleeping features. Even as Balor had found himself admitting that he loved the town, even as he could no longer deny that he cared for it’s people, Balor had never expected someone to pass so expertly through his carefully crafted walls that he would find himself falling in love with them. Still, laying with chest exposed and messy hair in your bed next to you, having stayed past morning light and still finding his body unwilling to move even an inch further away from your warmth, Balor couldn’t deny what he felt for you. What surprised him that he didn’t want to.

“You certainly are remarkable, aren’t you.” Balor spoke in barely a whisper, his desperation not to wake you, to hold onto this moment for even a second longer, matched only by his need to be close to you. A careful hand moved with trepid hesitation, slow in its raise as Balor shifted ever-so-carefully to place a gentle set of fingers to your cheek. His heart paused as you stirred at the touch, only to melt as you cuddled into his hands, eyes remaining blissfully closed. Light-fingered hands traced down the line of your jaw, a cautious thumb running over your slightly parted lips as Balor allowed his gaze to dip to what he could see of you beneath the covers, still bare from the night before.

It wasn’t as though Balor was a stranger to physical intimacy. Generally, though, he preferred to keep it to just that, locking away his emotions for someone he didn’t believe he would ever find, and leaving the partner’s he did have long before morning light. It was simpler that way - easier when names weren’t exchanged and emotions weren’t involved. Laying next to you, though, heart hammering in his chest as memory flashed across his mind, Balor found the soft, gooey emotion he usually dreaded to be oddly comforting.

“Oh my.” Even as he sighed Balor found himself unable to hold back a smile - a genuine smile, “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

xxx

6:00am sharp, just a short hour after the rise of the run. It was almost like clockwork the way you’d be woken up at this time by the first of your roosters as he cried out in praise of the rising sun, and the food that surely came soon after.

Achy-muslced and lethargic you took your time stretching out the mornings aches, blinking away the blurry sleep in your vision as your oriented yourself to the waking world. As memory began to return to your mind you found your head lolling to the side where your night’s lover had curled up, only to find your heart dropping into your stomach as you found the bed next to you empty. The pillow’s indent was fresh, the bed still lingering with his warmth - but your night's partner was nowhere to be seen.

“Balor?” Your voice was small, rough with sleep as you croaked out a small plea. It wasn’t as though you didn’t know that Balor was… guarded, so to speak. Still, you had hoped that after last night…

“Good morning my dear.” The building sickness of dread beginning to churn in your stomach cleared almost instantaneously, dissolving into fluttering butterflies as your weak call was met with an answer. Pulling yourself into a slow sitting position you found your eyes locking with Balor’s, a smile softer than his usual pulling his lips upwards as he gestured with a tray in his hands.

“Have you been up long? I thought I’d be able to finish up before you woke.” A few small steps found Balor standing at your bedside, contents of the tray in his hands revealed as he slid it onto the bed in front of you, “I’m sorry if I worried you.” It was an easy placation and it was no sooner that he’d spoken his apology that you had moved to make more room in the bed, eyes falling to the tray he’d presented you with. 

“Mm, no, it’s ok. Did you make breakfast?” Your sleep-laced voice, words slurred as you rubbed at your eyes, made Balor’s heart jump in his chest. He tried not to show it as he ruffled the already mussed strands of your hair before sliding his hand to your cheek, giving it a small, affectionate pinch.

“I figured it was the least I could do after how generous you were last night.” Your blushing cheeks gave Balor the upper hand once more and, satisfied, he came to sit next to you, “It isn’t much, but you’ll need the energy to take care of the farm this morning right? Don’t worry, I was sure to get myself a coffee for the morning.” Raising the mug in his hand Balor quickly dismissed any potential argument as your eyes settled upon the singular plate he’d brought in, stacked high with a simple breakfast; an omelet made fresh with the forage you’d been keeping.

“I-- thank you. This is…” 

“Don’t mention it. Come on, we’ve got a little while left before you need to get out to work, right?” Your enthusiastic nod was enough to set Balor’s heart aflutter, though the kiss you dared press to his cheek nearly made it combust. You were so utterly adorable he was unsure what to make of you, sometimes.

“Yeah. We could spend the morning together before you have to get going, right?”

“That sounds perfect.”

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A/N: Thank you so much for your request!! I love this little dude, I hope I was able to do him decent justice for you! Always a pleasure to write for one of my faves.

Safe travels, reader!

[spicycinnabun]

There was no way Steve was going to agree to this (especially since he had already said no—not once, not twice, but three times), so Eddie did what he had to do: he pulled out the big guns.

Bambi eyes? Check. Quivering, pathetic pout? Check. Hands clasped together in the most humble, pleading way? Check.

“My beloved,” Eddie began. Syrupy, sweet voice? Check. “My beautiful boytoy, my hunky stud muffin, my gorgeous king, my main squeeze…please dress up as Princess Peach for our couples’ costume?”

Eddie wanted to be Bowser, damn it!

[peaches2217]

102. "Promise me you'll come back", with Mario and Luigi if could please!

102. Promise me you’ll come back.

"You've got plenty of Mushrooms?"

"More than I know what to do with."

"And your med kit?"

"Yup."

"Now, I mean it, Mario. The second you see blood, stop and patch yourself up. You've gotta keep yourself in one piece. Two pieces max."

"Alright, Mama."

Luigi startled at the sudden tonal shift, and Mario held his eyes for a long moment, his lips set into a firm line. Then, just as quickly, his features brightened; he clasped one of Luigi’s shoulders and patted it a few times, his eyes crinkling, his lips turning upward.

This was the first time he'd smiled — really and truly smiled — in three months’ time. That was almost enough to make Luigi smile too.

If only it weren’t for the quiet voice nestled deep within his brain, whispering that he’d never see that smile again.

His opposite arm clasped Mario’s shoulder in return, and he met his brother’s smile with sincerity, somber and powerful. At least he hoped that came across in his face.

“Remember what you promised,” he implored.

“Come on, Weeg, you know I’ll be okay! They don’t call me ‘Super’ for nothing.”

“No, promise—” Luigi’s voice stuck in his throat, forcing him to whisper the rest of his plea. “Promise me you’ll come back, Mario.”

Mario’s face fell all too quickly again. He would make another wisecrack, Luigi guessed, try to lighten the mood and distract from the topic so he wouldn’t have to make promises that couldn’t be kept. And how would Luigi respond? He wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he dissolved into a blubbering mess. Already his legs trembled beneath him, forcing him to dig his fingers into his brother’s shoulder to stay upright.

He’d always kept Luigi steady on his feet, from the time their feet first touched the ground. Luigi didn’t want to know a world without his fratello— without his gemello.

Once more, Mario’s face shifted… and then he pulled Luigi against him, tightly enough that it knocked the wind from his lungs and drew a startled noise from his throat.

“Ci proverò,” Mario muttered near his brother’s ear, and suddenly he didn’t sound all too confident either. “Prometto.”

I’ll try. Luigi knew that was as good an affirmation as he would get. So he embraced Mario in return, wrapping his arms around him as tightly as his muscles would allow and digging his fingers into thick denim overalls, because once you let go, he’s as good as dead.

The intrusive thought was so sudden and so loud that he pulled away, just to make sure he could still see his twin, just to make sure his premonition hadn’t become reality, not yet. Yes, Mario was still here, looking up at him with uncertain eyes — Luigi clamped his eyes shut and cupped the back of Mario’s head and brought their foreheads together as swiftly and gently as possible, because he’d had plenty enough uncertainty, thank you.

Mario cupped the back of Luigi’s head in turn and pressed deeper into their embrace. Maybe he was thinking the same thoughts. Maybe he’d already made peace with the notion of his demise. The silence that hung between them said far more than words could hope to express.

If he couldn’t stop Mario from getting himself killed, Luigi would at least make sure he died knowing he was loved.

[agoldengalaxy]

98 for the drabble thing? 😳

spotify wrapped drabble ask!

song 98: downstream - supertramp

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Sun streamed down in steady beams from the afternoon sky, glistening in the calm blue water below. A wooden boat floated aimlessly down the current at a gentle pace, as if both the boat and the people aboard it had not a care on Earth.

For long stretches of their ride, it was silent. A peaceful silent, like they knew that nothing could possibly go wrong on this Sunday afternoon. Mario was taking the opportunity to feel the breeze on his face and sneak glances at Peach.

She looked radiant in the sunlight, he thought, her cheeks rosy, her eyes full of light, an air of ease around her as she thoughtfully twirled her parasol on her shoulder. All these years of knowing her, and he never once tired of her beauty, both inside and out. He didn’t think he ever would.

It was cliché, but when he looked at her, he knew that she was the reason he was born; to be able to spend each waking moment with her, through each season, through happy and sad, through sickness and health, through tears and laughter.

“What are you thinking about?” Peach’s gentle voice interrupted the silence, a quiet smile on her face.

Mario gazed at her for a moment, then had to smile, unable to help himself. “I don’t want this time with you to end, Princess.”

Her brows shot up, and she seemed both surprised and touched. She lifted a gloved hand to her mouth, giggling lightly. “Well, then. We ought to stay on the ocean for a little while longer then.”

He gave her a small, sheepish smile. To know her as he knew her now was all he could ever need. He didn’t care about anything else. He just wanted to stay with her forever, whether it was on the ocean, or otherwise.

Peach leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his nose. “I used to be quite lonely before I met you, Mario. That life is far behind me now.”

A soft blush rose to his cheeks. “You won’t be lonely ever again. I’ll always stay by your side.”

They’d been through a lot. Turned a lot of pages together. But on this boat on a Sunday, everything was okay.

[malavera]

I love your peach series!!!

Would you ever be interested in writing something with face sitting or 69 with them? I feel like logan would be OBSESSED with that lmao

thank you so much love! i wouldn’t put it into full writing but i completely get the gist 🤭 read the series here!

Peach is a brat and always will be. when she wants to go on a shopping spree with her friends but logan doesn’t want to let her go, instead he made her stay by grabbing her off the ground and somehow got you to sit on his chest. “logan let me go, i wanna go.” you flail around trying to get off his chest but he kept on holding your thighs down. “stay with me is more fun.” logan smirked. “yeah? how so?” you taunted. “for one, you can sit on my face and let me have my cunt.” you didn’t want to give in and lose, but at the same time he has a more interesting offer. you gave in either way as your favorite white panties is now nowhere to be found but logan did finally found his home to bury his face in. he knows just how you like it, sniff it before he dip it and for some reason it turns you on so much. a man as big and manly as him is at your mercy just because of your cunt. that man is a feral with it. the way he sniff it, and flick his tongue on your clit to your tiny hole tongue fucking it never fail to send you to heaven. he’d spit on your cunt and lick it back up basically slurping all of the juices that’s leaking out. “logan..” you’d moan and he’d hummed in disapproval, “that’s not my name peach.” your cheeks turned rosy, a bit shy to say it. “daddy, more.” he’d hummed again sending vibrations through your cunt. “mmm you taste so good, peach. cant get enough.”

[just-before-dawn]

this is very misto and victoria coded

[sweetie-peaches]

I’m rotating qtubbos trauma and denial in my head so hard

After getting off the boat the first thing he does is throw himself head first to working on his projects. Blood soaks his hands through the gloves he threw on but he puts it out of his mind

He worked until he couldn’t work any longer. And passes out, leaning on the boiler in his factory, positioned awkwardly across pipes and conveyer belts. His exhausted riddled, used to purgatory brain translates the warmth of the boiler to his team, all curled up together, only having each other to keep themselves warm.

He’s thrown into the final battle, thousands of eyes watch as he misteps, his hand shake and he drops his sword.

Everything seems to slow down then, a Diamond sword jets out from his abdomen, it’s slick with his blood. Ruby red, so so red. Blood clots in his nose, throat, and ears.

His friend.

His guardian.

He looks up into Phil’s eyes, he wasn’t wearing that mask anymore. Red..ruby red eyes so full of desperation, and fear.

He did what had to be done.

And for what?

He wakes up at with a cough, hitting his head against the hard metal of the boiler, his entire body tingles with burns but he puts that out of his mind as his shoulders shake as globs of blood and spit eject themselves from his mouth

Respawns always left such a nasty toll, especially with no time to let himself heal.

After unclogging his throat, and grabbing something to clear away the coppery taste. He throws himself back into work.

He comes up with the frankly genius idea of mixing speed potions with caffeine, downing bottle after bottle and letting his brain hyperfocus on ever detail of his factory. He fixes things that didn’t even need to be fixed.

He just wanted to do anything to put that hellish island out of his mind

[neapolitanupsidedowncake]

he loved you since he first saw you, and his heart could not stop fluttering whenever he saw you. when he overheard you break down, he angrily promised to himself to protect you, even if you didn't even know who he was. he always got so jealous when anybody did so much as laugh with you.

osamu, shoto, obanai, tsukishima, twilight, megumi, mikey, + any of your faves </3

[pianokantzart]

💪🏽 Platonic :)

💪🏽 Bridal carry Even though Princess Peach walked ahead of Luigi she kept close tabs on him, taking care that he didn't get left behind in his distracted state or side-tracked by anything dangerous. All the while, she took silent notes, trying to determine what his physical capabilities were without the help of the super star. She discovered that he was a lot like Mario. His jump height was more impressive, and he had a poorer sense of balance, but otherwise they were very similar.

No doubt the two would be an even match in terms of fighting prowess– not that they would ever fight each other willingly. But while Mario was bold... even audacious at times... Luigi was skittish and gentle as a little green bird.

She could see why Mario had been so worried about him when they were separated, and she knew it was no small show of trust to let him venture out into the wilds alone with her for so long. Even though this was just a day trip to collect some fire flowers, this was a responsibility she would not take lightly.

The journey was quiet, but ultimately pleasant. Whenever they did speak, they mostly talked about Mario, Luigi asking about his adventures when they first arrived, and Peach asking about their life back in Brooklyn.

Halfway home, Princess Peach noticed something was wrong. Luigi was slowing down, biting back little squeaks of pain and leaning against whatever rock or tree was nearby. She slowed her pace to give him time to recover, but it eventually reached a point that she couldn't help but ask what was wrong.

"It's nothing," Luigi sighed, setting himself down on a large mushroom and rubbing at the legs of his overalls, "just my knees acting up.

Hands crossed daintily in front of her skirt, Princess Peach turned back, expression soft with concern. "Your knees?" Luigi nodded. He seemed embarrassed, and did his best to shrug it off with a reassuring smile and a wave of his hand. "An old work injury. Flares up from time to time. I just need to take an ibuprofen and ice it up when I get home."

The Princess responded with silence. Just as Luigi was beginning to worry that she was regretting her choice of company, he felt himself lifted into the air.

He blinked as he found him held in a bridal carry. As thin and dainty as Peach's arms appeared, she was surprisingly strong, carrying him down the hill back toward the Mushroom Kingdom as though he was nothing but a limp dishrag.

"P-Princess?" Luigi said, red with embarrassment. "Don't worry, this isn't necessary!"

"It will take longer for you to recover if you overexert yourself" the princess insisted gently, "don't worry, it's no trouble at all."

Luigi recognized that tone. The voice was gentler and the verbiage was more regal, but that tone was unmistakable. Without thinking, he muttered under his breath, "Man, no wonder Mario likes you so much."

"What did you say?" Princess Peach asked, head cocked in innocent curiosity. Luigi stammered.

"I said... uh... I said 'thank you very much'! You're... you're really nice."

Peach giggled. Luigi couldn't tell if the amusement was from the compliment itself, or how bad he was at lying, but either way she showed no sign of pressing the matter.

"Thank you, Luigi." She wore a gentle smile as she held him a little closer, and continued down the path toward home. "I think you're really nice too."