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Now that It's Been Brought to my Attenion

“Wowie-zowie! Our first ever Mushroom Kingdom festival! How exciting!”

Mario smiled at his younger sibling’s childlike excitement as they walked together through the festival grounds, taking in the bright and colorful stalls, delicious smells, and pleasant atmosphere. Princess Peach, as reward for saving the kingdom from Bowser, had given them a sack full of gold coins to spend on anything they wanted. Luigi was particularly interested in all of the unique foods the kingdom had to offer, thrilled to discover new recipes to cook for Mario.

“Who knows? Maybe we might even find a mushroom you might enjoy, big bro!”

Mario chuckled at that. “You’re welcome to try, Lu.”

Many Toads varying in color moved all around them. Some perusing the many different tents and stalls, while others were peddling their wares. One Toad with magenta-colored spots waved eagerly to all potential customers, happily showing off her fruits and mushrooms. Luigi’s cerulean blue eyes lit up at the sight of the items and made his way over to the merchant.

Mario left Luigi to his shopping while he wandered off to look around some more. The older brother couldn’t help but smile as he walked amongst the kingdom’s residents, listening to sound of lively children running about, and the cheerful chatter of the adults talking and gossiping with each other. Every so often, he had someone come up to him, thanking him and Luigi for saving their kingdom and asking for an autograph.

He sighed peacefully, enjoying the warm breeze that caressed his face and brown locks. In no time at all, this place was starting to feel like home. Not only were the citizens welcoming and hospitable to the brothers, but they also accepted Mario and Luigi’s…special relationship, allowing them to show their love for each other without fear of ridicule or discrimination. Which was something they absolutely couldn’t do back home in Brooklyn.

Mario had happily taken advantage of their newfound freedom and showered Luigi with affection every chance he got. And though his little brother still had reservations, freezing up whenever the other so much as held his hand outside their newly built home, he was slowly, but surely becoming accustomed to it. Even going as far as to shyly return Mario’s kisses in front of others.

“Mario! Hey Mario, over here!”

The red-clad plumber turned to see Captain Toad waving his tiny arms at him. He smiled and made his way over to his friend. “Heya Toad, you’re selling stuff here too?”

The red-spotted Toad grinned brightly. “Of course! As an adventurer, I want to provide others with the tools to go exploring as well! Why don’t you take a look? You and your brother were planning on exploring more of the Mushroom Kingdom, right? I’ll even give you a special discount!”

“Wow, thanks Toad!” Mario said graciously, taking his friend up on his offer. He looked over the selections before picking out several pairs of shirts, gloves, boots and pants all praised for their durability and defensive capabilities. If it helped to keep Luigi safe, Mario would spare no expense.

“Oh! Before I forget, there’s something else Toadette and I wanted to show you!” He led the taller male over to an adjacent tent that had more feminine clothing. A pink Toad, also known as Toadette, was presiding over it and she grinned when she saw their approach.

“Hi Mario! Won’t you take a gander at my wares? I’m sure you’ll find something you and Luigi will like~~!”

‘This really is the perfect place for us…’ Mario thought with a smile, ocean blue eyes immediately narrowing in on a gorgeous green dress that would look perfect on Luigi. He purchased it without hesitation, already anticipating the joyful look on his brother’s face when he saw it. ‘Could this day get any better?’

*KA-BOOOM!!*

‘No, but it can get worse apparently…’ Mario thought bitterly as the sound of King Bowser’s laughter filled the air along with plumes of fire.

“GWA-HAHAHA! Run away in fear, you cowardly ‘shrooms! It’s Bowser’s time to do some shopping!” the draconic turtle sneered as the tiny people ran off in different directions to escape his flames. His scarlet colored eyes then narrowed in on a familiar looking green figure, who was currently trying to help put out the fires.  “…and I know exactly what I’m in market for~!” With the push of a button in his clown-copter, a robotic arm appeared and snatched up the younger plumber.

~*OoO*~

“YOU ROTTEN KOOPA! GET BACK HERE WITH LUIGI!!!”

“Gwa-hahaha!” laughed King Bowser as he watched Mario run after him as he flew high in the sky in his infamous Clown-Copter. Next to him was Luigi, all nicely tied up and crying desperately for his older brother. “Serves you right, Mario! You’re always keeping me away from my lovely Peaches! So, I’m returning the favor and keeping you from your precious brother!”

“DAMN YOU, BOWSER!”

Confident that the red-loving plumber wouldn’t be able to reach them, the fire-breathing turtle turned to his captive. Luigi was sniffling quietly to himself, cerulean blue eyes filled with tears as he stared up at the king with fear. Bowser smirked, crouching down so he could be more-or-less be eye level with the more reserved brother. “Oh, don’t make such a scared face, Green-stache! I won’t you hurt too much as long as you cooperate!” He used a razor-sharp claw to twirl and pull the side of Luigi’s mustache, similar to how he had during their first ever meeting.

“Y-You’ll never g-get away w-with this…!” Luigi asserted in a trembling voice.

“Oh?” Bowser asked mockingly, pulling harder on the enslaved human’s whiskers. The resulting whimper sent a small thrill through him. There was just something about the green-loving plumber that made him so much fun to bully. “You have that much faith in your runt of a brother?”

“I do!” Luigi managed to say in a surprisingly steady voice. His confidence in his older sibling was clear. “He’s rescued me from you before and he can do it again!”

Bowser growled angrily at the reminder and yanked harder on the younger brother’s ‘stache, feeling satisfaction at his pained yelp and renewed tears. From the ground, Mario continued yelling obscenities and threats if the Koopa king didn’t relinquish his sibling. The reptilian royal sneered at the older human’s persistence. There was always something odd about the plumbers’ relationship to him. That pesky Mario was continuously protecting and rescuing the citizens of this kingdom, especially the princess, but when it came to his brother there was an unyielding fierceness that wasn’t shown for anyone else. One could surmise that it was due to their brotherly bond, but to Bowser it felt much more than that.

“How does your brother even have time to protect Peaches when he’s so focused on you?” the king wondered. “One would think he was in love with you instead of the princess…” It had been absent-minded comment, but the reaction he received from green-clad male caught him by surprise. Green ‘Stache’s face turned a deep candied apple red, and he began stumbling over his words. ‘What?’ the large turtle thought incredulously. Leaning forward, he sniffed at the small human and could easily smell Mario’s scent on his reddened skin. Again, one could chock it up to them being siblings, however…

“Ack! Wh-What do you’re doing?!” shrieked Luigi when one of Bowser’s claws pulled the collar of his signature green shirt down.

“I don’t believe this!” Bowser laughed in disbelief when he got an eyeful of the numerous hickeys on the captured human’s neck. “Mario’s in a relationship with his own brother?! Oh man, this is just too good!”

“T-That’s none of your business!”

Bowser sneered before grabbing his captive and dangled him from his clown-copter. “How badly do you want your brother back, Mario? Or should I say…your lover?” The outraged noises coming from the older brother were hilarious to listen to, and the tyrant continued to laugh as he taunted his mortal enemy.

“M-Mariooo!” Luigi wailed helplessly, fearful of being dropped from such a great height.

“Don’t worry, Lu! I’ll save you!”

Bowser snorted at the lovers’/brothers’ display. It was beyond him that someone would go after their own flesh-and-blood when the beautiful Princess Peach was right there. ‘…Although…’ Bowser thought after a moment as he watched the younger male sob for his brother. The tears in his cerulean blue eyes reflected nicely in the sunlight and his desperate crying sounded appealing. ‘…there is something undoubtably cute about him. Maybe that’s why it’s so entertaining to mess with him…’ He gave his squirming prisoner another quick sniff. ‘And he smells so sweet…’

“I’ll tell you what, Mario…” started Bowser. “I’ll let you choose who you want to protect more! Peaches or your brother? I’ll gladly keep the one you don’t pick!” As if to prove his point, the fire-breathing turtle gave Luigi a rough nuzzle and a slobbery wet lick to his cheek, thoroughly enjoying Mario’s enraged shouts and Luigi’s squeal of surprise. “Hmm, you even taste sweet, too,” he purred. He continued to cackle until he noticed Mario had disappeared from view. “Huh?! Where’d he go?!”

Both Luigi and Bowser urgently looked around the area below them, and sure enough, the red-clad plumber was nowhere to be seen. “Did he just give up?”

“My brother would never do that!” insisted Luigi.

The pair began bickering with each other until a small shadow appeared above them. Scarlet eyes widened in surprise, not comprehending exactly what he was seeing until something round and fuzzy smacked him in the face.

“Mario!” exclaimed Luigi, tears of relief streaming down his cheeks as he watched his older brother, now donned in a Tanuki suit, fighting the Koopa King. The scuffle caused the clown-copter to lurch left and right as Bowser tried to pry Mario off his face and soon enough, thanks to several whacks of Mario’s thick tail, Bowser was sent sailing backwards into the control panel, accidentally damaging the piloting system with his sharp back spikes.

“Now look what you’ve done!” bellowed Bowser as he tried to wrestle with the controls to keep from crashing. It was worthless endeavor as the flying contraption spun out of control.

Thanks to the momentary distraction, Mario scooped up his bound brother and flew them to safety. “So long, King Bowser!”

“CUUUURSEE YOU, MARIOOO!!” roared the reptile as he careened off into the distance.

“Are you okay, Lu?” asked Mario as he checked over his sibling once they were safely on the ground.

“I-I think so. Thank you for saving me, bro!” He shifted as much as he could in his bondage to kiss Mario on the cheek. “Um, are you going to untie me?” He meeped at the chilling smile that spread across his sibling’s face.

“…Not just yet, Lu. First, I need to get you home to disinfect you.” He scowled at the memory of Bowser leaving his disgusting mark on his lover. “And then afterwards, we can see if that dress I bought you fits.”

“A new dress?” Luigi asked, blue eyes lighting up with excitement. “…But wait, I don’t need to stay tied up for that, right Mario? Bro?”

THE END

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"Lovely Dress Luigi"

(Art for fanfic "Now that's it's Been Brought to My Attention)

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"Our Favorite Doctor"

Panchito and Jose: Who's our favorite doctor? This guy, of course!

Donald: Aw phooey...

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Paging Doctor Duck Ch. 4

The soft twitters of birds outside his window slowly pulled Donald from his slumber. His eyes drifted open, snapping close when the bright, morning light sent dagger-like pains into his skull. He groaned as he buried his face into his pillow in order to hide from the well-meaning sunshine.

‘Being hungover sucks.’

Daring to take a peek at his bedside alarm clock, Donald saw that it was a little after eight in the morning. He also took notice of the bottled water, aspirin, and a small note right next it. ‘Huh?’ he thought, quickly helping himself to the medicine and water before reading the note.

Hola Donal’,

We had a lot of fun with you last night and I can’t wait until we do it again soon! Also, do not forget that the rodeo is today. Zé and I look forward to meeting your sobrinos!

See you soon,

Panchito

Right, the rodeo is today. Ugh, why did he have to make such decisions when he was drunk? ‘Oh well. At least it’s not until this afternoon,’ he thought before flopping back down in his bed. ‘Wait…how did I…get back home?’

While memories from last night were a bit spotty, he clearly remembered being too hammered to drive himself back home safely. He also remembered turning down José’s offer to spend the night at the club, the parrot having a bed in his dressing room in case he was ever too partied out to make it home. Donald also recalled declining the offer because no amount of liquor was going to make him trust those bedsheets.

That meant that Panchito “good genes” González must’ve gotten him home. Pushing past the pounding in his head, he somewhat remembered the familiar neighing of Señor Martinez, a drunken farewell from José, a long and bumpy ride somewhere, and finally the gentle feeling of someone tucking him into bed and petting the top of his head.

“Dulces sueños, Donal’~~”

The doctor flushed pink. ‘Screw this. It’s much too early to be thinking about such things…’ the duck thought with a grumble, covering his head with his pillow and falling back asleep.

~*0o0*~

“Boys, stay close,” instructed Donald as he and his three nephews, Huey, Dewey, and Louie, made their way through the crowded area. Currently, the small duck family was at the California Rodeo Salinas to watch “World Famous Panchito” perform his rodeo tricks. Donald hadn’t really been all that keen to watch such a thing, considering how often the rooster would show up at the hospital injured after his performances, but the triplets were excited to see the spectacle, so he couldn’t really complain. He even bought them cowboy outfits for the occasion.

“’Naldo! ‘Naldo, over here!”

The uncle of three turned to see José running up to them, looking unfairly more put together than Donald felt. “Afternoon, Jo---ACK!”

“Boa tarde, my friend! I have missed you so much!” the parrot greeted, wrapping up the duck in a tight hug.

‘It hasn’t even been 24-hours yet…’ the doctor thought, feeling his ribs creak due to the strength of the hug. He awkwardly patted the parrot’s back in return before introducing him to his boys. “José, I’d like you to meet my nephews, Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Boys, say hello.”

“Hello…”

“Mr. José…”

“…It’s nice to meet you!”

“So nice to meet you boys as well! I especially like your cowboy outfits. Did your tio buy them for you?”

“He sure did…”

“…Mr. José…”

“…He’s the best Unca ever!”

The lime green parrot nodded in agreement. “Of that, I agree with you!”

“So, where are we sitting, José?” the duck asked quickly. His face was red from all praise he was receiving.

The smile on the Brazilian playbird faltered, a pout pulling at his lips. “… “José”…?” he questioned softly.

Donald blinked in surprise before more recollections from last night came to mind. His face turned an even brighter red somehow and he felt a phantom burn on his skin where Panchito and José had kissed his scarred shoulder. “…Joe…”

José brightened right back up after that before linking their arms together like they had last night. “Come, I will show you to our seats. ‘Chito is waiting for us there since his event isn’t until later. Let us go!”

“Alright, no need to pull…”

~*0o0*~

Introductions to Panchito went similarly to what it had with José, including the same back-breaking hug. He remarked positively on the children’s cowboy outfits and even gifted them with child-size lassos to go along with their color-coded clothing.

“Wow!”

“Thanks!”

“Mr. Panchito!”

“You are most very welcome, my little niños!” the Mexican said. He then turned to Donald and José. “I have a little something for you two, as well,” he announced before somehow pulling out two sombreros from underneath his own and placing them on their heads. “There we go, amigos! Now we match!”

“Obrigado, my friend!”

Donald tottered a bit, the brim of the sombrero falling over his eyes, temporarily blinding him before he could right it. “Yeah, thanks…Panch,” the duck said, trying to ignore the way Panchito’s ruby eyes lit up at his nickname.

~*0o0*~

“Whooaaaa!!” screamed a man as he tumbled end over end through the air.

*Crash*

“Oof! Do you think that guy is alright, Unca Donald?” asked Huey.

Donald was already analyzing the man’s injuries in his mind. Judging by the angle the man’s arm and leg were now in, he surmised the man most likely had broken bones, bruised ribs, and maybe even a concussion. The deep, hoof imprints on the man’s derrière, courtesy of the bull, would also make it hard for him to sit down properly in the coming days. “According to my medical expertise…no.”

“I am curious as to why people enjoy pursuing such dangerous pastimes…” José wondered as the group watched the rodeo clowns load the unconscious man onto a stretcher and carry him away.

Donald huffed. “Funny, I thought you’d appreciate a “flirting with danger” lifestyle.”

José laughed sheepishly at that.

Eventually, it was time for Panchito to take the stage.  The bull he was getting ready to ride was named Raging Storm, and it seemed to be aptly named. The beast had already sent multiple people to the hospital.

“Will Mr. Panchito be okay, Unca Donald?” Dewey asked nervously.

“…He should be fine…” the uncle tried to reassure, but even he was feeling a little anxious. While never to the terrible extent like the other competitors, Panchito would often sustain many injuries because of his profession. Donald jumped when he felt something touch the back of his hand, looking down to see José’s yellow-gloved hand on his, gently squeezing it.

“‘Chito will be okay,” the parrot said with a confident smile.

Donald returned the reassuring gesture with a smile of his own, squeezing back. “Right.”

After the announcer did the countdown, Raging Storm was released from the pen. As predicted, the bull began tearing across the arena, bucking and kicking aggressively to fling his rider off. Panchito, being the skilled rider he was, easily weathered the storm, holding on with only one hand while swinging his sombrero with the other. The crowd erupted into cheers, growing louder with each passing second counting down.

‘How is it that these last few seconds feel like an eternity?’ thought Donald as he willed time to move a little faster. He worried that he was crushing José’s hand, but the parrot was holding his just as tightly.

Three seconds…

Two seconds…

One second…

The sound of the ending buzzer filled the area and Panchito effortlessly dismounted from the bull to the roaring sounds of applause. The doctor breathed out a long sigh of relief he hadn’t been aware he was holding. Huey, Dewey, and Louie were cheering like crazy in their seats along with José. Donald tried his best to clap as well but found it difficult since José still had a grip on one of his hands.

“See? I told you he would be fine!” the Brazilian exclaimed, though he looked immensely relieved as well. “C’mon, wave to him, ‘Naldo!”

Donald did as instructed and waved at his patient/friend when he looked in their direction. The rooster’s ruby eyes lit up when he spotted the duck and parrot, blowing a kiss their way. Donald tried to blame the residual adrenaline for the way his heart skipped a beat.

~*0o0*~

“Are you holding on tight, niños?” asked Panchito as he held on to Señor Martinez’s reins.

“We are!” chorused the triplets.

“Bueno! Okay, here we go!” Panchito gently pulled the horse forward, moving at an easy pace.

“Wheeee!!” cheered the children.

Señor Martinez tossed his head back and neighed happily as he proudly carried his three passengers.

Donald watched the scene unfold with a smile, happy that his nephews were enjoying going on a horseback ride. Due to his busy and hectic work schedule, it was rare for him to be able take his kids out for a day of fun. The excitement from today also meant the boys would sleep like babies tonight, saving him from their usual bedtime wars. Currently, he sitting on the porch of Panchito’s ranch, polishing off the delicious, yet incredibly spicy meal from Panchito’s mother, Maria González. José doing the same next to him.

“Would you care for seconds, boys?” asked Maria, a plump hen with similar colors to her son. A yellow apron tied around her waist.

“No, thank you ma’am,” Donald declined. His already burning mouth wouldn’t be able to take anymore punishment. “Ah, maybe a little water, please.”

“I would like to have more of your delicious food, Mamá Maria. Por favor. And might I add that your cuisine is muito delicioso!”

The mother hen let out a giggle. “My, what a charmer! I’m so pleased that my son brought home such impeccable men! And Donal’, you raised such wonderful, well-mannered boys.”

“Hehe thank you, ma’am,”  the duck replied with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his head. The mother took away their plates and walked back indoors with the promise of seconds and Donald’s water.

 “Of course, you’d be able to handle spicy food just fine…” Donald muttered with a little jealousy.

José chuckled. “True, but now that we have been introduced and accepted into ‘Chito’s family, you can build up your spice tolerance!”

“Yeah, I guess I…” the doctor’s words trailed off when he fully digested the Brazilian’s words. Mama Maria’s words also mixing in and created a weird jumble in his mind, his heart once again squeezing in his chest. “…Stop that…” he grumbled, both to José and his annoying heart.

“Hmm? Stop what~~?”

Donald felt his cheeks heat up as José leaned forward, a coy smile on his beak and his eyes shimmering in the sunset like the topaz his Uncle Scrooge made him polish for only a few cents an hour. “That! You know what you’re doing! Stop that!”

Before the parrot could do anything more, Donald found himself ensnared by a lasso, Panchito holding the other end with a teasing smile on his face. “And that, niños, is how you lasso someone!”

“Whoa!” exclaimed Huey.

“So cool!” cheered Dewey.

“Will you teach us how to do that one day?” asked Louie.

“Of course!”

“Will you teach me as well, ‘Chito?” questioned José as he happily took advantage of Donald’s lack of mobility, poking his stomach and pinching his reddened cheeks. “It is definitely a…useful skill~.”

“Oh, indeed I will, Zé!” a playful smile spread across Panchito’s face as he stepped closer to his two friends, his voice lowering a couple of octaves. “Es un buen aspecto para el…”

Even with his very limited Spanish, Donald understood what the rooster said. Steam was practically shooting out of his ears and his face the color of cherries. “I said to stop that!”

TO BE CONTINUED~

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Panchito practice!

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Paging Doctor Duck Ch. 3

A glass filled with ice, bourbon, and a sliver of an orange peel was placed on a napkin and slid to Donald.

The doctor picked up his ‘Old Fashioned’, giving an appreciative nod to the bartender before taking a swig of it. The alcohol burned on the way down his throat before providing a pleasant warmth in his belly. He sighed deeply as the day’s tension slowly bled from his tired bones, the beverage doing its job.

“Long day, buddy?” asked the portly bartender. His nametag read ‘Matt’.

“…You don’t know the half of it, buddy,” Donald replied with a wry smile before downing the rest of his drink. He wiped off his beak with the back of his arm. “I’ll be needing a few more of these.”

“You got it!”

*Bzzt-Bzzt*

Donald pulled out his cellphone and checked the screen despite knowing who it could possibly be already. Sure enough, it was José, texting him to see if he had arrived. The duck had intentionally delayed not telling the two overly-friendly birds he was at the club already, wanting a chance to ready himself for their antics…or bail if he got cold-feet. ‘Just how long has it been since I’ve gone out like this?’ he thought with a slight frown. Between working at the hospital and taking care of his three nephews, the doctor hardly ever had a day to himself. The urge to go out had also diminished after he and Daisy broke up as well. Maybe…maybe this could be good for him.

Donald: I’m here at the bar.

José: Maravilhoso! I am sending ‘Chito over to you since I am about to go up on stage. See you soon!

Donald repocketed his cellular device and accepted another Old Fashioned from Matt, downing the burning liquid just as Panchito arrived on the scene.

“There you are, my friend!” the cowboy exclaimed exuberantly. He had the duck out of his seat and in his arms in a matter of seconds. “Me and Zé were so worried you would not show up!”

Donald gulped slightly, the warmth from both the embrace and alcohol causing his head to spin. “Well, you two did “threaten” me,” he grumbled.

“Hehe, sorry about that, Donal’. We just really wanted to spend time with you outside of the hospital. You…always look so tired and haggard, so we thought you might like a fun night out!”

The earnestness in the Mexican’s tone broke through the last of Donald’s apprehension. “I…thanks, I guess…”

Panchito beamed before taking the duck’s hand. “Come, come! Zé is about to go on stage! We need to get closer so we can see him better!”

“Alright, stop pulling. I just need to pay my tab and…”

“No worries,” declared Matt, waving a dismissive hand. “Drinks are on the house since you two are José’s friends.”

“Gracias, amigo!”

“Yeah, thanks, Matt!” he gave the bartend a smile and wave before allowing himself to be pulled away by his hyperactive patient.

The pair of birds moved through the crowd as they approached the stage. Donald couldn’t help but notice that most of the people crowding the stage area were female. ‘Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised considering how much of a playbird José is…’ Eventually, Panchito and Donald made it to the front, right as the lights dimmed around them, enveloping the room in darkness. A hush fell over the crowd, anticipation rising. Soon enough, a spotlight appeared on stage, illuminating a familiar looking figure holding a guitar, and the crowd erupted into cheers.

“Boa noite a todos!” greeted José to the crowd with his usual charming smile. “How is everyone doing tonight?" More uproarious cheers from the masses. His amber eyes roved over the people before lighting up when they fell on Panchito and Donald.

“I think he has seen us! Wave! Wave!” exclaimed the rooster, entwining his arm with the duck’s and waving them in the air.

If possible, the parrot’s grin grew wider. “I’d like to dedicate this first performance to my two new amigos visiting our club for the first time!”

The doctor felt a little embarrassed by the shoutout, but the feeling was soon forgotten once José started his show. The band starting playing behind him and José easily moved to the beat, his blue and red tailfeathers swirling in a hypnotic fashion as he glided across the stage. His gloved fingers strummed at his guitar as he began to sing, dulcet tones further charming his fans.

“…Ay Caramba! Zé sure knows how to put on a show…” the Mexican whispered almost breathlessly.

The duck spared his companion a glance, taking notice that he looked as mesmerized as those around them. Not that Donald could blame him, from his silky smooth dance moves to his beautiful voice, José was clearly a world-class entertainer. Soon, his song came to an end and the parrot took a bow to the massive round of applause from the club patrons. The noise was nearly deafening.

“Zé sure is popular, eh amigo?!” Panchito yelled over the screams of the fans.

“…I’ll say,” the doctor replied, trying hard not to cover his ears. He jumped slightly when the rooster put an arm around him, gently herding him back towards the bar. It was hard to hear, but it sounded like foreign birds made plans to meet at the bar once José was done on stage. The white-feathered male took hold of Panchito’s jacket, not wanting to get separated in the throngs of people, thankful for his companion’s taller frame to make the walk back easier.

“Another ‘Old Fashioned’ for you?” asked the bartender once Donald reclaimed his original barstool.

“Maybe just some water for now,” he replied. As a medical professional, he knew the importance of hydration.

“Me as well, por favor.”

The two received their drinks around the time José appeared, his face sweaty and a large grin on his face.

“Olá Donaldo and ‘Chito! Did you two enjoy the show?”

The cowboy nodded eagerly. “We sure did, mi amigo! You were magnífico!”

“…Yeah, I can certainly see why your hospital room is always flooded with your fangirls,” Donald commented dryly, though a tiny smile still found its way on his face.

José beamed before asking, “Say, why don’t you two come back to my dressing room with me? I have a secret stash of premium Cachaça I’m sure you will enjoy!”

“Sounds like a fun time!” Panchito said, readily agreeing. He and José then turned to their doctor. “You will be joining us, yes?”

“I…erm…well…” Donald really hadn’t planned on staying out too late, but once again he found himself unable to deny the southern birds’ request. “Sure, I guess,” he said with a shrug.

“Excelente!”

“Maravilhoso!”  

José waited for Donald and Panchito to finish their water before linking his arms with theirs and leading them to his private room. Along the way, his many fans approached him, swooning, fawning, and flirting with the parrot despite the fact that some of them were already accompanied by a date.

Donald really hoped he wasn’t going to witness and/or break up a fight between the Brazilian playbird and jealous boyfriends before the night’s end.

~*0o0*~

Liquid heat, not unlike fire, scorched Donald’s insides as he downed his third shot of José’s Cachaça. He felt warm, pleasantly so, the liquor working its sweet magic, leaving him completely relaxed. So much relaxed, that he found himself leaning heavily against Panchito’s shoulder, laughing languidly at José, who was currently resting with his head in Donald’s lap, recounting his many misadventures at the club.

“You’re rid-(hic)-ulous, Joe!” Donald laughed, gently poking the parrot on his beak. “There’s no (hic) way that could happen…!”

“I am telling you the truth, Donaldo!” insisted José. “It was…it was like…” he held up his hands, amber colored eyes squinting as if he was trying to maintain coherent thought. “…this big!” He twisted his body a bit to reach over to where Panchito was sitting on the couch, shaking his leg. “…You (hic)…believe me, don’t you ‘Chito?”

“Of course!” the rooster chirped in response, playfully ignoring Donald’s disbelieving snort. “We have similar stories in Mexico, so one must always be on their guard. Take heed, Donal’! We wouldn’t want anything to happen to our favorite doctor, after all~~.”

“You’re…you’re both ridicul…ridiculous,” the duck giggled, blowing a raspberry at the pair before leaning forward to snatch the liquor bottle off the table. He stumbled slightly, the alcohol in his system making his movements clumsy, but Panchito’s firm arm around his waist kept him from toppling over. “…Thanks,” he mumbled before squinting at the Mexican. “How are still s-so sober?”

The reddish-brown rooster smirked, gently guiding Donald back into his original position against him. “Good genes, I guess.” He drained the last of his drink before asking, “I’m curious about something, Donal’. What made you become a doctor?”

“Yeah ‘Naldo, …” began José, rattling his ice-filled cup at the mallard. “You…you always struck me as some(yawn)one who would be a great ator or something!”

Donald shrugged his shoulders. “It’s always been something I was good at, I guess.” Sky blue eyes stared at the clear liquid in his glass as he reminisced about his past. “Ever since I was little I would take care of my twin sister’s bumps and bruises, then when I got older and went into the Navy, I was a field medic and took care of my fellow soldiers. And now I’m here, taking care of my nephews boo-boos and working at the hospital. Sure, there were other things I wanted to do in life like: become a barber, a famous hockey player, and yes, even an elite Hollywood actor! But…”

“But what?”

“My bad luck kept fuckin’ me over,” he deadpanned, taking another gulp of his drink. He let out a sigh, alcohol helping to numb the negative memories. “Still, I guess I should feel fortunate; my bad luck never stopped me from helping someone in need.” A soft smile spread across his face. “And well, if that’s where all my good luck went then I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Caramba! Do you hear this, Zé?! Such wonderous compassion and selflessness!”

“Indeed, ‘Chito! How did we ever get so fortunate to have such an amazing doutor and amigo?!”

“You…two…let go of me! You’re hugging too tight!” Donald shrieked, now sandwiched in an embrace by the two Southern birds. But try as he might, the duck couldn’t escape their constrictor-like affections. Eventually, he gave up and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible.

“Say Donal’, you said you were in the Navy?”

“Yep. Got the scars and Honorable Discharge papers to prove it.”

“Really? Can we see them?” asked José, looking a bit more sober.

Donald balked at José’s question, wondering why anyone would want to see those gnarly things. Still, he knew they’d keep pestering him about it, so he gently pushed José back a little to allow him to fiddle with his shirt. He opened the top buttons on his shirt enough to expose his left shoulder and the jagged scar etched there. Twin gasps filled his ears, just as he expected. Everyone reacted the same way when they saw them.

“Does it hurt?” the parrot asked softly, hand hovering in air as if to touch.

The veteran shrugged. “Only if I overtax my arm or if it rains.”

“Is it hurting now?” questioned the rooster, shifting closer.

Donald shrugged again. “…It’s aching a little, but nothing I can’t igno—EEK?!” the duck shrieked when Panchito dropped his head to the side of his neck and kissed the sensitive scarred flesh. “Panch’! The hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“What? Mamá always said that kissing a wound would make it feel better! And you did say it was hurting~.”

Donald quickly covered his shoulder, at the same time slapping a hand over José’s snoot before he could follow suit. “J-Joe!”

The parrot’s amber orbs gazed up at him, placing a yellow-gloved hand over the near-hyperventilating male’s bare one. “…We don’t have the gift of healing like you do, ‘Naldo…” His words came out slightly muffled. “…So if we can offer you comfort, even if it’s just a tiny fraction of what you do for us, we would like to. Can we…?”

The duck squirmed under the southern birds’ intense gazes, feeling like he was about to burn from the inside out. How was it that these two could easily break down his barriers? Slowly, he removed the hand from his shoulder and from José’s beak. A breathless squeal left him when his sensitive shoulder was kissed again.

“Well, well, do you feel better?” Panchito asked softly, José asking the same.

By now, all of Donald’s feathers were a soft rose pink owing to the alcohol in his system and the embarrassment he was feeling. But how could he not respond when they were looking at him so earnestly? “I-I do…thanks, fellas.”

TO BE CONTINUED~

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Luigi!

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Practicing drawing Jose Carioca! Companion art for fanfic "Paging Doctor Duck"!

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Paging Doctor Duck Ch. 2

“GET…BACK…HERE…YOU!!”

“Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-HA!”

Dr. Donald’s legs and lungs burned as he chased after the troublesome, tiny turtle through the hospital halls. Hospital staff and guests hurried out of the way with indignant shrieks and shouts as doctor and child patient continued their sudden game of cat and mouse. Shelby the Turtle had been one of the patients that he had swapped with Roxanne along with the child’s mother, Mrs. Turtle. Donald had been a little hesitant accepting these particular pair of patients, his temper and bratty children not being a good mix, but the younger doctor had insisted that Baby Shelby was an absolute angel, and his mother was one of the nicest people you could ever meet. Against his better judgment, Donald had agreed.

‘And boy, am I regretting it now…’ the male mallard thought miserably as he continued after the tot, who used his tiny size to easily maneuver through wheelchairs, medical equipment, and between people’s legs, laughing obnoxiously along the way while Donald tripped, stumbled, and struggled over gurneys, Goofy’s mop bucket, and even his own two feet. ‘At this rate I’ll never catch him!’ he thought before he was struck with an idea. Doubling back, he dashed into a side hallway and ducked (heh) behind a corner, hoping to cut the turtle off. A few seconds later, Shelby’s laughter could be heard, and Donald readied himself to strike.

“Three…two…one…”

“Ah-ha-ha-WAH?!”

“Gotcha!”

Donald laughed triumphantly as he held on tight to the baby menace. Shelby began to struggle, but Donald quickly pulled out a strawberry flavored lollipop from his coat pocket, waving it enticingly in his face. “Hey Shelby, want some candy?” Immediately, Shelby stopped his struggling, clearly mesmerized by the offered treat and made grabby-hands for it. The doctor smiled and let him have it, and while the baby was distracted, he pulled out a needle out of his other coat pocket and jabbed him with it before he could react. Donald braced himself and waited for the crying to start, as it usually did when any of his patients, child or adult, but thankfully the sucker did its job and kept the child pacified.

“Phew…” Donald breathed a sigh of relief.

“Nice work, Dr. D!”

“Ay caramba! Such mastery, such skill!”

Donald turned around to see Roxanne pushing Panchito in a wheelchair. Señor Martinez followed behind, happily swishing his tail back and forth when he spotted Donald and greeted him with a sloppy, wet kiss. Much to the duck’s chagrin.

“See? I knew you could handle him!” Roxanne said with a smile.

“Yeah, well it helps when you’ve got experience from raising one’s nephews,” Donald replied, unconsciously wiping off the horse slobber from his face. He gave the Mexican rooster a questioning glance. “What are you guys up to?”

“I’m finally being discharged, amigo! I cannot wait to get home and eat my mama’s cooking! No offense, but the hospital food is a little…”

“…It’s not…that bad…?” Roxanne started, a sheepish grin on her face as she tried to delicately critique the food. “…But it could be better.”

“It’s terrible,” Donald stated point-blank. “Director Mickey claims he’s gonna get better cooks, but he’s too nice to get rid of the old ones! That’s why I bring my lunch from home.”

Shelby blew a raspberry, shaking his tiny head in disgust at the thought of the hospital’s food. This caused Donald to smile, for once they were in agreement with each other about something.

“HEY DUCK!!”

Both doctors and patient jumped at the angry sounding voice before turning around to see a female turtle stomping her way towards them. Donald trembled at the sight of her, his ears still ringing from her earlier beratement. He smiled nervously, hoping she was in a better mood than before. “Y-Yes, Mrs. Turtle?”

“Have you finished giving my precious baby Shelby his shot?! I told you we have a meeting at the Daycare, AND WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW SO WE’RE NOT LATE!!”

“Yes, ma’am! Of course, ma’am! Shelby is all ready to go!” the mallard said as he held out the baby to his overbearing mother.

Almost instantly, the angry scowl melted from the older’s turtle’s face as she retrieved her baby. “Oh thank you, Doctor Duck! Why, it doesn’t look like he cried at all! Were you good for the doctor, Shelby?” The tiny turtle eagerly nodded his head while the waterfowl bit his tongue to stop himself from saying the contrary. “And thank you, Doctor Roxanne for recommending Doctor Donald! He really is great with children!”

“I told you~.”

“Si, si! Donal’ really is amazing!”

With a final wave, both mother and baby turtle went on their way, leaving Donald, Roxanne, and Panchito to sigh in relief.

“Yowza! Mamá Tortuga sure is loud and aggressive!”

“She may seem a bit much at first, but she can be really sweet once you get to know her!” the female doctor explained.

“That sounds a lot like Donal’.”

“Hey!”

~*OoO*~

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” muttered Donald as he pulled up in front of large ranch with horses and cattle milling about.

Today was supposed to be the doctor’s long awaited day off, but of course, as he was leaving work the night before he happened to overhear a conversation between Roxanne and her boyfriend, Max, who worked on the custodial staff part-time.

“Are you sure you can’t make it tomorrow?” asked Max, pleadingly.

“I’m sorry, Max, but something came up, and I’ll be swamped all day. We’ll have to reschedule our date to a later time…”

Donald had wanted to keep walking, that was life working at a hospital; you could be called in to work at any given moment and that was something the younger doctor had deal with, just like everyone else. Unfortunately, his traitorous legs pulled him to a stop and made him turn around and walk back to the young couple.

“…I can take over for your shift…” Donald said when the pair noticed his presence.

“Huh?”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, really,” the older doctor said with a wry smile. As much as Donald wanted to enjoy his day off, he knew what overworking did to couples. He’d been dumped by his girlfriend, Daisy, thanks to his chaotic work schedule, among other things. And that was the last thing he wanted for Max and Roxanne. “Go on and enjoy your date tomorrow.”

“Oh, thank you, Dr. D!” exclaimed the redhead as she threw her arms around him in a tight hug. “But are you sure?” she asked cautiously, eyes holding guilt “ …I was supposed to pay a house-call to Mr. Panchito …”

“…urk…”

“…And Mr. José…”

The duck swallowed hard at the news, fighting to keep his face neutral while Roxanne and Max watched on worriedly, like they knew how much he was regretting his decision. “I…I meant what I said, and I said what I meant! Now, hurry up and go before I change my mind! Go on, get!”

Max grabbed Roxanne’s hand and together they ran for the exit. “Thanks, Dr. D!” they chorused.

“Me and my big , stupid, bleeding heart…” he mumbled as he got out of car, grabbed his medical bag and made his way towards the house. As Donald drew closer, he could hear the sound of music being strummed on guitar and someone singing. As he reached the front porch, he gasped in horror when he saw not one, but two familiar faces sitting there.

“Hey! It’s Doctor Donal’!”

“Really?!Doutor Donaldo is here to take care of us?!”

Donald balked, slowly backing away to get back into his car. It was one thing to deal with the southern birds individually, but together?! No thank you! Unfortunately for Donald, it was at this time that Señor Martinez made his presence known by snatching him up off the ground, dropping him upon his saddle before galloping towards the porch where Panchito and José were eagerly waiting.

“Welcome to my humble hogar, Donal’!” the rooster greeted cheerfully when the horse deposited the duck onto the porch. He made a move to get out of his seat, but a quick glare from the duck had him easing back down.

“Not that we’re not super happy to see you, but what happened to Doutor Roxanne? I thought she was supposed to be here?” asked José.

“I decided to take over for her shift so she could have more time off…” the duck muttered, wishing for the tenth time today that he’d just kept walking.

“How incredibly nice of you, Donaldo!”

“He is a wonderful person, is he not?” exclaimed Panchito, slapping the duck hard on the back.

The unexpected praise from his patients caused the temperamental mallard to blush despite the stinging in his back. He cleared his throat and asked, “So uh, why are you two here together, I wasn’t aware you guys knew each other.”

“Oh yes, me and Panchito met at the hospital where we bonded over the less-than-appetizing food and our favorite doutor!” said the green parrot.

Donald nodded along absently as he pulled his medical supplies from his bag. “Yep, yep, Roxanne is an incredible doctor,” he said in agreement. The younger medical professional was the ‘Employee of the Month’ for the third time in a row after all.

The parrot and rooster shared a confused look with each other. “Uh Donaldo, we were referring to you!”

“Huh?”

Panchito slapped Donald on the back again. “Don’t get us wrong, amigo. Roxana is a wonderful doctor, but you’ve been taking good care of us for so long!

“Yeah! I doubt we’d be in such great shape if it was not for your, as you Americans say, ‘tough love’!”

Donald was becoming increasingly flustered with all the compliments being thrown his way. He would receive the odd compliment here and there at work, but never to this magnitude. A small smile soon found its way onto his reddening face. “Uh…t-thank you. That…that means a lot…” He then cleared his throat to get back into his medical mindset. “A-Anyway, let’s start the check-up! Do you want to be seen privately, or are you both okay with being checked-up together?”

“I don’t mind José sitting in. He already knows about my leg injury!”

“And Panchito knows about my blackened lungs and head injury!”

“Gotcha,” Donald replied, moving to start his medical exam, beginning  with Panchito. “Have you been taking care of that leg like I asked? Making sure to stay off your injured leg and avoiding strenuous activities?”

“O si, si, I have! You can even ask José, I’ve been sitting here and taking it easy, just like you’ve prescribed!”

The duck inspected the rooster’s elevated leg, nodding in satisfaction when it didn’t appear to be swollen and seemed to be healing nicely. The rest of the exam went along smoothy, and Donald was glad to give his patient the positive results. “I’m impressed, Panchito! Your recovery is coming along nicely. Then again, you’ve always been incredibly sturdy.”

“Gracias, amigo! I have you to thank for my continued health!”

Donald flushed again before turning to his other patient. “And you, Mr. Carioca, have you’ve avoided smoking these last few days?” the white-feathered male asked while checking José’s heartbeat with his stethoscope. “…And flirting with the ladies with possessive boyfriends?”

“Indeed, I have, my friend! Check it out! Haaaaa!”

“Ack!” Donald hadn’t been prepared for José to breathe directly in his face but was relieved that it smelled minty fresh instead of old cigars.

“And you can even ask Panchito, I’ve been a good boy and followed your orders to the letter!” the Brazilian bird exclaimed with a bright smile. “So, so, are you proud of us?”

Donald blinked in surprise at the question and the hopeful look in the southern birds were leveling him with, like they were eager for his approval. “Uh…yeah, yeah I guess I am. Good job, you two,” the doctor said with a small, genuine smile.

The rest of José’s check-up went well, and doctor was pleased to give his patient a positive review. Job now done, he began packing up his things to leave, now feeling grateful that Panchito and José had been together, so he only had to make one trip.

“Aw, do you have to leave so soon?” asked the reddish-brown rooster.

“Yeah! Stay a little longer, Donaldo! Panchito is a really talented guitar player!”

“And José is sings very well!”

Well, that explained the music he heard earlier. “As fun as that sounds, I promised my nephews I would take them to the movies after I was done here.”

“I understand. It is no surprise that you would be good tio, who takes care of his little ones! But wait, maybe you can come visit the club I work at! You both should come! We’ll have a great time!”

“I don’t---”

“That sounds like a great idea!” shouted Panchito excitedly. “And you both should come to one of my rodeo shows, after I have fully recovered, of course! You can even bring your nephews along, Donal’. It’ll be a lot of fun!”

Donald felt off balance at anyone, much less his patients, wanting to spend more time with him than necessary. “Uhhh…I’m not sure if that’s…”

The green parrot grabbed the duck’s arm before he could back away from them. “I go back to work soon, Donaldo…don’t you want to make sure I don’t get hurt or strain myself?”

“…Are you using your health to blackmail me into going…?”

“Is it working?” asked Panchito.

Seeing that his two patients weren’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer, Donald sighed and gave in. “…Fine. I’ll see if I can make time for a visit…” As the southern birds and even the horse started to celebrate his acquiesce, Donald could only hope he wouldn’t regret his decision.

‘Boy, what did I get myself into…?’

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Cat Luigi

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"Boyfriend Sweater". Art for fanfiction "Lost in Thought"

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Doctor Donald

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Paging Doctor Duck

(just a fic from my ao3 account)

*Paging Doctor Duck. Paging Doctor Duck*

The cup of hot coffee that had been rising to his lips halted when Doctor Donald Duck heard his name being called on the intercom. He sighed heavily and placed the paper cup back onto the breakroom table, rubbing at his throbbing temples.

“What now?” Donald asked out loud as he stared up at the ceiling. He had just sat down to take a much needed break after dealing with fifteen separate patients.

“Oh, there you are Doctor Donald!”

The duck turned to see Nurse Clarabelle walk into the breakroom, a metal clipboard in her hand. “Yes, nurse. What do you need?”

“Just wanted to give you a heads up that one of your favorite patients is here in room #224.” The cow smiled smugly at the expression on her co-worker’s face.

Donald sighed again at the news. “Favorite patients”. More like a pain in his tail feathers! “Which one is it?”

“I’ll let you see for yourself,” the nurse said with laugh before handing him the clipboard. “Best get to it.”

“Gee, thanks,” the mallard muttered. He pulled a bottle of aspirin out of his coat pocket and popped two of them before washing them down with his scalding hot coffee. It burned on the way down, but the pain helped wake him up. “Let’s get this over with.”

OoOoO

“Hola, Doctor Donal’!”

Donald felt his eye twitch when he walked into the room to see a familiar looking rooster laid up in one of the hospital beds. He looked a little loopy as he waved clumsily at the waterfowl, his words switching from English to Spanish that made it difficult for Donald to follow. The nurses must’ve given him morphine already. “Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero González III, what brings you in today?” he asked dryly.

The rooster smiled sheepishly and gestured clumsily to his leg. “I hurt my leg again, amigo~.”

“Of course,” Donald mumbled. He stepped towards the injured leg, gently poking and prodding while watching his patient’s reactions. “Hmm. Nothing feels broken, might just be a light sprain or…”

“Maybe we should take him to radiology to get X-rayed,” suggested Clarabelle.

“No need,” Donald replied, grabbing Panchito’s leg and yanking hard.

There was a loud pop and an even louder yowl from the rooster. “Ay caramba!”

“Doctor Donald!” cried the cow nurse, her tone scolding. “What do you think you’re…?!”

“Hey! My leg! My leg feels so much better, amigo!” Panchito exclaimed, moving his leg almost effortlessly. “Muchas gracias, Doctor Donal’!”

“If you really want to thank me, you’ll stop getting injured so much,” groused the duck. Grabbing his notepad, he scribbled a prescription for pain medication for the cowboy to take. “Keep that leg elevated and ice it properly. Also, no hard work until you’re fully recovered. Remember, you’re no spring chicken!”

“Of course I am no spring chicken. I was born in the summer!”

“You know what I meant! And would you please stop leaving your horse in the waiting room?! He keeps eating all of the refreshments!”

“But Señor Martinez is family! Where else would I leave him?”

OoOoO

It was lunchtime and Donald thought the worst part of his day was over once he was finished with Panchito, but he was proven wrong when Nurse Minnie came by and alerted him of his next patient.

“Hey Doctor Donald, you’ve got José Carioca waiting for you in room #230.”

“What?! He’s here, too?!” groaned Donald. He hadn’t even had the chance to eat lunch yet. “Please tell me he’s the only one in the room this time!” he begged.

“I wish I could, Doctor,” Minnie said apologetically.

“Ugh.”

Setting his lunch aside, he followed the mouse nurse to his next patient’s assigned room. Already the two medical workers could hear a commotion coming from the room and mentally braced themselves for what lay on the other side of the door.

“Aw, poor José!”

“How could something like this happen to you, José?”

“Would you like to stay at my place while you recover, José?”

“Wow. There’s even more girls than last time,” said Minnie.

“Somehow, I’m not surprised,” replied Donald.

The duo managed to push past the crowd of females to make it to the patient’s bed. There, they spotted a green parrot sitting comfortably amongst the pillows, soaking up the attention of his fangirls. He smiled brightly when he noticed his medical caretakers.

“Ah Doutor Donaldo! Enfermeira Minnie! So good to see you again!”

“It’s good to see you as well, José,” replied the mouse in her usual cheerful and polite way.

“Is it?” asked the duck dryly.

“Oh! Well…maybe not in a hospital setting…”

“So, how’d you end up with a head injury, Mr. José?” asked Donald as he looked at his patient’s chart.

“Well, you see, Doutor, there was this not-so-friendly gentleman at the club where I work at and—"

“It was all her fault!” interrupted one of the women, pointing to the blonde female. “If it hadn’t been for her and her crazy boyfriend then--!”

“My boyfriend?! Wasn’t it your boyfriend who got poor José injured last time?!”

“Why you…!”

“Uh-oh, Doctor Donald! I think we might have another fight on our hands!” shouted Minnie, worriedly remembering what happened last time the performing parrot was here.

“I haven’t taken enough aspirin to deal with a repeat of that!” the duck grumbled back. “All right, ladies, I’m gonna have to ask all of you to leave so I can deal with my patient!” announced Donald impatiently.

“But we want to stay with José!” chorused the girls.

“I SAID LEAVE! WAAAKKK!!”

In an instant, the room was vacated by the females, restoring peace and order to the hospital room.

“That might lose us some stars on our hospitality rating,” warned Minnie.

“Aw phooey! They should know better than to be making a ruckus at a hospital!” Donald retorted, beyond caring at the moment. He turned his attention back to the green feathered bird. “So, about your injury…”

“Hehe right. Um…so as Cindy was saying, her boyfriend wasn’t too thrilled about me flirting with her and he sort of bashed me over the head with a chair.”

“So, the same as last time?” asked Donald whilst he checked José’s reflexes.

“No, no, no. Last time, I was beaten with a trumpet!”

“Maybe it might be in your best interest if you didn’t flirt with already taken girls,” Minnie advised.

“But Enfermeira Minnie, the mulheres flirt with me first! How am I supposed to know if they already have boyfriends? Big…strong…trumpet and chair wielding boyfriends…”

“Maybe you’d have a better chance at running from them if you didn’t smoke so much,” the waterfowl said as he checked the parrot’s pupils. “Did you cut back on the cigars like I asked?”

“O sim, sim! These past few weeks I only smoked two cigars per day!”

“Only two?”

“Okay, maybe two and a half. Three at the most if I’m stressed.”

“Right,” said Donald as he scribbled something down on his notepad. “Well, it looks like you have a mild concussion. A few days rest should fix you right up.”

“A few days rest consisting of…?”

“No working, no partying, no bright lights, no loud music, no fangirls, and NO SMOKING!”

OoOoO

“Hi Doctor Donald.”

“I haven’t eaten lunch yet!” Donald squawked angrily before realizing who it was. “Whoops, sorry Doctor Roxanne.”

The young, redheaded doctor waved it off with a smile. “It’s okay. Great work today.”

“Thanks, you too.”

Donald took several quick bites of his sandwich, not sure if or when he would be called to deal with another patient. He had already taken two more pills for his headache after being scolded by Clarabelle, Minnie, and the hospital director for his less-than-stellar bedside manner. Taking a quick look at the clock hanging on the breakroom wall, he groaned when he saw he had two hours until the end of his shift. The longest two hours of any work shift.

“So, I heard your favorite patients came in today,” started Roxanne, taking a seat across from her colleague with a cup of tea.

“Of course, they did,” grumbled the male. “It’s almost like they have sixth sense to know when to show up here and pester me.”

Roxanne giggled at that. “I think they just like visiting their favorite doctor. They know you’ll take good care of them no matter what.”

“…If they liked me that much then they wouldn’t get hurt all the time.”

“Hey, some people can’t help how accident-prone they are. You of all people should understand that.”

“Well, you got me there.” He polished off the rest of his sandwich and washed it down with his fourth cup of coffee as he thought about the southern birds. It wasn’t as if he disliked them, but rather their antics and their propensity to tease. ‘Sometimes, I think they like seeing me mad…’

“Oh! I have an idea! What if we switch patients and I could handle José and Panchito’s next visits while you take two of mine.”

“Huh. That sounds like a great idea!” After all, the two doctors traded patients all of the time. Whenever dealing with a young child or an elderly person who required a lot of patience that he didn’t have, Donald would call on Roxanne. And when the female doctor had rougher patients that needed to be forcibly told that they had no chance with her, Roxanne called on Donald. Without a doubt, the Mexican and Brazilian birds would adore Roxanne, as did everyone else. She was smart, sweet, considerate, patient, and cute-as-a-button.

Everything Donald was not.

“Thanks, Pop-rocks.”

Roxanne giggled affectionately at the nickname. “No problem, Doctor D. I’m always worried your stress levels will land you in here as a patient instead of a doctor!”

END CHAPTER

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Luigi

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Coin Rush

(Just another fic! This time about the Mario and Luigi Infinite Coin Gimmick Caution: Spicy)

“St-stay back, Mario!”

‘Cute…’ Mario thought with a small smile at his trembling younger brother, who was currently holding onto his hammer as if to defend himself. Mario took an easy step forward, knowing full well that his too sweet brother would never lift a finger to actually hurt him. “Relax Weegee, I’m just proposing a little experiment. Aren’t you curious?”

The brothers were currently in Chucklehuck Woods after a brief mission of escorting Princess Peach to the Beanbean Kingdom for the usual diplomatic relations meeting. Once their princess was in the safety of the BeanBean Royal guards, Mario discreetly grabbed Luigi’s hand and led them to where they were now.

“Of course, I’m not curious! It’s too painful for me to be even remotely curious!”

“Hence why I want us to experiment. To find a way so it’s not painful.”

Luigi lowered his hammer a bit at Mario’s explanation, the words making sense. Mario took another step forward which caused Luigi to back up. “B-But wait…wait, bro. We’re pretty well off, aren’t we? Do we really need to try this when we don’t need the money?”

“True, but life can change at a moment’s notice. It’d be good to know that we have a safe way to collect some extra cash if needed. Especially, when it’s foreign currency.”

Again his brother’s words made sense. But…but…

Mario inwardly smiled when he saw how close he was to making Luigi agree. “C’mon Weegee. Don’t you trust your big brother?”

That did it. Luigi puffed out his cheeks and gave Mario his cutest pouty face. “Th-that’s not fair…you know I trust you more than anything!”

Battle won, the older brother closed the distance between them and captured his twin’s lips in a kiss. Almost instantly, Luigi melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around the shorter man, shuddering when he felt hands trailing down his back to his rear end.  He jerked back in surprise. “Ack! M-Mario, what are you…?”

“This is part of the experiment, Weege,” Mario whispered, his breath hot against the shell of Luigi’s ear. The younger male started to object, but the red-loving plumber recaptured his lips, successfully silencing any protests. “I can make it so good for you, little bro…just like I always do. Just trust me with this…”

The younger plumber still squirmed in place at the thought of this experiment. They would be out in the open where anyone could happen upon them. He shivered again, but to his horror it wasn’t solely due to fear. He bit his lips and looked into his brother’s eyes, trying to reassure himself with the confidence that shone in those similarly colored orbs.

“U-Um okay…but maybe, maybe I can try by myself first…” his face was burning as he said this. “T-That way it won’t be as embarrassing…”

The older twin initially wanted to say no, but shrugged and agreed, knowing that Luigi needed time to get comfortable with this. And besides, he had a feeling his little bro would be needing his help anyway.

OoOoO

“Ah...hm…o-oh…ha…~”

Mario took deep, measured breaths as he sat perched atop a log, back facing Luigi in order to give him his requested privacy. While the older plumber waited and listened to Luigi’s moans, his partner tried everything to make himself produce a coin like all those months ago with no success. Mario could feel his smile grow once the familiar sounds of his little brother huffing out pants of frustration and vexation at being unable to find completion by his own hand.

Mario knew this all too well, having stumbled onto his green-clad brother tucked away in a corner of the house late one night, trying to find pleasure on his own. What a sight it had been. Luigi’s face flushed red with fat tears rolling down his cheeks, trembling hand wrapped around his leaky, throbbing length with Mario’s name falling from his lips in hushed whimpering whispers. What a wonderful memory that was…

“Hah…M-Mari…”

Almost there…

“Ah big brother…”

Just a little more…

“Ah Mari-Mario…I can’t… oh… I need you, please! I—”

The last of Mario’s patience had burned away at his little brother’s impassioned plea. He leapt off his perch and made his way over to where Luigi was, groaning appreciatively at the sight. There, settled on a green and red striped blanket that Mario had brought from home, sat Luigi with only his green shirt on and nothing else. His legs were parted and quivering as his left hand moved up and down his dripping cock. His eyes were clenched shut and his mouth ajar as steady streams of moans and gasps fell from his lips. “M-Mario…”

“Big brother’s here,” Mario replied breathlessly, kneeling down and placing a hand on Luigi’s cheek. He ran his thumb over the younger’s trembling lower lip. “You ready to let me take care of you?”

Luigi nodded eagerly, holding out his unsteady arms towards his lover. “P-Please…please…”

The older male carded his fingers through Luigi’s hair as he brought their lips together in a fevered kiss. He could feel Luigi’s hands pull desperately at his clothes, so he pulled back from the kiss briefly to help to disrobe himself before reconnecting their lips. When the lack of air became an issue, the pair pulled back to catch their breath. “Ready?” he asked again, trailing his fingers down Luigi’s chest, plucking at his pink nipples before they descended to his leaky member.

Luigi swallowed thickly before giving a shaky nod, gasping when deft fingers wrapped around him, giving the hardened flesh a gentle squeeze and bringing him intense pleasure that he couldn’t achieve on his own.

Ga-ling!

Both brothers froze when they heard the familiar noise echo in the clearing. Beside them was a shiny, gold coin gleaming in soft beams of sunlight that streamed through the thick treetops.

“N-No way…” whispered Luigi in disbelief.

Mario chuckled. “I told you~~,” he states in a sing-song voice before beginning a steady rhythm, giving Luigi’s member gentle, yet firm strokes.

Ga-ling!

Ga-ling!

Ga-ling!

“A-Ahh! M…Mario, wait…(ha)…can’t we stop now…?”

“Hm?” the older male hummed, slowing his hands, but not stopping completely.

“W-We have our an…answer…oh…s-so can’t we…(gasp)… stop?!” By now, they were surrounded by shiny coins, more springing up with each stroke of his brother’s talented hand.

Mario looked as if he was contemplating his lover’s words before responding, “True, but it would be such a shame to stop right here…” Mario teased before he used his free hand to lightly brush a finger against his brother’s entrance. “Besides, don’t you want to feel even better?”

Luigi shuddered at the heated look his brother was giving him, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to dissuade his sibling from his plans when he got like this.

Reaching for the equipment bag once again, Mario pulled out a container of lube and spread the substance along his fingers. Once properly coated, he pressed his index finger gently against the quivering entrance before pushing in. “You’re still plenty loose from last night…” he said appreciatively, easily sinking his whole finger into the warm hole. With practiced ease, he found Luigi’s most sensitive spot and pressed down on it.

“A-Ahhh!”

Ga-Ling!!

“Well, would you look at that,” Mario says in awe. Beside the twins was a slightly larger coin with a five on it. Huh. It looked like the more pleasure Luigi felt, the more money he produced. “Will you ever cease to amaze me, baby bro?” He added a second finger, and then another, now using three fingers to work his lover open to receive him. All the while, Luigi moaned and panted his name, his cute voice appealing to him much more than cheerful ringing of the coins swirling around them.

“W-Wait, Mario! D-Don’t do b-both at the…at the same time…!”

“I just want you to feel good, Weegee!” The red-loving male replied, both hands now busy toying with Luigi’s length and channel.

Ga-ling! Ga-ling! Ga-ling!

Ten-coins were now being produced as Luigi’s cries of pleasure grew louder. This was sooo much better than the previous method which only brought Luigi pain. Soon, he removed his hands from Luigi’s body to give him a breather. All around them twirled numerous coins. A plentiful bounty, but Mario knew they could do better. Placing his hands on his brother’s hips, he settled between his legs. He caressed Luigi’s cheek, rubbing away the tears there. “I love you, Weegee…”

His little brother was struggling to catch his breath but still smiled dreamily up at him “I…(ha)…love you, too, Mario…” Luigi panted, bracing himself for what was coming next.

Mario let out a soft curse as he began pushing into his brother’s entrance, the tight channel nearly driving him mad. It was always a struggle to keep his composure during times like this when all he wanted to do was pound into that delicious moist heat, but as always Mario maintained his ironclad control and waited for Luigi to adjust. “You okay, Luigi?” he asked after a minute, peppering kisses along Luigi’s face and neck.

It took the green-loving male a second to respond, but he reached up and pulled his older brother closer. “I-I’m okay, bro…”

Mario doesn’t hesitate then, pulling back his hips before driving back in. Both men groaned at the sensations, quickly forming an easy rhythm as they lost themselves to the pleasure.

Ga-Ling! Ga-Ling! Ga-Ling!

“Does it feel that good, Weegee?” Mario teased as he continued plowing his lover. “Look at you…you’re feeling so good that you’re generating fifty-coins now~! You’re so incredible, little bro! An absolute wonder! How did I get so lucky to have you?!”

Luigi was wailing now, clinging desperately to his older brother. His passage tightening like a vice due to his brother's praise. Already, he could feel himself tittering close to the edge, vision whiting out with each hard shove of Mario’s hips.

“Ah…ha…Mario…I’m…aaaahhhh!!”

Ga-Ling! Ga-Ling! Ga-LING!!

Mario groaned when he felt his brother’s hot channel tighten around his cock, causing him to fall over the edge right after Luigi. He fought to catch his breath, arms shaking slightly as he held himself up so not to squash his sibling. Luigi was panting wildly below him, eyes tightly closed as tears and sweat ran down his face. It was a gorgeous sight. Taking a quick look around, Mario marveled at the sight of gold coins spinning around them. Single coins, five-coins, ten-coins, and of course, fifty-coins making up the impressive haul.

But still…

“We can do even better than that…”Mario said to himself as he shifted to his knees, easily pulling Luigi up into his lap.

Luigi’s cerulean blue eyes popped open when he found himself in the new position, gravity causing him to sink even further onto Mario’s still hardened dick. “W-Wha…how are you s-still…? There’s n-no way I c-can---!”

The older plumber interrupted Luigi’s doubtful words with a hard kiss. He pulled back and gave his lover a heated look. “You can because I’m asking you to…” he purred before recapturing his lover’s lips, thrusting once again into that luscious heat.

GA-LING! GA-LING! GA-LING!

Luigi sobbed as his overstimulated body received even more pleasure from Mario’s pistoning hips. The immense pleasure feeling like it was too much and not enough all at the same time. He buried his burning face into the crook of Mario’s neck, trembling arms holding tight to his brother’s shoulders as his body was too weak to do anything else but take it.

GA-LING! GA-LING! GA-LING!!

Mario happily took advantage of Luigi’s now pliant body by speeding up, bouncing him easily on his cock. All the while muttering endless praises in ear. How good he felt! How amazing he was for taking all of Mario’s passion! He took hold of Luigi’s sensitive dick again and pumped it in time with his thrusts, loving how that warm, velvety interior clamped down hard on his dick as his lover found his release for the second time with a scream. Mario followed soon after with a loud groan, pushing in as deep as he could and unleashing every drop of his passion within that tightened channel.

GAL-LING!!!

Mario was panting harshly by the time he came back to himself. Below him laid Luigi, eyes closed, and blushing body covered in sweat and come, belly slightly inflated from Mario’s spend. Carefully, he slowly pulled himself out and watched as the pearl-colored liquid pooled from Luigi’s swollen entrance.  The older plumber swallowed hard at the sight, dick twitching in interest at a possible third round.

‘No, no! Luigi needs to rest,’ Mario thought to himself admonishingly. He reached into the equipment bag and pulled out a small towel, damping it with some water. He then proceeded to wipe his lover down as best he could before dressing him and then himself. Once satisfied with Luigi being in a proper state, he turned almost absentmindedly to the field of coins around them. A proud smile spreading across his face when he saw the numerous one hundred-coins twirling happily about.

It was fantastic to have a visible representation of how good he made his lover feel.

Mario collected their mini fortune with a cheerful whistle before moving to grab his still unconscious brother. Luigi barely stirred when Mario lifted him up into his arms, only mumbling something unintelligible and tucking his head under the older man’s chin. A conditioned reflex Luigi had developed when they were younger when Luigi sought comfort from him. It warmed Mario’s heart every single time. With a content smile, Mario carried his brother to the nearby Warp-pipe back to the castle. While this was a fun and fulfilling experience, they wouldn’t need to come back here anytime soon.

They were pretty well-off anyway…

THE END

#mario x luigi #mariocest #super mario #fanfic #nsfw #mario and luigi superstar saga

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Lost in Thought

(Just another fic)

Luigi shivered and let out a soft sneeze as he walked through the city on a beautifully sunny, yet cool Fall morning.

“If only I had brought my coat with me…” Luigi mumbled to himself as he tried to warm himself up by rubbing his bare arms. He wished he dressed better for the weather, the sun that had shined through his bedroom window lulling him into a false sense of security that the weather would be much warmer. Now, he was out and about wearing only a green t-shirt and blue jeans. And unfortunately, in his haste he had forgotten his iconic green hat. Still, he wasn’t too pressed about it. Having managed to sneak out of the house before anyone, especially Mario, was awake, and he hadn’t wanted to jeopardize that by going back inside.

Sigh…Mario…

Luigi felt his stomach clench at the thought of his older brother, the very reason why he was outside without a coat, the reason he hadn’t got to welcome the new day buried underneath the warmth of his blankets…and maybe even receiving a good morning kiss…

Their relationship was changing…had been changing over the past few weeks.

Luigi’s cheeks burned at the recent memory of Mario pressing a kiss on his cheek just last night before they both retired to their own rooms for the night. Kissing wasn’t new per say, but the intention was. What had once been a kiss or two here and there, displaying simple brotherly affection that they had done since they were little kids, had morphed into kisses of want, heat, and desire.

Their first kiss, their first romantic one, had been brought about on a particularly stormy night. Luigi, not liking the sound of booming thunder, had sought refuge in his brother’s room, just like he had always done many nights before. And just like always, Mario invited him into his bed and arms without question or complaint. Luigi was happily snuggled into Mario’s body heat with the other’s fingers running through his hair when a flash of lightning cracked the sky, and the booming sound of thunder shook their home. A panicked cry had left Luigi’s mouth before he buried his face in Mario’s chest. His older brother had gently shushed him, whispering promises that he would never let anything happen to him, followed by soft kisses on his forehead, nose, and cheeks.

It was something Mario had always done when he needed to be calmed down. And somehow…thanks to those promises, Mario’s warm body and touch…something had switched inside of them.

Lips were now trailing down his neck, pressing soft butterfly kisses there. Luigi whimpered out his brother’s name as the new, pleasurable feeling washed over him. Bare hands slid over his heated skin as Mario whispered soft, sweet nothings in his ear. Storm now completely forgotten, the younger brother soaked up the passionate affection as Mario brought their lips together for the first time.

Burning heat surged through him at the phantom feeling of Mario’s lips on his. A feeling, while embarrassing had the helpful effect of fighting off the chill from the weather. Yes, their relationship had changed and much to the green-clad brother’s surprise, he was okay with it. Sure there was doubt, and little fear in allowing this new thing between them to continue, but at same time, knowing that Mario, his dependable big brother would be there every step of the way made the future, their future seem bright.

‘Sigh…I left the house early so I could avoid seeing Mario, and yet he’s all I can think about.’ The younger chuckled softly to himself as he continued on his trek through the shopping sector of Brooklyn. The sun was climbing higher in the sky and by now Mario and the rest of the family should be waking up. Luigi hoped his brother wouldn’t be too upset with him leaving without saying a word. They were rarely apart from each other after all. And with their budding new relationship, it always felt like Mario needed assurances.

“I think maybe I should buy him a gift!” With a plan in mind, Luigi set about looking for the perfect gift for his beloved big brother. His cerulean eyes gave through the countless windows of different shops in hopes of seeing something special. Eventually, he happened upon a clothing store that had a selection of sweaters in their display window. The deep red, cable knit sweater immediately caught his eye and he could picture how good Mario would look in it. ‘There’s even a gold ‘M’ embroidered on it!’ Decision made, Luigi entered the clothing store, taking a moment to appreciate the store’s warmth, before going over to one of the employees.

“U-Um excuse ma’am?”

The blonde, female clerk turned to him with a pleasant smile and greeting. “Good morning to you, sir. Do you need help finding anything?”

Luigi returned the smile with a small one of his own. “Yes, please. I hoping to see your red sweaters like the one in the window.”

“Of course, sir!” The woman then led him the men’s clothing section where the desired clothing items were and asked him what size he wanted.

“An extra-large, please.”

“Oh?” the clerk said with a tilt of her head as she studied Luigi’s thin frame. “Is this for someone else?” She gave him a knowing smile. “Is it for someone special~~?”

The green plumber’s face turned a deep red at the question which caused him to sputter wildly, much to the clothing store clerk’s amusement. He opened his mouth to clarify that it was only for his brother, but let the words die on his lips. His big brother Mario was special to him. Easily the most precious thing in his life. And now that they were (gulp) dating, he shouldn’t shy away from this. “Y-Yeah…it is for my special person.”

The clothing store worker squealed in excitement. “Say less!” she exclaimed before grabbing the correct size sweater and dragged Luigi over to the dressing room. “Here, go try this on!”

“Huh? What?” started Luigi in confusion as he was pulled along. “This is gift for someone else, remember?”

“I know! But haven’t you ever heard of a ‘Boyfriend Sweater’? You should make sure it looks good on you as well! Are you telling me that you don’t already wear his clothes?”

Luigi, in fact, did wear Mario’s clothes from time to time. His family would always make fun of him whenever they saw the elder brother’s shirts hanging off of his lanky form. Mario, on the other hand, seemed to love it whenever Luigi wore something of his, the heated look in those deep, ocean blue eyes sending a shiver up his spine whenever Mario leveled the younger with it.

With a nod, Luigi entered the fitting room and pulled on the sweater. Now that he was wearing it, he could fully appreciate the article of clothing. The fabric felt incredibly soft while still being durable, which was good for someone like Mario. It had decent sized pockets and upon further inspection, the small gold ‘M’ stitched into the fabric rested right where his heart was. He touched the stitched lettering and smiled gently.

‘Ok, this will definitely be a good gift for Mario!’

OoOoO

Mario adjusted the red and white striped scarf around his neck as a particularly cold gust of wind swept passed. He was currently resting on a bench while looking at his phone. His fingers hovered over the ‘send’ button on his cell phone, his eyes reading and re-reading the message he had wrote to send to his little brother, Luigi.

‘…What if I’m pushing too hard…’ Mario thought worriedly. After all, it wasn’t often for Luigi to go anywhere without him, much less without telling him. Even more telling was the fact that Luigi left without his signature hat, something that he never left the house without.  Was Luigi…was he regretting the new path their relationship was on? As much as it would hurt, the older would give Luigi up if that meant he was happy and healthy.

*BZZT-BZZT*

Mario jumped in surprise by the sudden buzzing of his phone. Looking at the screen, he saw it was a message from the object of his tumultuous thoughts, Luigi! Relief raced through him, and he began reading the text.

Luigi: Hey Bro. You up yet?

Mario erased his previous message and typed up a new one.

Mario: I am. Where’d you run off to so early? I was worried…

Luigi: Sorry about that, bro. I just needed to take a walk to clear my mind.

Mario winced once he read the words. So, Luigi had been feeling overwhelmed by everything. Guilt clawed at him, until…

Luigi: I wish I had waited for you to wake up though. I miss you 😊

Mario felt a smile spread across his face at the text, feeling relief.

Mario: I really miss you, too 😘. Are you still wandering the city? You want to meet up somewhere?

Luigi: I would love to!

The twins made plans to meet near the local coffee shop and the older sibling was happy it wasn’t too far from where he was. Upon arriving at the selected location, Mario looked around but didn’t see his green-clad brother anywhere. Maybe he wasn’t here yet…?

“Hey Bro! Over here!” called a voice.

The red-clad brother turned towards the voice before his blue eyes landed on an individual also wearing the color red, who didn’t appear to have a stitch of green on, waving an arm at him. He squinted before recognizing the person waving at him. “Lu!?”

“Hey Mario!” greeted Luigi as he drew near.

Mario looked over his little brother’s appearance, taking in his wind tossed hair and flushed cheeks due to the cold breeze. “Hey little brother, almost didn’t recognize you with what you’re wearing.”

Luigi looked down and squeaked, as if he had forgotten what he was wearing. “Oh right, this is for you!”

The older twin watched as Luigi began pulling off the sweater, spying a flash of green from his t-shirt and an expanse of skin as he worked to free himself from the article of clothing. Mario choked at the impromptu strip session, glaring at anyone who stared too long at his brother’s exposed flesh before asking in an incredulous tone, “Did you not bring a coat with you?!” When his brother confirmed that he hadn’t, Mario quickly grabbed the red sweater and gently pulled it back down. “Keep that on until we get home!”

“B-But Mario,” whined Luigi, struggling against his brother’s firm hands. “I bought this for you to wear!”

“And I’ll wear it later, Lu. Right now, I want you to wear it and stay warm. The last thing I want for you is to be sick. Also…”

The younger twin blinked in surprise when Mario pulled his green hat from his jacket pocket and placed it on atop Luigi’s head. The action brought a smile to Luigi’s face, leave it to Mario to always take care of him.

“Geez Lu, you forgot your jacket, you forgot your hat…what else did you forget when you snuck out of the house?”

“I don’t think I forgot anything el—” The words died on the younger brother’s lips when his stomach let out a loud growl.

“Seriously, Lu? …Did you really want to avoid me that much?” He had been joking when he asked that, but Luigi hadn’t thought so.

“O-Of course not!” shrieked Luigi. Realizing that they were standing in the middle of the sidewalk, he grabbed his brother’s hand and dragged him down an empty alleyway. Once he was certain they were away from prying eyes, he quickly pressed a long, yet chaste kiss on Mario’s lips.

Mario was taken by surprise by the kiss but wasn’t complaining. But before he could deepen the kiss, Luigi was pulling back. “Lu?”

“I love you,” Luigi whispered, nervously twiddling his fingers. “I l-love you so, so much--and I wasn’t trying to avoid you! I just n-needed a moment to get my thoughts together! A-And I’m sorry that I made you worr--mmph!?” Luigi’s words were interrupted by Mario’s lips.

Unlike Luigi’s kiss, Mario’s kiss was deeper, more heated, more passionate. He swallowed up his brother’s surprised squeak as he pressed Luigi harder against the wall, tongue slipping past the other’s lips as he thoroughly mapped out the interior of the younger’s mouth. When he finally pulled back, Mario looked deep into Luigi’s eyes and said, “Oh Lu, I love you, too. And you don’t have to apologize. Yes, I was little worried when you weren’t there when I woke up, but it’s to be expected for you to be overwhelmed by something like this. We can slow down if you want. Let’s take this at the pace you want.”

Luigi rested his face in the crook of Mario’s neck, comforted by the other’s words. “You don’t have to apologize either. And…and we don’t n-need to slow down…” he grabbed Mario’s right hand and placed it where the gold ‘M’ was, right over his heart. “I’m ready for this, Mario.”

Mario felt his heart soar at the gesture. How had he gotten so lucky getting such a sweet lover? He pressed another kiss against Luigi’s lips before tugging their linked hands. “C’mon, let’s get you fed, yeah? And then we can spend the rest of the day in bed to get you properly warmed up~~.”

“M-Mario!” squeaked Luigi, face burning a bright red.

“What?” the older male asked playfully. “You know what seeing you in my clothes does to me.” He brought their linked hands to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to Luigi’s fingers. “Thank you for your love and the sweater, Luigi.”

THE END

#mario x luigi #mariocest #super mario #fanfic