While Roy would argue that the leaky faucet in their apartment adds to its ramshackle, rustic charm, Jason doesn't share the sentiment. The persistent dripping is white noise to Roy, but for Jason it's an irritant. It's a reminder of home and a childhood Jason would rather forget - a too small apartment that was rundown and falling apart, all stained surfaces and broken fixtures because no one cared to take care of anything. Jason doesn't want to live like that again. It's why Jason does so much to keep the place up despite Roy's absence because it's not just a safe house - it's their home.
Which is why when Roy comes home and is greeted with that steady drip, he grimaces. The leaky faucet is something Roy promised to fix months ago and promptly forgets about between so many other responsibilities, but he resolves himself in that moment: today is the day.
Guilt and shame are strong motivators and Roy feels an ample amount of both if only because the place looks as good as it does. Everything is clean and smells fresh in a way that makes Roy feel at ease and yet here he's left Jason to suffer with a faulty sink.
The old saying of, 'happy wife, happy life,' crosses Roy's mind and while they're not married, Roy resolves that he needs to do better by his partner. If not out of love, then certainly because Roy isn't sure he could withstand being at the forefront of Jason's provoked ire.
It's not a hard task. Challenged as Roy likes to be, he finds enjoyment in the straightforward nature of the problem and the clear steps needed to resolve it. Compared to the other work he does, it's mindless and it's something of a relief.
That he's going to get brownie points with Jason is an added bonus.
Jason, who walks into their apartment that's been empty for months while Roy has been tied up with Justice League missions and bureaucracy to find his partner on his back, crowded into the cabinet beneath their sink finally making right on his promise to fix the damn plumbing. Jason, who sees Roy following through and preens about it because the poor kid is all crossed wires and fucked up associations about the men in his life taking care of shit like this. Jason, who comes home and straddles Roy's hips like he's done so often in the past, casual and alluring - the menace.
It takes all of Roy's willpower not to react. For as often as Jason tries to seduce Roy, Roy has been painstakingly mindful to not take advantage. Making Jason happy and flirting around is one thing; letting him believe he has to pay Roy back for fulfilling a promise Roy made months ago and forgot about is another.
"You gonna help?" Roy asks instead.
"Depends on the plumbing." Jason quips, grinding his ass back against Roy to tease him and-
Bang!
It feels good until it doesn't. Roy sees stars for too many reasons and all he can think is that this was karma coming to bite his ass for 1) not fixing the sink sooner and 2) being tempted by the vixen that is Jason Todd.
The weight on his pelvis is gone in an instant and Roy groans in disappointment. Just because he won't come on to Jason doesn't mean that he doesn't enjoy when Jason tries to seduce him. It's his guilty pleasure, fuck!
"Shit, are you okay?" Jason asks through an incredulous laugh, dragging Roy out from beneath the sink by his calves. Roy goes easy, one hand to the bump on his head from hitting the pipes beneath the sink. Jason looks both embarrassed and sheepish and Roy can't say the kid has ever looked more gorgeous than in that moment, hovering over Roy with cool fingers pressed to the swelling bump just beneath the edge of Roy's hat. "My bad," Jason snickers, knocking his knuckles just shy of the hurt.
Roy makes a face at him and, just to tease, torments him with a lighthearted taunt: "Kiss it better?"
The mood has come and gone though, so all Jason gives Roy is a smirk and a pointed kiss to his own hand before he smacks it over Roy's head.
"Maybe after you finish with the sink." Jason says, gesturing to the broken pipe, courtesy of Roy's forehead. Roy turns his attention to it, lips pursed because wow, fuck. That's another trip to the store.
"Since it's your fault-" Roy says and Jason scoffs. Still, when Roy holds out his hand, Jason hoists him up. Roy smiles at him, easy as anything, "-come get the parts with me."
Roy loves the work he does. He's happy to do it, but he's missed this; he's glad to be home.
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Relationships: Bowser/Luigi (Nintendo), Mario/Princess Peach (Nintendo)
Additional Tags: Based over that scene in the new super mario bros. end, Mario and Peach are pining in the background while Bowser and Luigi speed-run a relationship, Bowser (Nintendo) is the Koopalings' (Super Mario) Parent, Good Parent Bowser (Nintendo), mario is a good brother, he's just a bit stupid sometimes jiji, Semi-verbal Mario, will add more tags as I think of them
Summary:
After Luigi is accidentally left behind by Mario and Princess Peach after rescuing her from Bowser's castle, he unknowingly bonds with the koopa king's youngest son.
The koopaling is set on having the nice Green Mario to become his new mama! And Bowser's not very sure what's so charming about the lamest of the Mario brothers, but maybe - maybe - he's willing to give it a chance, if that means Junior will be happy.
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Hi! I'm writing another fic jijd ✌️😔
This one's focus is bowuigi tho and Luigi being Junior's new mama too bc shdkdh :'''v
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💞 for the prompt. I'd love to see it with Mario and Peach.
💞 Post-nightmare cuddles (Oooh, first Mario/Peach story prompt! No complaints, I need to practice my pairing writing.) @bowlboi
Peach was used to waking up at a moment’s notice that any ‘new’ noise bought her out of her dreams. It unfortunately came with the territory of ruling a kingdom and getting kidnapped far more than what she was comfortable with. But it was useful, especially in moments like this.
She’d been awoken by a sharp gasp sounding next to her. Peach quickly sat up and scanned the room. The library was dark, save for the crackling fire burning in the fireplace. Wide windows showing the night sky filled with stars. Peach realizes that she must have fallen asleep while reading. But what had…
Looking over to her right found Mario sitting next to her. Looking pale with his eyes darting around, as if trying to find something lurking in the darkness.
“Mario?” Peach said softly. Worry growing when she didn’t receive a reply.
The hero jerked back feeling a hand being placed on his shoulder. Turning to see a clearly worried Peach sitting next to him.
“P-Princess? …S-Sorry, I don’t know what that was,” Mario gave a weak laugh, “More tired than I thought. I should probably-”
“This is…normal?” Peach asked, worry clear in her voice.
“What? I- no, I mean…”
Peach frowned watching as Mario’s resolved drop. The hero leaned back into the plush couch, wrapping his arms around himself. Eyes pointed downwards away from the princess.
“How long has this been happening?”
“...A while.”
“Are they nightmares?”
Mario sighed, “I guess? I’m not sure how else to put it. I’m not seeing anything, it’s more of a…a feeling. That there’s danger’s close and I need to wake up now…”
“Does Luigi-”
“No, he doesn’t know. You…You weren’t supposed to know either.”
Peach didn’t want to show how much that hurt to hear, because in some way she understood. After all, she had a kingdom to worry about. Some things she dealt with weren’t those that her citizens needed to worry about. Didn’t mean that she liked the idea that Mario was hiding so much from her and, even more so, Luigi.
Saying nothing more, Peach inched closer to Mario and placed an arm around him. Who looked up in both surprise and a little fear. Soon leaning against the princess, cheeks turning a soft pink.
On her part, Peach shifted so that one arm could keep Mario close while another reached up to easily run a hand through his rather messy hair. She felt him immediately relax into the touch. His own arms twitching as if to reach out as well, but fearful to do so. Peach merely smiled softly, helping Mario position his arms around her.
The brief spike of embarrassment Mario had disappeared with the fingers returned. Running through his hair and scratching at his scalp. Peach leaning down to rest a cheek against the top of his head, eyes closing.
“I’m here for you…”
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