Multifandom Oneshots Collection

mario kart ds ~ post-grand prix fluff ~ wario/waluigi

The pair had just gotten off a Grand Prix match. 50cc. Shell Cup. Yoshi had gotten first with Toad in second and Donkey Kong coming in at third. Wario had... Pretty consistently gotten in 8th place across all four rounds and Waluigi hadn't done much better.

See, Wario had never been a particularly good racer, and he was okay with that. He knew his strengths (mini games and scheming) and didn't race to win. No, he raced just for the thrill of it. Plus, he loved running into his opponents to throw them off kilter.

Waluigi was a little better at it but he was also very new, only having heard about the races recently. Because of this, his skills were not very polished and he averaged around 6th place in each round, really only beating his lover and Mario.

They left the venue together, laughing about the hard time they'd given Mario. See, because the plumber had been sandwiched between them, they had directed most of their items at him, leading to the man having a very unfun time. He looked pissed and his brother was consoling him, but all W & W could do was find amusement in his torment.

"Remember when you threw that red shell at him right as he was trying to turbo drift?" Waluigi asked with a cackle. Wario smiled and nodded. They went back and forth for a while until they eventually arrived back at the hotel they were staying at during the event. They were set to go home the following day, allowing them one last night in the place.

"You did good, love" Wario said affectionately as Waluigi brushed his teeth. Yes, even these wacky fuckers brush their teeth, what of it?

"I ain't no Yoshi" Waluigi dismissed with a chuckle. He wasn't actually upset about doing poorly in the race, he just loved the fun of it. He just also found it amusing that Wario was seriously trying to say he did well at the race.

"Still beat me by two ranks" Wario countered. Waluigi raised a finger to indicate he needed a moment before he could respond, spat out his toothpaste into the sink, walked back into the main area of the hotel room, and sat next to his husband on the bed.

"That doesn't mean I did well" Waluigi responded. "And also we're both just bad at racing. It's not a competition"

"It literally is"

"Yes, but we do the races for fun, yes?" Waluigi asked with a smug smile. Wario's slightly disappointed expression turned to a small grin of his own as he nodded. Waluigi chuckled as he kissed the shorter man on the forehead. "And I, for one, had a lot of fun bullying that tomato-looking motherfucker with you"

Wario smile grew as he rested a hand over the taller man's shoulder and lied them both down on the bed. "I did as well" he said quietly after a moment. "I'm also very tired"

"So we should get rest" Waluigi responded with a nod and a small laugh. "Besides, we need the energy. I wanna fuck with Luigi's cart tomorrow before we leave town"

"You are a menace, darling"

"So are you"

"...Yes"