Fuck Royalty (WaluigixOC)

Arrangements

Her eyes widened and she ambushed him with a hug. She basically crushed him with her embrace but then soon loosened up. He returned the hug but let go when he felt his towel start to slide. "Alright princess towel's starting to slip, so unless you want me to flash ya, you gotta let go," he warned. Of course she couldn't care less if he was naked, she thought, but respected his wishes and let go. She watched as he grabbed a pair of sweatpants from his dresser drawer before turning around to face Aria. He twirled his finger in the air, indicating that it was time for her to turn around and she did. She crossed her arms and waited patiently for him to get dressed. He decided to wear sweatpants because it was a bit easier to hide certain things, especially with a half-naked girl walking around his house. He couldn't be too careful. He didn't know how she'd react if she saw him sporting a chub or a full blown boner. The thought made his hands clammy with anxiety. She would probably hit him or run away, he thought, even if she did see worse back home.

"Grhgh..." Waluigi heard a grumbling noise from across the room.

"Aria, was that you?" Waluigi asked. She furrowed her brows in confusion and shook her head.

"Grhghghl..." the sound came again. She wouldn't look him in the eye and he figured she was too shy to ask for food. He walked past her and waved for her to follow him.

"Come on princess, let's get you fed," he said in a monotone voice. Waluigi led the embarrassed princess to the kitchen and motioned her to sit at the table. He started to pull out some ingredients, not even asking what she wanted. He figured she wouldn't be able to make a choice so he decided to cut to the chase and make her something everyone would like. He was a good cook who knew his way around some pasta. The savory smells filling the room made her mouth water, it was amazing. When he was finished he dished up some chicken alfredo onto two plates and sat down. She grabbed two glasses of water and joined him. Her stomach growled at the smell and sight of the meal, anxious to dig into it. Waluigi laughed a little before digging in himself. She thoroughly enjoyed the savory meal presented to her and tried to cram in as much as possible. She stopped when her stomach started to hurt and looked over at the chef. He had eaten half his portion, and kind of just played around with the rest. Food wasn't very interesting to him she could see, that's probably why he's so thin. She didn't decide to question it and started to clean up after thanking him for the meal.

Waluigi sat down on the couch and flicked on the television, she soon joined him and curled up next to him. He laid his arm on the back of the couch while she leaned against him. He was desperately trying to drown out the thought of her being married to another nymph. After a few minutes, his failed attempt at distracting himself became too much. "What do you mean your father's gonna make you marry another nymph?" He blurted out. She was caught off guard from the random question, considering that it was brought up quite a while ago.

"Um, well my father wants to arrange my marriage in order to ensure I pick the right man, one with a high social standing and one that was likely to give me children," she explained.

"Wah? You mean your dad's gonna make you marry whoever he wants? That's such bullshit, how is that fair? And what do you mean 'likely to give you children'?" He went into another frustrated rant, overwhelmed at this information.

"That's what he wants to do but I'd never marry another nymph, especially a prince. My marriage would consist of tending to meaningless responsibilities while having to tolerate a pompous ass. As for the child thing, it's very hard for nymphs to get pregnant, that's why there are so few of them. It makes their life precious, their beauty rare, blah blah blah," she repeated her dad's words. "If there's a pattern of fertility in a family, they're more desirable for a royal marriage. I don't want to be some breeding cow, I don't want kids this soon. I don't even know how to sort my own shit out for God's sake," she fumed. It made Waluigi feel better that she resented the idea as much as he did, and that she'd rebel against her father's wishes. "I'd much sooner run away than be locked into that situation," she added. Waluigi felt bad for her. He never knew this kind of custom existed anywhere, and that people were just okay with it. It made him boil with rage, he hated her father now. How could he do that to his own daughter? Fuck royalty.