A/N: Unpopular ship is unpopular. Darn it. So… yeah. Maybe a longer story this time. I don't know, I'm just making this up as I go because gosh darn it, why do so few people pay attention to this ship? It was so beautiful! And it still is! I just hope some others still wander this realm and will get some much needed fixes from this story.
And because I always forget, I don't own anything from Nintendo. Well, actually I own a Wii, a 3DS, and some games, but I definitely don't own the franchise. Otherwise, Mario would be meeting the Count and Timpani again.
Another thing, please forgive any smashed together words or misspelled words. My keyboard is not the highest quality, and while I try to catch the errors, I usually write late at night and am human, so mistakes are not uncommon.
Heads up: This story does borrow information from my other story, Fate. It's not required to read, just know that the Count and Timpani are in Daisy's neighboring kingdom called the "Flower Kingdom" (not sure if the area has an official name) and that Bowser Jr. is Bowser's biological child, and the other Koopalings are children he babysits, though he usually just addresses them as "my/the kids".
So after this half-page of notes, I hope you enjoy the story!
"Bleck!" Blumiere stated as he stared at his glove, which was now covered in corn syrup residue thanks to an unclean bottle. He put the bottle down and removed his gloves, setting them on the kitchen table.
"Why are we making candy again, my dear?" the blue-skinned humanoid asked, adding in the correct amount of corn syrup into a pot before replacing the ingredient into its spot in the pantry and washing his hands.
"Princess Peach's birthday is two days from now, Blumiere. I know it seems a bit early, but the candies have to sit for handfuls of hours. They'll take awhile to make, but it will be worth it," his wife informed.
"It's a precise art," the Count observed.
"Just like magic, hmm?" Timpani laughed, her coffee bean brown eyes gleaming with mirth and understanding.
Blumiere chuckled as well. "Indeed, my lady."
So they continued, Timpani giving her husband instructions on what to do. It was an uneventful day in the Flower Kingdom, just themselves and presumably Daisy preparing their gifts for Peach's birthday.
Eventually, the candies were set out to cool for the final time. Blumiere threw his old gloves in the trash on his way out of the kitchen, fetching a new pair from their shared room upstairs before returning to his spouse, who was sitting on the couch. He sat on the opposite end as her, but they somehow ended up with Timpani reading a book between the Count's legs while the man in question meditated. The rest of the day continued in this quiet fashion, but Blumiere couldn't help but feel that something was wrong, or was about to go very awry. Days that seemed too good to be true usually were. That's why he was grateful for small tragedies (a broken plate, a misplaced item of great importance that caused a lot of stress until it was found, and so on.)
The feeling persisted through the next day, but he wasn't sure what it meant. Usually it just meant a storm was coming, but he couldn't tell the difference between an actual storm or if it was a metaphor. He told Timpani about it that night as they lay down to sleep.
She seemed thoughtful for a few moments. Blumiere's orange eyes watched her as she thought about it.
"There's not much we can do but be prepared for when it does strike. Don't let it eat at you too much, Blumiere." She reached out and ran her fingers through his dark hair, making him close his eyes from the pleasure of her touch. She removed her hand and he opened his eyes once more.
"Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow is Peach's birthday, and everyone's going to be there! It's been awhile since we've all been together," Timpani smiled.
It was true; the Mario Bros. weren't kidding about the crammed schedule. Two more kidnapping attempts had occurred during the few months they spent in the Flower Kingdom. Then someone else tried to take over the worlds. It was a busy life.
But Peach was determined to have everyone there for her birthday.
"Strength in numbers, right? They'll have to get through all of us!" She had said when Mario questioned the safety of it. He couldn't argue with the Princess's logic, so there they were.
"Of course, my dear." The Count kissed his wife before wrapping an arm around her waist and closing his eyes, smiling slightly as he felt her cuddle into him.
"Goodnight, my dear."
And with that, the two fell asleep, unaware of what would happen the next day…
A/N: These two need more love. So I'm giving them some! I just hope the ideas I have work nicely.
Thanks for reading!
(Current length: 2 pages and 850 words in MS Word.)