I don't know why I'm writing this. Apparently I'm just going to write a whole bunch of Mario AUs based off of childhood movies, I guess. Next I'm probably going to make one based off of Thumbelina, or The Quest for Camelot at this rate.

Luigi stood upon the platform, eyes closed tightly as he attempted to stay still. He knew all too well the punishment that came from moving too much, and wasn't really fond of the idea of being pricked by needles. Again. All around him were people, messing with fabrics, ribbons, and threads in an attempt to piece together the perfect suit. It was a nice suit, but unlike anything Luigi had ever worn, or would pick out for himself. It was the purest shade of white he had ever seen, accented in a few places with black, and it was completely devoid of any shade of green.

It was perfect for his upcoming wedding.

His… Wedding… To a princess of a far off kingdom, a princess he had never met.

The prince sighed, opening his eyes. Ever since his mother agreed to the marriage, Luigi hated the very idea of it. He didn't want to marry a complete and utter stranger. Yet, it was just another item to add to the list of things he didn't want to do, but had to.

"Alright, Your Highness," The head seamstress said, breaking Luigi from his thoughts, "Can you turn to face the mirror?"

Luigi nodded, and did so, staring at his miserable face that looked back at him from the mirror.

"What do you think?" The seamstress asked.

"It is…" not me "Perfect." He faked a smile, something he'd been doing a lot lately. "I can not imagine anything better." He could think of a million things that looked better than the white prison he was wearing.

"I'm glad you like it," The seamstress said, as her underlings packed everything up. "We'll leave you to get comfortable in it, you do remember how to hang it up, correct?"

"Of course."

"Then we'll be dismissed."

Luigi watched as they left, and once the door was closed Luigi turned. He held his arms up, and forced yet another lopsided grin to grace his lips.

"What do you think, Cagnolino?"

Cagnolino, the polterpup Luigi had adopted as a companion, studied the prince for a moment, before letting out a low growl.

"I thought so." Luigi sighed, "I wish I did not have to do this." He admitted, before hopping off the platform. "If it were Princess Daisy I was getting forced to marry, I would feel a little better. Not much, but at least it would not be a stranger. I have never met Princess Peach before, and now I am expected to spend the rest of my life with her."

Cagnolino whimpered, running over to Luigi to gently rub against his ankles a bit.

"Thanks Buddy," Luigi smiled, bending a little to pet the ghostly pup. After he was done, Luigi regained his posture and headed over towards the piles of gifts that littered the room.

"Everyone seems so happy for this wedding," Luigi mused, playing with a tag that featured the familiar handwriting of Princess Eclair. "Everyone that is, except me." He turned from Eclair's gift, to land his eyes onto another. For the first time, a genuine smile pulled onto Luigi's lips. He headed over to it, reaching a hand out to pluck the golden rose from the vase. He held it, as if it were the most precious thing he had ever seen, gently brushing his fingers against the petals.

"If only I had not fallen in love with another," he mused. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt as much." He put the rose back into the vase, and straightened his shoulders.

"But no matter how much my heart hurts, I must do it. This is my duty, my role as the prince. And duty means doing the things your heart may soon regret."

"Thank you so much Mario." The princess said, a soft smile on her face as she looked at the hero.

"It was no problem, Princess." Mario said, a blush appearing on his cheeks as he stared into her beautiful blue eyes. "There is no castle too far, no enemy too tough, that would cause me to not save you. I love you."

"And I, you." She smiled, leaning down to give his nose a quick peck.

"Mario!"

The red clad plumber snorted, and opened his eyes, blinking the sleep away as he stared at the face looming over him.

"Blue?"

"Thank goodness! I've been trying to wake you up for the past ten minutes! Wario and Waluigi are going to be furious if they found out you've been sleeping this late!"

"Let them," Mario muttered, but despite that he sat up, rubbing at his eyes. "How many jobs do we have today?"

"A lot, but one of the jobs is easy enough that I can do it myself." Blue told him, watching as Mario got out of bed. "But we should probably leave soon, before either of the bosses notice we're-"

"What are you two still doing here?"

Mario and Blue winced, turning towards the doorway.

"I'm not paying you two to lay around in bed all day." Wario growled.

"You're not paying us at all." Mario muttered.

"And I'm not gonna until you pay off every single coin you borrowed from us." Wario told him. "And from the looks of it, you're not getting out of here for at least another thirty three years."

"What? I've almost given you half of what I owe you!"

"Did you forget about interest?" Wario smirked. "Shame, should've thought about that before you came here on your hands and knees, begging for money."

"I did it to help my mother!"

"Your mistake." Wario hummed, before slamming the bedroom door shut.

"Stronzo." Mario muttered. He glanced over towards his bedside table, to the drawer that held the last letter his mother wrote for him. "But I will pay off this debt, and be free to become the hero I've dreamed of becoming. Just you wait."

Cagnolino:Doggie

Stronzo:Asshole