So it was requested by multiple readers (MystikHope and ItsyaBoiLemonade) that I do another fear scenario but roles reversed. That was WAY back in 2020, and I am ashamed of myself for taking so long. It's just that I found the premise interesting but…also pretty difficult. I don't see most of the Koopalings being the type of people to openly talk about their feelings, especially not their fears, worries, and insecurities, as you'll see below. I think toxic masculinity, real men don't cry, man up, "One of the guys" and "I'm not like the other girls" mentality (for Wendy) and all that toxic crap is to blame, as well as growing up in an environment where expressing your feelings is highly discouraged because…nobody cares and you're a warrior, you should have thicker skin. And as you'll see below, that shit fucks people up. 

Anyways, after much brainstorming (years of it, again, sorry!) I finally came up with ideas so I hope y'all will enjoy. 

By the way, Lemmy will not be included in these scenarios, because the "My Favorite Things" chapter was basically you helping him with his fear so….that's already taken care of. 

So…yeah! Sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it, and if you did, consider leaving a "vote" and following me! 

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LUDWIG 

You and Ludwig lay awake in your shared bed. The two of you were quiet, listening to the heartbreaking sounds of your daughter's loud, blood-tinged coughs. 

Earlier that night Ludwig had been by her side, keeping her company and giving her bitter medicine. But after a while of listening to her coughs and weak, desperate pleas for her father to take away the pain, it was more than he could stand and he had to leave her with the nurses for the remainder of the night.

 Her condition had only worsened over the past few days. She'd lost her appetite and as a result, lost so much--too much--weight. She had a constant fever and her muscles had gotten so weak, she became bedridden. 

You haven't seen or hugged her since she fell ill. Ludwig couldn't risk you catching this sickness as well. But you supposed, at least in his mind, it didn't matter to anyone if he got sick. 

You knew he was internally blaming himself for all of it. If only he had known, he wouldn't have taken her to see the gladiators that day.  

"Honey, are you okay?" You asked quietly.

"Yes, I'm alright." He replied flatly. You couldn't believe that he was going to sit there and tell that bold-faced lie. Your daughter's sickness had a blatant negative effect on everyone.

You rolled over in bed but his back faced you like a dark wall. You tried your best to wrap your arms around his waist."You know Luds, it's okay...to not be okay."

He didn't respond. You rested your head on his bare back, the skin smooth and warm. There were still a few stray freckles from when he went out earlier that day. His breathing was hitched and irregular. You could tell he was crying, but you knew bringing attention to it would only cause more damage.

"Ya know, Luddi, it's not your fau--"

"Yes it is." He interrupted coldly. "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have taken her to see the gladiators." 

"No it's not, Ludwig! You just wanted to reward her for doing so well in her studies. She'd been wanting to see them for weeks, I don't blame you for just wanting to make Matera happy." You retorted. 

"No, I am the Father, the head of this household! I should not take orders from a child--"

You sat up. "You weren't taking orders! You say that as if Matera Shariee forced you to take her! She earned this--!"

It was his turn to sit up. "This!? She deserves this sickness? This plague?"

"You know full well that's not what I meant!" You retorted.

"Do I? Do I really?" He accused you.

You scoffed. "What the hell are you even implying? Look, Matera's health is taking a toll on all of us! You need to get a hold of your temper and be honest with me about your feelings! Communication. Is. Key!" 

Ludwig was quiet for a moment before heaving a long, exhausted sigh. "[Y/N], I'm deeply sorry for yelling at you but I can't just break down! I am the Emperor! I have a duty to my empire as well as my family. Everyone's counting on me, including Matera Shariee. If I break down in front of her….she'll be afraid. She'll believe that there's no hope for her. I-I promised her I'd find a cure..." 

"Look, that's all fine and dandy but if you keep all your feelings bottled up inside, you will break dow--"

Ludwig shook his head dismissively and slid out of bed. "I'm going back to Matera's room to run more tests and check her vitals. I can't waste my time talking about feelings when I could be using that precious time to find a cure. That would be much more useful and productive."

You opened your mouth to say something but then decided against it. There seemed to be no changing his mind. But alas, you supposed that's just how Ludwig was:

Too stubborn and emotionally constipated for his own good. 

ROY

"Roy, honey, what are you doing?" You asked drowsily.

He didn't seem to be doing much of anything….except for the fact that he was sitting down on the couch eating potato chips while the baby was sucking on his nipple. 

You seemed to have startled him with your question. "Rose started cryin' n' I thought she was hungry so I brought 'er downstairs to get a midnight snack. N' I didn't have a shirt on or anythin' n' I guess she really was hungry so she just latched on. I thought it was pretty weird but, hey, at least she stopped cryin'. I...didn't wanna wake you up but then I got a little sidetracked, you know, me n' Rosie were just bondin' together. 

"Thank you, I...really appreciate you thinking of me." You said. You knew that Roy liked it when he made you happy because of nice things he'd tried to do. 

"Now...uh, could you warm up a bottle from the fridge 'cause Rosie's pretty smart, and I think sooner or later she'll realize there's nothin' comin' outta here." 

You went to the fridge and grabbed one of the full bottles before putting it into the microwave.

"What were you doing up?" You asked, popping a few of his chips in your mouth. 

"Whaddya mean?" He asked, genuinely confused. 

"It's just you aren't usually this...efficient when it comes to nighttime feedings. Sometimes it takes you awhile before you actually get up. Are you already at our daughter's beck and call?"

"Nah, I was just...on my way to get myself a midnight snack too but...you're right...I was awake earlier, I've just been havin' some trouble sleepin' lately." He yawned. 

Rose suddenly turned away from her father's pec. "Oh no, the jig is up…" Roy chuckled as Rose began to cry. 

"Are you feeling alright?" You asked, gently retrieving your daughter from him so she could get some real milk. 

"It's like...I feel tired but when I get in the bed I can't sleep…." He said. 

"Are there monsters nearby?" You asked.

He chuckled at your little joke. "I've been havin' nightmares lately even when I do sleep so...I don't really know what to do…." 

"Well, you know, according to the experts, midnight snacking can cause nightmares." You pointed out.

"Oh." He blushed sheepishly, running his hand through his pink hair.

"But a lack of adequate sleep can also be the culprit." You added.  "Do you feel, like, hypomanic or something? Insomnia is one of your symptoms." 

"Maybe. I know havin' Rose 'ere for the past 6 months has been a very emotional rolla-coasta. Like, I really love her n' all but she's kind of a handful n' she wrecked our sleep schedules n' routines. N' now she's teethin' n' stuff so she wakes up every two hours--" 

Rose cooed and turned her head towards her father at the sound of her name. 

You shrugged and readjusted her. "You're right. That's to be expected though, she's growing a lot right now….Is that all that's been bothering you?" 

"An' she's movin' a lot more right now, I'm worried that she'll hurt herself o-or put somethin' dangerous in 'er mouth. And I've been wonderin', what if she's annoyed with me an' I just don't know it 'cause she can't talk? Like, I play with her a lot an' take her on car rides an' to the store when you're at work, what if she's sick of spendin' all that time around me? What if she's tryna say, 'Daddy leave me alone, I'm sick of seein' your mug all the time' but she can't say it?" 

"..." You honestly had no words. Rose had finished, so you handed her back to her father so you could rinse the bottle. 

You began to laugh and giggle uncontrollably.

"What? It's not funny!" He exclaimed.

"Oh Roy," You said, hugging your hubby from behind and planting a kiss on his warm cheek. "I think you're giving Rose a little too much credit. I don't think she's tired of you. I don't mean to be insensitive or anything but you're just...being a little irrational. Rose loves you a lot, see:" 

Rose was bouncing happily up and down in his arms, repeatedly slapping his chest and yanking at clumps of his pink chest hair. She was smiling and Roy couldn't help smiling right back at her. He gave her a kiss on her chubby little cheek. 

"Is that all that's bothering you?" You prompted. 

"Well….no, not really. I'm afraid that...I...that I won't be able to be a good father for Rose. I mean, I didn't have a good father, if I could even call 'im that. How can I show that kinda love to someone else when I've neva seen it before? I don't wanna hurt 'er…." 

"Roy, I think that's a pretty normal fear for someone in your position. But everyone is different, and their parenting styles are different as well. Even if Bowser had been a good father to you, you still wouldn't parent exactly like him. You'd subconsciously take note of how the things he did helped or hurt you, and decided if you would do the same thing. You have an advantage over Bowser, because you actually love Rose a lot. And that makes all the difference." You told him, giving him another peck on the cheek. 

"You don't need to be so worried about being a bad Dad just yet," You continued, "I appreciate you doing your part to entertain and take care of Rosie. It gives me peace of mind, so at work I can focus on, well, working…" 

"It's getting late. I think it's time that all of us head back to bed." You suggested. 

IGGY 

You opened your eyes and glanced at your alarm clock. It was only 5 am, much too early to get up. You wanted to quickly fall asleep to make the most of the last few nighttime hours you had. You lazily turned over in bed, which is when you realized that Iggy wasn't there.

 You sat up and looked around. There were no obvious signs of a struggle. His white slippers with the fluffy balls and his red silk robe were gone as well, hinting that he got up and left on his own.

You slid out of bed and tiptoed past your son, Ginger Ale's, room, careful not to wake him up so early. You quietly traveled downstairs to the ground floor of the Palácio da Alvorada. You weren't really sure where Iggy could be so you decided to quietly search the entire palace. You searched in the Waiting Room, State Room, the Library, Mezzanine, Noble Room, and the Music Room but you didn't find Iggy. 

You had to admit, all that searching had made you hungry, so you decided to get a snack in the dining room. 

And low and behold, there Iggy was sitting at the dining table. A servant was also there, giving him a fresh tub of coffee ice cream. 

"Oh! Your Majesty, I didn't see you dere! Would you like someting to eat as well?" 

"Um...sure, I'll have some [fav flavor ice cream or some other type of snack], thanks." You replied. The servant bowed before heading back to the kitchen.

You pulled out one of the dining chairs from across where Iggy was sitting and sat in it. He didn't acknowledge you, he only continued to eat his ice cream. 

You idly glanced around at the historical paintings on the dining room walls. Eventually, you asked, "So...why are you up so early?" 

Iggy swallowed his mouth full of ice cream before shrugging. "No reason, just wanted some ice cream."

"You sure?" 

"Yeah…and the fact that the success of the entire kingdom rests on my soldiers and one small mistake could spell doom for millions of citizens. But yeah, other than that, no reason."

You chuckle. "Well, sorry I asked." 

"It's all good. In this profession, stress just kinda comes with the territory." He replied as he, now full, signaled for the servant to take the tub of ice cream back to the kitchen. 

"I should probably head back to bed now. Gotta take advantage of those extra Z's, you know?" He said, giving you a couple of tired finger guns. 

"Okay, I'll….come back to bed soon enough." You told him. 

He quietly ambled away. Suddenly, you were startled by a shout coming from the other room. Iggy came barreling out of there, his face a ghostly shade of white. 

"WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?!" You shouted. 

"COME ON, OUT WITH IT!" You exclaimed after he mumbled something incoherent. 

"There's….a spooder." 

"A spider?" 

He gave a quick nod. His lips were sealed as if making loud noises would cause the spider to come after him. 

"Really, Iggy?" You asked, deadpan. You sighed and went to see what all the commotion was about. "You own multiple snakes, some of which could probably even kill you, and you're over here worried about a spider--OH HELL NO!" 

That bitch was huge. It was a warm, caramel color, furry all over and about the size of your hand. 

One of its legs moved, earning a loud scream from Iggy. 

"[Y/N], I think I'm going to faint!" He whispered through clenched teeth. 

"Over that ol' guy? It's just a Goliath birdeater tarantula. Sure it's big but it can't even bite humans." 

"I wouldn't care if it was the Lawd Jesus ass-eater tarantula, I just want. It. Out of here!" 

You found a large container and carefully dropped it on top of the spider. You took one of the plates from the dining table and slipped it underneath. You walked back through the dining room (Iggy putting as much distance as possible between the two of you just in case the "Lawd Jesus ass-eater tarantula" decided to escape). 

You stepped out onto the balcony and threw the container and the spider over the edge. Iggy eventually appeared by your side, peering over the edge at the plate shards in the garden below.

He released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Whew! Good riddance! Thanks for helping out, by the way." 

"You're welcome….I hope the spider didn't leave behind any babies hiding in the Palace walls, just waiting to crawl into our ears as we sleep …." 

"Yeahhhhhhh, I'm just gonna pretend I didn't hear that." Iggy replied, walking away so he could finally go back to bed.

WENDY 

"Wendy, what are you doing up at this time of night?" You yawned as you entered the luxury pool room of your mansion. The lights were dimmed and the underwater pool lights illuminated the water, as well as the moonlight streaming in from the glass door. 

"Nothing, just swimming." She answered vaguely as she floated in the pool. 

Wendy's Maine Coon, Muffin, came over to greet you, rubbing his wet fur onto your bare ankles. 

"Hey buddy~" You cooed, giving the good boi ear scratches. He then seemed to lose interest in you, as he returned to the pool, sitting on the steps as he pawed at the heated water. 

"Wendy, you do understand it's, like, 2 am right?" You pointed out.

"Yep." 

"Aren't you tired?" 

"Nope." 

"Well you should be. No one should be up this early in the morning." 

"That sounds exactly like something a loser would say. If you want to be a winner, you have to put in the extra effort so you can get ahead." She replied.

"Well…maybe that is true, but I don't think that applies to you, Wendy. You have won multiple Olympic medals. Olympic medalists deserve to go to bed and snuggle up with their cat and irresistible [husband/wife/cuddle buddy]. " 

Wendy chuckled at your cheesiness as she waded over to the edge of the pool. She hoisted herself up onto the ledge and sat, allowing her legs to remain in the warm water. She glanced thoughtfully at her right leg.

"You…might be right…if you were talking to the Old Wendy. The New Wendy is behind, because of a stupid injury!" She exclaimed, her voice echoing in the empty space as she forcefully kicked the water. 

"And every day….every minute…every second she isn't practicing, all the new, younger swimmers are swimming farther and farther ahead…" 

Wendy glanced up at you. Her eyes were nearly the same shade as the pool water. "Thank you…for coming to check up on me…I know you're only doing this because you care but…I can't stop now. If I do, I'll never catch up." 

"Well…well…what if all this training is counterproductive?! What if you get hurt again because you don't know when to quit?! You'd be even further behind!" You protested. 

She avoided your gaze, probably because she knew that you had a point. But Wendy did not have time for "Buts" and "What ifs?"

Without another word, she slid back into the water and began to swim. 

"Wendy, wait!" You exclaimed. 

You believed she could still hear you over the loud splooshing and splashing. She was simply ignoring you. 

"Fine! Be that way!" You shouted angrily before storming out of the room. 

MORTON

Preparations for the upcoming School Festival (yes, it's about that time again) were in full swing. All the homerooms and school clubs were spending the day preparing for the festival. Some of the classes were doing raffles, cakewalks, skits and dances. But your class had decided to do a Kissing Booth because…..this is a Wattpad story that doesn't have to be realistic. Unfortunately, the number of crazies who wanted to do the kissing booth far outweighed the number of sane people who did not. 

Morton was cutting out the paper hearts that would decorate the booth. He'd figured this was a good job that he wouldn't be able to screw up. Surely, he couldn't participate in the booth (they'd asked Ludwig and Iggy to cover that), so menial labor was the least he could do. 

"Heyyyyyy Morton." You drawled playfully, sitting backwards in the chair at the desk in front of him. 

"Oh, uh, hi [Y/N]." 

"Soooooooo, have you talked to Ludwig about doing the kissing booth? We, like, really need him to do it! One rich Year 1 girl said she'd pay five hundred dollars for a French kiss from your brother. He has to do it!" You exclaimed.

Without a word, Morton reached into his book bag and pulled out a crumpled piece of folded paper. "This is Ludwig's response. Ludwig wrote it down because [Y/N] has no classes with Ludwig, and Ludwig wanted to respond to you himself….Ludwig did not think Morton would be able to say what Ludwig wanted to say….the right way. Sorry… it was at the bottom of Morton's backpack." 

The note was sealed with a deep red wax coin, stamped with an opulent, loopy "L" monogram. God he is so extra, you thought, wondering why so many girls were into him. You peeled the small red seal off--strangely, you had the urge to bite into the soft yet firm material. 

The note itself was scrawled in elegant cursive. You hadn't even known there were nerds in the world still writing in cursive. You wondered if he used such neat penmanship on his homework assignments as well. 

To whom it may concern, 

I am exceedingly sorry that I must decline your invitation to participate in Class 1-B's kissing booth. I find the idea of selling myself to be extremely inappropriate. I am not quite comfortable kissing so many young ladies who--as lovely and beautiful as they may be--I simply am not well acquainted with. There is the issue of sanitation as well, not to mention the possibility of being called upon by a male student and, well, I rather there be no hard feelings at the festival. 

Yours sincerely, 

Ludwig von Koopa 

"That's a lot of words for a simple 'no'." You laughed at the scenario of opening the note, only to find that all he had written was "No :)".

"Okay…what about Iggy?" You asked.

"Iggy said 'ew, no sparkling heart emoji'." Morton reported, deadpan. 

"He actually said the emoji part?" 

Morton nodded slowly. 

"Sorry….Morton tried his best…" He apologized solemnly.

"No, it's good. It's all good…all we have to do is come up with a new idea!" You exclaimed.

Morton silently looked away. You'd been so excited about the $500, he couldn't bear to see you upset that it had all been taken away, likely without a second thought. 

He was suddenly angry at Ludwig. He thought if he had even half the good looks, the intelligence, and the charisma that he had….that if he had been born a guy that so many girls looked at with adoration and desire rather than disgust and pity, he would use his good looks to help other people out. If Morton was a betting man, he'd bet those $500 that Ludwig didn't give a shit about those girls. He only entertained them because their tendency to worship the very ground he walked on stroked his larger-than-life ego. 

But alas, he was not that man. He never was, and he never would be. He would remain ignored and overlooked, forever stuck in the shadow of his better looking, more talented and more popular older siblings. Even Roy had fans, and he came to school with a moody, bad attitude more often than not. 

"Hey Morton, why don't you do the kissing booth?" You asked nonchalantly.

"...Morton??" 

"Yeah, of course! You're a cutie, I'm sure someone would wanna kiss you." 

Morton felt as if the wind had just been knocked out of him. How could you just shoot around such grave compliments willy-nilly? No one had ever called Morton a "cutie" before, he did not know if his troubled heart could take such kind words. 

"Uh…are you good?" You asked, knocking  on the desk. He appeared as if he'd stopped breathing entirely. 

Eventually, the warmth returned to his face, coloring his cheeks a bright red.

"Th-thanks [Y/N]...[Y/N] is very…very kind but Morton…would rather not." He stammered. Even though you were optimistic, Morton did not feel the same.

He thought about how much more scarring it would be to sign up for the kissing booth only for no one to pay a single dime to give him a smooch. Gosh, that would be beyond embarrassing, he thought.  

You nodded respectfully. "That's okay, I understand. It was kind of a gross idea anyway." You giggled. "I'll tell the others so we can get started on coming up with a new idea." 

BOWSER JR 

You slowly awoke again. You were having a bit of trouble sleeping tonight. You tossed and turned, turned your pillow over to the cold side, switched pillows, switched positions, etc. and you still couldn't stay asleep. 

You sat up slowly. 

"BJ," You gasped, "You're still up?" He had been awake the last time you'd woken up and the time before that. 

"Yeah, I'll go to bed in a minute, I've just gotta finish this real quick." 

"You said that last time, and the time before that." 

"Who cares? I can't sleep anyway." 

You slid out of bed, unable to sleep yourself. You walked over to your hubby, who was sitting at his desk working on royal business. Royal documents, maps, papers, and diagrams of offensive strategies littered the desk. 

"Are you feelin' alright? You aren't sick, are you?" You yawned, placing the back of your hand on Bowser's forehead. It wasn't abnormally warm. 

"Yeah….I'm just...doing work." He replied, a tinge of agitation in his voice. 

"Well, no need to get so huffy about it…" You mumbled. 

Junior sighed deeply, rubbing his face with his hands. "I'm not being huffy. We are in a war, [Y/N]. This is a matter of life and death! Making sure these maneuvers are carried out flawlessly is way more important than a few more hours of sleep!" 

"Maybe in the short term, but what about in the future? Future Junior will be too tired to execute the maneuver 'flawlessly'. What good will it do then?!" You exclaimed.

Junior puffed out his cheeks defiantly. "Shut it, you! Go back to bed!" 

You were too stunned to speak.

You huffed indignantly and stomped back to bed before you said something you knew Future [Y/N] would regret. 

LARRY 

You awoke with a start. "W-what's going!? Is there a fire?! Are the children okay?!" You exclaimed to Larry, who had been shaking you awake. 

"No and yes, at least I think so. The children should still be fast asleep." He answered. 

"...and?" You prompted. 

"And what?" 

"WHY ARE YOU WAKING ME UP SO EARLY IN THE MORNING?!" 

"Oh! Right, well I had a super scary dream and I wanted to tell you about it before I forgot…." 

"Larry, I kinda just want to go back to slee--" 

"So, you see what happened was, I was in the bed, you know, our bed. And you were there too, but I'm pretty sure you were asleep." You were feeling a little envious of Dream [Y/N] at the moment. 

"....And I was up, eating Doofy O's as per usual. And you see, I turned on the TV, except it wasn't really our TV, I think. It looked kinda different but anyways I turned it on to Doofy like I always do and guess what happened [Y/N]?" 

"What happened Larry?" You yawned, not particularly interested in his story.

"THEY TOOK DOOFY OFF THE TV! I SWITCHED THROUGH ALL THE CHANNELS AND THEY JUST KEPT SAYING DOOFY HAD BEEN CANCELED--" 

You were startled by Larry's sudden increase in volume. You groaned tiredly. "Is that all?" 

"Yeah, pretty much." Larry replied, as if he had done nothing wrong. 

You sighed deeply. "Larry, it was only a nightmare. You didn't need to wake me up for this." 

He looked at you anxiously. "I know but…what if it did happen…in real life? I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have Doofy." 

You rolled over in bed. "Welp, it's nice to know that I, your loving [wife/husband/partner], am only second to DoOfy tHE DraGOn." 

"Don't compare yourself like that, [Y/N]. You may be my [wife/husband/partner], but you're no Doofy the Dragon." He replied nonchalantly. 

You groaned into your pillow. "Either way, I doubt you have to worry about Doofy. He kills himself in, like, every episode and he still comes back. The guy's basically invincible." 

"I'm not worried about him dying, I'm worried about his show being canceled." 

"Even if it was canceled, couldn't you just…watch reruns of the show online or something?"

"Oh yeaaaaaaaaaah! I forgot those exist. Welp, crisis averted! Good night [Y/N]!" Larry exclaimed quickly before slamming his head back on his pillow. It was quiet in the room for a few moments more before you heard the sound of his soft snoring. 

You shook your head slowly and sighed, before laying your head back down on your own pillow.