This scenario was requested by ryeryethefanficfan
but LemonsAndLimbs also requested a Lemmy x reader so since he appears to be in demand, I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone. I'm deeply sorry for the wait, I was kind of in a bad place in regards to these, but I think I'm doing better. Hope you all enjoy!

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The loud winds whistled, howled and whipped at the palace. Broken branches battered the exterior of the building. You wondered if today would be the day that the winds picked up the building and whisked it away.

You were sitting in the royal palace kitchens, sipping on [ur fav warm beverage] while wrapped up in a cozy blanket. You were planted in front of the TV, watching the developments of the storm. Well, you were trying to. That damn antenna seemed to have other plans.

Suddenly, it seemed as if the raging storm grew louder.

You heard the door slam shut.

You turned in its direction. You were the only one scheduled for the night shift, ready to be of service if any of the royals grew peckish in the middle of the night.

But you'd heard from the other staff that beggars would come poking around the place from time to time. You silently grabbed a knife just in case.

You heard scratching and scooting on the floors. You heard the freezer open, it's pale, harsh lights illuminating the dark kitchen.

"Halt! Thief!" You shouted.

You heard the criminal sharply inhale. You came around the kitchen island to get a better look at the intruder.

"Young Master Lemmy?" You gasped. He stood there on a stepstool in his brightly colored Jinbei, box of rainbow Popsicles in hand, frozen now that he was caught red handed.

"What the heck are you doing in here?" You asked. You also wondered how exactly he'd gotten all the way there. The royal kitchens were quite a ways away and Lemmy wasn't allowed to go roaming the castle without the supervision of a servant or older family member, as it was fairly easy to get lost in the palace with all its twists and turns and dark corridors.

"I'm getting a snack." He finally replied.

You eyed the box in his little hands. "Popsicles are not a snack."

"Come, I'll make you a real snack." You lifted him up off the floor and sat him on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island.

You grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge and a box of sugar cookies with tiny rainbow sprinkles from the pantry. As you heated up the milk, you noticed Lemmy staring intently at the bright TV screen.

"It's coming down pretty hard out there." You commented.

Lemmy nodded thoughtfully without taking his eyes away from the TV.

You took the warm glass of milk and warm sugar cookies and set them in front of him. He took a long sip of the milk without another word.

The two of you sat in silence as he ate. After a while, you wondered why the heck he was still here.

You went back to check on him and noticed he was taking outrageously tiny bites.

"Why are you eating like that?" You questioned suspiciously.

"Eating wike what?"

You took one of his untouched cookies and took a tiny bite of it. "Like that."

"Hey!" He exclaimed, "Dat was my cookie!"

"No it's not, not the way you're eating them. You're acting like you don't even want them."

"I do want dem!" He whined.

"You need to eat faster then. You have to go back to bed soon so you can get enough rest for school."

Lemmy crossed his little arms. "I don't want to! I want to stay!" He demanded.

"Why?" You asked.

His tight expression softened. He hadn't expected you to ask that. Usually when he said he didn't want to do something, Bowser or one of his older siblings would just say get over it because he had to do it anyway, no matter how he felt. As a result, Lemmy had never really learned how to correctly articulate his emotions. He'd only just begun to find the words after starting school with other kids.

"I don't want to go back 'cause--'cause I'm scared." He whimpered.

"You're scared of the loud wind?"

He nodded.

You smiled sheepishly. "Well, to be honest, I'm a little scared too."

"I didn't know big people got scared...." He admitted quietly.

"Of course we do, all the time." You said. You were scared of getting stuck in this dead end job, not having enough to make ends meet, the thought that everything you were doing won't matter in the long run and that you're wasting your life, and dying alone, but you decided to use more...child-friendly examples to get your point across.

"Like, just the other day, Master Ludwig got scared when he found one of Master Iggy's snakes coiled up in his bed."

Lemmy giggled as he remembered the way his older brother screamed when he'd discovered the blonde hognosed intruder. Iggy insisted that he didn't put it there, but rather Samuel--the snake--had come to Ludwig's room because he had intense, secret feelings he wanted to confess. He just wanted his senpai to notice him. Everyone else got a good laugh out of the whole thing, except for Ludwig, who knew that stupid explanation had been a lie.

You tapped your chin thoughtfully, wondering what you could do to make him feel better. You suddenly got an idea.

"You know, when I'm feeling sad, I try to think of my favorite things." You told him.

"Like what?"

"Like...well...raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. You know, like the song."

"What song?" He asked innocently.

You chuckled, somewhat embarrassed. All of a sudden you felt really old. However, one was never too young to become a fan of the classics.

"Well, the song goes:

Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things"

"Are they really?" Lemmy asked as the wind began howling louder.

"No, Lem. It's just a part of the song. There other things one can like, like:

Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels;
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles;
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings;
These are a few of my favorite things."

Lemmy smiled and giggled. You weren't sure if it was because he found your singing hilariously bad or if he found the lyrics funny, but either way, he was smiling and laughing and forgetting about the storm outside.

"When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad!"

Lemmy clapped, his eyes wide. "Does it really work?"

"Well of course it does, you try it! What kind of things do you like?"

He took a sip of his warm milk. "I wike gymnastics, it's my favowite sport. Just da oder day, I did my fwoor woutine and den, and den, evewybody cwapped for me!"

"And, and, my best fwiend Sawwy is my favowite person. We always pway together at wecess on da spider web or da monkey bars."

He yawned happily. "And I wove my stuffies, but I can't choose between all of dem. Dey all have deir assigned spots on da bed."

He finished the rest of his milk and yawned again, his eyes blinking slowly as if he was struggling to keep them open.

"Your stuffies are probably pretty lonely in your room without you," You whispered. "You should probably head back and check on them."

Lemmy nodded slowly. You wrapped your warm blanket around his shoulders and lifted him into your arms. You left the kitchen and ventured down the dark halls of the Koopa Castle, past the dining hall, the ballroom, and all the young royals' rooms.

When you reached Lemmy's, you slid the fusuma aside. You opened your mouth to say something before realizing that Lemmy was already fast asleep.

You gently laid him down in bed and tucked him in. You even picked up some of the plushies that had fallen on the floor and put them back on the bed to keep him company.

"Sweet dreams, Master Lemmy." You whispered before leaving him to dream of all of his favorite things.