#also cursing from Bowser

[oh-hell-help-me]

Day 4: Blood

He didn't expect to be stabbed.

Everything seemed to be going so well, before that.

He WAS able to help Bowser, slowly going over each mineral, ore, and alloy they knew, and somehow built a plan for industrial-based jobs.

He HAD been able to make friends -or at least acquaintances that don't immediately associate him with his brother. And yes, the Head Cook (a Shyguy named 'Guy Fury') and a barista (a Koopa named 'Talla') counted!

Heck, he SOMEHOW had made good headway with his main job as an Ambassador, even gaining a bit of a reputation as someone to de-escalate the more rowdy politicians.

It should have been enough of a warning, with his track record of bad luck. But the WEEKS leading up to it had been nice! More than nice! It was-

It was good enough to fool him, to think that it could last.

Even though it was only Clawthorne and Dagby accompanying him to the town square, he hadn't felt a bit lonely as they opened up a little about themselves -where their families loved to gather, what is the best cafe to visit, how to find the better food carts...

Maybe it was also why the unknown Koopa was able to get so close.

Maybe it was his fault, in the end, that he hadn't done a thing when that cloaked Koopa got too close and-

He didn't expect the way it burned.

Luigi knew there was a commotion right after -his guard friends reacting too late and the crowd being sent into a frenzy- but the world just seemed to shrink on him-

The -knife? It was out, and the large gash in his stomach was heavily bleeding red- it hurts to try closing his hand around it hurts to breathe ithurtsithurts--

He's looking at the ground, maybe sitting, but he's focused on how something in his stomach shifts and how his hand couldn't grip anything hisbloodistooslippery---

His memories afterward were a blur, a flash of images and sensations that were hard to piece together.

He couldn't help but feel guilty at the panicked faces of his guards it wasn't their fault and feel dizzy and cold as they desperately tried to haul him- somewhere?

He said something to them, something that seemed to distress them more (he was told, later, that he asked them to tell his brother he was sorry).

He knows there was a commotion at the gates, and maybe some other Ambassadors (recess wasn't over quite yet, but a few had been loitering along the halls anyways) screaming for help.

He swears he saw Bowser, looking- looking scared? Why would... (he wasn't given an answer for that, but he wasn't told he was hallucinating either).

And then it was black.

He wouldn't say it to anyone, especially Mario, but it was a comforting sensation to fall into......

...

His first bouts of consciousness were with the feeling of being too cold, too sluggish, but always succumbing to sleep anyways.

Once, he swore he felt large, familiar hands stroke the back of his hand.

Other times, he swore he heard his brother.

By the time he truly 'woke up', he was alone on a white-sheeted bed, the room generally warm and lined with medical tools that he couldn't name.....

He doesn't feel anything -until he tries to sit up.

It's a twinge -something that, in hindsight, meant medical care even magic- but that and the weakness around it sends him back down gasping into his bed and reality.

He- he just got stabbed.

He could have died -he almost did die, didn't he? Why...?

Did.... did he do something wrong? He thought he was doing good, that he was helping, but.......

Did that mean that his efforts didn't mean anything after all....?

Bowser wouldn't say that Greenie..... no, Luigi was ever an enemy.

Before he became an Ambassador, he would admit that Luigi wasn't even much considered anything, other than a potential messenger for more 'private' letters to Peaches.

And then he denied him.

Sure, Bowser had proposed the idea in jest -especially to see the scandalized looks of the other attending Ambassadors at the time- but he wasn't expecting the way Luigi had seemingly grown a spine in the second he locked eyes with him.

The way he held himself in assurance, how his blue eyes burned so brightly with indignation, how he firmly (without stuttering at all!) yet politely told him to shove it?

Compared to his usual meek demeanor, the way he let his own presence be overlooked and let others look down on him?

It was interesting to Bowser.

But that was all it was, an interest!

And then there was the need for his help.

He would have found some charm in having his own plumber-hero to call on- in sharing something with Peach that no one else could claim to have, but...

All he could feel was despair, then, and a buried awful feeling of helplessness.

THE KOOPA KING WAS NOT HELPLESS DAMN IT! BUT- but...

It didn't mean that he wasn't feeling desperate to find help -not when neither Kammy, Kammik, nor the people in charge of manufacturing couldn't come up with any ideas. Not when there are still many people still pissed off with him and his kingdom right there in his halls.

But Luigi? The one he remembers to have seen cobbling together materials into parts and mods for Karts? The one who is known to be the more tech-savvy of the two Mario Brothers?

He took a bet, confiding in the green bean, but he would rather die than admit how relieved he was for him to not only accept to help him but to prove him right.

To prove to Bowser that he could trust him.

It was more than most people (everyone outside his family) could say they had.

And.... he wasn't sure when they grew close, exactly, but he does remember the man asking quietly, in the middle of another all-nighter, if they were friends.

The question was barely processed when Bowser agreed, and immediately surprised himself when he realized that he meant it.

When was the last time he ever had a friend...?

Regardless, they had definitely become friendly, with the latter being comfortable enough to lounge with him on their spot (the blanket was incredibly comfy). It was nice, in the way few things were for Bowser outside the moments where he wins in the Olympics and spends time with the kids.

It seemed things were getting brighter as they seemed to finally have some answers -even a plan of action for some immediate relief efforts!

And then Luigi was stabbed.

How the fuck could he expect that? Expect that some bumbling idiot got it into their head to stab Luigi -the one guy who actually gives a shit about Bowser's people?

How in the Underwhere was he supposed to expect him to arrive at the gates, bloody and bleeding still and hurriedly dragged in by his guards -WHY THE FUCK DID THEY LET THIS HAPPEN-

What was he supposed to do when Luigi, somehow still awake, looked through him with such empty eyes...?

Kamek was his lifesaver -and Luigi's as he took him with a pink 'poof'.

He hated that he was left there to stare at the blood trail though.

He was quick to snap out orders after that, making the castle have a lockdown (who knows if it's just Luigi that is targeted), and have the staff clean the hall before heading towards the Medical Wing.

Bowser wouldn't be able to tell anyone what he was feeling, to see the aftermath and see his stomach-

But he was aware of making a call to Kammy, to help with the tonics for blood replenishing.

He was aware of the way his blood pounded in his ears as he registered the metallic smell, even after magic has closed up the skin (and put things back).

He was aware of eventually contacting Peach and Mario (not leaving the room, not when-) and getting a sequence of distrust, panic, shock, and even anger (mostly Peach; Mario had still been in a trance looking just as empty as-) and not reacting as he usually would.

He's... not sure how the conversation ended, but he does know that Mario will be coming here and that -for once- neither of them were exactly angry with him either (maybe it was because he offered the offender's head?).

He was aware, after he finally retired to his rooms, that Luigi would likely wake up within a few days -that the magic may have repaired him physically, but........

The day that Luigi woke up, he had been able to down half his breakfast before rejecting a morsel more, and couldn't concentrate on any paperwork before leaving for the Medical Wing.

It was maybe a blessing to have been there, when he heard crying from that room.

He didn't run, but the door slammed open anyway -enough to have the sole occupant of the room squeak -and then whimper in pain.

It didn't help that he saw those blue eyes, red and swollen from crying, scrunch up in agony. It didn't matter that it wasn't physical pain he was feeling -his friend was...

He defaulted to hugging him -if it helped the Koopalings, it would help Luigi too, right?

But having the human curl up into him? Lean in and take shelter as he started to shake in painful sobs? To feel each sob accompanied by a flinch, to hear how desperately Luigi was trying so hard to muffle himself?

It didn't feel like it, not when his friend was falling apart (not when he was smaller and more fragile than he ever was), but Bowser knew he will weather it out anyway. He might have failed in helping his people right away, and failed in making sure this didn't happen at all....

But like hell would he fail Luigi in this.

[hunnidmilly]

not my hair. /jimmy u. +millytober+

yall school has been killing me. i’m in my first semester of my junior year in college, and im so tired everyday. and im working too. i wanna dedicate this to @blacst4r for their RECENT TEXT AU😭😭 it gave me an idea.

than to, @caramelcleopatraa. me and her are both in college and struggling with time rn friends. also, remember to be nice…some of yall anons are fckin bullying people deadass, you need to be popped in your mouth for saying that shit to her <333 ty for being patient with us <3 check out her writing if you haven’t !!! her SMAU’s are my fav 😩

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, no kids pls), p in v, hair pulling, cursing.

parings: jimmy (jon) uso x black!reader

-

jimmy’s reaction to you getting your hair done goes a bit overboard…

-

as you unlocked the door to your home, you heard the patter of feet. upon opening it, Bowser, the shared Rottweiler, greeted you enthusiastically.

“hi baby. my sweet boy, you like mommy’s hair? we gotta take you to get groomed next, boy,” you cooed at the dog as he nuzzled his nose into your face “where is your daddy?”

“bowser,” jon’s voice boomed causing the dog to stand at attention “food.”

with a snap of his fingers, the dog darted toward the kitchen. a shirtless jon, wearing only grey sweatpants, walked over to you; pulling you close and nuzzling your neck, leaving soft kisses all over.

“fine ass. you look so fuckin’ good. c’mere.” he takes your hand dragging you down the hall towards your bedroom

“wait! jon, hold on!” you giggled, as you drag your feet on the carpet against his hold

“whatchu mean, holon? it wasn’t no holon for you to run yo ass to ulta. get them clothes off.” jon commanded as he reached for your jacket to yank it off, throwing past his shoulder

“ah!” you squeal as he threw you onto the bed. moving into your neck, starting to kiss and suck on it, while his hands reached for any piece of clothing left you had on before snatching it off you. “baby, lemme get the bonnet.”

“fuck the bonnet, tryna see yo sexy ass when you cummin all over me.” he groaned before pulling his shorts down revealing all his long thickness, standing at attention pointing right at you with a curve.

Jon was blessed. But he can go over board sometimes wanting to partake in overstimulation and being so rough…on your hair. He loved to pull it and make your pussy swallow him whole; you shouting to the celling about how good the dick felt with tears pooling in your eyes. It was his favorite thing to do.

“jon, don’t pull it and i’m deadass.” you rasped out pushing against his chest as he leaned over you kissing the side of your face, and throwing ur legs over his arms.

“ight, I promise…shit!” he grunted running his fat leaky tip through your folds, before surging into you bottoming out.

jon wasted no time before starting to pump that girth into you rapidly, splitting your pussy wide over him. you always needed a minute to get used to his thickness, the stinging sensation combusting all over your body for a moment. you felt that thick vein running from his base to his tip, rubbing against ur spot. He let out a grunt as your pussy molded around his dick.

you let out a sharp hiss as he nearly pulled out before bottoming out again, letting the small thick coarse hair tickle your clit.

tonight was different; his dick was aching ever since you sent him them damn selfies. he needed to explode. he could damn near drill through a brick. the sight of your head thrown back, eyes rolling to the back of your head, hands gripping the sheets, toes curled, moans and cried if ecstasy running through his ear, and your hair spiraled over the bed couldn’t have been more pretty.

he’d make it his lock-screen if he could.

he starts creating a pace, fucking into you. your pussy weaping all over his dick made it an easy ride. you whined and bucked your hips up to match his pace, your clit pressing into him—adding more pleasure. his dick working your pussy with fast, smooth, and deep strokes. his pants and your cries bouncing off the walls creating a song.

“mmm! ba—baby!” you stumbled over your words trying to string together a singular sentence

your push your hand against his chest, “nah. wanna run yo ass to ulta, right? i said bring dat ass home. you wanna be hard headed. lay the fuck back…yea, take this dick. that’s my good girl.”

his mind became clouded at the sight of his dick coated in a sheer white, and your pussy wetting up his lap. each pump causing his stomach to tighten. he knew if he kept going he’d be fucking a baby into you.

he quickly pulled out flipping you onto your knees, sliding back in. he slowed his hips into small circular whines; grinding against your ass to drag out your orgasm.

he was beating the pussy up, all from a damn hairstyle. secrets to be kept; before you arrived he nearly broke his phone clutching it in his hand so hard as he wrapped his hand around his thick base and yanked on the red, leaky, tip till he came on the pictures you sent him…now he was just making up for time.

“look at dat, mama,” he sighed pulling against your shoulder to make you look up towards the mirror on the closet door, “pretty ass…so fuckin sexy. you so fuckin pretty, baby. lemme hear you say it.”

“i’m so pretty…” you softly mewled

“hell nawl. whatchu say?”

your eyes were permanently glued to the sight of jon pushing your neck into the bed, the other gripping your hip to pull you towards his irritate thrust, and his lip tucked between his teeth tightly. the only thing flowed out your mouth was your saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, and incoherent babbles.

you were in the perfect position. face down was down, and your pussy hiked up in his lap being fucked thoroughly. jon felt his dick swell from the sight of your curtain bangs messily sticking against your forehead.

you tightened your pussy muscles around his dick everytime he pulled out, your aching pussy twitches at the feeling of his hot cum spraying inside you. you could see white spots in your vision at the feeling of your stomach tightening.

“you gone make me cum too quick, doin’ that kegal shit, girl.” he groaned out cracking his hand on the side of your ass—a move to tell you to stop.

you let out a gasp as his hand moved into your hair tightening, pulling you upwards.

“jon! you pro—ugh! shit!” you screamed out towards the celling

“you wettin this dick up so fuckin’ good, mama. tell me what i’m tryna hear.” he panted—sweat beads formed on his forehead and his chest, as his balls slapped against your clit

“i’m so pretty! i’m so prettyyy—jon im cummingg!” you cried into the air as your pussy twitched before your orgasm squirted over him—the force nearly pushing him out.

the sensation of your pussy jumping around him trigged his own release, his cum jetting out in thick ropes inside your pussy—mixing with your own.

he fell over ontop of you, leaving wet kisses in the crook of your neck. his hand reaching between your legs to rub small circles on your clit to drag out the effects.

“you’re a fuckin’ liar, jon.” you panted holding yourself up on your wobbly arms

“text me her booking site or sum…i’ll pay for another appointment. can’t promise that shit ain’t gone make me fuck you tho.”

this guy…

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[pinkbewwy-milk]

based on starsandskies' promp list.

Day 6: Thigh Riding ft. Bowser + shark!Reader.

warnings: size difference, heat cycles, bit degradation, mild dom/sub dynamics.

You were, by human standards, quite tall once you transformed into your natural, shark form. Stretched out and not counting your tail, you were about two meters tall. Your body thickened as well, giving a rather curvy appearance to your already beautiful figure. Any man, both human and of your own race, would feel a little intimidated by such a creature.

By koopa standards, particularly royalty, you were still quite small.

Bowser was massive. Even with your increase in size, the king could still manipulate you as if you were one of Junior’s plushies. He adored you in whatever form you decided to take, but he had to admit that his favourite was probably the one that made you grow so much. True, you were still small compared to him, but the increase suited you perfectly.

He particularly liked how much your hips widened. And he liked it even more when he had you like this, sitting on his thick thigh, desperate and panting.

You, like all your species, had cycles of going into heat. During those periods you changed to your natural state, and your sexual need increased so much that even Bowser couldn't keep up. Not only because of fucking you and all the energy he spent on it, but also because of time —He was, at the end of the day, a king, and as such he had responsibilities and tasks to attend.

Luckily for both of you, you were perfectly capable of satisfying yourself with him even without his active participation. One of those ways had to do with what you did at those moments: Moving back and forth over the muscles of the king's leg, hands planted in front of you to hit the perfect angle to stimulate all your privates. Privates that were not covered by anything, the contact being natural and, by then, already quite fluid thanks to the accumulated juices.

While Bowser did his math and read the new treaties and commandments, you tended to your own business right there. Usually you were silent, aware within your remaining mind that the king was working; other times, you just couldn't contain yourself. You cursed and moaned the koopa's name non-stop, forcing Bowser to look away from the papers and at you.

God, he didn't know if it was the hormones or whatever was in the air that smelled so good, but Bowser swore that you looked more beautiful than usual. The soft scales on your face and ears were flushed, iridescent pupils dilated and staring blankly. The tip of your tongue hung out between your fangs, a goofy smile on your lips. Your breasts bounced in rhythm with your hips, putting on a show for the king. You moaned unintelligible things tangled with his name, and the tail behind you was swishing wildly.

You were almost done. Bowser already recognized the signs of your climax. It was perhaps the fifth time you had done it that afternoon.

“B-Bowser…”, you moaned, voice louder and clearer. The koopa gave you his well-known arrogant smile, and without needing another word, he brought his claw to the small of your back. With the strength that only a being like him could possess, he pushed your body while lifting his leg, practically crushing you against him. You squealed in joy, hips moving even more frantically. Bowser soon took control, though, pushing his claw harder and making his leg bounce. You were now almost lying on him, hands grabbing your tits and pinching your nipples to add to the stimulation. The king laughed.

“Ya really are a bitch in heat, huh?”, he sneered, adding a circular sway to the equation. He moved, leaning down until he reached your ear. “C’mon, my slutty princess, cum on your king's thigh”.

It didn't take much longer for you to finish. Your body tensed, tail curling inward, mouth wide open in a moan that struggled to be silent. Your cunt contracted around nothing, expelling fluids that went to mix with the already existing ones, that scent of that something increasing. Your eyes almost rolled back inside your head, and with a sigh, you let yourself fall onto the turtle's abdomen.

For a while there was only your laboured breathing. Bowser stroked your back carefully, as if trying to calm your body. He knew he would have to return to his work soon, and your need would return as well, so he tried to dedicate those moments to you. God knows your heat came with plenty of emotional sensitivity, too, and Bowser preferred a you crying of pleasure rather than a you crying because he hadn't said goodnight.

He sighed. You were going to be the death of him one of these days.

[batneko]

A "wicked enchantress" is running around inflicting people with fairy-tale-inspired curses. Peach's castle gets hit with a Sleeping Beauty curse, and the usual solution doesn't work so Mario and Luigi go chasing down the enchantress.

They catch up easily enough, but she blasts Mario with a spell that turns him into a wolf in a red hoodie. Luigi has just enough time to think "wait a minute, Little Red Riding Hood isn't about a curse," before he's zapped with a "Cinderella" curse. He's stuck in a green ballgown and masquerade mask that won't come off.

Of course, that doesn't bother him much, and turning Mario into a wolf only gave him natural weapons, so they kick the enchantress's butt for a few rounds before she runs away.

Meanwhile, Bowser's castle was hit with a Beauty and the Beast curse... while Bowser wasn't home, meaning Junior is now stuck as a beast and honestly having a great time. The servants are pretty unhappy though and it'll be a pain having Junior shed all over everything (and privately Bowser feels bad he wasn't there to protect everyone, plus kissing Junior's newly-fluffy head didn't break the curse which makes Bowser terrified that he doesn't fully love his son and really is as selfish as people say) so he sets out to find whoever did this and rip them apart.

Soon thereafter he runs into what appears to be a princess with very cool taste in pets, and can't resist turning on the charm.

Luigi would have cleared up the misunderstanding right away, except Bowser is so bad at being charming that it loops around to actually being charming. Telling him who he is after flirting back would just make things awkward and maybe get Luigi set on fire. And Mario, despite lacking thumbs or proper vocal chords, is making it extremely clear that he doesn't approve of Bowser and "Princess Emerald" getting too close. Better to cooperate until they find the enchantress and high-tail it out of there as soon as she's defeated.

Unfortunately it turns out the curse still follows Cinderella rules, so at midnight the ballgown disappears and Bowser finds out after all. He's just as pissed as Luigi was afraid he'd be. There's some fire breath tossed around. But he's more embarrassed than anything else, and the fact that he's the only one without a curse (and that the "dog" is actually Mario) cheers him up enough that he decides to stick it out as part of the team.

He doesn't admit that he'd really started to like Princess Emerald in the afternoon they spent together. She was nice. She listened to him. She laughed at his jokes. And he can admit he's got a thing for big blue eyes. The fact that all those traits are the same whether Luigi's in a dress or in overalls is not one he wants to think about.

(The curse affects Luigi from noon to midnight so he still gets mornings to look like himself. Honestly it wouldn't be bad at all except a ballgown isn't very practical and Luigi's mildly offended that the curse also shaves him.)

So they go on, Bowser tries not to flirt, Luigi tries not to fall for his flirting, they both fail and wolf!Mario suffers.

Eventually they do catch up with the enchantress (probably after a lot of other curse-induced fairy tale shenanigans) and try to fight her. The gang is winning when she suddenly blasts Bowser with something that seems to kill him outright. Luigi, devastated, kisses him before getting up to keep fighting.

The enchantress sees this and goes, "Eewww!"

Turns out she's a little girl who got her hands on a powerful magic artifact. True Love's Kiss didn't break any of the curses because she's seven and kissing's gross! Now that they know she's a child (and that Bowser is just sleeping like Snow White) Mario and Luigi are reluctant to fight at full strength. Instead Luigi distracts her with his pretty pretty princess accessories, so Mario can dash in with wolf speed and steal the artifact.

Bowser is extremely confused when he wakes up, saying something about a weird dream he had, but all the curses are broken and everyone can go home. Problem solved. Definitely no lingering feelings and awkward secrets.

Definitely nobody is going to keep thinking about that teary goodbye kiss when Luigi thought Bowser was dead...

[smallmariofindings]

In Mario Party Superstars, Bowser's event on the Peach's Birthday Cake board is to sell the player an "artifact that has been passed down through generations" for 15 coins, which turns out to be a Cursed Dice Block item.

Top: if the player has 15 coins and pays the full price, Bowser will taunt the player afterwards by saying that the item would have cost only 3 coins when bought in a shop, indicating the player was scammed. The same also happens if the player has anywhere from 4 to 14 coins, as then Bowser will just take all the coins the player has.

Bottom: however, there is special attention to detail when the player has only 1, 2 or 3 coins. Then, Bowser will still take the player's coins, but no longer mention that the Cursed Dice Block costs only 3 coins in the shop, as the player was no longer scammed under these circumstances, and got the item for its regular selling price or possibly even cheaper.

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[earlysunshines]

favorite mistake

myoui mina x fem!reader

summary: you've got a tough shell and mina seems to be the reason you make your way out of it.

wc: 2.4k

warnings: blood ; bruises ; cursing ; injuries idk : rushed and not proofread well

a/n: small drabble. I hope you guys like it (idk if I like it myself :-[ )

//

mistakes are a common part of life; especially yours.

you've made a lot of mistakes, but there are three significant mistakes that made who you are today.

mistake 1: leaving your so-called "home" at 17 with barely any money or plans.

mistake 2: picking up boxing gloves

mistake 3: meeting myoui mina. 

-

your friends often compared you to that stupid mario character bowser, jeongyeon says you're "all mighty and strong" but in the inside you're a "softy," you remember the constant snickers and snorts from when you went to watch that stupid kids movie wtih her.

jeonyeon has been by your side ever since you made your first mistake, and the second – but she's the reason you made your third one.

you remember it so clearly, every single second and detail of that moment. the night of your biggest mistake.

-

there's a knock at your door. your head is spinning and you don't want to get up.

when you turn at the silver doorknob theres a woman wearing a brown coat, her face catches you off guard. her features are so delicate, and her eyes are honey-like and sweet looking. 

"you are?" you greet, though it's a bit uninviting.

"where's jeongyeon."

"she's out."

"oh, i see." 

you two have a five-second staring competition, and it's enough time for you to notice the beauty mark on her nose and above her lip. you don't know who this woman is, but she's truly captivating and you feel a little soft under her gaze.

she looks up at you, you're a few inches taller and your sharp features are like daggers that point at her. she notices the various bandaids that are scattered all over your face: there are bandaids on your lip, eyebrow, nose, and upper cheek.

"are you okay?" she asks you. the woman sounds just barely concerned, even if her question sounds more like a comment. 

your jaw tenses and you look her up and down, the hand that rests against the door frame starts to tighten around it.

"hope you work it out with jeongyeon." you mutter coldly, closing the door and returning to where you were and what you were doing: sulking and pondering on the couch. drowning yourself in a bittersweet comfort, something so temporary.

the door opens ten minutes later; the voice that scolds you is familiar. you groan in annoyance. 

"y/n, where are your damn manners?" jeongyeon complains. you sit up slowly, propping yourself up with your sore arms, jeongyeon curses you out a little more. "you can't just be so rude to everyone, you know? have some fucking manners for fucks sake." 

when you look over to see the woman you share the apartment with, there's another woman that stands with her: the same one you had closed the door on. you roll your eyes and pull the blanket over your body, closing your eyes again.

jeongyeon grumbles once more. "I'm sorry mina, she's probably just tired and grumpy." 

"that's your roommate? i've never seen her around." the woman's voice is soft and inviting, it's really different from the usual aggressive and aggravating tones you're always hearing and you fucking hate it. it's too different from what you're used to.

"she doesn't go to the university," jeongyeon explains, "she just lives with me."

"oh, I see." 

"just leave her be, don't let her ruin your mood. how about we work on that project?"

the girl hums. 

mina you think. what a pretty name.

-

mina walks out of jeongyeon's room to see you in the kitchen. the white tank top hugged your figure nicely, and the toned muscles in your upper back were emphasized under the dimmed light. mina took note of how broad your back was, though your waist was slimmer; your body was extremely built, and very athletic. it seemed like you worked out often. the bandages on your tricep and forearm also made it seem like you were one to get violent.

most would be wary of you just from one look. though, mina is anything but frightened or intimidated. 

your hair falls in a loose, disheveled fashion, it seemed like you had just woken up. it made you seem more approachable. there's a soft melody that plays, the mood of the setting is different now. you seem more inviting, less hostile as you crack an egg into the bowl. 

"you're not slick," you mutter. mina's gaze was fixated on you, it paranoid you, you didn't have to turn around to realize the dark-haired woman was there. 

"i wasn't trying to be," she responds with a monotone voice. your jaw tenses and you turn your head so you can see her from the side of your eye.

"did you need something?" you ask, though there's a hint of annoyance laced in your words. it's uninviting.

"jeongyeon told me to grab water." mina says, and it's surprising how calm she is, you think.

"cups are in the cabinet to the left of me," you murmur. mina hums.

there's no other noise other than the sound of the cups shifting from their original spot, the whisking of the eggs in your bowl, and the sound of water filling the cups. mina leaves and you two don't exchange any more words.

you lean against the counter as you watch her leave. there's a string that's trying to pull the two of you together – you don't let it tug at you so easily.

-

mina's visits become more frequent.

the bandages on your arms disappear, but now some bruises and scars are unveiled under the cloth. mina is so incredibly curious, (and, slightly worried for someone who's been such an ass to her for as long as she's known them). she doesn't know why and it bothers the young woman.

there seems to be a new bruise every time mina comes over, she decides to pester jeongyeon – she doesn't budge – says it's not her business; mina's interest grows.

you two meet in the kitchen again, and you always tend to have such silent moments with each other in that small kitchen; the tension in the air isn't unnoticed, ever.

mina is the first to mutter something on some wednesday afternoon. "if you add ice, it helps the bruises."

you turn to face her and mumble under your breath, "thanks for the tip." 

"are you clumsy or...?"

"I don't think that's a question you should ask a stranger."

"well, it bothers me that you're always so hurt when i'm over."

"it shouldn't bother you at all."

"i know." mina breathes. "I wish it didn't."

 you feel your heart skip a beat a little, it shatters slightly at the same time upon hearing her response.

-

jeongyeon invites you out and you decline the offer. jeongyeon mentions mina and you pretend to be bothered. you let your roommate drag you out for dinner, and you seem to be stuck to mina's side the whole night.

you're a flower that slowly blooms when she happens to be near.

mina changes something in you, and you hate change.

-

the heart that beats in your chest is rarely warm, almost always cold unless jeongyeon seems to make you chuckle every now and then. 

your heart seems to have been cold since you've been alive, and sure there were times when there had been small sparks – though, never enough to warm you up.

mina seems to change that.

mina's attentiveness is something new to you, so is her unique presence. she seems to ignite a sudden tranquility into any room she's in, she makes you feel content even when you're all over the place, when your mind is running too far and too fast that you can't catch up. mina grounds you.

myoui mina makes your chest feel all warm, she gives you goosebumps when she accidentally makes contact with you – she's the only person you're able to have physical contact with, at least without hurting them.

your petals are forming, you're in bloom.

-

maybe it was when she had suddenly bandaged a terribly wrapped cut, or when she had complimented your eyes. maybe it was when she had first met you, or when your first conversation happened. maybe it was when she managed to pull a simple fact about yourself from you, or maybe it was the first brush of your hands against each other, even if it was an accident.

there's no definite start or initiating event to what blooms between the two of you, it just happens naturally, and everything that led to it and what started it was too subtle to ever notice.

you start to care for this woman, and she seems to care about you.

how could she care for someone who's so wreckless and violent?

-

mina's hands are soft, they're delicate, and they're perfect just as she is. 

they're so soft against your skin, so soft when her knuckles graze against your scratched cheek and make you feel all warm in the chest. they're perfect in your hand, so grounding it scares you, and her fingers intertwine so well with yours it's unbelievable.

it's unbelievable because your hands, in contrast, are so terribly rough. they're so messed up you think that they don't deserve to hold the delicate hands of mina.

your knuckles are scratched and beat up, your palms have noticeable calluses, and the back of your hand is bruised. your hands punch and distress, mina's hands are ones that love and cherish.

-

you've never been so terrified up until now. nothing has ever made your heart drop as quickly as the three words that mina says so gently, not even the time you had broken your arm or rib. it's so strange how three words scare you more than injuries that could've ruined your life.

"y/n." mina mumbles.

you hum softly.

mina lays down next to you, and the only thing that had been heard other than the chirping of crickets or the wind was her steady breaths as she lay there. the sore feeling in your whole body had been erased as soon as you let yourself relax next to her, shoulders making contact and and hands brushing against each other. the only thing that had illuminated the quiet, warm room was the moonlight that spilled through the blinds.

mina's words are barely above a whisper, 

"I love you." 

your breath catches.

...

"you don't have to say it back." mina mutters, "you're not obligated to."

there's no response from you, only silence. mina figured this would happen.

your hands find her way into hers, but still no response. you're terrified.

-

two weeks pass by after the words had been said, and you still haven't said them back.

-

two weeks after that – a month – you stumble into the apartment with your head spinning, shoulders sunk, and a new bruise on your back. mina runs up to you, her brows are furrowed, and her heartbeat spikes.

she makes you sit down on her gray couch, she doesn't ask what happened. 

mina had already known about your little "career," you fought people for money and it was as simple as that. sometimes you'd win, the bets would go into your bank account and you'd be less paranoid or tired. sometimes you'd lose and it seemed like you lost all hope.

"im sorry." you say, though you don't look at her at all while saying that. mina sighs and shakes her head.

"it's okay, where are you hurt?"

"i think my back is bleeding," you respond, and the way mina's jaw tenses and brows crease aren't unnoticeable. 

your shirt is off, leaving you only in your bra and black sweatpants. mina looks at the cut you had received from a harsh hit, you don't even know how it made you bleed. she wipes off the blood and works away at the injury carefully. mina tries to ignore the low groans and sharp breaths that escape your lips, though it's harder to ignore them this time.

"mina," you start. 

"hm?"

"i'm not going to box anymore. I won't fight," you murmur, though it's more of a harsh, low groan since you wince at the way mina bandages you while you say it. mina sits down next to you after finishing up, she looks at you with the softest gaze, tilting her head.

"why?

...

"because," you begin. the eyes that peer into yours are curious, waiting for an answer.

"i love you." 

the way it rolls off your tongue feels perfect, it feels right and it's like a two-hundred-pound weight had been hurled off your chest. the confession is quiet, soft, and it's so genuine. 

"you don't have to quit for me y/n-"

"I want to be with you. I don't want to hurt anyone or myself anymore, I don't want to hurt you." you explain, "I already found a solution to not making money too, i'm done with fighting. I'm done."

mina takes a moment to process the words and she immediately kisses you – it takes you by surprise. 

you've never shared a kiss with her, even though you've exchanged your "i love you's," maybe it is the right time, you think.

her lips are so soft against yours, you're now a fully bloomed flower as her hand gently cups your face and your nose inhales her floral scent. you can't get enough of her, everything feels perfect.

she's your favorite mistake.

she's not a mistake because you regret meeting her; she's your biggest mistake because she made you feel, she made you feel alive. it's so strange, it's so different – it feels like a mistake because you feel as if you don't deserve this woman – you can't help but wonder if she really is set on loving you. she made you open up, and now you're going out of your way to let her care for you, you're becoming a burden and you wish you could go back and prevent that from happening.

you don't want mina to handle all of you, to carry all of your problems.

even as you two grow to love each other, even as you let yourself unwind and improve, even as you continue to kiss her and love her.

 you'll still carry the burden of being her biggest mistake. maybe that could be bad an good, though, that feeling of guilt will always stay in your chest.

always.

[rat-n-atty]

MEET MY SMG4 OC CLOVE!

(fucking finally)

(Also a bit of a redesign since I kinda changed my style a bit lmao)

Meet Clove! (Enid) a 22-year-old "mad" scientist who has made the poor decision to be Smg3's assistant but who exactly is she? What's her lore? What are her goals? Why is she an Ex-villain? and all the other amazing questions you might have (or don't idk) will all be answered here!...hopefully...

"Enid Gadd" (Backstory)

Enid comes from a long line of talented and successful scientists (like her grandpa, E. Gadd more on that in a bit) but she was always seen as a black sheep of the family in short.

Ever since Enid could even talk, she has always aspired to be a great scientist just like her family but it seemed like everything she did, it meant nothing so she became E. Gadd's student when she was young (considering she was practically raised by the guy damn)

It seemed like everything Enid did though was still not enough for her parents so she said "fuck it" and decided to become someone else's assistant in hopes that she could be a better scientist than all of them and that is when Smg3 comes in...

"Clove" (assistant days)

Now, Bowser was a terrible assistant so Smg3 decided to get a new one instead so one day while Clove was just walking around the Mushroom Kingdom city; she saw a purple Mario recolor next to a stand on the side of the street with a sign that said LOOKING FOR AN EVIL ASSISTANT (WILL NOT GIVE VACATION DAYS) (why would look for one in broad daylight you dumb bitc-)

So she took her shot, lied to 3 about being "inherently evil" but she also added that she was pretty good at making bombs (which was also a half-truth) so she became Smg3's assistant from that day on.

She didn't really know what to expect at first and she thought that Smg3's main goal of being a villain at the time was kinda dumb but it was better than home so she stayed and she stayed for a long time.

She eventually became evil and she got better at her inventions and her scientific studies all for the goal of ruling the world with Smg3 and telling her entire family (not including E. Gadd) to suck it...which now brings us to the YouTube Arc...

YouTube Arc (this is where shit goes down)

Smg3 and Clove had just started on their goals of making Snitch Productions but after Smg4 destroyed it all for no damn reason (like wtf man?) they wanted revenge and they wanted it bad (Smg3 more so than Clove)

So they came up with the anti-cast and got to work but after that failed Clove said "fuck it" and started her own projects again but she found out about the YouTube remote while she was doing her research ("The World's Cursed and definitely Powerful Objects that would destroy the world if laid on the wrong hands" (great title I know) ) So they all came up with the plan to steal it.

Things had started to take a toll after they had successfully stolen the Remote per sae because now Smg3 was drunk with power to the point where it was kinda concerning Clove a bit and this is the part where Clove found out Smg3's true intentions of using the YouTube remote; It was so much more than taking over Smg4's channel, it was deleting Smg4's and his crew's entire existence. Clove knew it was too much, even for 3 but she kept quiet about her conflicting feelings (but put a pin in this later )

A big-time skip later where Clove had actually caught Mario trying to steal Smg3's phone (to hopefully get everyone out of the graveyard, you probably watched the Arc lmao) but she betrayed Smg3 by giving it to Mario anyway and freeing the entire cast out of the internet graveyard in order to stop Smg3; Everyone was confused why but they didn't ask.

WOTFI 2020 (redemption arc begins)

The final battle was here and after Clove was revealed to be a traitor and helping the Smg4 crew, it's no wonder that Smg3 lost but he was never expecting his assistant, no...someone closest to him like a friend to betray him like that.

Since Clove was the only one who really knew how to work the remote (and she was the one who had it in her hands at the time) she was the one who sent Smg3 to the Internet Graveyard for the greater good of everybody else but now that 3 was gone...she felt like she had no meaning...no purpose anymore...

After she had gotten forgiveness from Susan, Smg4 offered Clove to stay with the rest of them at the castle but she declined and said she would just lock herself up in her lab instead.

Clove's lore goes on for ages...so I'll have to make a part 2

BI GUYS!

(update: there is a part 2)

[dragonbard-bastard]

This took me three days to finish and I just about lost my mind. I really like the idea of Aiden exploring his faith/religion and eventually doing so alongside Gale. Also he has his own cat alongside Tara, who is just my irl cat Bowser.

Transcript and close ups will be below the cut!

"To follow a God is to devote your life to them for a better afterlife. What happens to the Godless, then, is less than ideal."

"Then the question becomes... What God is worthy of my devotion, my life?"

"Some are easy for me to rule out"

"Shar, a deity taking advantage of sadness and grief to manipulate her followers, to make escape impossible,"

"and I fucking hate the 'mother of all magic' Mystra."

"I want to be with Gale in this life and the next, though. I'll talk to him about researching more Gods with me. His faith in Mystra has wavered- I'm happy to see him recognize his own worth. Either way he would likely enjoy the learning."

"Some of the deities aren't so bad..."

"Ilmater, for example. Perseverance through suffering, helping others during hard times. That means something to me. I understand it."

"Of course the Dragon God of Justice, Bahamut, speaks to me too."

"There's Bahamut's humanoid counterpart, Tyr, the Maimed God of Justice."

"or Selûne, who's daughter brought light back to the shadow-cursed lands."

"Lathander, who's blood empowered a mace we used during our journey to defeating the brain. (The mace should have been a morningstar though.*)"

"If Milil hadn't been ejected from the pantheon this decision would be simpler. Musical prayer sounds right up my alley."

"I can think about death tomorrow, today is simply about living."

* Its a mace. right. it's classified as that in the game but they're really similar things

Bowser, by the way

[bitbybitwrites]

Helloooooo folks . . I haven't done one of these in a LONG time, I know. Summer - into September - kept me busy with helping a friend out with a (non writing related) project. So I haven't been doing much . . .

Well, now I'm playing MAJOR catch up with everything that got pushed aside while I was busy with other things. That does include writing!

I will admit, have hit a bit of writing block . . and maaaaybe (ok, most definitely) have also been totally engrossed in reading all those #kinktober / #flufftober / #angstober /#klainetober fics you talented folks have been posting!

(I'm soooo now wanting to try my hand at kinktober, but will admit I am highly intimidated.)

For any Klaine readers, I did post Chapter 28 of my epic: If I Can Make Your Heart My Home.

And below the cut, I'll have a couple of Klaine and RWRB snippets I have managed lately for you.

Thanks as always to these lovely folks for tagging me and thinking of me for WIP Wednesday and Six/Seven/Some Sentence Sundays lately ( if I missed anyone, I'm sorry!):

@sophie1973 , @porcelainmortal, @onthewaytosomewhere, @forabeatofadrum, @iboatedhere

@thesleepyskipper, @seths-rogens, @priincebutt @thighzp, @alasse9 @thinkof-england

@caterpills @taste-thewaste @tinyarmedtrex @14carrotghoul

*****

First off, I have not forgotten my RWRB fic, Puppy Love . . I'm working on the next chapter, a snippet for you:

“Haz.” “Haz. .  .” “Pssst . . . Haz . . .” A crumpled piece of paper  collided with Henry’s forehead and plopped unceremoniously onto the desk before him., knocking him back into the present moment. “I’m sorry, what?” Henry asked. Pez snorted as he looked at his best friend.  David had just jumped up onto Pez’ lap, licking his face excitedly.  “Can you believe this, David, dear boy, “ Pez asked the beagle.  “I’m being ignored.  Your father’s ignoring me.  Me!” Henry rolled his eyes as he resumed scanning the financial paperwork in front of him.  “You are impossible.” Pez continued to ignore Henry as he continued his conversation with the eager pup.  “David, I feel that you would understand.   You see, your father’s obsession . .” “I’m not obsessed with Alex!” “Case in point, “ said Pez, grinning at David, who snuggled further into his arms.  “I did not bring up your handsome doctor’s name . . yet your father knew EXACTLY who I was talking about by inference alone.” Henry huffed and tried once again to focus on the mind numbingly boring paperwork in front of him.  Though the mention of Alex’s name, did bring the vet to mind . . . again.  His beautiful eyes, those dark curls that Henry was longing to run his fingers through again . . those hands.  Henry shivered thinking all about what he saw those hands do during their last video call. Another crumpled sheet of paper smacked him in the chest. “Obsessed.” Pez reiterated with a pointed look to his best friend.  “You are obsessed, my darling.  You might as well admit it.” “Am not!” “Infatuated, then . .” “That’s practically the same thing . . and as I had mentioned before . . I am not.” “Are too.” “Am not." "Are toooooo . . ." "Are we really going to stoop to this?” Pez smirked.  “Oh, but it’s so much fun to see you this flustered over a boy.”

Here's a little thing I am trying to write for the first week of Klainetober prompt:

Clutching a red Solo cup filled with some god knows what potent alcoholic concoction, Blaine slowly worked his way through the room, stopping to say hello to a few students he recognized from class, but mostly admiring the handiwork and imaginative costumes many folks had come up with. He was just about to go up to a young woman who had amazingly crocheted an entire King Bowser costume when he was jostled by a roaming drunk band of actors in Hamilton outfits, reenacting one of the numbers from the show.  Blaine cursed under his breath as he lost his footing and stumbled into someone behind him. Blaine’s hand had jerked upward as he fell to the ground, causing the contents of his cup to fly into the air and land on him and his unsuspecting victim behind him. “Hey, what the hell?!” a voice behind him shrieked. Blaine struggled to pull his cape off of his head, which had fallen there as he took his embarrassing spill to the floor.  Once he did, he found himself staring upwards at the most beautiful man on earth.  Who was extremely pissed off. And dripping wet. “Oh, my god,” Blaine said as he quickly got to his feet , nearly slipping in the puddle of his drink and falling down once again.  “Oh my god.  I am . .I am so . .so sorry.  I didn’t mean to . . . I swear those guys . .  .” “Are assholes!” The beautiful stranger yelled off in the direction of the roving drunken students many of whom laughed out loud and threw both Blaine and him the middle finger. Desperate to make things right, Blaine (ever the fix-it guy) began taking the edge of his cape and using it to pat dry the other man gingerly.  The stranger was dressed in a very form fitting black shimmery body suit that hugged every inch of what appeared to be a lithe, trim figure.  A gold belt rested low on his hips, accentuating the stranger’s shoulder to waist ratio.  A necklace of golden medallion sat upon his chest and in his upswept chestnut hair peeked a pair of black cat ears.  Leather knee-high, lace up boots and a menacing black leather whip finished off the ensemble. It was both electrifyingly sexy and intimidating at the same time.

*****

That's all I've got at the moment, folks . . .

Going to tag the following people in case they want to share anything they are currently working on ( writing, art . . etc . .):

@spaceorphan18 @sparklepocalypse @wowbright @hkvoyage @myheartalivewrites

@mynonah @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @justgleekout @datshitrandom @itsmaybitheway

@coffeegleek @mossy-fae @daisyishedwig @annepi-blog

And open tag for anyone who wants to share!

[stripetkattelalala54-gf]

For the drabble “You’re safe now.” with Mario and Luigi.

“You’re safe now.”

Mario & Luigi

TW: Implied torture

Mario had no idea how long he’s already been here. It could’ve been days, weeks, months or even years. Every feeling of time had been blown out the window. Day for day it went the same: The people who kept him imprisoned would get him out of his cell and put him in another room, tied to a chair. They would ask him questions, questions about the Mushroom Kingdom and its weaknesses.

Mario would refuse to answer. They wouldn’t like his silence and they would hurt him. Each time they would find new ways to hurt him and each time it got worse. Still, he refused to answer their questions. He would do anything to protect the people of the Mushroom Kingdom, his friends and family, and if he died by doing so, then so be it.

He was tired. He was so so tired. He also probably had developed a fever as he felt like his body was burning from the inside out. Everything hurt. Everything hurt so bad. He tossed and turned but finally after what felt like an eternity he managed to fall into a light doze.

A loud bang awoke him. Then screams. Mario had no idea what was happening, everything felt so fuzzy. Suddenly his door was opened.

“Mario!”, an all too familiar voice called. He blinked and then there were hands holding his face ever so gentle. His vision was blurry, but he could make out Luigi just fine.

“You’re safe now”, he muttered pulling their foreheads together, “We’re here, you’re gonna be okay. We’ll get you out of here. Oh gosh what did they do to you?”

Mario could hear the tears in Luigi’s voice, and he wanted nothing more than to hug his brother and comfort him, but he didn’t have the strength to do any of it.

A loud bang.

“Uh don’t wanna interrupt your brotherly moment or whatever but it seems those weirdos are back. We gotta get outta here.” An also very familiar voice said. Bowser? Why was Bowser here?

“Shit”, he heard Luigi curse. “Can you take him? It’s the fastest way to get out of here.”

“Uh sure.” Even though Bowser tried to be gentle, or at least Mario thought he was trying to be, it still hurt a lot when he was lifted in the air, and he couldn’t stop a whimper of pain from escaping him. Luigi was at his side in an instant.

He took his hand into his and gave it a soft queeze.

“We’ll be home soon. Just hold on until then.”

I am so sorry anon for taking so long. I had lost my movitvation for a while but it is finally back at least a little bit.

[mrs-luigi-vargas]

something must be wrong (with me)

Rating: General Audiences Characters: Bowser, Mario, Toad Relationships: Bowser/Mario Tags: Sickfic, Sick Mario, AU - Rapunzel Fusion, Humor, Pre-Relationship

Summary: Visiting Mario in his tower had inexplicably become something routine, for Bowser. Until this visit, when Mario doesn’t answer Bowser’s calls for him. Prompts: Medieval Treatment, Clean Sheets Word Count: 2,116 words

[AO3 Link] [Link to Series]

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It really should have been concerning, how routine arriving at Mario’s tower felt.

Despite it only being a few short months since beginning to do so, Bowser was pretty sure he could navigate the route from his castle to the tower in his sleep. And he did, sometimes. In his dreams, to be precise. Which was always weird, because hardly anything would happen when he would get there; he’d climb to the top and...nothing, except for a faint sense of anxiousness. It would also be weird because what the hell was he dreaming about visiting Mario for? Maybe it was a sign he needed to stop visiting him.

But then again, it was only a few days ago when he’d woken up with nothing urgent on his desk for the first time in forever and his kids off visiting friends in a neighboring kingdom and no meetings on the horizon, and the first thing he’d thought of was not how long he could get away with staying in bed nor gracing a nearby town or two with his presence nor tending to his neglected musical instruments. No, the first thing he'd thought about had been walking down this very path and getting up that tower.

So, clearly, something was wrong with him.

And you know what else was wrong?

The fact that Bowser got to the base of the tower, yelled up for Mario, and received absolutely no response. No matter how loud he got in his repeated attempts. Bowser ground his teeth, fuming. So much for those dreams.

“Hello!”

Bowser started, badly. Below him, in his blind spot, a Toad had snuck up and was peering up at him with a cheery smile that barely masked his wariness. “You’re...Bowser, right?”

Unbelievable. As if he wasn't the leader of the army that besieged this Toad’s kingdom in attempts to take it over every few weeks for the past few years. “It’s King Bowser, you worthless pip-squeak,” he growled, and was satisfied to see the Toad’s face reflecting the level of fright someone should have, standing in his presence.

“R-right!” The Toad swallowed nervously. “So, um...I’m...I’m the Mail Toad...”

Bowser raised an eyebrow.

“W-well I’m not actually a real Mail Toad it’s just that no one else wanted to deliver letters all the way out here because of the distance and danger but I don't mind danger or long trips or anything and Mario deserved to get his mail because he’s Mario right so I volunteered to deliver it and then I had to take an exam which was really hard and —”

“Shut up!” Bowser snapped. The Toad skittered back a few steps, shutting up.

A muscle in Bowser’s jaw twitched. He looked up one more time at the tower. Well, fine. If Mario thought he was too good to see him, then that was that. See if he decided to visit ever again.

“W-wait!” the Toad shouted after Bowser as he started to walk away. Bowser ignored him, but the Toad barreled on. “You’re here to visit Mario, right? You usually climb the tower!”

Bowser glared over his shoulder. “No, I’m not,” he said. “Not if the chump’s ignoring me.”

“W-well ��! He’s been ignoring me, too!” The Toad held up a parcel of mail. “I haven't been able to deliver this since I got here yesterday!”

At that, Bowser turned fully. It was one thing for Mario to decide not to see him, but to also refuse mail from his family? He had to admit that wasn't like him at all.

“Yeah,” the Toad continued, more confidently now that he had Bowser’s attention. “A-and I saw the lights on the way here, so he’s definitely still up there —”

Of course he’s still up there; he’s literally cursed to be up there.

“— so unless something’s wrong...” the Toad’s voice trailed off. He gasped, looking stricken. “...What if...” he whispered, “what if he died?!”

“He’s not dead.” Bowser rolled his eyes. “He’s just being annoying. And I don't wanna deal with annoying. I’m out of here.”

“But but but!” The Toad wrung his hands together. “Can’t you check on him?” he pleaded. “You’re the only one who can get up there!”

“He’s not dead!” Bowser insisted, rankling at being ordered around by a Toad.

“But what if he is?!”

And wasn't that the question. The stupidest question imaginable, because Mario wasn't dead. Even if this behavior was abnormal, because Mario craved visitors more than a sunflower craved the sun. Or even if they really had no way of knowing for sure unless he went up there himself. Or even if Bowser was remembering that faint sense of anxiousness from his dreams.

Bowser stomped over to the Toad. “Give me the damn mail,” he spat.

The Toad’s demeanor switched in an instant from despair to relief. He beamed. “Thank you!” he said, passing the mail parcel to Bowser.

As soon as Bowser had the parcel in hand he swiped at the Toad with the other, claws inches away from his face. Just to remind the Toad who was the boss, here. But while the Toad flinched and was quick to get his distance, he didn't look nearly as scared as he should have been.

“Y-you can't hurt me!” the Toad declared, exuding false confidence. “Mario would be upset if you did!”

Something in Bowser’s face spasmed. The Toad’s bravado swiftly evaporated, but enough remained for him to reach over his shoulder and draw a weapon. “I-I’m not scared of you,” he lied, very obviously shaking. “I-I know how to use this frying pan! The Princess taught me!”

...Bowser’s seen the way Peach wielded that thing. Bah. He stormed off towards the tower without another word. What a weird Toad.

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Bowser had only meant to check if Mario was dead, drop off his stupid mail, and then get out.

He’d pried the giant window at the top open, and stepped into a room full of stale air. When he’d called Mario’s name he’d been met with some shuffling noises and a soft groan. That should have been enough to prove Mario wasn't dead, but something had still compelled him to make his way to the lump on the bed in the corner. He'd peeled back the blankets to reveal a Mario shivering and sweating, curled up into a ball, radiating heat enough to make Bowser’s scales sweat, clearly sick with...something. Bowser'd had no clue what. For his sake, he'd hoped it was milder than it looked, considering the closest doctor was days away.

Yes, he’d meant to leave him there and go home, because there was no way he was staying long enough for the fever to latch on to him and thus be brought back to his kids; that would be a nightmare. But as Bowser had removed his hand from checking Mario’s temperature Mario had subconsciously chased it, and his breath had hitched and he’d murmured his brother’s name in the hoarsest, saddest voice Bowser had ever heard and then the next Bowser knew he was hanging Mario’s freshly washed sheets out on the windowsill. He watched them flutter in the breeze, trying to rationalize how he’d gotten to this point. What the heck was wrong with him, that that’d been all it took for him to start acting like...like Kamek? Ugh.

A light squeaking noise caught Bowser’s attention. Just outside the window, a rope-and-pulley system was moving; a small bucket rose up, with the only thing in it a note. Is Mario dead? it read, a crude drawing of a near-crying Toad right next to it.

Instead of burning the note to a crisp like he wanted to, Bowser instead marched over to Mario, who was parked at the table with broth and bread and his bundle of letters. Bowser slammed the note down on the table. “Say something so he stops being annoying,” he demanded.

It took a moment for Mario to process the command, but when it hit him that Toad was still waiting at the base of the tower he sprung up in a burst of energy to look for something to write with. And then he immediately started to sway dangerously from the sudden movement. Bowser reached across and pushed him back into his chair. “Dumbass,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing a pen off Mario’s desk.

But despite Mario’s sudden urgency, he wasn't actually in a headspace to write anything, only managing a shaky, overlarge N and O underneath Toad’s question before his energy ran out and he just sat there, the ink from his pen bleeding a dark splotch onto the paper. With a huff, Bowser snatched the pen from Mario’s hand, and, turning the note around, scribbled a rough He’s just sick fuck off at the bottom. He tied the note to a spare paperweight off the desk and dropped it out the window, half-hoping it would hit the Toad.

It didn't, evidenced by the bucket going down and then coming up, with the paperweight and the note inside it with Toad’s response: Ok, I’ll tell the Princess — a drawing of a Toad, grinning — take care of him! Far below, the Toad wandered around, cleaning up his campsite.

“I’m gonna kill that guy,” Bowser muttered. Mario frowned at him.

...Damn it.

The sun dried the sheets quickly, so Bowser brought them indoors. Mario watched Bowser throw them onto the bed with an odd expression on his face. It was an expression he’d been wearing almost the entire time he’d been cognizant Bowser had been here; it was like he didn't believe Bowser was here at all. Which was ridiculous. Mario wouldn't be able to hallucinate Bower’s greatness properly without a visual aid.

Regardless, with Mario constantly distracted Bowser had to keep aggressively reminding him to finish his damn lunch. Because after the effort it took to make it Mario had better not waste it or he’d be wishing he’d burnt to a crisp from the fever. But that threat didn't land quite right, and it left Mario smiling into his bowl. And instead of paying any examination to his own reaction to that, Bowser jumped at the first bit of busywork he could get his hands on to distract himself, which happened to be making Mario’s bed. Which would have been fine, if not for the fact that this was the precise moment where all the years of ignoring Kamek’s nagging to make his bed instead of passing the chore off to the servants finally came back to bite him.

Frustrated, Bowser threw the sheets haphazardly onto the mattress and gave up, sitting on the floor with his arms crossed sullenly. Mario, finished with his food, wandered over to stare at him. “What?” Bowser growled. “Your brain cooked? Go lie down so I can get outta of here.”

Mario blinked at him. He shuffled closer, glancing between Bowser and his bed in hazy consideration. And then, like a puppet with its strings cut, he let himself fall. Right on top of Bowser.

“Wh - ?” Bowser froze, arms splayed out, as Mario curled himself up right on top of him, heedless of Bowser’s sputtering. And there was a lot of sputtering, with his face burning as hot as the weight of Mario on his legs. In an attempt to save face, the sputtering turned to rambling about how you know fine, he could — and should! — push Mario off him right now but he won't, because Mario was looking uniquely pathetic today and he was a generous king. So Mario should feel thankful. And lucky, too, because they say a King’s touch could cure even the worst illnesses, you know. There used to be lines of people stretching out the castle based on those rumors. Until the old man got pissy about all the sickness floating around or whatever, and made a bunch of coins we could claim could cure people in the same way ‘cause he touched them, but he didn't actually though ‘cause that would just be a whole pain in the ass, and —

Mario wasn't listening to a word Bowser said, because Mario was fast asleep. The rush of annoyance Bowser felt at being ignored was strong, but more distant than it usually would have been. And the longer he stared at Mario’s sleeping face, infinitely more peaceful than it had been mere hours ago, the more his indignation slipped away, and with it went the idea to move Mario off his lap at all. In its place, he was filled with...something else. Something way...lighter, than the circumstances would ever warrant.

He really needed to figure out what was wrong with him.

[angelxd-3303]

Idk who needs to hear this, but just because things are better than they were doesn't mean you're obligated to be completely ok.

Tw for swearing, mention of trauma, and traumatic responses. Also for Mario and DK being idiots together.

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DK probably should have remembered that it was the rainy season in the jungle kingdom. Then again, a certain red-clad human had a way of making Donkey Kong forget everything but him. He and Mario had gone out into the forest, chasing one another back and forth through the thick foliage. All had been going well, both parties were laughing and joking around, and Mario looked so much more relaxed than he used to. Peach had done wonders for his anxiety, but DK took great pride in the fact that he could make Mario truly forget his inner demons and embrace his inner child instead.

The first few drops of rain, however, had DK skidding to a halt. Mario, who was chasing him, launched himself against the ape with a triumphant laugh. A laugh that died down as DK cursed under his breath.

"What's wrong?" Mario inquired, instantly tensing up. That was one thing DK despised, how no matter how relaxed Mario was, the slightest hint of something amiss would send him into an internal panic. The muscles on his comparatively small body would lock up, and those sky blue eyes would instantly be darting around their surroundings, desperate to find the danger. 

DK felt Mario grip his fur tighter, and the ape took a deep breath. He had to stay calm, but this was really bad. They were too far from the city to make it before the rain, and there were no caves in sight. He shifted Mario to ride him piggyback style.

"Ok, hold on. Don't let go, no matter what, alright?" Mario nodded, although he'd begun to tremble. There was a rumble of thunder from above, and DK scrambled to the nearest tree. Huffing, the ape grabbed onto the vines that encircled the trunk, using them to hoist himself up towards the canopy. They made it almost halfway when the sky finally burst.

There was a loud cursing from DK, and a terrified yelp from Mario as the downpour suddenly bore down on them. Shaking the rain from his eyes, Donkey Kong continued his climb up the tree. There was a frightened whimper from behind him, and DK realized with horror that Mario's grip was failing. The human struggled to hold on as the rain beat down on him, and the increasingly soaked fur wasn't doing him any favors. Desperate, DK scrambled onto the first branch he saw, making it onto the partially shielded surface just as Mario's hands began to slip. Both of them panted, DK with exertion and Mario with terror. Mario scooted backwards so his back was braced against the tree trunk. 

DK shuddered, shaking like a dog to rid his fur of water. Afterwards, he crept closer to his human. He stopped, however, at the panicked gasping that escaped Mario. Scarred hands were pulling at his hair, and Mario was literally fighting for breath. DK sighed, nudging his foot gently.

"Hey." He whispered, drawing Mario's attention. God, that terrified expression was one DK never got used to. Mario was usually such a smug little bastard; seeing him so vulnerable and frightened made DK want to scoop him up and hide him away from the world to protect him. He wondered for a moment if Bowser often felt the same way about Luigi. 

Shaking the thought, DK held out his hand. Wordlessly, Mario raised his own, placing it against the much larger one. Mario's hand barely encompassed DK's palm. It was something they often did to calm Mario down. When asked about it, Mario had said that it reminded him of how much bigger and stronger DK was than anything that would want to hurt him, and that the hulking ape was there to protect him.

Mario sucked in a breath, slowly exhaling as his shoulders relaxed. Afterwards, he gave DK a frazzled half-smile.

"Wow…" Was all he said. DK chuckled.

"Yup. Wow." All was silent for a few moments as Mario shook the residual anxiety. As the silence grew between them, DK's attention was drawn to the long scar that curved along Mario's jaw. He hated looking at it, but now that it had his attention he couldn't look away. At his sobered expression, Mario gave him an inquisitive look. DK had a lot of things he wanted to say about that scar, but didn't know how. Especially considering the fact that Mario was surprisingly touchy with regards to his past. 

"I…I wish I'd been there." 

"What do you mean?" Mario asked. DK sighed. Better now than never.

"When you…y'know…were younger." Mario's eyes lit up with understanding, and he sighed, long and weary.

"Ehh, there's nothing you could've done." DK frowned at this.

"Of course I could've! I would've kept you and your bro from getting hurt, I'd've kept ya safe, made sure no one ever hurt you!" Mario offered a sad smile, shaking his head.

"Donkey, no. What's done is done, the past doesn't matter anymore." DK actually growled at that, punching the branch they sat on angrily. Mario jumped back, yelping softly as his arms came up to shield his face. Filled with guilt, DK moved closer.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry." He took Mario's clenched fists in his hands, pulling them down to press his forehead against Mario's. The panicked breathing slowed a bit.

"Look, I'm sorry. I don't mean to blow up. I just-GAH!" He pulled Mario closer, and the human instantly melted in his arms. Feeling Mario bury his face in the still damp fur of his neck brought a sense of calm that nothing else did. 

"It just pisses me off that anyone thought it was ok to hurt you. I love ya to death, Mario, but do you have any idea how hard it is to look at you some days? To see that ugly-ass scar and know that I coulda kept it from happening? It just makes me feel…" He searched for the right word.

"Helpless." It was a feeling Donkey Kong was entirely unprepared for. A feeling he absolutely hated. Mario sighed again, a tired sound that made DK's chest tighten. The rain poured down around them, a steady din that seemed to drown out everything else. Finally, Mario spoke.

"I've just…I've just been telling myself that the past doesn't matter anymore, because Lu and I are in a better place now." He ran his fingers through the drying fur on DK's arm.

"But…the truth is…I think it's still hurting me. I still can't sleep through the night, I can only eat a little bit before I start to feel anxious, every little thing scares me…I just…" He hid his face in DK's fur, chest heaving.

"I'm just tired of always hurting. I'm trying to be better, I really am!" He looked up at DK pleadingly, as if he had to convince the ape of his words. As if Donkey Kong would ever doubt that he was trying. Large tears streamed down, and DK wordlessly pulled him impossibly closer.

"I know." The ape whispered. "I know."

Mario clung to Donkey Kong tightly, not caring that they were both still soaked from the rain.

"I just feel so bad, because things are better now! Things are so much better now, so why am I not better?!" 

"Because you went through shit, ok? People let you down your whole life, you can't expect yourself to be totally fine! You're still healing, ok? Cut yourself some slack, dumbass!" Mario gave a wet chuckle. 

"I'm sorry I didn't realize how much it hurt you. I can probably get, like, some kind of concealer to hide it or something." DK pulled back, giving Mario an unimpressed look.

"You wanna use makeup. Just to make me feel better." Confused, Mario nodded. DK facepalmed, shaking his head. 

"Good grief, who gives a shit?! There you are again, trying to make everyone else happy instead of yourself! Ya gotta stop this habit, Rio. Quit caring so much about what everyone else thinks. Yeah, it hurts me to look at it, but I care more about what's goin' on in here." He pressed a finger to Mario's forehead.

"You have the right to heal." Sky blue eyes stared up at him, as if the thought had never crossed his mind. 

"I know I can't go back in time and save you and your bro, but I can make a difference now. I can keep you safe now. I can give you so much fucking love, you'll drown in it!" He rubbed his cheek against Mario's, relishing the laughter it pulled from his human.

"You're gonna be ok. It'll take time, but you will be ok. Besides, I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt ya." Mario rested his head against Donkey Kong, chuckling at the declaration. 

"Yeah. I'll be ok."

Later, the rain would stop. The couple would make their way back to the city, discovering a frantic search party that had gone out to find them. Cranky Kong would scold them for being out in the downpour, tugging at DK's ear and smacking Mario's arm with his cane. They'd go back to DK's place, Mario changing and leaving his drenched clothes hanging on the porch railing, and they'd soak in the sun together until dinnertime.

For now?

For now, they sat in a much more comfortable silence, Mario cradled in DK's arms as the rain fell around them. The rest of the world didn't matter in that moment, because they had each other and knew.

It would be ok.

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"A Green Queen" AU

Chapter III

The sun began to peak its face through the green hills. The citizens of the Mushroom kingdom were setting up their shops and food carts as they greeted each other at the start of a new day.

The Princess was up early, she wanted to get a bit of peace before tending to the problems and concerns of her citizens.

Peach headed down the hall, hesitantly moving forward as she heard a loud clang come from behind a set of large doors. She slowly pushed it open, only to see a silhouette in the quiet, dark room. "Mario?", She whispered.

She flicked the lights on to see a bulletin board full of photos pinned with red lines. Horror struck here face, it soon turned into annoyance as she saw a swaying Mario. He was crouched on the floor mumbling to himself as his body rocked back and forth.

"He's really gone. I figured out Bowser's flight patterns and if I just work out a way to infiltrate his castle, maybe I can see him? I've even made a Koopa disguised!"

Peach plopped down next to him and lifted his chin. "You need to sleep. I get you're worried but-"

"You don't... We've been apart a few times, but a year is different. Even with school, we stuck together. To have the first time we've ever separated for a YEAR and with that tyrant?! I don't even know where to begin with what that stupid Koopa has planned."

Mario stood up and looked at the bulletin board. A sigh left his lips as he began to mumble to himself.

Peach got up and brushed herself off, "You think I don't, but I do... I know how it feels to not be around someone who you care deeply for, but I can reassure you, if your brother decided to go with Bowser of all creatures.. he's braver than you give him credit for.."

"I'm not saying-"

"Would you have gone if the proposal was for you?"

"No, but-"

"Would you have looked for a solution that didn't require three armies?"

Mario opened his mouth to speak then dejectedly looked down, thinking, as his stroked his stache. "Ok... You may have a point there."

"Mhm.", She smiled. "You've been up all night thinking on how to rescue your brother, you haven't even considered that if he needed it, he'll call."

The small plumber turned back to the board and sighed, "then we just sit and wait?.."

"We'll see him at the end of the month, that was the agreement after all. I also made sure he knew that if he wanted to come back at any time, he could.", She answered. "Now, let's start the day. You really need to shave that stubble."

"Yeah... Yeah, I honestly don't know how it grew overnight, truly..", he pondered.

The two made their way out of the room. Mario giving one more glance at the board before closing the door.

'I'm sorry, Princess. But I just need to check on him..'

He pulled out a small picture of a desert land with a sphinx looming in the side of the frame.

Luigi groaned, sweat dripping down his temple as he tossed a bit in bed. The sling restricted his movement, but he gasped awake once an alarm he'd set up from last night began to blare in his ears.

He looked around while taking deep breaths. He was aware he wasn't in his room, but still gazed at it in shock.

Once he calmed down, he slowly reached over with his left hand and stopped the clock. A yawn left his lungs as he recollected all of what happened last night. Looking down at his arm, he cursed under his breath and swiftly moved the covers off of himself.

A set of clothes were left on his nightstand, next to his clock, and he rolled his eyes to the obvious seal stitched onto the shirt.

'He doesn't even wear his own mark, why do I have to- No, calm down Luigi! Just one issue at a time here..'

He would have to deal with it later. Instead, he went over to an unpacked suitcase and began to get a simple green button up shirt, some jeans and his long striped socks. Before heading to his bathroom he grabbed a towel he forgot to grab and some shampoo he didn't put in the cabinet.

Trying to hold everything in one arm was only half the challenge, he now had to figure out how to shower and change his sling without injury.

Words Bowser said before started flooding into his head.

"And if you had just listened, you wouldn't be needing that sling!"

'Sure, blame ME for wanting some space!'

Luigi's frustration grew as he closed his bathroom door and turned on the shower head. Despite him coming into the castle in his Peach disguise, he hadn't seen any bathrooms his size before. He set up the bottles and toothbrush cup as orderly as he could while letting the water run to a temperature he felt wasn't going to burn his skin.

He took a deep breath and started to remove his shirt with his free hand. Lifting and turning to get every bit of his body out of the clothing someone had dressed him in. A shiver trailed as he realized he was undressed and dressed without permission.

'Not now, let's not think about that now!', he thought. His body began shaking a bit, but halted once he finally freed himself from the shirt.

Looking in the mirror, he smiled a bit. The scars near his ribs had faded a bit more and like clockwork, a bit of stubble was growing in.

Getting the rest of it off was simple enough, and as he finished undressing, he stepped into the shower.

The King was in his throne room delegating with a clawful of his captains. He was signing some documents for new dark land residents and grumbled at some of the testimonies. Kamek entered the room, rather cheerfully.

"The Prince and his siblings are eating his breakfast, your highness. They've decided they'd like to sleep at the castle once we arrive and are in quite the destructive spirit this morning.", He hummed.

"Good, we'll be there shortly. Make sure they don't ruin the dining room once we get there. I don't want to see apple pie and steak all over the castle walls again."

"Y-Yes, your highness.."

"Where is the Queen?"

Kamek gulped. He was hoping to avoid talking about Luigi for a few more minutes, but it seemed the King wasn't holding back.

"He's still in his chamber, your highness. Would you like him to stay there?"

"No, have him eat after the children finish. When he's done eating, bring him to the discussion room. Since he wants to be involved, so badly, might as well put some pressure up his stupid as-"

A clash erupted from the large doors swinging open. In bounded Bowser Jr and Ludwig, who panted a bit while trying to stop him.

"Papa!"

"Junior?! Ludwig? What a-are you-"

"Kamek said you got a queen!", He roared excitedly. "Does that mean that Princess said yes?! I knew it!"

His tail was wagging as Ludwig tried to hush him, "Hey! He said not to tell!", He whispered.

But the little prince wasn't listening and stumped Ludwig's muzzle causing him to grumble a bit. "It's true, right?!"

Bowser sighed and nervously gave a smile, "Well... It's a bit complicated, Junior.."

"What?"

"Well you see...", Bowser started. He gestured a bit to Kamek for assistance.

"Uhm, the Queen might not be... What you expect, your highness. We can talk about it once we reach the castle.", Kamek answered.

The small Koopa grunted and stomped, "No! I want to see my new momma!"

Bowser sighed and glared at Kamek, he slowly lifted himself from his throne and headed down the stairs.

Ludwig puffed his chest up a bit but Bowser brought the two closer as he leveled with the kids. "You'll meet the Queen after you and your siblings get ready to leave for your stay at the castle. And Junior, it isn't the Princess, but I promise to explain everything when we land. Ok?"

Junior huffed, resting over Bowser's arm, defeated. "Fine.."

"And Ludwig, make sure he doesn't burn anything..."

"Already on it!", He nodded holding up his staff.

"Good!"

Bowser smiled and for a moment, two purred as they leaned their foreheads against the King's, Junior still wearing a scowl on his face.

"I promise we'll discuss this later.", He smiled. "Now get going. That's an order.."

Ludwig huffed a bit as he gently pushed himself and Bowser Jr towards the door. The two waved goodbye and muffled chatter faded as they headed out.

The King's smile faded away as his head quickly turned towards Kamek, enraged.

"You told the kids?!"

"T-They wondered why you had arrived so late! Lemmy suggested a cuddle pile in your quarters, but-"

"And you couldn't have told them anything else?"

"Sorry, your highness.."

Bowser rumbled, but let his anger subside. "Fine. But get the Queen ready. He can take his breakfast with him to the discussion room. He wants to be involved so badly, it's time he proves it."

Kamek nodded and sped off down the hall on his broomstick to get Luigi.

The co-plumber had gotten ready and felt refreshed after the long shower. He was drying his hair with his free hand near the end of the bed, and was trying to figure out how he'd get his shirt on.

His stomach grumbled for his attention and as he rubbed it a knock came from the door.

"May I come in, your majesty?"

"N-Not ye-", he paused. "Actually yes! It's all right."

Kamek creaked the door open, " Ah! It's good to know you're already getting dressed."

"Yeah.. I need some help getting this shirt on though. Do you think you could.."

"Say no more, your highness!" Kamek proclaimed proudly. As he levitated the shirt, his eyebrow was raised in curiosity, "pardon my intrusion, but these aren't the clothes the King picked out for you. It's quite nice, but as his Queen you should.."

"...I'm not HIS. I'm just THE Queen and if that's the case, then I think wearing my shirt should be fine.", Luigi retorted. He made a failed attempt to fold his arms.

"Right....", the MagiKoopa noted. "If your majesty wishes, I guess I can't retort.". He finished as he warped the shirt onto Luigi's body and went to get the aid kit he'd left in the room.

"As for today, you'll be eating breakfast with the King while going over recent rebellions in a meeting with the captain and general of the Koopa army. The Captain is quite violent and his General is just as much. He's pretty loyal too."

Luigi gulped and stood up, "I feel underdressed now.."

"Which is why I set out clothes for you, your majesty.", Kamek scolded. "We have time to get you changed!"

He thought about it a bit, but shook his head. "I-I think I'll be fine. Just in case though..". He reached for his cape that was resting on the handle of his bed frame, "I'll put this on.."

Kamek gave him a good look at and sighed, 'Oh please, great stars let this not be a mistake!'

In front of a large golden crested door, Luigi stood quivering. He could barely keep his plate of pancakes, eggs, and bacon still that Kamek had to take it in fear of wasting a good meal.

"Anytime now, your majesty..."

"W-What if this is just like last night? I called him an ass! H-He was acting like one, but maybe he hasn't calmed down? I'm not equipped for this? Could we maybe reschedule?! O-Or maybe-"

Kamek looked over at him with an annoyed expression, "Your majesty, I understand your.. concerns, but you bravely spoke your peace yesterday despite the.. repercussions. Not even his bravest soldiers dare talk back to the King without execut-"

"Execution?! I CURSED AT HIM! I COULD BE-".

Luigi was about to pass out.

"No, no! Nothing of the sort. You forget that what you have is something no soldier can compare with."

"Seeing how fast I can get out of here...?"

".....No, you're The Queen, your majesty..."

He already knew this fact, but still could believe it'd be any use to a tyrant. Many queens from his world were executed, whether it was their fault or not. The Kings always held the power and he refused to end up with his head on a pike.

Kamek opened the doors, not before handing Luigi back his plate. Once opened, a surge of light came through causing Luigi's eyes to wince from the exposure. His vision cleared and he gazed at the round table, the same Koopa emblem preserved in the marble, and sharp blacked stone claws digging into its surface. At the head sat the King with two Koopas on each side of him, their attention placed on the duo that were standing there.

Bowser looked unimpressed, his eyelids lowered as he gave Luigi an examination and grunted seeing the casual wear.

"Kind of you to finally join us, your highness." Said the one eyed Koopa.

Luigi nodded in response as he made his way over to a small chair next to Bowser. His footsteps and squeaky heels echoed with each step.

Bowser glanced down at him and took a breath before continuing to speak, "So you say there has been an outbreak in the city?"

"Yes your greatness, several of my soldiers have reported on the citizens disdain for the announcement of the new Queen. They're worried that the brother of Mario will doom your kingdom.", he explained.

"A few have even begun calling you a failed King on account that word got out about the wedding incident... We've captured several of the protestors, but they've begun organizing crimes and rallies, your grace.", The General ranted his fist slamming the table.

Kamek had taken his side by the King while Luigi was eating while his arm was shaking. He felt responsible for all of it and knew how hard change was. A pit sank in his stomach knowing how those expressing their concerns would be executed or tortured and he tried his hardest not to imagine or verbalize their screams of pain in his head.

The King could sense his discomfort, "Hmm... Well, with the damages to several properties, the terrorizing of my citizens, and conspiring against the crown... It would be suitable to punish those who don't agree with my decision. Wouldn't you say so, Luigi?"

Luigi gulped, he was both shocked and infuriated by his response. He knew Bowser was pushing another button in him and was starting to crack. A small smile started to form on his face, "No."

"No?"

"No", he repeated. "I don't think they should be punished for voicing their concerns. They have no idea who I am."

Bowser raised an eyebrow and pressed on, "Wouldn't that make you furious? It would be better to squash any doubt in your leadership."

"Of course that works for someone like you.."

"And what's THAT supposed to mean?!",Bowser snarled.

Luigi smirked, enjoying the upper hand. "A brute will act brutish, you haven't even considered giving your citizens closure on me being a new leader to them."

"I- uhm-", his jaw opened. The Captain looked a bit uneasy.

"I'm not finished.", He noted. "You only prove them right by imprisoning those telling you of how stupid of a choice it was to make your ENEMY an equal. But what do I know, I'm just your prisoner."

Luigi closed his eyes and did a one-sided shrug before lifting the fork to his mouth. The room stayed stunned as Bowser tried to find the words to respond. His Captain and General started to rethink their strategy before Bowser spoke.

".... Y-You.. Ugh!"

"Should we... Torture them.. or-"

Bowser sighed, he could feel a headache growing as he tried to think this over. He hadn't thought further on the situation and wanted to simply stop it before anything got out of hand, but realized only now that his decision was the cause of all of this.

"No! Not yet at least, give me a day to think about this. We will relocate the prisoners to the castle cells once we reach there. I'll make my decision once my meetings in Sarasaland are over. Get the chains ready for their departure and station your guards at each cell. Two guards to a prisoner."

"Yes, your highness!", The two nervously stated.

"Leave us be... You too, Kamek.."

"O-Of course.", He answered. The MagiKoopa gave Luigi a pat on the shoulder before heading out with the others.

"Are you trying to make a fool out of me?"

Luigi only gulped at the worried expression on his face and didn't dare look up from his plate. His chewing slowed as he tried to retain his confidence.

The doors slowly clasped closed.

Bowser slowly turned to the man, he had a claw on the table and lowered his head, almost two inches away from Luigi's ear.

His heated breath could be felt trickling the Queen's neck, "No, you do that enough for yourself.. Both last night and just now."

Bowser snarled as his claws scrapped the resin surface, long marks being made on the table. "It was you and your brother's plan that ruined my rep!"

"Someone with BRAINS would've seen that me in a dress wasn't your damned bride! For fuck's sake, I wore a MASK!", Luigi retorted. He stood up as he spoke, which caused the Koopa to slowly move his head back once he did. "Maybe get those eyes checked."

Bowser grumbled, "Oh yeah!? Well- fuck you!-"

'I was excited to finally be happy for once!'

"-You and your brother always pull some FUCKING trick to get YOUR way. You're both just as inconsiderate as I am!"

Luigi's mouth gaped open and he poked at the King's snout, "My brother is nothing like you! He is the most considerate and understanding guy I know!-"

'If I were as half the man as he is...'

"-You don't even!" Luigi paused. "You know what, no. I'm not going to go back and forth with you. What do you want?"

Bowser blinked. He was so ready to fire back at him, he'd forgotten what started the argument. Why was he fighting with someone beneath his authority.

"I...". His head lowered in defeat. He sighed and sat up again. "I.. wanted to know if you'd really want to give cLosURre to my kingdom. I, hadn't thought about...ugh."

Luigi looked at him confused by his confession, "You didn't think anyone would have a problem with it?"

"That's not it. I just, didn't... Actually that's exactly it..."

He rolled his eyes at the large Koopa as he ate more of the bacon. "I'd like to... It's only fair, since I'm their Queen now."

"Right..".

The two sat in the realization for a moment. The quiet deafened the room as the clinking from the fork and plate kept the silence from setting in.

"This is the first time you've had a civil conversation with me.", He noted.

"Don't get used to it, this was only the start of your duties."

"Sure", he chewed. "As if you'll let me do anything..."

"I gave you the opportunity to make a decision and all you did was question my choices! How can I let you do anything??"

"You ASKED for my opinion, not a decision. You had already thought of one, I merely gave my input on it.", He scoffed finishing up his eggs.

Bowser mumbled and mimicked him, but for some reason his tail was swaying. "That's enough out of you."

Standing up, he took Luigi's plate, "Get back to your chambers."

"I can handle the plate-"

"I heard you shuffling with it in your puny hand from outside. You could barely hold Lemmy with it."

'Lemmy?..'

"And whose fault is that?!"

"Will you let it go already!! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! IT'LL FUCKING HEAL!"

Luigi flinched and took a deep breath, "Say your sorry and mean it."

"Mean it?", the Koopa snorted.

"Yes, say you're sorry for hurting me!"

"You expect me to surrender to-"

"Nevermind... I just want to lay down."

"This isn't on the level of some battle! JUST-", Luigi sat down, exhausted from screaming. His free hand covering his eyes and he sighed. It felt like arguing with his niece all over again and he didn't want to over exert himself.

Bowser gaped his mouth to say something else, but clenched it and nodded. "The soldiers will take you back."

"Yeah, yeah."

Through the corridor, Luigi was followed quite closely by two guards, stopping here and there to check out portraits hung on the walls. As he stepped into his room and shut the door, he plopped on his uninjured side and winced at the pain from the sudden jolt.

'All I wanted was..'

He didn't dare finish that thought, he knew what he wanted, but shouldn't have expected it from a dragon wannabe. He flopped onto his back, so he could brace himself upwards and started to the window. Looking out, he could see a few huts on some wetlands and noticed the drastic transition from soil to soot.

Bowser placed the plate in the sink and started to wash it. The Koopa beside him glanced up at him nervously, already working on a heavy load of dishes.

He didn't say anything, but he could tell his presence made them nervous, "You."

"M-Me, your highness?"

"No, the ceiling."

"Oh! Ok."

Bowser groaned, "Of course I meant you!"

"Sorry, your highness!", They squeaked.

"Ugh... Look, did you treat the Queen last night?"

The Koopa perked up, "Yes! H-He was a bit nervous about drinking the soup, but I-"

"I didn't ask for all of the details."

"Sorry.."

"Good. Now, did he.. seem like a fit ruler to you?"

The dish-washer slowly lowered their sponge and plate, thinking. "He.. didn't NOT seem like one."

"Hm... And did he ever yell any orders? Demand anything? What do you think of him as a Queen?"

The Koopa was stunned, eyes widened and was slowly inched away from the King in fear of the wrong answer.

"Well?", Bowser sneered.

"U-Um... He didn't yell, I think his orders were in reason... He asked me to taste the soup for poison. I'm not sure if h-he'll be a good Queen since I don't know what he's done for the kingdom yet..B-But as long as he keeps your kingdom strong. It should be fine?"

Bowser put the plate down and grabbed the Koopa with his claw. They yelled and quivered as he raised them up to his eye level.

"Are you saying he'd take my place?!"

"N-No! Not at all your highness! I-Im just saying you could use him to your advantage! He'll know.. um. Oh! About plans of attack against your kingdom o-or possibly the location of another superstar?!", They squeaked as their head was slowly retracting.

Bowser thought about it and grinned, he dropped the help and stomped off.

'And with him visiting home every month.. I could use the plans of the Mushroom kingdom to once and for all, crush Mario and take Peach! I'll have a proper wedding and Queen at my side!'

He chuckled at the thought and headed to his throne room.

The ship started to descend and near the entrance, the Koopa kids were excitedly ready to rampage through the castle and fill their rooms with treasures from their journey. Ludwig was carrying a few scrolls as Morton picked one up as it dropped.

"Why so many? Kamek said we didn't have to study spells this month.", He questioned. The kids turned their attention to him.

"I thought I'd help out more by digging into advanced magic! I want to take down that pesky plumber.", Ludwig answered. He placed what he had into his sack and took the one he dropped from his brother.

"I see no point in it, Bowser said we shouldn't interfere until-", Wendy noted.

"Until we're ready!", The group chimed in unison.

"It's never stopped us yet! Heck, even the Prince terrorized his first village before he was ready!", Roy added slickly.

"I could test out new explosives too!", Iggy popped in.

"Eh, I doubt-"

"KIDS!"

All of them looked at the stomping Koopa approaching, Kamek flying in tow. "You better not be planning on doing anything this time. Right?"

"Right..." Larry winked.

"I'm serious, the Queen is staying in the castle with you all, so I don't want trouble this time."

"What?! So Kamek wasn't lying?!"

"Ooh! Is she pretty?! Finally, another lady in the castle! Maybe we can-"

"Heeey! What's wrong with males?!"

Bowser sighed as the kids bickered, he roared for their attention and they flinched. "Look, you can ask him all the questions you want, I don't care. But no shenanigans, got it?"

"Yes sir!"

Morton stuck his tongue out at Wendy when Bowser mentioned a 'him' and she rolled her eyes.

"Shut it!", She whispered

Luigi made his way down the hall, panting a bit as he realized he wasn't able to pack everything so quickly. A few shirts began slipping out of the suitcases the guards were carrying. One had flown behind to pick up and catch what was slipping.

When he reached the group, he was out of breath.

"Took you long enough..", Bowser grumbled.

"If you didn't give me less than an HOUR to pack, I wouldn't need to rush!", He retorted between breaths.

The Koopalings and Junior just stared at Luigi, as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. They looked at Bowser and erupted in questions.

"Him!? Are you kidding?!"

"Why is he wearing a polo and jean- jeggings?! I'm appalled!"

"He doesn't even have a shell!"

"He's that weak?! Look at his arm!"

Roy just glared at him and shook his head. Luigi shivered and just lowered his head in embarrassment.

"You've gotta be kidding me! Even my smallest attack would knock him off his feet!"

"QUIET! One at a time!", Bowser growled. "I said I'll explain this in the castle, now hop to it!"

The kids grumbled and complained as they walked in with their luggage carried behind them. Luigi blinked and felt relieved that this gave him some time to collect his thoughts.

"So... Kids?", He started. "How many times have you-"

"what?...NO I DIDN'T-"

The Koopalings all went into their separate chambers and started unpacking. Junior on the other hand, had other ideas.

He scampered into his clown car, huffing a bit as he fell in and flew off into the halls. He wanted to understand why his dad chose someone like Luigi to be the Queen. He always boasted about the beautiful and infamous Princess, so what made the little plumber so special.

"I'm leaving."

"ok?", Luigi looked at him confused. He already knew Bowser was on his way, but wasn't sure why the scaly guy was watching him unpack.

"I'm REALLY leaving you here.", He repeated.

"Mhm."

"I don't know when I'll be back! It could take days!", Bowser exclaimed.

Luigi put his shirt in the dresser and turned his head to Bowser slowly, "And?.. You made it clear I'm staying.."

"Right..", the King grunted with a grin. "Good to know you're finally listening."

Luigi just stood there, he gestured to him his eyes squinting and the finger tips of his free hand touching. His mouth gaped as he was unable to understand the beast's persistence.

Junior flew by but backed up once he heard murmurs coming from down the hall. His father's tail laid outside the door and as he began to get closer he finally heard the slight embarrassment coming from the King.

"Are you asking me to go with you?"

"No! But since you're SO persistent about it!"

"I mentioned it ONCE"

"Look, Greenie. I get it. If you're too scared to ask about it in my presence then that's understandable. You are quite weak, but I'll consider your involvement in my duties."

"I...I DIDN'T EVEN ASK!"

Junior gasped and busted in, falling out of the car as it crashed into the bed and exploded into flames.

Luigi ducked and flew back as best he could to avoid the blast. Meanwhile Junior tucked into his shell and rolled over by his father's feet from the backlash. He popped out ready to defend his dad when he looked up to see his father glaring at him, his brows furrowed.

"Junior.... How many times do I have to tell you.. TO NOT USE THE CAR TO BUST THROUGH DOORS!", he roared. "ONLY THE WALLS GOSH DAMNIT!"

"He was yelling at you!! I wanna make sure he doesn't do it again!"

"He- go to the living area! Wait there with your siblings!"

"But dad!"

"NOW!"

Junior grumbled, "NO!"

Luigi was checking his arm, it was still sore, but the pain wasn't as intense. He coughed from the debris and stood up, looking at the two arguing.

"Great... Now there's two..", he muttered. "HEY!"

Both paused and snapped their jaws shut to stare at Luigi.

"U-Uhm.. my bed is.... Anyways, could we please get that taken care of? I don't want to hear you two bickering for the rest of the morning."

"You can't tell Papa what to do!", Junior huffed.

"I'll send someone to fix it.."

"WHAT?! BUT PAPA!"

"NO, GO TO THE LIVING AREA. NOW!"

"HMPH!"

Junior stomped off, not before sticking his tongue out at Luigi and pulling up his mask. Bowser watched him go and could see Junior wiping a tear away as he headed down the hall. He sighed then turned his attention to the flaming bed.

"If you want my advice-"

"Shut it and follow me."

"Right..", Luigi sighed.

'Not even gonna ask if I'm ok'

The two started down the corridor. Luigi, now making pace with the base of Bowser's tail.

"Oh, and is your arm healed yet?"

"what?.."

"You heard me."

Luigi looked at it, "Yeah, it's doing ok now."

"Good.. because you'll probably break the other one."

"WHY YOU-"

In the living area, the Koopalings were all waiting around on the cushioned furniture. A few blanket slings and egg chairs kept them entertained.

Junior stepped into the room and their attentions were raised as he wiped away another tear.

Roy spun over to him, got on one knee and asked him what happened. "Papa yelled at me! All because I was trying to stop the stupid human from yelling at him!"

"Did you crash the clown car again?", Lemmy asked.

"No!"

He raised an eyebrow at him, "Really?"

"Well..."

Roy smiled, "Nice one, lil Prince."

Before Junior could reply, Bowser walked in and looked at the room. The Koopalings gave him their attention as he smiled from it.

"Wait, where's Larry?"

"On your shell."

"...... LARRY!"

"Hehehe!", the little one slid down and ran back to his blanket swing.

"Now, I know you're all wondering about the Queen. But I can assure you, it's not what you believe it to be.", Bowser began. "There were some... Complications during the wedding ceremony and due to the mix up, Greenie here is the temporary Queen for a year."

Ludwig raised an eyebrow, "So he's still Queen.."

"Yes, but he's only this as a punishment! It's not permanent."

"Why not just imprison him for a year?"

"Yeah!", Morton agreed. "Torture him then patch him up again! Then torture him some more!"

The plumber tensed up and began to shiver from the thought of the kids using his body as a punching bag. He looked up at the King for any sign of mercy.

Bowser raised his brows, his eyes filled with pride in their persistent blood lust. He cleared his throat, "I've already injured his arm as a warning if he is defiant. Additionally, if we tortured him, his brother and the Mushroom Kingdom would begin a siege. Even though we could easily overpower them, we... Need to preserve resources."

Luigi let out a sigh of relief, but was still shocked by Bowser's growing smile.

Junior looked at him directly, "I don't like him! He can't be Queen! Divorce him!"

"Who taught you that?"

"Wendy said that's what couples do! Divorce him!"

"Junior.."

Bowser picked up the tiny Prince, a look of worry on his face. "Look at it this way, if I keep the small, feeble, weak human-"

"Hey!"

"-Then we could taunt Mario and torture him. You can even send a letter saying we fractured his arm."

"Really?!", The young Koopa exclaimed excitedly.

Bowser nodded.

"I'll go get my crayons!"

Luigi tried to jump in, "I don't think that's a good idea!"

"No one asked!", Ludwig noted.

"Now, you can get your crayons but you have to say you'll let the prisoner stay the Queen. No more talk of a divorce! From ANY of you.", His head slowly turned to Wendy.

She looked a bit unamused as she filed her claws, "Right."

"ok!", Junior agreed. He hopped down and ran over to Larry, who was already coloring on some paper.

Bowser looked satisfied with the outcome, but Luigi was just standing there baffled by his solution.

"You do realize my brother will have your skull if he sends that?"

"I'd like to see him try, shrimpie.", Bowser turned to leave. "I'm heading out children! Don't kill too many Troopa while I'm gone."

"Okay!", A few said in unison.

"No promises!"

"Greenie, you're coming back onto the ship."

"What?!"

"Your bed is damaged and I...uh.. don't have other rooms in the castle."

"You can't be serious.", Luigi replied, unable to believe him.

"Unless you want to sleep in my chambers...", Bowser murmured.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing! Get over here now!"

"Fine, geez! Would it hurt you to say please?!", Luigi scolded as he hurriedly rushed over to the stomping Koopa. "Prick."

"Shortie."

"IM ABOVE THE AVERAGE HEIGHT FOR HUMANS!"

"Sure you are. Keep dreaming, little Queen."

"I hate you..", Luigi grumbled.

"I hate you more."

[silly-inky]

Booigi master post

So I decided to make a master post of sorts, so this contains links to pieces of art or writing related to the ship Booigi (King Boo x Luigi) and King Boo and Luigi content seperate from the ship itself I have made.

So for those new to my stuff or just want to see all of it, here you are

(a quick warning, I usually don't really spell check more than once in my posts 😅)

Booigi art:

Reading on the window sill

Trying on his crown

Small kisses

Hold the Boo

A puppet pulls on silver strings unfinished TikTok

Movie night

Helping out your clumsy boyfriend who accidentally sprained his ankle so now you have to be his icepack to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid

Booigi Water colour doodles of all the Boo's being cute

Cute little bracelets I made for them all

Luigi's hair

Sleepy snuggles

Kissing King Boo to keep him quiet

Luigi in a corset doodle

Snowball fight

Christmas mistletoe

What happened to your face TikTok

What happened to your face drawings

Crack doodles with everyone in

First meeting

Comfort after a nightmare

Sunny looks good in a suit

Luigi slips up

Booigi writing:

You we're someone to me a lifetime ago fic

Art class

King Boo is jealous of Polterpup??

King Boo art:

First King Boo doodle sheet

King Boo expressions

King Boo post-it note shenanigans

Yet another doodle page of King Boo shenanigans

First drawing of Jovi (party king Boo)

First drawing of Sunny (sunshine king Boo)

Requested doodles from the small one

King Boo reading a cute story to his Boo's

Another King Boo doodle

Queen Boo

God dayum King Boo got some cake on him

Pumpkin carving with the Boo's

Sunny lounging about

Cool gouache painting of King Boo

Emotions of a Boo

Cursed umbrellas

Proceeds to lovingly squish King Boo

Sunshine gets sprayed with the hose 

King Boo is pissed off

Boo CHONK Chart

King Boo writing:

The King Boo's headcanon's

How they all fell for Luigi

The King Boo's character info sheets

Tax evasion

Slay scale 💅✨

Luigi art:

Luigi busting out some moves

Be safe TikTok

What did our dad do? TikTok

Mario Bros angst TikTok

Luigi in a bunny suit (slight nsfw)

A big bouquet for the little guy

Luigi's Halloween vampire costume

Mario and Luigi want to give you a hug

Princess Luigi doodles

Luigi writing:

Luigi gets spooked and chooses violence lol

Luigi with his monster fucker ID

How Luigi shuts Wario up

Luigi is a cool guy who knows a lot of stuff

Mario and Luigi's life growing up

More Luigi headcanon's

Mario and Luigi being siblings

Luigi coming out to Mario

Luigi beats Bowser's ass

I do plan on Re-writing some of my posts in the future

And if I remember to I may continue to add to this, you can also look for these seperately using the hashtags I use

I will link this in my intro post that's pinned at the top of my blog if you ever want to find it and don't want to scroll to far, I like keeping my stuff organized

@skulls-soul @spectrayus @brosif40

I'm just @ you guy's so you know this is here, I'll undo it afterwards

[jjlovesgoodies]

I think you should make headcanons about the yttd cast playing Mario Kart

Alright!!! Ty for the ask!!

This is how I think the YTTD cast play Mario Kart:

(Spoilers for the 1st Main game)

Sara - Like most things, Sara gets super competitive when it comes to Mario Kart, and if someone beats her at it she’ll refuse to speak to them for at least a week. (And she sticks to it, even if it’s Gin). She’ll always play as Daisy.

Sou - He’s been playing the game almost all his life, and is a pro. Like Sara, he is really competitive and will most likely end up yelling if it isn’t going going well for him. I can see him playing as Shy-Guy.

*Sara and Sou will curse and insult anyone who passes them out

(More under the cut)

Joe - He’s pretty good at the game, and tends to get playfully competitive, but unlike some people (Cough cough Sou and Sara) he doesn’t curse anyone out while doing so. He chooses a different character to play as every time, but he’s particularly fond of Mario and Yoshi.

Kanna - She loves playing the game, though most of her experience of it is constantly getting her ass beat by Kugie, and unfortunately not much has changed when she plays with the others (Once again cough cough Sou and Sara) though she has gotten weirdly good at throwing green shells accurately. I think she’d play as Peach.

Gin - He gets so excited whenever they start playing, and he’s actually quite good at the game. Though he has started to take after Sara and Sou and will tell people to kill themselves if they wrong him while playing. He’d play as either Bowser or Donkey Kong.

Keiji - My guy cannot play this game for shit, whenever they play courses that you can fall off the edge of, that’s how he spends the whole race. Like everyone else would finish and would just be waiting a solid ten minutes for him to cross the finish line. Also he always plays as Rosalina, I just know he does.

Reko - Her and Alice have been extremely competitive at this game since the dawn of time, though she went a little easy on Gin and Kanna at the start, until Gin saw right through it and told her to actually try. She does her best to refrain from yelling/cursing at the two of them (she does slip up from time to time, but she does her best). But anyone else and it’s on sight, she is not holding back (ESPECIALLY Alice and Sou. She will bring up traumatic childhood experiences and every insecurity Alice has ever had just to throw him off during a race). She mains Waluigi.

Alice - Like almost everyone else on this list so far, he is also competitive, though when playing with ppl like Sou, Sara, Reko half of the time, and even Gin on a few occasions, he usually ends up losing, so he spends most of the time either screaming “fuck you” at anyone and everyone (except maybe Kanna) or muttering angrily to himself as he plays. I think he’d play as Dry Bones.

Kai - I haven’t played/seen his minisode but from what I do know abt him I doubt he had much experience with the game as a child, so he’s mostly new to it. I feel like he’s a quick learner though, and would be on the higher end of the cast in terms of skill. Unlike the others, though, he is completely silent as he plays. I get the vibes that he’d play as a Koopa Troopa.

Q-Taro - He’s not the greatest at the game, and has yet to win a race, though he blames it on the stupid shells, and makes sure to mention that at least he can play real sports (glance at Sou). He always plays as Bowser.

Nao - She’s alright at the game, like Joe she gets playfully competitive, and has accepted the fact that she almost always loses. She’d play as Baby Bowser or Wendy.

Mishima - Whenever someone asks him to play it with them, he politely declines, as he’s seen what that game does to the group. The only time he would play it is if it’s only Kanna, Nao and/or Gin (though he’s quickly removing Gin from that list bc the terrible swearing habit he’s developed). He’d either pick a random character or Lakitu when he does play.

Other related HCs:

-There was one time where Nao, to the shock of everyone (her included), somehow managed to beat Sou on Rainbow Road and has yet to shut up about it (This is a reference to something that happened irl, and like Nao I have yet to shut up about it).

-Sara and Sou, as mentioned, yell a lot while playing, but it gets so much worse when they’re playing against each other because they keep escalating the things they say to each other, attacking at each other’s biggest insecurities and stuff (Like Reko to Alice lol).

-Once in a particularly intense 1V1 race with Sara and Sou, Joe decided it’d be funny to unplug whatever console they were playing on before the race ended, just to see their reaction. And that’s how Joe actually died.

[beansnsoup]

just an idea I’ve been workshopping since I saw the movie

luigi x reader where the reader is a goth prince/ss who took up residence in the dark lands after bowser’s defeat and despite the victorian vampire aesthetic, they’re actually really sweet and rather romantic.

OBSESSED

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Vampire Kisses

Summary: Due to Bowsers' defeat, someone else had to take over ruling the darklands, and the fill-in just so happened to catch Luigis eye.

Relationship: Platonic with romantic attributes

Character: Luigi

Warnings: fluff, gn reader

"Hello?"

Princess Peach knocked at the large door of the revamped castle in the dark lands, she had recently heard news of a new ruler and civilization and she wanted to give them all a nice welcome.

"Do you think they're even here?" Mario asked the princess, she sighed out, "Why wouldn't they be? We've already ran into so many of the villagers, I'm sure they wouldn't leave their people right after being pronounced the new leader."

Luigi wasn't too keen on the idea; he had an obvious hatred towards the area for obvious reasons but came anyway since he and Mario were pretty much the heroes - and plumbers - of The Mushroom Kingdom.

The door finally opened, they were all greeted by a man in a black Victorian suit, "Yes?"

"Oh, um, hi, we're here to see the ruler."

"May ask why and who you are?"

"Yes, I am Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom and I wanted to come introduce myself. This is Mario and Luigi, they're some of our kingdoms bravest."

"I see, come with me."

The man led them all further into the castle, the lighting was getting darker and darker with a few candles scattered throughout the corridor. Luigi shakily looked around at his surroundings, seeing this as just another bowser situation.

Finally the man stopped at the near end of the corridor and opened the door for them all, "Lord Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Princess Peach of Mushroom Kingdom and her," He paused, "Knights, are here to greet you."

"Let them in."

The man gave them all an approving look and moved out of the way for them to make their way in. Peach guided Mario and Luigi into the room where you slowly walked out of the shadows.

She sent a petite bow your way which you returned, "Thank you for stopping by, Princess."

"It's no trouble at all, I felt it was only right."

"And who are these people behind you? Are they really knights; shouldn't they be wearing armor?"

Peach laughed, "No, they did help us defeat bowser, our kingdom is forever grateful."

You also laughed with her, "Well I'm glad that's cleared up, I had never known of knights that wore such garments."

When you laughed Luigi caught a glimpse of you smile, it was a beautiful smile, but it was the shape of the teeth that irked him, he looked over at Mario to see if he saw the same thing.

"You're very good at flattering people." Mario stated, causing you to laugh again. "I'm Mario, it's a pleasure to me you."

You sent an approving nod his way and looked over at Luigi, "So you must be,"

"Oh, I'm Luigi." He mustered out in a shaky voice, you noticed this, it wasn't the first time something like this has happened, this is why your family has always had a door greeter or hasn't participated in certain royal occasions.

One wrong move and you're proving to people that you're a monster that should be chained and locked up away somewhere.

You pursed your lips, considering different ways to approach it, deciding to just ease the tension. You sent a big smile his way, "I come from a line of vampires, it's a blessing yet a curse."

Marios eyes widened, Peach kept a calm look on her face while giving Mario a slight nudge to act professional. Luigi surprisingly softened up, becoming enticed by your aura, he gave you a sweet smile back.

"Would you all like to sit down? I can have us some tea made; it probably was a long trip over here." You asked the each of them.

"No, it's okay, we don't want to be any trouble, we just wanted to come make sure everything was fine over here!" Peach replied, you had to admit that you were a little hurt by the subtle rejection until Luigi chimed in,

"I wouldn't mind tea, if it's not any trouble, besides we just got here, let's sit down and get to know each other."

You rang the house bell in kitchen to call up some tea, "Now we wait" you said before walking back and forwarding them to the lounge chairs near your desk.

-

"It was amazing, thank you." Peach said as you walked them out, "Thank you for coming, it really made my day." You smiled.

Mario sent a small wave goodbye and walked out with Peach; Luigi stopped before reaching outside the door.

"It was nice meeting you, I enjoyed it here."

You've never had some speak this way about you, unless it was your family, "It was nice meeting you as well, I'll expect you back, you know?"

"You can count on it."

IM BACK

the title was a little bit of false advertising so sorry, lmk if yall want a part 2!!