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It was early January; Mario and Luigi finally had their own plumbing business started up, in spite of their family teasing them relentlessly. All of their family except their mother, of course, she was a shining beacon of hope and safety for the twins. After their disastrous failure with their first plumbing job, Mario had come up with a hair-brained idea to “save Brooklyn”. And Luigi, of course, followed along. He wasn’t really sure why he did, maybe he was desperate too. But now that half-cracked idea ended them both underground in uncharted territory.

“Come on,” Mario called snapping Luigi back to the here and now helping Luigi back onto his feet. They had, apparently, fallen into an unused and abandoned utility tunnel, “Whoa! What is this place?” Mario wondered out loud to his brother who had begun to further explore the unknown area. Luigi noticed a mysterious pipe and peered inside, stepping inside. “Looks like nobody's been down here for years,” Mario noted and then heard an odd noise from where Luigi had been standing moments ago.

“Luigi?” He called out slowly walking into the same pipe. “Luigi, are you in there?” Mario felt his heart rate spike and picked up the wrench that Luigi dropped. Luigi may be clumsy but he would never just leave their tools on the ground. Where the hell was he?

“Luigi!” Mario hollered, his voice now more panicked than before. He looked to the wrench for answers as it was pulled from his grasp, further into the pipe, disappearing from sight.

“What?” Mario breathed bewildered, and noticed that he is being pulled into the pipe as well, “Fuck!” He spat and screamed as he moved magically along a series of clear passageways moving through brightly colored clouds. Mario gasped as he took in the enchanted sights before him; the marvel of what was happening didn’t last long. He heard Luigi screaming in fear somewhere close by.

“Luigi!” Mario yelled out, finally locking eyes on his younger brother. He hasn’t the faintest clue what’s going on, but he knew he needed Luigi.

“Mario!” Luigi cried out, panicked tears in his eyes. Mario felt his own tears well up in relief. They had always been each other's safe place, as long as they were together they’d be alright.

“Gimme your hand!” Mario instructed as he tried to get closer to Luigi. Just a little more and- Mario and Luigi took hold of each other's hands and began spinning. “It's all gonna be okay!” Mario assured wanting to convey his thoughts and manifest them. Although he was as lost as Luigi was. Mario had to be brave, fearless, and strong. He already felt like enough of an idiot for dragging his brother down; like his dad had suggested not that long ago.

“HOW IS THIS GONNA BE OKAY!?” Luigi argued, his anxiety getting the best of him. Mario pressed forward with optimism, wanting and desperately hoping his words were true.

“I'm telling you! Nothing can hurt us as long as we're together!” Mario explained enthusiastically, and for a moment there was a flicker of confidence in Luigi’s eyes. The younger twin could almost believe him, almost. Then, just as suddenly as it had all begun, Luigi was pulled away from Mario and entered a lava-covered portal-looking thing.

“Mario!” Luigi cried out absolutely hysterically. The tears floating in the lack of gravity in the space between them.

“Luigi!” Mario cursed and wished that he could be with his brother as he was ejected from the pipe. Mario landed on a giant mushroom, tumbled to the grass-covered ground, and said with feeling, “Fuck!”

Luigi groaned as he forced himself back onto his feet for the second time in less than ten minutes. He sighed deeply and picked up the bag of tools. “Mario? Mario? Where are you?” He mock whispered into the dead forest as a nearby branch snagged him.

“Huh?” The green-clad plumber whipped his head around, taking himself off the branch, and unceremoniously lost his balance in the process, stumbling near a lava stream. Thinking quickly he ran across only to bump into a tree and then got attacked by bats. Finally, he grabbed his flashlight from the toolbag and continued forward in spite of every fiber of his being feeling on edge. Luigi heard something, the cracking of bones he thought, he turned and saw skeletal creatures, the bones of some turtle-like creatures. He froze for a moment before he could process what they were, or how they were alive they began to attack him. Luigi hit into a branch and it flew toward the bone creatures dismantling one.

“Oh?” Luigi beamed at the dismantled pile of bones. They can be defeated, thank god. “Ha, ha! Yes! You just got a-Luigi'd!” He laughed feeling way more confident than he should given the circumstances. The creature he downed began to reassemble as more arrived. The flashlight started to fail, the damn thing.

“Fuck, fuck!” He whimpered with fervor, beginning to make a run for it. Luigi narrowly escaped the horde and took refuge in a fortress. Quickly closing the door behind him, he took a sigh of relief. “Finally safe,” Luigi murmured to himself right before he heard the shuffling of more feet behind him. The flashlight blinked back on long enough for him to see the dozen or so more unknown, new creatures in white masks and red robes. Luigi screamed left once again in the dark as the flashlight failed once more.

Luigi was tied and forced by the things in masks, brought to a large castle before another creature he had never seen before. They sat on a throne and appeared to be some type of draconic hybrid of animals that he had seen on Earth, mixed with the living version of the bone turtles from the dead forest. The plumber was thrown at this supposed ruler's feet, trembling and unsure of where he was at or what was going on; as well as what, or who, these strange creatures were. The creature on the throne growled and Luigi couldn’t help but yelp, a sinking feeling settling in his gut.

“Leave him to me.” The ruler snarled, the voice was deep and Luigi thought to himself that he may be a King of sorts. Luigi was also taken aback by the fact that he could talk, but he didn’t have much time to think about it before another creature, clad in what looked like blue wizard robes and with a staff of some kind, undid Luigi's restraints magically. A blue hue of magic enveloped the human and he flew now hovering before the monarch.

“What is your name?” The King asked, his voice deep and eyes fierce.

“Uh... Luigi.” The human shuddered, unsure if it was more from fear or how intense the other’s gaze was.

“Not sure if you know who I am, but I'm about to marry a Princess and-” The ruler purred menacingly, he put a claw finger under Luigi’s jaw to lift his head. The King’s scales were warm on his skin, crystal blue eyes locked with ruby ones as time slowed. The ruler’s focus shifted, for only a second, and noticed a mark on his scales that had not previously been there before. It was small on his right arm, a single primrose and a marigold in full bloom.

“You- you’ve ruined everything.” Bowser seethed in a whisper. Luigi’s expression shifted from unsure-fear to confusion.

“What?”

“YOU'VE RUINED EVERYTHING!” He roared, snatching his hand back from the human. He snapped his head to the side and screamed, breathing fire in a semicircle facing his back to the human. He couldn’t look at him, how could this happen?

“GET HIM OUT OF MY SIGHTS! KAMEK MAKE SURE THIS IS HANDLED AND THEN SEE ME AT ONCE!” Luigi felt weak in his knees and was slightly grateful for the magic keeping him upright. Otherwise, he would have fallen on his ass. The ruler began to stomp off but threw one last menacing glare at the crowd in the throne room.

“IF ANY OF THIS LEAVES THIS THRONE ROOM THEN IT'LL BE CONSIDERED TREASON! PUNISHABLE BY DEATH!!” He turned back to leave, stomping and huffing as he went, “MAKE SURE I AM NOT DISTURBED!” He added before completely disappearing.

“Wha- what’s going on?” The plumber asked tearfully, scared out of his wits as the creature dressed as a wizard, What did the other guy call him, oh yeah, Kamek. As Kamek forced him into a cell. Kamek ignored him totally and disappeared with a pop of magic. Now free of the magical restraints the human collapsed onto his knees and sobbed. Luigi was overwhelmed, frightened, and confused. What had just happened?

“Your Awfulness, do you want to press forward with the attack on the Snow Kingdom?” Kamek inquired, treading carefully. They were now in Bowser’s quarters, he knew to watch himself when the King was this upset. To be honest, for the first time in years, he was at a loss for what to do. So, he followed his instincts to do whatever his King needed to bring him comfort.

“It’ll have to wait. We have to take care of this first.” Bowser stressed, flashing the soulmate mark in disgust. Kamek was a tad surprised that the other didn’t want to continue with the original plan, but it was understandable.

“Of course, sire.” He nodded with respect and Bowser was pacing back and forth, rubbing his wrist raw as if that would make the mark go away.

“I want every book, tome, piece of paper, note, anything and everything that we have on this brought to my study for my review at once!” He ordered as smoke billowed from his nostrils. Bowser too, hadn’t felt like this in years, he wasn’t sure which was worse; the current issue, or the ghost of his past that still haunts him to this day.

“Right away Your Majesty.” Kamek excused himself to follow the orders given to him. When he returned Bowser was fully dressed, clad in slacks and a long-sleeved shirt; his spiked jewelry on top.

Even with everything pulled from the library, the two Koopas couldn’t find much nonfiction material on soulmate marks, and most of the information they did find, they already knew. They poured over every piece of material nonetheless and even pulled some in from other sources. That’s when, a few days later, Kamek finally had a breakthrough. Neither Koopa said anything about the mark until then.

“I have a reliable source that talks of a brilliant, and possibly mad, scientist that may be able to help us. His name is Professor E. Gadd. I’ve been told he works in a morally gray area, so he has no alignment with the Princess. With the right downpayment, he’ll be willing to take a look and possibly more.” Kamek rattled off the information quickly, not wanting to test his Majesty's patience any more than it had been since this whole thing started.

“Brilliant. Send him whatever he asked for, and prepare for a trip. We leave tomorrow.” Bowser replied shortly and Kamek nodded briskly before scrambling out of there.

Luigi sat on his bed, legs folded crisscross, staring blankly out the small opening that could almost be considered a window. Three days, he had counted the suns that passed at a torturous snail's pace by the “window”. The cell had a private toilet, a sink, and a cot with a single blanket and pillow. His stomach growled, but he ignored it; he was beginning to give up on being fed anytime soon. Maybe it was a tad overdramatic for only three days in, but it felt like an eternity with no company and nothing to do. And it wasn’t the first time he had felt hunger pains.

“Has the prisoner given you any issues?” Luigi heard a familiar voice ask someone in the distance.

“Other than complaining to be fed. No, Your Majesty.” The unfamiliar voice, probably a guard, reported back happily. Luigi scrunched his nose in disgust. Really this was just, savage.

“Have you- have you not been feeding him!?” The familiar voice growled this made Luigi perk up in interest. He walked over to the bars of the cell to listen more closely.

“N-no? I just thought-” The other one began to answer nervously, this only made the King angrier. “Well, you thought wrong! The human gets fed like all of my prisoners!” He interrupted with a snarl.

“Yes, King Bowser.” The guard squeaked. “Go. Get. Him. Food. Now!!” He barked impatiently.

“Yes, King Bowser!” The other babbled, footsteps rapidly receding as heavier ones fell coming closer to the human. The King ran his claws across the bars; clunk-screeeeech, clunk-screeeeech. Smoke rose from his nostrils as he addressed the prisoner.

“Here's the problem, Luigi: there's a human traveling with my soon-to-be-fiancée. Has a mustache, just like you. Do you know him...?” He implored in a sickly sweet tone, a shiver ran down Luigi’s spine.

“No! Do you think I know every human being with a mustache!?” Luigi protested trying to be brave, and keep his voice even.

“Ah, a tough one, I see. You WILL tell me what you know about this other human. Or I might have to resort to Unsavory Methods~ of making you talk.” The King tried again, a fireball forming in his mouth as shouted. “DO YOU KNOW HIM?!”

“STOP, STOP! I know him! Yes, I know him! Yeah, he's my brother, Mario.” The plumber cried, trembling all over.

“What are his intentions with the Princess!?” He prodded, the fireball now dissipated.

“I-I don’t kn-know, I s-sw-swear! We g-got se-separated! Mi dispiace. Per favore abbi pietà!” Luigi rattled, slipping into his native tongue unintentionally.

“What did you just say to me!”

“I’m sorry. Please have mercy, Bowser?” Luigi begged and then said the other's name in a questioning tone, the King looked shocked for a moment. “Th-that's your na-name, r-right? I heard that- guard? Say it.” He explained.

“The Troopa, and yes. King Bowser.” That Troopa’s sniveling was quite loud, Bowser shook his head and there was a long pause as he furiously thought to himself. “I’ve found nothing helpful in my research. To help with….” The King spoke more to himself than his company but trailed off nonetheless.

“What is this?” Luigi inquired, rolling up his sleeve to flash the mark. He had noticed it after he was unceremoniously thrown in here.

“Do you really not know or are you testing me!?” Bowser snapped impatiently, looking away in disgust. “Why would I lie about that? My brother and I are not from here.” Luigi reminded the other and the King scoffed.

“If you do not know what it is, then it is not of your concern human. Keep it covered. We are going on a little trip. After you’ve been fed and showered.” Bowser explained dismissively and the Troopa returned shortly with Luigi’s food; way more than Luigi could hope to eat. The cuisine was unfamiliar, but mouth-wateringly delicious all the same.

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“Wowie!” The plumber exclaimed out loud as he was led aboard a floating ship. His eyes grew wide with wonder, “How is that possible?” He looked to Bowser, who was the one leading him. Luigi was now, thankfully, clad in a fresh pair of clothes and freshly showered.

“It’s mainly magic, propeller, and burner-driven,” The King huffed uninterested, bringing Luigi into the ship's prison, any amazement the human felt left him. He wouldn’t be able to enjoy any scenery from here, although this was the least of his issues, fresh air would have been welcome. Once locked in, Bowser left Luigi to his own devices without a second thought.

The plumber couldn’t help but cry, he missed his home so much; he wondered if he would ever see his family again. He would give anything just to be with Mario, even if they were stuck in this upside-down world. Truthfully, he didn’t think that this King, Bowser, was going to kill him. He had made sure Luigi’s basic needs were taken care of, he hadn’t hurt him. Although he could have certainly treated him better, he wasn’t sure what he did wrong for Bowser to be so upset with him, or if the King was like this with everyone. Luigi thought that maybe it was a bit of both, and maybe some other third thing.

Now that Bowser had deposited the prisoner he made his rounds on the ship instructing the crew which direction to head. He had his reservations with this supposed genius for many reasons, it was promising to know he had no ties with the Princess. However, that did beg the question, who did he have ties to? Or was he more of the “highest bidder” type, where Bowser would have to later worry about a loose end? The King found Kamek for some reassurance.

“Are you sure about this guy Kamek?” Bowser checked, overlooking the land below from the bow as the ship gently ascended.

“I think he’s really our only hope. He said to be a very brilliant mind, sire.” Kamek tried to assure but his words were more of a reminder of the situation than anything. The King huffed, smoke billowing from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

“Very well then.” He shook his head torn between watching the world grow smaller beneath him and wanting to be alone in his room.

“Your Horribleness, if I may?” Kamek wrang his hands together anxiously, he always did this when he had an idea he knew Bowser wouldn't be particularly fond of.

“I’m listening.” Bowser gruffed, beginning to feel the seeds of a headache plant their way into his brain.

“The prisoner is a human, like the Princess. Maybe he can give you some advice-” Kamek started and Bowser glared angrily at his advisor. “N-NOT THAT YOU NEED IT!” Kamek quickly added and then took a deep breath before pressing on.

“It’s just that they’re both human. He’ll know what humans like?” Kamek explained. He was certainly far from an expert on these things, and this seemed like the best course of action.

“You have a point….” Bowser regrettably admitted with another puff of frustration and then turned to do just that. The human was curled in on himself on the cot, Bowser never really considered how boring it was to be a prisoner. Hours on end, with nothing to do. He shook his head, what did he care? Soon enough he’d be rid of this whole ordeal, until then he could prove useful.

“You’re a human, like the Princess. What do humans like?” The King inquired, and the human sat up aimlessly. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and his nose red.

“W-what? Isn’t she, your soon-to-be-fiancée? Don’t you know?” The human answered surprisingly snippily given the circumstances. Bowser almost admired this guy's gall, did he have any idea who he was? Clearly not.

“ANSWER THE QUESTION HUMAN!!” Bowser barked, the prisoner might not know who the King was, yet, but he’d learn to fear him as all had.

“D-different th-things! W-we like di-different things!” He squeaked and the Koopa almost smirked feeling triumphant that he scared the human; but more so annoyed. Bowser came here with a purpose dammit.

“That’s incredibly unhelpful.” Bowser pointed out and the human sat up with more purpose meeting his energy.

“Well you’re being incredibly mean and for no reason! What did I even do!?” Luigi challenged, and Bowser stole his face from the surprise he felt.

“Grah!!” Bowser yelled, aggravated, and stormed out, Kamek was waiting for him with an eager look.

“How did it go, Your Majesty?” The MagiKoopa babbled hopefully, and Bowser growled.

“He’s not cooperating. He said I was “mean”. Ha! I’m the fearsome King of the Koopa’s! “Mean” is only a fraction of my terror!” He was a beast, a monster, evil. Why didn’t the human call it how it was?

“You are downright diabolical sire. But maybe you’d get further if you at least pretended to be nice?” Kamek tried, but Bowser was fed up with the human for the day. He wasn’t sure what he’d do now, but talking to the prisoner was not it.

“No further council is needed at this time. I require to be left alone until further notice.” The King huffed, deciding that being alone in his room was sufficient for now.

A prison of his own making, in a manner of speaking.

“Yes, of course, Your Majesty,” Kamek called after him as he walked away. He could tell that the King’s mind was plagued by these recent events. Not that he could blame him. All he wanted was Bowser to be happy, but things with the soulmate mark seemed hopeless. E. Gadd wasn’t a guarantee, more of a gamble. If this didn’t work out then Kamek wasn’t sure what it would mean for the Koopa Kingdom, nor Bowser.

The morning sun rose on the horizon just as beautifully as it had set. The wind whipped through Bowser’s hair and after checking in with the crew he had nothing to do. Everything was smooth sailing, and he couldn’t help but feel the melancholy set in on a surface level and begin to seep in further.

It was just because he wasn’t home, at the castle he could keep his mind and body busy, but here on the airship, there was nothing to do. The crew didn’t really give the best company and neither did Kamek. Dinner inched by and Bowser volunteered to bring it to the human to interrogate him again.

“Let’s try again. What do humans like?” Bowser questioned getting straight to the point, the human rolled his eyes.

“I already told you. Different things.” He repeated not moving from his spot.

“Why are you being so difficult?” The King wanted to pull out his hair and scream.

“Not every human is the same. You can’t expect me to know what a Princess likes, I don’t even know her!” Luigi argued. He had to be losing his mind to press the draconic, impatient, hothead like this. Perhaps he was, it only had been, maybe five days, as a prisoner, but it was driving him mad. Luigi had never been so still in his life, the only thing he could do to pass the time was count the random objects he could see, and exercise.

One of the Koopa Troopa’s had talked to him briefly enough to inform him of their species name. That was it for socialization, aside from Bowser who only “visited” sporadically, and for his own personal gain. Bowser growled smoke leaving his mouth reminding Luigi that the King could be dangerous.

“I can’t help you even if I wanted to. Which I don’t! I’m your prisoner! You haven’t even apologized to me once! Or told me what’s going on.” The plumber protested in spite of his previous thoughts about the threat level that Bowser held.

“Bahahaha!” Bowser guffawed, “Apologize? Me! To you!? That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard you say so far.” He spat with a sick snarl, he took a deep breath as he finished his chuckle.

“Didn’t your parents teach you manners?” Luigi snapped and his hands flew over his mouth in shock, as he realized too late what had slipped from his lips. He backed himself into a corner, not remembering when he had stood up.

“YOU BETTER SHUT UP ABOUT MY PARENTS! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT THEM! AND YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT ME!” Bowser roared, a fireball forming in his throat as he saw red. This human had pushed the wrong fucking button.

"Y-y-your ri-right. I-I’m so s-sorry. P-please….” Luigi begged, shaking in fear. Bowser snarled, snapping his jaw angrily.

“PLEASE WHAT!? Please “don’t kill me” fucking-”

“N-no. Please f-forgive m-me. Y-you’re right. Th-that was c-completely out of line.” That made Bowser’s whole stance go slack. He…. Wanted forgiveness? He admitted he was wrong, and wasn’t intending to beg for his life? Who exactly was this guy?

“I’m done here for the night,” Bowser announced dismissively and stormed out before either could do or say anything they’d regret.

Once Bowser had left all Luigi could feel was rage and regret. Regret from his choice of words, but the rage was… new. Of course he was frustrated, maybe even angry with himself, for the slip up, but this was different. It was a phantom rage, in his gut, that felt very much foreign to him.

Bowser’s mind reeled as he entered his bedroom. Was the human not scared for his life? Of the monster that held him captive and threatened him? Was he playing some game with Bowser by asking for his forgiveness; it seemed genuine. But, why? Bowser had literally just told him that he’d do no such thing. Yet, the prisoner did so, although Bowser had done nothing but be horrible to him.

“Arrgh!” Bowser shouted, running his hands down his face in frustration, he wondered if all humans were as puzzling as this one seemed to be.

Bowser couldn’t seem to keep to himself the next day for quite as long, by lunch he found himself taking the human his food. Bowser walked down to the cells and heard the tell-tale sign of the human sobbing loudly. His breaths were labored, and his voice muffled against what was probably the pillow. Luigi was curled in on himself, face buried in the pillow as Bowser had suspected. Bowser felt an empty hollow feeling in his chest like a ghost of grief or sadness had touched him.

“Why are you crying?” Bowser inquired in a tough voice, not trying to hide his annoyance. Luigi snapped to attention and violently wiped his face trying to make himself stop.

“Wh-what?” He sniffled, bright blue eyes looking lost.

“Why are you crying?” Bowser repeated, and Luigi’s expression went from sorrow to aggravation.

“Why do you think!? I’m a prisoner, in a land I’ve never seen! Far away from my brother! We’ve never been apart for this long. And I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again. And I suddenly feel so angry all the time!” The plumber listed, truthfully the anger was at the bottom of his issues but, the words poured from his mouth like vomit.

“You feel angry all the time, suddenly?” Bowser reiterated, the fingers of his right hand twitching into a fist unknowingly.

“Yes, it’s so intense, but not? Like an out-of-body experience. And it feels different.” Luigi wasn’t really sure why he was disclosing this to the King, it wasn’t like he cared.

“What do you mean it feels different?” Bowser inquired, probably thinking the man was insane, but Bowser had a feeling he knew what this was.

“Normally, when I’m angry, I feel it in my head. But this anger is in my gut, in my heart. It almost burns, like a fire?” Well if Bowser didn’t think he was crazy before, he certainly would now.

“I don’t know how to help that.” The King whispered, thinking to himself that was the feeling he got when he was angry enough to breathe fire, like yesterday.

“I just need water,” Luigi claimed, and the other left without a word. The human groaned with frustration. He wasn’t sure if Bowser was trying to pull some psychological tactic on his already weakened mental state or not. But all this coming and going as he pleased, to interrogate him, was just getting old.

“Here.” Bowser’s voice brought the plumber back from the depths, he held a glass of water through the bars and Luigi shakily got up and took it.

“Th-thank you.” The human said a little lost and gratefully chugged the water down.

“What do you normally do when you’re angry?” Bowser asked after Luigi’s thirst seemed quenched enough. The human blinked at him confused, trying to ascertain if he really wanted the answer or why he was asking.

“Most of the time? I just try to breathe.” Luigi decided to answer the question seriously, glad they weren’t discussing the Princess for once.

“That doesn’t even make sense.” The King huffed impatiently and Luigi rolled his eyes.

“No. Listen. Close your eyes-”

“I am NOT! Closing my eyes. You might get out and-” Bowser interrupted and began to argue.

“And what? Where would I go!? We. Are. On. An. Airship.” Luigi reminded the other, emphasizing each word. “Even if I somehow managed to get out, and slip past you. I would still have to escape Kamek, your crew, and then be stuck hundreds, if not, thousands of feet in the air!” He pointed out and Bowser thought to himself that it was a valid point.

“Fine. You first.” Bowser huffed rather than voicing his thoughts. Luigi shrugged and seemed unbothered. He sat on the cot cross-legged, resting his hands in his lap, and closed his eyes.

Bowser followed suit, not shutting his eyes quite yet. He took in Luigi’s features instead. The human certainly didn’t seem like he had anything up his sleeve and was trying to be relatively helpful.

“I breathe, focusing on my lungs, on the feeling in my body. When I inhale I feel my lungs as they expand in my chest. Then, when I exhale, I feel them fall.” The plumber explained with a calm voice, Bowser’s eyes slipped shut as he copied Luigi’s instructions.

They sat in relative silence as they both felt their lungs fill and fall gently in succession. Bowser’s anger from yesterday was now suppressed, or more correctly, subdued, controlled. He felt…. Better, and with the rage cleared, so too was his sadness.

“Much better,” Luigi spoke his thoughts aloud, he was still upset but he no longer felt the need to break down about it. Bowser’s eyes snapped open and looked accusingly at Luigi. The human held in a giggle, tilted his head, and just gave him a wide-toothed, genuine, grin.

“Excuse me, I have to check on the crew.” Bowser lied and left for his quarters. That actually worked, Bowser was stunned and completely lost for words.

Unknown to both parties, the soulmate mark bloomed and grew a little bit due to that dorky smile that had not in any way affected Bowser. Nope, not even a little. It wasn’t cute and it certainly didn’t make the fearsome King of the Koopa’s heart stutter.

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“King Bowser, we make landfall today.” A Troopa informed Bowser shortly after breakfast. “We should arrive after lunch.” The King dismissed him and found Kamek to inform him. “Kamek, we will be there after lunch. I expect you to be present.” Bowser ordered feeling out of sorts after yesterday’s interaction with the human.

“Understood, your Evilness. How goes things with the prisoner?” The older Koopa inquired, Bowser had been keeping to himself for the most part. Not that it was unlike him, but Kamek could tell that something was certainly off. A few days ago he, and the rest of the crew, had heard the King lose his temper on the human. Kamek wondered what had happened, but didn’t want to press for details.

“Currently? They’re going nowhere. I can’t wait to talk to this Professor and hopefully be rid of this entire experience.” Bowser explained with very little feeling, but both Koopas chalked it up to a long week, and maybe a lack of caffeine.

“We will be at our destination soon.” Bowser informed the human passing him an early lunch. “When we get there you will cooperate for our best interests. Understood?” He ordered and the human took the plate and shrugged.

“I guess.” The prisoner agreed dejectedly, and ate his food. Bowser opened the cell and cuffed him without an issue or fight. He was probably more done with this whole ordeal than Bowser was. Although Bowser would never admit that. He brought Luigi to the deck and the human closed his eyes to the bright sun, trying to adjust.

The plumber took a deep breath of fresh air, and let himself feel the wind for the first time in too long. He didn’t know where they were going, what they were doing, or anything else. But he was just glad to be out of that cell, even if for only a moment. He caught Bowser staring at him, the King was on edge, and even though Kamek was right there. Bowser seemed to believe that he would foolishly jump ship any moment.

The airship pulled up to an unimpressive building and Bowser led them to the structure, Kamek knocked on the door. An older, balding human man with thick spectacles and a lab coat answered the door. He introduced himself as Professor E. Gadd, and invited them in.

“Ah yes! Welcome, welcome.” The Professor greeted the group warmly. Luigi couldn’t help but feel a tad hopeful that there was another human in this upside down world. Hope, that was immediately squashed as he only addressed Bowser. He looked around, it was definitely a lab of sorts, with monitors, beakers, and equipment like it was out of a Sci-Fi movie.

“I do admit, King Bowser, that when I first received word that you would be here, requesting my services, I was intrigued. When I learned of the nature of the topic, I was ecstatic to get my hands on it. Let me take a look at it.” E. Gadd requested, clearly excited and wanting to get straight to work.

“Human. Roll up your sleeves.” Bowser ordered, and the plumber finally put some of the pieces together. They were here because of that strange tattoo-like mark that Luigi gained after being in Bowser’s presence. Clearly, whatever it was, was important or bothersome enough for the King to go out of his way to address it. Luigi rolled up his right sleeve without protest, and wordlessly noticed it had grown. The Professor looked it over and rubbed his hands together in enthusiasm.

“Sit down. We can get started right away.” E. Gadd explained pressing Luigi into a chair. The human gulped and his eyes grew wide as the professor began to strap him in quickly.

Luigi’s anxiety spiked, and his eyes grew wide, was he wrong this whole time about Bowser not wanting to hurt him? Had he just been waiting, holding back for whatever this was? Fuck, fuck, fuck! He thought with fever, tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

Bowser shifted his stance, feeling an uncomfortable and foreign sensation of dread wash over him as E. Gadd washed Luigi’s arm and prepped his station. The feeling was like Luigi had explained previously, similar to an out-of-body experience.

“Now, I do believe I have made the perfect concoction for this. I’ve done a lot of research on the subject and testing. Now mind you, this is my first case outside my lab rats and creatures but…. I’m fairly confident the results will be the same.” E. Gadd explained waving his arms around gesturing animatedly.

“And this will take care of the problem?” Bowser assured, feeling more skeptical than before, and his chest tighter. “There’s no guarantee. But I am your best and only hope.” The Professor cackled, fixing his glasses on his face.

“What’s the procedure?” The plumber asked, desperately hoping the Professor would at the very least grant him this answer. He was trying, with much difficulty, to ward off a panic attack as the Professor plucked a needle off his table. It’s just a shot, It’s just a shot, It’s just a shot, It’s just a shot. He repeated the mantra in his head, focusing on his breath in between the phrases.

“Simple, I inject this serum into you.” Professor E. Gadd informed plainly, waving said needle around for emphasis. Luigi took a sigh of relief; It’s just a shot, It’s just a shot…. The professor then turned to King Bowser and addressed him, “I will warn you, this may hurt you.”

“Me? Me!?” Bowser clarified as that sinking feeling grew harder to ignore.

“Yes, you. You see the procedure for him will be extremely excruciating. You will feel sympathy pains until the procedure is complete.” The Professor explained dismissively as if this was a trivial issue.

Luigi could’t breath, his vision was going distant, and he clenched his fists looking at Bowser with faraway eyes. This sounded worse than death, I don’t want this, I never asked for this. Mario, anybody, please. Please save me. The plumber’s thoughts all ran together, both piercingly loud and vicious whispers. Internally freaking out as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“No.” Bowser's voice was dangerously low, his stance shifted defensively as he looked the Professor dead on in a challenge.

“What?” E. Gadd voiced Luigi’s thoughts out loud. The Professor seemed unaffected by the King’s sudden mood change. Luigi gasped for air, desperately attempting to quell the storm that had pulled him under.

“NO! Don’t! Touch! Him! Kamek!” Bowser roared and jerked his head towards Kamek in a signal. Kamek understood immediately and magically undid the straps tying Luigi down and levitated him out, placing him bridal style in Bowser’s arms. He was in no position to walk. E. Gadd laughed maniacally.

“Did you seriously think that this would be painless? We are talking about his soul here! Anything you stumble across that will help you, will have the same results. My way is just the cleanest.” The Professor crowed, and Bowser held the human a little tighter to his chest.

“I do not plan on paying you the other half old man! You’re insane!” The King retorted viciously, this only made the Professor cackle more wickedly.

“That’s okay. However, I'd be careful if I were you, it seems a connection has been made.” Luigi grabbed a fistfull of Bowser’s shirt to anchor himself as he continued to ground himself. Bowser looked into those large crystal blue eyes for a moment. The human was still lost in agony, but seemed to be composing himself now that he was safe away from that madman.

“Once the mark reaches the heart, you’ll be bound forever!” Professor E. Gadd added as Bowser stormed out of the lab and towards the ship carrying Luigi protectively the whole way.

Kamek’s mind was reeling the whole time on the series of events that had just unfolded. He had never seen Bowser act like this before, openly caring. Well, to be fair, that wasn’t entirely true. Bowser was very caring, with a select few people, privately. But those people he…. Loved. Kamek was sure that Bowser didn’t feel that way about Luigi, yet. But he could, he already cared enough about him to halt the process that he so desperately wanted. Cared enough about the human to hold him close, literally, and protect him with such ferocity.

That was the King that Kamek wanted to see, and all Kamek wanted for Bowser was to be happy. He had said it once, he’d say it again a thousand times if need be. And it seemed that, in a twist of events that no one could logically explain, Luigi perhaps made him happy. And that was enough for Kamek. He vowed to himself right then and there, in the safety of his mind, that he was going to help in whatever way he could. That he would fully support them, even if it just ended with Bowser finally having someone he could call a friend.

“Get us out of here!” Bowser ordered angrily to the crew the moment his feet fell on the airship. He was cursing and swearing up a storm as the Troopas worked quickly to follow orders, not one of them dared to question why the King was holding the prisoner so dear.

“Luigi, can you stand?” Bowser asked in a whisper to the human who was basically nuzzled into his chest, the King's cheeks tinged ever-so pink.

Luigi nodded, not quite trusting his voice as the Koopa placed him down. Unknown to both men, the mark flourished as they stood on the deck of the ship in relative privacy.

“King Bowser. W-what is this mark?” The plumber inquired hoping that the King was finally ready to talk, he looked defeated and exhausted but not physically so. “It’s a soulmate mark.” The King confessed running his fingers through his fiery-red mane.

“A soul mate mark? That’s not a real thing?” The human pointed out, unsure of his own words. “Maybe not where you’re from. But I assure you, here, it very much is.” Bowser explained and Luigi couldn’t help but wonder how that worked, he wasn’t even from here.

“How does that even work?” The man asked out loud to the Koopa. They were on the bow of the ship, and Luigi was thankful to be free of that damned cell; even if it was only temporary. “I don’t know the specifics. It is not exactly a science, it’s tied into the magic of this land. The soulmates are marked after skin-to-skin contact.” The King admitted and Luigi vaguely remembered what that Professor said as they left his lab.

“And what about what E. Gadd said, about being bound?” Luigi wanted to leave the “forever” part of that statement out of his sentence. “Once the connection is made, the mark will start to grow depending on the bond they share.” Bowser’s gaze was on the land, the horizon. Anywhere, and everywhere except on Luigi. He couldn't make himself look at the human during the whole conversation.

“A-and the sympathy pains?” Luigi had a feeling he knew the answer to this one, but he wanted to be absolutely certain rather than assume. “Soulmates experience an echo of their partner's feelings. The good and the bad.” The Koopa sighed and the plumber thought to himself; That’s why I feel so angry all the time.

“Do people always end up with their soulmate?” The human asked for multiple reasons, but the main one was because he realized what this meant for the King. Bowser obviously had feelings for this Princess, his “soon-to-be-fiancée”. If Luigi was his soulmate, then any hopes of the two of them being together could be squashed. That’s why Bowser had first claimed to Luigi that he had “ruined everything”.

“It’s a preference thing. Some people fall in love and get married and live their lives happily not wanting to wait to find their soulmate, this world is so large after all. Other’s wait until they meet their soulmate. It gets messy when a couple that are not soulmates, find their soulmate. More than half the time they end up with their soulmate regardless of the previous relationship. It’s rare for someone to still choose somebody else once they find their soulmate.” Bowser explained, and Luigi was both enthralled and having a hard time with coming to grasp with his new reality. His soul was bound with the King of the Koopa’s; someone he hardly knew, someone from a different world, and someone who was keeping him prisoner.

“Is there anything that breaks the bond?” Luigi implored, once again feeling like he knew the answer.

“Death. Death is the only thing known to break the binding of two souls.” Bowser stated matter-of-factly, and then whispered into the wind just loud enough for Luigi to hear. “I don’t want that kind of blood on my hands.”

“I’ll help you.” Luigi sighed defeated, Bowser finally looked at the human. “What?” The King breathed, confused for several reasons. Did he not just hear him, this was hopeless?

“I’ll help you with the Princess.” The plumber repeated, not looking away from Bowser. “Did you not just hear that whole spiel!? We are bound! As soulmates! That won’t work.” Bowser reiterated, because it seemed as if the human clearly didn’t understand the gravity of the situation, nor the hopelessness of it.

“I heard you. You said that it’s rare for someone to still choose somebody else once they find their soulmate. Rare, but not impossible. If- if the Princess knew that your soulmate wasn’t “your match” and you wooed her enough. If- you told her you chose her, rather than your soulmate, maybe she wouldn’t care about the mark.” Luigi explained with more optimism than either man felt.

“Seems highly unlikely.” The King pointed out realistically and not wanting to get his hopes up. There was too much on the line.

“Maybe,” The plumber drew, “You just need to start by trying to convince her that you’re good.” He suggested with a smirk and the Koopa scoffed.

“I’m the baddest in the Badlands!” Bowser claimed with all of his bravado. This only made the human’s smile grow more.

“Oh yeah? Then let’s turn around and go back to that mad scientist, he’ll fix this right away.” Luigi wagered feeling emboldened, the King sputtered.

“No! Are you insane!? You’re going to let him fuck with your soul!?” Bowser crowed, and Luigi gave him a knowing, smug look.

“"Baddest in the Badlands", huh? Yet, you care about your prisoners, and whether or not they eat, myself included. You care about my life, not wanting blood on your hands. And you care about my soul. Even though you so badly wanted the mark taken care of.” The human listed on his fingers, and Bowser couldn’t look away if he wanted to.

“Wh- You! How dare-?! This is hearsay!!” The King exclaimed, still floundering and his face flushed an interesting shade of red. Luigi, in the safety of his head, found the look charming.

“The fact of the matter is that you care more about a stranger that you’ve known for maybe a week than most people do in my world. And that means you have a chance with the Princess.” The plumber pointed out leaning coolly against the railing of the bow, his gaze never breaking from Bowser’s.

Bowser just looked at him for a long time, blinking dumbly. The King had never felt so assaulted, ran right through with words alone. A tiny voice in the far reaches of his mind whispered, holy shit he sees right through me.

“I’m done with this conversation.” Bowser snapped and led Luigi to the cell, locking him in for the night. The King hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. However, the human’s smile never left his lips.

“Good night!” Luigi called sweetly as Bowser retreated, grumbling and blushing as he did.

“Is Luigi secure, sire?” Kamek inquired when the King had found him waiting patiently on deck for him. Bowser’s mind seemed to be distracted elsewhere in his thoughts. “Yes.” The King responded gruffly, Kamek thought that he saw Bowser’s cheeks dusted with a light blush.

“What now sire?” The MagiKoopa wondered, deciding that it was best to not question Bowser on any other matter. “I- I don’t know.” Bowser admitted for the first time in a while. “I require your council….” He finished, not making eye contact with the advisor.

“I recommend taking him back to the castle. Getting one of your smaller airships, and setting up a diplomatic meeting with the Princess to return Luigi. Him being unharmed may win you her favor, as well as allowing Luigi a little more freedom on the ship.” As much as Kamek would never admit outloud, he often thought himself as Bowser’s guardian as much as his advisor.

However, if Kamek learned anything raising the young King, it was that Bowser was as hard headed as he was hotheaded. Once he got his mind set on something he usually had to work his own way out if it to move on. That meant that the MagiKoopa, sometimes, had to underhandedly help Bowser with anything. Including making a certain human, named Luigi, a friend.

“And who would watch him?” Bowser narrowed his eyes and Kamek’s face didn’t move as he responded.

“I’d be more than happy to keep an eye on him.”

“Very well. Can you have the Troopas set our course for the castle? Until further notice, we will go with your plan.” The King responded and began to walk away. “I also recommend continuing to chat with Luigi. He could prove to be a powerful ally in this.” The older Koopa added.

“That'll be all. Thank you Kamek. I think I’ll retire to my quarters for the night.” Bowser waved farewell. “Good night sire.” Kamek waved a little, dumbfounded as he thought to himself, Bowser almost never says thank you. Maybe Luigi is good for him.

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Luigi slept surprisingly well that night all things considered; he was probably all worn out from yesterday’s events. Either that or he was getting used to the sleeping arrangements. Kamek was the one to bring him breakfast this time, which was a first. He opened the door, rather than slid the plate through the opening; and he smiled.

“How would you like to have breakfast on deck?” The Koopa wizard inquired kindly, and Luigi blinked several times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“What about Bowser?” The human asked still in a daze, looking around the corner as if waiting for something to jump out. “As long as I keep an eye on you, King Bowser is okay with you freely roaming the ship.” The Magikoopa informed smoothly.

“Wha-what? Really!?”

“Just please don’t make my job hard.” Kamek meant that in literally every sense of the word. Both his job as Luigi's “guard”, and his personal mission to help Bowser with Luigi.

Whether the human realized it or not, Kamek had gone out on a limb for him purely for His Majesty’s best interest. Kamek would hate to be wrong and it would bite everyone in the face. But he wouldn’t tell Luigi any of that, he wanted the human to believe that it was Bowser’s idea to allow him to roam the ship. Bowser would have done it anyway, Kamek was just expediting the process.

Luigi had thoroughly enjoyed every hour of the morning outside the cell of the ship. Kamek had started with a leisurely stroll and explained where Luigi wasn’t allowed under any circumstance and the places he recommended the human stay clear of. The plumber then enjoyed himself just by laying out in the sun, after Kamek magicked him some sunscreen. As lunch closed in Kamek had to put Luigi in his cell to attend to some duties, and promised to return shortly. Luigi was more than okay with this.

“Lunch?” Bower slid into the area and Luigi thanked him as he gratefully took his food. After he had his fair share of bites in, the human turned to the Koopa.

“If I’m going to help you, I need to know more honest information.” The human pointed out and the Koopa growled. “Like what?” The King snapped.

“What is your real relationship with this Princess?” Luigi questioned and Bowser rolled his eyes before replying. “Nothing. None existent.”

“Alright. Does she know you like her?” The plumber tried and the King's face was sour. “Doubtful. Our Kingdoms have been sworn enemies for years.”

“Mamma Mia.” Luigi breathed running his hand down his face.

“If you’re just going to be all judgmental then I’ll leave you to rot and figure it out myself!” Bowser spat bitterly, this was all his stupid idea in the first place.

“I’m not. It just makes things more complicated.” Luigi soothed and Bowser thought viciously; No shit! But kept it to himself and huffed instead, smoke pluming from his nostrils.

“It'll be okie-dokie. We can figure it out. Maybe a peace treaty?” The human offered and the King looked at him like he suddenly grew three heads.

“What? No!”

“You said that you like this Princess, right!?” Luigi argued and the other stood up. “I don’t “like” her! I love Princess Peach!!” Bowser battled and the plumber stood his ground.

“Well, then, if you love her, you’ll stop throwing a temper tantrum for a moment, and hear me out! A peace treaty is a good idea!” Luigi pointed out.

“Next question, human!” Bowser barked.

“Fine! What do you love about her?” Surly, surely even Bowser couldn’t mess this up.

“Her beauty! Her Kingdom! She’d make an excellent queen!” The King noted wistfully and Luigi stared at him for a long moment, waiting for more; it never came.

“….. Is- is that it?” The human checked, and the previous thought of, “Not even Bowser could mess this up” disappeared without a trace.

“What else is there?” The Koopa asked honestly and without a trace of irony. Luigi wanted to cry or scream.

“Dio aiutami. sarà più difficile di quanto pensassi. [God help me. This is going to be harder than I thought.]” He groaned and Bowser’s temper flared.

“WHAT WAS THAT!?” He hollered and the human sighed deeply. This can still work, this can still work; he assured himself before responding to Bowser.

“There is so much more than that! Like her character traits! Is she gentle, kind, brave? How does she make you feel? Hell, I would take “she has a nice laugh or smile”!” The human ranted a tad more hysterically than he intended.

“How am I supposed to know any of those things? We haven’t even been in the same room together, yet.” The King reminded him in annoyance; and the plumber realized he had a point there.

“You ask her. Ya know, with small talk.” Luigi offered gently. “I don’t do small talk.” Bowser scoffed and Luigi shook his head.

“Well then, I guess that should be the first thing we practice, hm?” The human recommended and the King grumbled unhelpfully, so he pressed forward.

“A good place to start is asking about her; her likes and interests. For example, King Bowser, what’s your favorite color?” The plumber started, ignoring as the Koopa rolled his eyes.

“Red and black.” The King responded with rather than voicing his thoughts on how dumb this was. “Mine’s green,” Luigi informed him.

“Now what?” Bowser looked at the human impatiently and he just took it with grace.

“Then you ask another question. Maybe one with more depth? One that you can follow up with, “Why?” or something similar.” Luigi carried on and Bowser got an idea.

“Like; what’s your favorite animal?” The King tried and the human lit up.

“Yes, exactly! Mine are wolves.” The plumber responded animatedly. “Why?” The Koopa wondered and Luigi’s smile only grew.

“Good job! And because at first, wolves might seem scary, but they are more complex than that. They are protective, caring, and family-orientated. What about you?” Luigi raved. Bowser felt his tail twitch happily at Luigi’s praise.

“Yoshi. They are cute and useful.” Luigi was beginning to notice a pattern with Bowser. The King found things appealing on a surface-level, he was mainly interested in them because he found them useful and attractive.

“Other good topics are things like, “Where did you grow up”, or “Where are you from”, for example.” The plumber advised.

“But I know that. She’s born and raised in the Mushroom Kingdom, just as I was in the Koopa Kingdom.” The King pointed out and the other looked thoughtful for a moment, that was a good point.

“Then ask her what it was like growing up in the Mushroom Kingdom, or what she likes about her Kingdom.” Luigi wondered what a place named “the Mushroom Kingdom” would be like if Bowser’s Kingdom was anything to go by. The “Koopa Kingdom” seemed a little on the nose, if the “Mushroom Kingdom” was the same then Luigi had to giggle to himself; Mario hated mushrooms. And if Bowser was the King of the Koopa’s then was this Princess Peach, the Princess of Mushrooms?

“Where are you from?” Bowser asked, snapping Luigi’s attention back to the present conversation.

“In the human world, it’s called Brooklyn, New York. It’s nothing like this place.” The plumber explained dully. Even though he missed his freedom and family, he didn’t miss everything about Brooklyn. Which probably said something about his distaste for it, all things considered.

“Did you like it there?” The King asked, probably catching on to Luigi’s attitude. “I really only miss my family.” The plumber said honestly, once again thinking to himself how bad that probably sounded.

“You didn’t like anything else about it?” The Koopa reiterated, clearly either confused about Luigi’s lack of love for New York or genuinely curious. Either way, no one had ever bothered to ask the human his thoughts on the matter. As a direct descendent of immigrants, everyone automatically assumed that they loved New York. But there were some ghosts that just followed you no matter where you lived.

“No. Our world is not a great place for Mario and I. So even though my parents and family are a tad harsh. I still looked forward to seeing them after a long day because they are what made it worthwhile. That’s why I miss Mario so much, we were each other’s safe place.” Luigi explained and Bowser felt a twinge of that homesick heartache echo through him.

“Why did you decide to help me?” The King inquired and Luigi decided to answer the question with his own.

“Why did you stop that mad scientist and save my soul?” This question had been on the plumber’s mind non-stop, he was burning to know.

“Because I may be a lot of things, but a monster is not one of them.” The King whispered, almost as if he feared for others to hear this admission, or if he wasn’t sure he believed it himself.

“Then why all the theatrics? Why the “Baddest in the Badlands” bullshit?” The plumber pressed and the Koopa got up to leave.

“I’m going to go check on the crew.” He excused himself.

“No wait, you don’t have to answer, not yet anyway.” Luigi pressed himself against the bars and Bowser found his way back into a seat, seeming slightly uncomfortable.

“I like talking to you, the company is nice.” The human accidentally slipped and the Koopa looked disbelievingly at him.

“You’re only saying that because you're currently locked in here.” The King pointed out not wanting to admit that he returned the sentiment.

“No, I’m not. You’re a lot different than my first initial impression.” The plumber disclosed and the Koopa’s face turned sour.

“What? A monster?” Bowser spat ready to leave again.

“No, of course not.” Luigi waved it off genuinely and continued. “Scary maybe, but like you said earlier. You’re not a monster.” The way the human had said it, so earnestly, parroting the King's words. Not only did Luigi listen to Bowser’s every word, but he believed it; and that was enough for Bowser to be a bit more convinced of the fact himself.

Bowser decided to allow Luigi to stretch his legs on deck; it appeared quite some time had passed since lunch. The conversation with the human helped the time fly, the King summoned Kamek and requested for him to make his rounds on the ship in his place. The older Koopa easily agreed. In the meantime, Luigi and Bowser just stood at the bow of the boat in comfortable silence as the sunset. None the wiser as their marks grew ever so slightly. Once the final light receded the King grabbed the other some dinner and locked him in for the night.

“Your Horribleness! The crew’s on course, and there have been no issues. We should arrive back in the Koopa Kingdom right on schedule.” Kamek announced excitedly as soon as Bowser came back from the ship’s prison. The MagiKoopa wasn’t sure how but it seemed like his plan was working better than expected. Having Bowser take Luigi, his lunch, turned into them spending the rest of the day together.

“Kamek. I require a word with you. In private.” Bowser spoke quietly, he didn’t seem upset, just distracted.

“Of course, sire.” Both Koopa’s entered the King’s quarters and Bowser immediately began pacing and taking deep breaths as if he was battling something terrible.

“Sire?” Kamek called, if wasn’t concerned before he certainly was now. Had something happened between him and the human? Good or bad could warrant this reaction. Or was it something else entirely? The mage could count on one hand how many times he saw the King behave this way.

“Just- give me a second, please.” Bowser couldn’t say it yet, he couldn’t put it into words. The voices in his head were racing, and he cycled through feelings viciously. Anger, shame, wounded pride, and maybe the most dangerous and worst of all, hope. The King practiced the breathing exercise Luigi taught him and found that once again it seemed to help. Gratefully, Kamek waited quietly concerned as he patiently waited for Bowser to work through this.

“This is going to sound insane. And I don’t even know if I should be suggesting this.” Bowser began, spitting the words out as if they physically hurt him to contain, and took another breath.

“I want a simple, “yes or no” answer for now. Then I’ll reflect on that, but if you so much as breathe a word of this, outside of this room, there will be dire consequences, regardless of your position. Do you understand?” The King finished ferociously and Kamek thought that maybe the younger Koopa was more worried that the words would harm him once they were out and spoken into existence.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” The MagiKoopa couldn’t help but let his nerves seep into his voice, he couldn’t hide that the other’s statement upset him. Along with being morbidly curious Kamek thought to himself; How dare this boy? I raised him.

“Do you think that a peace treaty between the Mushroom Kingdom and ours is a “good idea”?” Bowser annunciated every word very slowly like he wasn’t even sure it was himself saying those words. Kamek did his best to hide his absolute shock. He would have never, in a hundred years, guessed that those would have been the next words that the King would have said.

“Yes.” The MagiKoopa responded, clamping his mouth shut from saying more. Bowser exhaled like had been holding his breath for ages, like an enormous weight had been lifted from his chest.

“That'll be all. I require to be left alone for the night unless something urgent happens.” The King requested tiredly and Kamek nodded briskly.

“Of course your Terribleness.”

“Oh, and Kamek. Just use the normal honorary titles from now on, please.” Bowser pleaded and Kamek thought that he might need to sit down after this, he was so shaken from the turn of events he wondered if he was in a fever dream.

“Yes, Your Grace.” The MagiKoopa corrected and saw the King almost smile. “Thank you.”

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“Good morning King Bowser. We are rapidly approaching Dinosaur island. It seems a strong wind blew in last night and expedited our journey by half a day at least! I recommend using this time to land and let the crew recoup. I know I could certainly use a breather after five consecutive days of travel, and I’m not even working as hard as them!” Kamek greeted early in the morning, there were bags under his eyes and he seemed sweaty. Bowser rolled his eyes, if he didn’t know any better he’d say the old coot worked his robes off all night.

“Fine then. Tell the crew to make landfall on Dinosaur Island, stretch their legs and regroup in six hours. Anyone not on the ship by then gets left behind.” The King ordered with no real feeling, if he was honest he could use a break himself.

“Of course Your Majesty. You should give Luigi a tour, I bet he’s never seen a Yoshi before.” The MagiKoopa recommended and the other Koopa rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

“Right, might sell the whole pretending to be nice thing better.” Bowser stated. Honestly Kamek wasn’t sure if Bowser was trying to fool him, or lie to himself; but the advisor had a feeling it was the latter.

“Exactly.” Kamek smiled, desperately needing rest. After their conversation about a peace treaty Kamek may have over extended himself on his magic. Which also meant that his psyche still needed a break.

Bowser finished his coffee before greeting the prisoner with breakfast, Kamek had woken him up much earlier than he would have liked. Apparently so early that the human still lay asleep on the cot. He was curled up into this protective ball, it didn't look particularly comfortable, yet his eyelids rested heavily, mouth slightly agape. The King thought to himself that he’d give the human better sleeping arrangements once they were back at his castle.

“Luigi, breakfast.” The human slowly came to consciousness and sat up. His crystal blue eyes were bleary, and hair tousled. “We will be making landfall today on Dinosaur Island, to give the crew a breather. You’re welcome to join me if you can behave yourself.” The plumber shook himself from sleep and took the food.

“D-Dinosaur Island!? Like real actual dinosaurs!?” Luigi reiterated knowing he shouldn’t be that shocked, considering Bowser’s species defied human logic and science.

“I mean that’s where the Yoshi primarily live?” The King answered confused, while the human realized that Yoshi were probably some type of dinosaurs.

“I-is it d-d-dangerous?” Luigi was admittingly a tad nervous, but more so excited.

“No, and I’ll be your guide and there is nothing scarier than me on that island. You’ll be safe as long as you don’t wander off.” The King pointed out, and that did make the plumber feel more at ease. He agreed, and eagerly dug into his meal.

Luigi’s eyes grew comically large as they took in the beautiful and lush jungle before him. Bowser noticeably didn’t even worry about binding the human. The King distantly realized that the “prisoner” was beginning to feel less, and less like one. The Koopa still didn’t fully trust the guy, but he wasn’t incredibly difficult. Luigi had yet to try anything physically against Bowser, it was just the human’s mouth that seemed to get him in trouble. He often spoke his mind, which was both a blessing and a curse for both individuals. On one hand, you didn’t really have to guess with Luigi and that was nice; he said it how it was, how he felt. On the other hand, if under the right stress, he’d slip up and say something he’d regret, even if it was true.

“Wowie! I’ve never seen anything like this!” The plumber exclaimed brightly and with much excitement. The King chuckled at his amazement.

“You don’t get out much do you?” The Koopa asked conversationally, and the human blushed lightly, giving Bowser an unsure laugh.

“Hehe. No. Traveling costs money, something I don’t have a lot of.” The human pointed out matter of factly and Bowser felt an unfamiliar jolt of guilt go through him.

“Well…. Just wait until you see a Yoshi!” The King crowed, uncertain what else to say.

They trekked through the island for a while in comfortable silence and came upon a stream which fed into a lake. The water was so clear you could see right to the bottom, and the area seemed relatively undisturbed. Luigi dipped his fingers into the cool water and sighed pleasantly.

“The water is so nice. I’d love to go for a swim.” The human disclosed accidentally voicing his thoughts. The Koopa didn’t see an issue with it, and the water did look nice.

“Go for it.” Bowser offered and Luigi lit up happily. “R-really?” Luigi stammered and the King just nodded.

“Just don’t make me regret-” The Koopa started, getting distracted with the human slipping off his shoes, socks, then shirt in turn. “This.” Bowser finished trying to pry his eyes from the human’s curved body, and alabaster skin that was now marred by the soulmate mark. Luigi’s chest had the smallest tuff of dark hair, and his stomach had a small swell that told Bowser the human was healthy.

The King finally did look away, while Luigi was still none the wiser, because he had begun to undo his pants, getting down to his boxers. The human ran and jumped right into the water with no refrain, and the Koopa was torn. Bowser wanted to join, but now several issues appeared with that.

One, Luigi was half naked in the lake. Of course he was, he had no other clothes, and boxers weren’t really that much different than swim trunks. It was just the implied intimacy that came with one being down to only their underwear. Two, Bowser was made extremely aware of how alone the two now were, on a beautiful island; with the crew far, far away. Three, alone time together, swimming on said gorgeous island, itself seemed to be laced with implications that Bowser wanted nothing to do with. Four, he was backpedaling to the thoughts of Luigi feeling “less like a prisoner”, and to the conversation of Luigi honestly admitting that “I like talking to you, the company is nice”. And suddenly that statement, in this setting, had him a tad flustered in so many different directions that Bowser decided to not pick one. Five, of course none of this really bothered him because he only had eyes for Princess Peach, but one does not go gallivanting with their prisoner, even if one wasn’t sure anymore if they were even a prisoner or not at this point. He sat down decisively.

Luigi dived underneath the clear blue waters, plugging his nose and straining his eyes to see and touch the sandy bottom with his fingertips. Because of where Luigi’s family lived, they had to travel for beach trips, which was fine, but they never looked like this. The only time the plumber had ever seen water this clear was in his water bottles. The plumber stole a glance at the King, he was sitting criss-cross, arms folded with a stern expression on his face. The Koopa seemed grumpier than normal, probably somewhat regretting volunteering to babysit the human.

“Tell me about some of the other creatures on this island.” Luigi called to Bowser from the water, he figured if the King wasn’t even going to dip his toes at least into the shallow end, the plumber could try and drag a conversation out of him. The Koopa perked up, just a bit, and began telling the other about the different species and what each does.

Once Luigi had his fill of the water he got dressed and the two continued through the jungle, and carried on the conversation. The human had a lot of questions, and would often supply information about the animals back on earth. The two of them easily, and comfortably filled each other’s time, Bowser’s unease from earlier, slipping away. Bowser recognized some fresh tracks and grabbed a banana off of a nearby tree.

“Don’t eat it,” The King instructed, passing the fruit to the human. “Sit still with open palms and hold it out.” Bowser sat down with an excited smile and his tail twitched against the grass. Luigi lied, he found this look much more charming. The King’s red eyes sparkled in the light with a glint of passion, his red mane fluttered ever so in the calm breeze, his smile stretched across his maw and showed a glint of his teeth at the corners. Wordlessly the plumber took the banana from the other’s grasp. His fingers sliding against the Koopa’s scales ever so slightly.

Luigi sat next to Bowser and held out the fruit as he was instructed. It reminded the human of feeding a horse, but he saw no animals nearby. Time slowly ticked by and the plumber’s arms began to ache from how long he had been waiting, then a twig snapped and a creature stepped out. It was a green dinosaur looking animal, it resembled an allosaurus, or a tyrannosaurus. Except so much cuter, smaller, and therefore way less terrifying.

Luigi’s eyes grew five times bigger with wonder as an astounded smile graced his features. Bowser saw when the Yoshi stepped out and looked to make sure the human was watching and he was arrested by the sight. The sunlight fell on his hair and created a halo, the ends of his brown locks still damp, and clinging to the nape of his neck, his cerulean orbs shone in astonishment. The plumber stole a quick glance at the Koopa, curiosity and reverence clear in his gaze.

Luigi turned back to the Yoshi and watched as it carefully came closer, locked eyes with the target and a long iguana-like tongue shot out and nabbed the banana pulling it into the dinosaur’s mouth. Luigi gasped in surprise and accidentally scared the wild Yoshi away.

“DID YOU SEE THAT!?” The plumber stage-whispered to the Koopa. “Oh my god they were so cute and friendly. I love the cute little “blep” noise they made to eat!” The human squealed, unable to contain his glee.

“I told you.” Bowser stated smugly. “Thank you so much for showing me!” Luigi smiled.

“You're welcome. The King murmured. The human decided to fill the other one in about dinosaurs back in his world, and the Koopa actively listened to the whole spiel. They had begun to slowly walk back to the airship.

“You never did answer my question yesterday. Why did you decide to help me?” Bowser pressed, his tone not really signifying an emotion either way.

“Because you cared enough to save me, you’re not a monster, I see some good in you.” Luigi answered earnestly and the King scoffed, but not really at him.

Beneath the fabric of shirts more marigolds, and primroses unfurled, creating a larger band or bracelet around the men’s wrists.

“I think you’re wrong. Any good that I had in me died over a year ago. But if being good means winning Peach…. Then maybe it’s worth trying again. Not just for me but for my- my Kingdom.” Bowser disclosed a bit more honestly then he had meant to. It was just so easy talking to him, he didn’t have this preconceived notion on who the King was, or who he was supposed to be.

“See? Just wanting to change, and actively trying. That makes a difference.” The plumber shared optimistically. “Let's wrap this up for a lunch break. I’m hungry.” Bowser claimed and Luigi had a feeling that the King used the statement as a partial excuse.

Whenever the Koopa tired of a conversation he would either yell or leave. The plumber hated both options, but if he had to choose he’d rather Bowser walk away and cool off then lose his temper. Luigi wondered if the King would ever get to a point where he could simply just voice that he needed a break before just storming off. They returned to the airship, there were still a good few hours left of the break but Kamek was nowhere to be found, and neither was the crew.

“Kamek! I wonder where he could be? Now, what do we do about lunch? The crew is busy.” Bowser huffed and Luigi looked at him curiously, and eyebrows raised comically high. “Why not make something?” The plumber questioned sensibly and then King huffed in disgust.

“I’m a King. Cooking is for peasants.” The Koopa stated distastefully and Luigi couldn’t help but feel slightly offended.

“That's me.” The plumber waved with a depreciating smile, Bowser wasn’t sure why that made him feel guilty. “Surely you don’t have anything against me making something for us?” Luigi offered, still clearly annoyed but pressing on.

“Knock yourself out. I’m watching you though.” This seemed to amuse the plumber. “If you wanted me to teach you, you could just say so, ya know?” He teased and the King glared.

“Watch it.” He ordered sharply and the human straightened up. “R-right.” Luigi stammered and began to look through every cabinet, and pantry to ascertain what exactly he could make. He had to ask Bowser what some of the ingredients were because they were unfamiliar to him, but then began prepping lunch with little difficulty.

Bowser watched as the human flitted about the kitchen as if it was his own space and the Koopa groaned internally as he was reminded once again that perhaps things were getting too comfortable, that the line was becoming too blurry. The plumber was chopping some ingredients when a timer went off.

“Could you please finish chopping those vegetables while I take care of this real quick?” Luigi requested not even looking over his shoulder as he attended to the food currently in front of him.

“I told you. I don’t cook.” Bowser reminded impatiently. Luigi was glad that the King couldn’t see him roll his eyes at him.

“This is not cooking, this is chopping. But if you insist that I do everything then please hand me back the big, sharp, pointy knife.” The human threatened still not finished with whatever was in his hands.

“NO! Not when you say it like that. I’ll chop the damn things.” The King growled and Luigi cocked his head and gave the Koopa a look.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind. It cuts really well.” Bowser grumbled and began chopping. The plumber finished what he was attending to and found a much smaller cheese knife and started cutting some fruit.

“I’m done.” The King informed the other and the human was plating up the food and joined Bowser, added the vegetables the Koopa finished, and passed him his plate.

“Good job! Let’s eat.” The kitchen wasn’t really made with eating in mind, but they decided to stay where they were and eat from the counters rather than move. This time, Luigi noticed when Bowser’s tail reacted to the praise, but decided to not say anything about it.

“I have to admit that you didn’t do too bad yourself.” The King acknowledged and took a bite. “Food’s good.” He mumbled around the bite in his mouth.

“Thank you.” The human said after finishing his own mouthful. “But don’t talk with your mouthful. It’s rude and I’m sure the Princess would not be a fan.” Luigi advised, and Bowser growled at the critique.

“And stop getting mad at every little thing. I’m trying to help you. Would you rather me stay quiet and let you make yourself look like a fool?” The human challenged and the other huffed. “How do I know that you are not doing that now? You could be sabotaging me.” The King bit back.

“Because it’s common courtesy?” The plumber snapped, feeling his temper begin to get the best of him. “Just like refraining from saying things like, “cooking is for peasants”, it’s just plain rude.” Bowser scoffed unhelpfully and rolled his eyes as if Luigi’s advice was inconsequential. He was still eating, meanwhile, the human’s food had been temporarily forgotten.

“You’re wrong you know. Cooking is for everyone. Some of my fondest memories are of me cooking. Learning to cook with my parents, baking with my mom, barbecuing with my dad. Cooking my first real meal, and serving it. And so much more.” Luigi ranted feeling some of his aggravation die down just thinking about his time with his family. There was a pang of sorrow that the human felt for the King, he wondered what the Koopa did with his family for quality time.

“Every few months my mom would invite as many family members as she could over to the house to have these big potluck dinner parties. It was so loud, but it always left me so full and happy. What about you?” The Koopa just looked at him perplexed.

“I told you cooking is for- I mean, I don’t cook.”

“Right, no I-I got that. What I mean is; do you have any fond memories like that, with your family.” The plumber queried void of judgment, but the King was still riled up from their argument and the topic at hand certainly didn’t help.

“WHAT IS YOUR OBSESSION WITH MY PARENTS, WITH MY LIFE!!??” Bowser snapped screaming at the top of his lungs.

“It seems you have forgotten your place, prisoner!” The King spat cruelly and Luigi started to hyperventilate and cry.

Kamek popped in between them making both parties jump, the prisoner more than the King. Luigi grabbed the front of his shirt, panting his heart rate pounding like a freight train going down the tracks. In the chaos the human grabbed something off the counter quickly shoving it into his pocket, unseen by anyone in the room, out of sight, out of mind.

“King Bowser, I apologize for my tardiness! I came as soon as I got your message.” Kamek babbled, fixing his glasses onto his face.

“I need a break. Tend to the prisoner.” Bowser ordered shortly.

“Yes, Your Grace.” Kamek put an arm around the human and led him out of the kitchen and to his cell. The MagiKoopa was torn between who he should tend to first.

“I fucked up.” Luigi sobbed. “Come now it can’t be that bad?” The older Koopa tutted and patted the man on the back.

“I brought up his family, again. The first time I said “Didn’t your parents teach you manners?", because he was making a laugh out of apologizing to me. This time it was me asking “do you have any fond memories with your family?” I should have know better. I-I d-di-didn’t mean to-” The plumber cried.

“Oh….” Kamek sighed and locked Luigi in.

“Dio, sono un tale idiota. Perché dovrei dire che!? [God, I’m such an idiot. Why would I say that!?]” The plumber cursed at himself, and the older Koopa might not have understood the language, but he most certainly recognized the tone.

“Hey, now take a deep breath. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” The MagiKoopa soothed and the human crumpled onto the cot.

“He's so angry with me.” Luigi didn’t really care if Bowser was mad at him; he just wanted the King to be consistent, this flip flopping from casual to screaming was- he just couldn’t handle it.

“I'm going to grab the rest of your food so you can finish that. I’m sure a full stomach will make you feel better.” Kamek said decisively.

“No thank you. I’m not hungry right now. I just want to get clean. Take a bath or something.” The human stated tone void of feeling as he began to shut down. He was still dirty from the lake water, but that wasn’t really what was on his mind.

“I’ll see what I can do. “ The mage promised feeling concerned as the prisoner curled in on himself on the cot. The MagiKoopa used his wand to scry and find Bowser, he was in his quarters, so Kamek aparated himself there. The King had a punching bag set up and was currently making good use of it. Angrily pounding it with loud blows.

“Sire. I know you are angry with him but-” The older Koopa started and was interrupted.

“I'm furious! He’s obsessed with my life. Always sticking his nose in my business. What’s his angle? What’s he trying to gain? He has no idea who I am. He doesn’t know anything about me.” Bowser growled punching the bag at the end of each statement. The MagiKoopa had to admit that, that line of thought didn’t really seem coherent or related.

“How can he know you, if you won’t let him?” Kamek pointed out feeling like this was the best response.

“My goal, Kamek, is to woo the Princess, not him. In case you forgot.” The King snarled dangerously low.

“I haven’t forgotten. But how can you expect to let any in if you won’t try? Isn’t it worth trying again?” Bowser roared at his advisor's words, burning the punching bag a bit in his fit of rage.

“He didn’t finish his lunch sire…. He's not interested in finishing it?” The MagiKoopa pressed hoping he could calm the other’s anger with concern. Or at least make him realize that what he did was wrong.

“So what?” The younger snapped. In spite of himself, of knowing that the King was fed up, Kamek decided to try and push once more. The human had hardly touched his lunch, and he was concerned.

“He would like a bath?” The MagiKoopa insisted. “Figure something out. I'm done babysitting him for today.” Bowser hadn’t stopped beating the bag harshly.

“I’ll take him to the staffs' washroom.” The mage informed more out of habit than anything else.

“I'm only going to say this one more time. I. Am. Done. I don’t care what you do. I expect that you can take care of this. So do that, and leave me the fuck alone now!” Bowser yelled and breathed fire onto the empty spot that Kamek had once been in. Smoke filled the room and fogged his mirror, Bowser stepped up to swipe it away but stopped, shocked still. The King had soot and grime on him from setting the punchin bag on fire so close to his face.

He looked older, the soot grayed his hair and his wrinkles were magnified. He looked closer, not recognizing the face looking back at him. There was a moment, just a flash of a memory in the mirror, and just for a second Bowser though he saw his father looking back at him. He roared fiercely and punched the mirror, it shattered into a tiny million pieces. Somehow the sound vibrating through the room made him feel hollow as he realized that the only one in this room was him.

He felt an ache so deep in his chest, like a lead weight. Bowser decided to try and head to bed early after cleaning his face.

“Come on let’s get you cleaned up.” Kamek offered once he descended the stairs to Luigi, who was now slowly climbing to his feet.

“I don’t have fresh clothes….” Luigi informed looking like there was a heavy weight pressing down on him.

“I can magic you some. Come on.” The MagiKoopa suggested. Creating something from nothing was a temporary solution, and truthfully the clothes would last long enough for the older Koopa to make some more permanent solutions; as well as make sure what he owned was clean. After the clothes appeared he lead the human to the washroom, asking a Troopa to make sure no one came near the hallway.

“There's only one way in and out of here. So I can give you some privacy and stand guard. But I’m going to need you to give it to me.” Kamek instructed once they were at the door. The Koopa had seen it, the body language, the fidgeting yet avoidance. He wasn’t born yesterday, he had seen much in his years.

“Wh-what?” The plumber stammered, Kamek saw the look in his eyes. A brief flicker of light from the darkness enshrouding him. Coiled tightly like snake suffocating it’s prey.

“Luigi. Please give it to me. I can stand outside and give you privacy, otherwise I have to come in there and stand guard. I promise I won't say anything to King Bowser. As long as you give it to me now.” Kamek repeated with more intention and he noticed the moment the human knew that the mage knew. Shakely, Luigi reached into his pocket and pulled out what he had hurriedly grabbed off the kitchen counter in the chaos earlier. It was a small kitchen knife.

“Mi dispiace! I-I’m s-s-sorry! I-I swear! I-I w-wasn’t g-going to u-use it t-t-to h-hurt B-Bowser. Mi dispiace tanto. Lo giuro. [I’m so sorry. I swear.]” Luigi spilled, beginning to sob again and thought; God, great job Luigi. What were you thinking?

Control, you were thinking about control.

“I-I know- I know….” Kamek admitted with a sad smile and in a tone that pierced Luigi. The human grabbed his wrists self-consciously. He hung his head in shame before going into washroom to take a long and much needed bath.

Luigi staved of the voice that told him that, there is no way he won’t tell Bowser; just long enough to be able to halfway enjoy the bath. The plumber stepped out in his fresh clothes still not meeting the MagiKoopa’s eyes.

“Better?” The advisor sighed. “Not really.” The human covered his mouth as if he didn’t mean to be so honest.

“If only all our problems could simply be washed away, hm?” Kamek claimed gently. “Why are you so kind to me?” Luigi fretted, and the MagiKoopa couldn’t even fully enjoy how similar him and Bowser were without being reminded of the circumstances.

“Because you deserve it.” The older Koopa claimed simply and genuinely. The human looked shocked at him and the mage pressed forward.

“I’m sorry for how I treated you when we first met. I plan to make up for it. Even if it’s only with small gestures.” Kamek apologized, and saw the flicker of a real smile on the man’s lips.

“I- uh…. Th-thank you. Is there a way for you to get my old outfit?” Luigi requested, clenching the fabric of his shirt and running his hands down the pant legs.

“I think I can manage that. Come on. Let’s get you back first.” Kamek grabbed a few random items along the way, then locked Luigi in his cell.

“The clothes I magiced aren’t a permanent solution. I created them from nothing, they’ll disappear soon enough.” The MagiKoopa showed off the few items in his hand, some bits of rope and torn fabric. “When I make something, I need materials. It acts almost like fuel, so the bigger the item I want to make the more material I need.” The older Koopa waved his wand and the rope and cloth transformed into simple pajamas.

“One sec.” Kamek announced and held onto his wand with both hands lifting it up, his eyes going distant and then completely clouded over.

“Kamek?” Luigi squeaked a tad worried, and he waited for a moment, and then another. The older Koopa’s eyebrows concentrated, and his arms brought down the wand and clicked it to the floor. The plumber’s trademark outfit appeared underneath, still rumbled and unclean, but authentic.

“Thank you.” The human whispered disbeliveingly. “I’ll clean all these, and the rest of your clothes, and bring them back with dinner. Unfortunately, I do have to attend to the ship until then.” The MagiKoopa informed, said his farewells and returned to the deck to begin instructions to set sail once more.

Bowser had made the mistake of going to bed extremely early. Currently he was tossing and turning in his plush bed. The sorrow from earlier laid dormant, but was heavy on his chest regardless. The rage and visions from the mirror plagued his mind in his fitful sleep. The King gasped sitting out of bed feeling fear for the first time in a while. True fear. He blinked back tears and cried out wordlessly.

“King Bowser?” Kamek whispered in the dead of the night after the pop of his magic had been heard in the dark room. The MagiKoopa dimly lit the room to assist the other. Kamek had been surprised that Bowser had screamed, and called out to him in the middle of the night, but he wouldn’t miss being here for him.

“Kamek?” The King asked, clearly still riddled with sleep. The older Koopa came closer. “I had a nightmare. I finally reached the super star! I had it in my grasp.” He clenched his fist as if the ghost of the star had left its wake on his scales.

“For one shining moment, I was as powerful as I could ever dream of. But when the magic hit, I looked at myself. All I could see was my father. His anger, his hatred, his emptiness. Then, as the superstar powered down, and the magic left my body, I collapsed. I laid on the floor dying. But another version of me looked down on me as I was taking my last breath. He looked just as my father had looked, just as I look. Angry and hateful and empty. Stars, is that the legacy I’m leaving behind!? I can’t do that to- I can’t leave that kind of burden behind….” Bowser choked out an angry sob and trailed off. The dim lights shone a little brighter, and the King locked eyes with the man that had really raised him. Feeling like the lost and scared little kid he was so many years ago.

“Then you know what you need to do.” Kamek advised sagely without needing to say more.

Luigi, in the midnight hours, gasped waking from sleep with quite a fright. He had a nightmare, but it was soundless, just lights, shapes and colors clashing together wordlessly, and with no meaning. But, even though it made no sense, and seemed to have no meaning. It had to be a nightmare from how his heart was beating, and tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. There was a water bottle nearby that had not been there before. He gratefully drank from it and tried to settle back in for the rest of the night.

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Bowser was up before the sunrise, he had slept more than he had in a while; yet he felt exhausted. The kind of tired one gets from living an unsatisfying life. There was only one thing that made his life less dull, and he was going to ruin that too if he didn’t try better. Luigi was….. probably the best hope he had to fix this, to make it where his legacy wouldn’t become a copy of his father’s. Kamek was right, he knew what he needed to do, he would start small.

With a plate full of food, he walked down to the ship prison where Luigi was still fast asleep. The King thought it was pretty ironic that he wasn’t sure what to do to handle this in the best way, to somehow start making it up to this man, who had basically done nothing to him. And the best person to ask for advice was probably the same person who he had hurt so much. Bowser couldn’t help but chuckle deprecatingly at himself. The noise roused the plumber. Who opened his eyes, took one look at the Koopa, and turned over so he didn’t have to look at him.

“You didn’t eat yesterday.” Bowser pointed out, holding the food out, not that the human was really looking, or seemed to care.

“Wasn’t hungry.” Luigi mumbled, shrugged haphazardly. “You need to eat.” The King reminded him, and the human didn’t move.

“I’m not hungry.” The plumber informed him, and the Koopa sighed deeply, unsure of what to do about this. He supposed the best action was to drop it for now.

“I have something to show you.” Bowser insisted. “Am I allowed to get dressed first, King Bowser?” Luigi requested with no feeling, somehow this hurt the King more than an attitude would.

“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.” The Koopa left, decided to start a pot of coffee before returning to the human. When he came back the plumber was clad in his original green outfit. Bowser led him to the pot of coffee first, which he helped himself to gratefully. It appeared that Luigi preferred it darker than the Koopa would have assumed.

The King then took him to the bow of the airship, where the sun had just started to slowly rise, casting amber and crimson light onto the horizon. In the distance he could see his Kingdom from afar. The Koopa noticed the awe in the human’s eyes as he took in the beautiful setting.

“This is my Kingdom, the Koopa Kingdom. The Badlands or Darklands.” Bowser started and Luigi could see why it was called the Darklands, somehow the sun didn’t really seem to touch it.

“I inherited it all from my parents. The vast wealth and riches, the castle, land, the power, and every good little thing in between. With the Kingdom came all the ugly too. The war, bloodshed, rage, pride, and namesake.” The King explained and the human finally looked at him, he sighed in relief.

“As the King of the Koopa’s I am meant to be this fearless, evil, tyrannical leader who conquers and takes what I want. My father didn’t teach me to cook, he taught me to overthrow lands that defied his authority, and to kill. He didn’t spend time with me outside of his agenda. I only gained his attention when I was being terrible, and he could feed into the cruelty he wanted to see.” Even though this was not Bowser‘s favorite chapter in his life, it certainly was not the worst in his opinion. There was one other, but he wasn’t ready to share that, and he didn’t know if he ever would. There was too much at stake.

“My mother had no say in who I was meant to be, she died when I was a newborn Koopaling. It’s the legacy my father left behind when he died, and I was forced onto the throne at ten. Kamek has been as much an advisor as he was a parental figure growing up.” The King confessed and Luigi looked confused, but not judgmental.

“We have a weird relationship due to this power imbalance, but he was more of a parent than my father ever was. To be honest, I haven’t conquered anything since my reign began. I planned on invading the Kingdom of Snows, stealing their Star, it’s a powerful weapon. With the star, I thought I could convince Princess Peach to marry me.” The Koopa testified and the human remained quiet, slowly drinking his coffee as Bowser’s cup grew cold.

“You’re making me realize that it was a terrible plan. So I am kind of grateful that you unintentionally thwarted my plans.” The King finally seemed to finish, a beat or two of silence passed between the two men before one spoke up.

“Why are you telling me all this? Did Kamek say something to you?” Luigi criticized, more than a little perturbed and suspicious. He didn’t want pity, if Kamek had told Bowser about the knife…. And this was Bowser’s way of giving the human solace then he wanted nothing to do with it.

“No, the last I spoke with him, in regards to you, he told me that he was going to take you to the staff washroom.” The King informed and was a little hurt that the human only thought that the Koopa was saying this because Kamek told him to.

“I’m telling you all this because I don’t want his legacy to become mine. But that’s the path I’m heading toward if I don’t start to change. I can’t expect to let anyone in if I don’t try, I can’t hope that you or the Princess will get to know me if I don’t let you. I don’t want to make myself look like a fool, I want to keep trying because,” Bowser paused and looked deep into Luigi’s eyes, the crystal blue orbs displayed so much emotion. So much hope. It gave the King the strength to press on and say something he never thought he would.

“I want a peace treaty with the Mushroom Kingdom above all else. Even if it doesn’t end in marriage, even if that’s “all I get”. I know that you’re my only hope to convince the Princess that it’s worth going for after years of war. You’ve done nothing to me, and all I’ve done is hurt you, so much. I don’t want to do that anymore, I want to try and somehow start making it up to you.” The King professed, and to say the plumber was dumbfounded would be an understatement. He thought to himself; Holy shit, that was as close to an apology as he’s ever given me. But that wasn’t quite enough for him, not this time.

“If you want my help then you have to start treating me better. I deserve better. I-I can’t do this. The anger and yelling and being needlessly cruel. I can’t handle it. If you need a break or to walk away feel free to do so. But don’t snap at me like that, I want your word.” Luigi understood that sometimes people got mad and yelled, but with Bowser he exploded. And that just wouldn’t do.

“You have my word. I’m- I won’t snap at you anymore. I want to show you why I want the peace treaty tonight, until then you are free to roam the ship. Restrain yourself from entering my quarters, and stay away from the controls. Other than that, you’re free to do as you please.” Bowser vowed and excused himself to take care of his duties.

Kamek woke up a little later than he had planned, he needed to catch up on some rest after last night. He wondered if Bowser would listen to him, the MagiKoopa recognized the look the King had given him when he said, “Then, you know what you need to do.”. The mage could almost count on the younger Koopa taking some type of action, but he wasn’t sure what.

For now he’d pop into the kitchen, grab food for Luigi, and go check on him first. Kamek had brought him dinner last night, as promised, but the human once again refused it. Although in reality it had only been two skipped meals the MagiKoopa couldn’t help his increasing worry for the man’s health; both mental and physical. When the older Koopa apparated into the ship’s prison there was a distinct lack of Luigi, and Kamek’s heart skipped a beat jumping to irrational thoughts.

On foot he rushed out and onto the deck where Bowser was sitting on a set of stairs and staring off at the bow of the ship with such a peace that he had never seen from the King before. Bowser hadn’t noticed the MagiKoopa yet, who had now stopped in his tracks as he noticed what, or more correctly, who he was staring at. Luigi sat at the bow of the ship watching the rising sun, a coffee mug in his grasp as his feet dangled over the edge in between the railing. Kamek smiled as relief washed over him, his boy made the right choice; he could just tell. He popped back to the kitchen for a second plate of food, and came back.

“Bring this to him.” The MagiKoopa whispered now at Bowser’s side, breakfast in hand. The King took the plates with a grateful nod and brought the food to the human and sat next to him to eat.

The mage felt the grin on his face begin to strain his cheeks, but he couldn’t care less. As the two shared breakfast and a polite conversation Kamek worked in the background to make sure they wouldn’t get disturbed.

Bowser had unintentionally spent all day with Luigi, and hardly noticed when they slipped into the evening. Earlier he had ordered the crew to take the long way through the Wastelands, before docking and returning home. The King had felt like it was important to show the human this.

“There it is. The only bit of my Kingdom that has soil to grow food.” Bowser gestured to the land around them, and Luigi had recognized this place as where he first entered.

“It looks completely dead?” The plumber stated, feeling like he missed a step. The world around them was cast in the setting sun.

“Exactly. I need the peace treaty so I can have a portion of Peach's land to help my people thrive.” Luigi finally understood, at least partially, why this was so important to the King. The human, in spite of everything that he had been through, wanted to help.

“We’ll arrive at the castle in the morning. Until then, I think I’ll retire early.” The Koopa informed him.

“Okie dokie. Good night.” The plumber said and thought that he might wait until the sun had completely disappeared and look at the stars.

“Kamek, can you teleport ahead and make sure that Luigi has a room, the guest room should suffice. Then gather some Troopas for a briefing so I can alert them of some changes that I will be making. When we land I have other duties to tend to, and we will take it from there.” Bowser ordered first thing in the morning, his mind zeroed in on his goal as he lined up the tasks he knew he needed to do.

“We have a big day ahead of us, and I don’t think that this will be the end of it either.” The King informed his advisor, seeing his new plan before his eyes. There were some gray and blurry bits, but he’d work through them as he went along. Until then he could focus on what he could do, he’d focus on the here and now.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Kamek declared and apparated on the spot without wasting another moment. The airship was beginning to dock and he had a pris- he had to collect Luigi and get this ball rolling. The King didn’t want to think of the trip as a waste of time, but he impatiently wanted to start this process yesterday. He took a breath and thought to himself that maybe this is why things didn’t work for him, the inability to wait. Bowser had to be patient.

Bowser had woken Luigi up with breakfast once more, and the human thought he saw something different in the King; but he wasn’t sure. The plumber did note that the unsettled rage that he had been carrying for five days now, was gone. In its place was this drive and determination; it was stronger than the rage. Luigi thought that this was a good sign, but kept quiet for several reasons, but the main one was; he didn’t want to get his hopes shattered. It was, technically, only day one of this alleged change and King Bowser trying to make it up to him.

The King led the way through the castle once they had landed. As they walked their path through maze-like structure in silence, the human thought that it seemed unfamiliar. Which he knew seemed ridiculous, because really the only thing that he was familiar with in the Koopa’s castle was the dungeon. But they certainly weren’t heading there, or at least it didn’t seem so. Bowser opened a door into a plainly decorated, but luxurious suit-like room.

“You can stay in here for now. It should fill all your needs. I can’t let you roam my castle quite yet. But I’ve thought of something where you can get a little bit more freedom, give me until lunch, but for now this will have to do.” Bowser informed, his mind seemed elsewhere.

“Why the sudden change?” Luigi asked skeptically. This room was nice, large enough to be considered a flat, but without the kitchen. Really there was nothing to do to pass the time but shower and sleep, and the human planned on doing just that.

“Do you want to go back to the previous dungeon?” The King huffed and the plumber shook his head.

“Of course not. It’s just hard to follow your mood. I've been a prisoner since arriving here and two days ago you were screaming at me. Now you give me my own room, and say that you’re going to work on making sure that I have more freedom?” Luigi pointed out and the Koopa sighed deeply.

“I told you, I want to start making it up to you for how I’ve treated you. You’re- You’re not a prisoner anymore. You asked me to treat you better, you deserve better, I’m trying to do that. Don’t test my patience, I’m really trying.” Bowser confessed, upset with himself.

“Okie dokie.” The human chirped, surprised by how open the King was being with him.

“Being gone for several days I have a lot to attend to. But I will be back around during lunch. I’m also going to write a letter to Peach. Letting her know that I am interested in a temporary truce so I can return you to your brother. Then, hopefully, her and I can begin discussing the more political side of all of this.” The Koopa elaborated and the plumber couldn’t hide his bewilderment.

“Oh. Wow. Um- d-do you w-want help with that? With the letter?” Luigi offered and Bowser lit up. “Yes please.” The King requested, and the plumber took a second before responding because he couldn’t believe the Koopa said “please”.

“Okie-dokie. Bring some supplies and we can work on it together.” The human instructed kindly and the other nodded his head quickly.

“Soon, after lunch. First I have to attend to my duties.” Bowser repeated. “Of course.” Luigi grinned and the King left.

Bowser felt the excitement palatable in his mouth, it buzzed through his skin and tingled his brain. First he’d check in with his most important priority, then work on a map for Luigi, the briefing with his Troopas, and he’d spend the rest of his time taking care of said priority. Until lunch that was, then he’d do the letter with Luigi and send it out. After that, all he could do was wait.

Kamek was present during the briefing with the Troopas, Bowser had a map of the castle displayed before the group. The King informed everyone that Luigi was to now be considered a guest, but was still not allowed complete access to the castle. He pointed out on the map which areas were off limits, and made sure extra guards were posted there. The MagiKoopa was pleasantly shocked at the change but said nothing. Shortly before lunch the mage decided to check on the human. He knocked on the door, and Luigi came to it looking as if he just woke up from a long nap.

“You really didn’t tell him?” Was the first thing the plumber asked when he opened the door and saw Kamek behind it. After Bowser left he took the longest, hottest shower of his life, got dressed into some clean clothes, and laid down to rest in a real bed. It had been the best sleep he had in a while, and now he was so hungry felt like he could eat a horse.

“I promised, I wouldn’t. Remember?” Kamek noted undeterred and Luigi seemed to have something on his mind that he wasted no time in discussing with the other.

“He told me that you basically raised him.” The plumber started and the MagiKoopa nodded. “Correct. I’ve been an advisor to the crown for years. It’s been a privilege to serve them.” The mage vouched unsure where this was heading.

“I think King Bowser wants to do things differently than those before him.” The human stated in a prying, questioning tone, and Kamek smiled.

“I know! Isn’t change exciting? It’s definitely needed.” The older Koopa extolled clapping his hands in elation.

“So, you're on board with him wanting a peace treaty?” Luigi implored, watching the other closely. Kamek’s spine stiffened up and he whipped his head around to make sure no one had overheard the conversation.

“Shhh! He told you that!?” The MagiKoopa inquired nervously. “Yes?” The human responded clearly confused about the other’s reaction. The mage’s mind was reeling. Bowser told Luigi about the peace treaty? Does that mean that he’s going to go through with it?

“Oh….” Kamek trailed off, still feeling as if he had fallen. “Well, to answer your question, I’m on board with whatever makes his Majesty happy. That’s my prerogative.” The MagiKoopa professed honestly and then he got the alert that Bowser was nearby.

“Speaking of which-” The mage cackled at his own inside joke as he popped out of existence.

Luigi scratched his head feeling a tad disorientated by that particular conversation. He left the door to the room open and toured the space with more curiosity than before. He had clothes in a closet, several copies of his plumber outfit and more, which told him that Kamek had been in here before him. There was a knock on the door, and Bowser was in the threshold with an armful of supplies.

“Let's get started.” The King greeted, and the human waved off his confusion from Kamek and beckoned the Koopa into his room. There was a large enough desk for the two of them to work at. “First,” Bowser started and passed a labeled map to Luigi.

“This is a map of my castle. I have informed my Troopas that you are to be considered a guest. Avoid the areas I’ve marked off limits. Other than that the castle is free to explore.” The King handed over the parchment and the human looked it over. All the areas he was welcome to, which was a lot, were labeled.

“You have a library? I think I’ll check that out later. I should probably write a letter to Mario, so he knows I’m safe….” The human suggested, waiting for the Koopa to argue, to get angry. Instead he passed the plumber some supplies so they could begin working together, and did so silently for a few minutes.

“Alright. So far I have; “Dear Princess Peach, I know this is sudden but I require you to hear me out for a temporary truce, so I may return the human, called Luigi, in one piece. And discuss the possibility of a more permanent solution to this war.” Bowser read, speaking up for advice.

“That's really good. Maybe just change “require” to something less demanding. For example: “Dear Princess Peach, I know this is sudden, but I would appreciate the opportunity to speak with you on the matter of a temporary truce. In good faith, I’d like to return the human, Luigi, in one piece and discuss the possibility of a more permanent solution to this war. With warm regards, King Bowser.” Luigi advised and the King glared at him, but it had no malice behind it.

“I like yours better. Can you say it again, a little slower, so I can write that down.” The Koopa insisted and the other giggled.

“Haha. I just reworded what you already said, but of course.” Luigi agreed and repeated himself and handed Bowser his own letter. The King couldn’t help himself from reading it over.

“Dear Mario, there’s no need to worry about me, I am okay. I’m not sure if you can help me with this, but please tell Princess Peach to hear King Bowser out. Remember, nothing can hurt us. I look forward to seeing you, I miss you. Love, Luigi.” It surprised the Koopa that here didn’t seem to have a hidden message.

“I’ll send these together. I’m sure we will hear a correspondence within two days or so. For now, I’ll be in my study if you need me.” Bowser mentioned and excused himself to begin jotting down some ideas for a rough peace treaty.

Luigi knew it was only day one, but when Bowser really put his mind to something he could accomplish a lot. Now that he was free to do as he pleased he decided to head to the library. He’d love a project or something to do with his hands, but keeping his mind busy would have to do. Two days, in two days he’d see his brother. He choked down a happy sob and hugged himself. The human figured that he’d wait to tell his brother about the soulmate mark. He wanted to assess the situation there before he said something that could mess up the possibility of peace between these two Kingdoms.

The plumber leafed through the many books that filled the shelves of the massive library. There was a small, random, and out of place children’s book poking out colorfully among the dull covers surrounding it. Luigi plucked it from its place and read the cover, “Daddy’s Promise” it looked well loved, and in the spot where it said “This book belongs to:” there was a tiny paw mark that resembled Bowser’s own hand. Luigi gently placed his hand over the ink print and measured it against his. The human’s hand engulfed the paw print, and the plumber couldn’t even imagine Bowser ever being so small.

Out of curiosity he read the book, it was very touching, and Luigi would never admit that he was crying over a children’s book; but this one was different. It talked of a parent’s love, support, and protection. The book brought up many questions, but he placed it down on a reading table and continued looking through the books. He found many educational species and world books that he piled in his arms to sit down with. The human sat down with his stack of literature and started to read the books about the world and got lost in the knowledge well into dinner time.

Kamek apparated in front of Luigi and made sure that he got up to eat. The plumber asked many questions about the knowledge he learned and the MagiKoopa answered them all. Luigi seemed lighter, happier, to the mage and that made his day. He took a sigh of relief and wished the human good night after he made sure he ate all his dinner.

After eating Luigi poked back into the library and noted that the children’s book was missing. He chuckled thinking that Bowser probably saw it and took it away to save himself from the embarrassment. After finishing the world books he turned in for the night, promising himself he’d read the educational species book tomorrow.

Chapter Text

Mario wrung his hands together nervously, he was suddenly very glad for the gloves, otherwise his skin would be raw. He sat in the war room with Princess Peach, it was after breakfast on the twelfth day since arriving in this new world. Almost two weeks of not seeing his brother, of being informed by Toad that Luigi landed in the Darklands. Which was under the rule of the “most evil, wretched creature alive” King Bowser.

Then, after a series of embarrassing events, he met Princess Peach, told her the whole story, with Toad’s help, and began training. The training was…. Brutal, to say the least; but not nearly as bad as fighting Donkey Kong. The plumber groaned outwardly at the memory of it alone. They had worked hard to gain the Kong’s army, and succeeded; and Mario was ready to launch an attack on Bowser’s Kingdom like yesterday. However, all of that, including planning an attack against another Kingdom took time, and a well thought out plan. A plan they were this close to being done with, a plan they were almost ready with.

Mario sighed, he’d see his brother soon, and he’d be okay. Although Peach had informed him, without consideration for his situation, “This guy's a lunatic. A psycho. He will eat you for breakfast.”. The older brother knew in his bones that Luigi was still alive, he had to be. A toad guard entered the room with a winged turtle-like creature behind him, this must have been the Koopa creatures the Princess told him about. They definitely didn’t seem too menacing, although he had no idea they could fly. The plumber speculations of the creature being harmless was based on the white flag they held aloft.

“Princess Peach, we have a letter from King Bowser!” The guard waved the letter, Mario now noticed several more guards surrounding the Koopa in distrust.

“What in the world?” Princess Peach breathed perplexed. “It could have information about my brother! Open it, please.” The plumber butted in, unable to breath suddenly.

“Of course.” The Princess’s gloved fingers slipped under the envelope and opened it. It was strange, one was addressed to her and the other to Mario. She skeptically passed the plumber his letter, and then opened her own.

“Mio fratello. [My brother.] He’s safe!” Mario exclaimed overjoyed, sobbing with relief. There was no mistaking Luigi’s handwriting, his signature. Plus he used their line, “nothing can hurt us”, it was like their code word.

“King Bowser wants to discuss a truce and give your brother back.” Peach announced voice far away, breaking Mario from his thoughts. “That's great!” The plumber crowed, unable to contain his happiness.

“I just don’t understand!? This has to be a trick or a trap. This is not like him. Our Kingdoms have been at war for years.” The Princess declared, riddled with doubt. She looked at the Koopa who delivered the letter with a deadly glare. They unhelpfully shrugged and waved the white flag some more as if that would answer all her questions.

“But,” Mario drawed, “Luigi put in a good word for him in his letter. I know it’s a risk, Princess Peach, but I have to trust my brother on this. Even if it’s just to get him back.” The older plumber voiced and there was a beat, just a millisecond where he thought the Princess would deny this, would say no.

“A truce would certainly be a nice change.” Peach speculated wistfully. She knew of the atrocities that Bowser’s father had committed, and when he took the reins she feared the same would be true for the new King’s rule.

The Princess had heard of his looting, and terrorizing; and she always assumed he conquered lands. However, now that she thought about it, she couldn’t recall word of him doing so. Although that didn’t excuse his behavior, it did mean that there might be a small possibility that Bowser could be different from his father. And maybe, just maybe, that was what he was currently trying for.

“I’ll be right here by your side, Princess Peach, to help protect you.” Mario vowed when the other fell silent. “Plus, the entire Kong army is on our side now.” The plumber whispered as he leaned closer so only she could hear.

“I guess I should notify them to stand down until I say otherwise.” The Princess agreed, matching the other’s tone, Mario nodded in concession.

“I’ll respond to King Bowser and let him know we’re interested in meeting up right away.” Peach announced to the surrounding company, the Koopa included. She made quick work of writing a letter and passed it to the Koopa, he said it should arrive by tomorrow. When he left Princess alerted her guards to stand down, but be ready. She ordered them to inform her the moment Bowser’s ship was spotted, and then took Mario with her to update the Kong’s.

Kamek paced back and forth in his quarters. Bowser had informed the MagiKoopa of the plan, send the letter to Peach, get her response, meet up, and send Luigi home. It was a great plan, a brilliant one in fact. Maybe the best plan that Bowser had in- No he wasn’t going to say that, it didn’t seem fair. There was a problem though, at least to the mage there was. Bowser and Luigi worked on the letter yesterday and sent it around lunch; it had now been a whole twenty-four hours since then.

Yet, neither man had bumped into each other or talked, or even saw the other. Not at dinner yesterday, or breakfast today, or any time in between. Kamek felt it was crucial for the King to continue to talk to the human, otherwise they’d never even have the chance to become friends. The MagiKoopa knew he had to get involved and nudge them in the right direction. He’d start with Bowser.

“King Bowser. A word with you please, if I may suggest something?” Kamek started stepping up to the doorway of the King’s study.

“Come in. You may.” The younger Koopa seemed at ease in spite of clearly working hard on something. There was an empty plate by his side, food long gone.

“Your Majesty. I think that it would be advantageous for you to practice your skills with Luigi during an outing.” The MagiKoopa suggested, crossing his fingers beneath the sleeve of his robe as he hoped that what he was suggesting wasn’t too obvious.

“Like, invite him to dinner?” The King lit up and Kamek sighed in relief. The MagiKoopa thought to himself; Thank Stars, maybe this is going to be easier on me now.

“Excellent idea sire!” The mage crowed earnestly. “I’ll let him know. I have to make sure he eats anyway. Can you tell me where he’s at?” The younger Koopa inquired. Kamek felt happy enough that he might start dancing on the spot, instead he used his wand to scry; his eyes going distant.

“In the library, Your Grace.” The MagiKoopa vouched, voice monotone before he came back. “Of course he is. If you’ll excuse me.” Bowser grinned fondly and got up from his seat.

“Wait! King Bowser.” The mage called after him and the younger Koopa turned on the spot. “Yes?” the King implored with a raised brow.

“I’m proud of you.” Kamek stated sincerely, he noted the tell tale sign of Bowser’s tail beating happily at the praise. Before either could say anything more the MagiKoopa turned on the spot and disappeared.

Bowser grabbed some food before finding Luigi exactly where Kamek said he’d be. The human was curled up comfortably in a recliner, there was a mug on a side table and a stack of books on another table. A blanket was thrown over his lap, he flipped the page, took a sip out of his mug and finally noticed the King watching him.

“Have you been in here all day?” The Koopa chuckled heartily, knowing the answer. “Yes! There is so much to read! I’ve mainly focused on educational books, right now I’m learning about all the different species that are here! There is so much to learn!” Luigi raved, his face gleaming passionately.

“Well, you can’t forget to eat. It’s lunchtime.” Bowser pointed out and passed the plate toward him. The King didn’t even stop to think about the fact he seemed to know that the human hadn’t eaten lunch yet.

“Already?” The plumber checked, looked at his wrist, which unhelpfully didn’t hold a watch, and the Koopa laughed at him warmly. “Yeah, I grabbed you something.” Luigi placed the book down after marking his spot, and gratefully took the food.

“Thank you.” Bowser waited for the other to finish his food before saying what was on his mind.

“So…. I'm not really sure how to ask this…. But, I was wondering if we could have dinner together more formally tonight.” The King faltered, feeling uneasy. The human blushed and looked taken by surprise.

“L-Li-like a-a da-date!?” The plumber speculated, and then immediately regretted it. Why would I even ask that!? The voice in his head hollered.

“Wha- I- no!” Bowser blushed and looked away. “I want to practice my skills during an outing with you.” The King wondered to himself; Where the hell did that come from, and why would Luigi think that!? Bowser glared a hole into the wall in his line of sight and wondered if he should be discussing this with Kamek. He grumbled under his breath.

“R-r-right. Of c-course. S-sorry.” Luigi stammered clearly embarrassed by his own outburst. “I’m going to leave you to it then. I’ll have Kamek fetch you for dinner.” The King dismissed himself, stomped to his office and called out for Kamek; the MagiKoopa popped in quickly.

“Kamek. Am I going on a date with Luigi?” Bowser felt tired, embarrassed, and aggravated. He swore to the Stars he felt like things were slipping further out of his control and he hated it.

Kamek, to his advantage, had expected this conversation from the King; thankfully. So he had the perfect response ready, or so he hoped.

“Are you, sire? I thought your goal was to woo the Princess, not him?” The MagiKoopa watched as Bowser’s face turned an interesting shade of red. The King clamped his mouth shut to keep from stuttering as he thought of his next words very carefully.

“Of course not. I only have eyes for Princess Peach.” Bowser bellowed decisively and then looked long and hard at his advisor, his face unchanged.

“Is that all, Your Majesty?” The mage queried innocently.

“No. I want you to collect Luigi for dinner and bring him to me. I have things to attend to until then.” The King huffed and left his study to go find peace away from this madness.

Kamek finally released a breath he was unaware he had been holding the whole time. That was a close one; the MagiKoopa thought and decided to busy himself with making things perfect for this dinner. The mage was astounded that Bowser had even questioned if this was a date. That certainly wasn’t Kamek’s intention, however he wasn’t going to argue with that line of thinking. The MagiKoopa thought it was a good sign.

Bowser had a hard time finding an outfit for dinner. Not that he wanted to pick something different, but in a stroke of bad luck, a Troopa had tripped and spilt something all over the King. He grumbled just glad that it wouldn’t stain, and he knew Kamek was busy with what he had requested he do. Since the soulmate mark appeared he wore plain long sleeved shirts and jeans, or shorts. Apparently though, someone somewhere was lacking on laundry because his wardrobe was unsatisfactory. The only matching clothes available was a pair of black slacks, a green undershirt, and a white, long sleeve button up. Bowser changed into that and regarded himself in the mirror, he left the button up open, and preened his hair before heading toward the dining room.

Kamek found Luigi in his room, reading a book on a recliner there. The human was in his regular outfit, and the MagiKoopa groaned internally. He announced himself and was greeted in, the mage took a pair of common clothes and shoes out.

“I can magic these to look like anything that your heart desires. What do you want to wear?” Kamek gestured with his wand toward the outfit, Luigi closed the book and set it down.

“What I’m wearing is fine. He’s just practicing for the Princess.” The human stated matter of factly and the MagiKoopa decided to try a different angle.

“Well then, why not allow yourself to dress like royalty? It's only for one night.” This caught the plumber’s attention, he lit up and jolted out of his seat.

“There is this one outfit- no never mind. It’s stupid.” Luigi deflated. He knew exactly what he wanted to wear, he could see every detail of the outfit. However, he was never really “allowed” to wear it; he wondered if Koopas’ had the same biases as humans’ did.

“Please tell me, Luigi.” Kamek fretted and the human thought; What the hell. What do I have to lose?

“There was this one.… Outfit on earth, that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. However, I could never afford it.” The plumber explained somewhat honestly. He could never afford all the bullshit that came with it, he didn’t want to bother.

“If you can sketch it, I can turn these clothes into whatever you want.” Kamek offered once more and Luigi quickly grabbed a pencil and paper. He was a decent enough artist that his mental image translated well enough onto paper. It was an elegant, button up dress with bishop sleeves. It had a collar and an asymmetrical, flowy hem. The chest had this v-neck, spaghetti strap, corset-styled addition attached. There was a bow tied in front of the waist. It was paired with a set of close-toed heels.

“The main part of the dress is green, the corset is black, I’d love gold heels, but I’m not sure how I’d work those in.” Luigi informed, waiting for Kamek to laugh, to question his taste, to do any list of the things people typically did.

“Luigi! That’s gorgeous! Hold on, I got just the thing!” The MagiKoopa jabbered and Luigi took a breath of comfort at the Koopa’s genuine nature. With a wave of his wand the plain clothes before him transformed into the sketch exactly, along with the shoes.

The mage made a privacy partition for the human to get changed quickly so he could make adjustments if need be. The plumber changed and stepped out and Kamek smiled, added some long gold earrings, and a gold bracelet. Then changed the partition into a full length mirror.

Luigi stepped in front of his reflection and almost didn’t recognize himself. He was beautiful, his fingers fell onto the golden buttons of the dress. To feel that it was real, but also because Kamek added the nice touch. The human began to cry happily.

“Luigi! Why are you crying? I’m sorry if I upset you! If you hate it, I can make anything else!” The MagiKoopa blabbered, wondering to himself if he was messing this up on both sides.

He knew that he shouldn’t meddle in the affairs of King Bowser anymore than he should in Luigi’s. They were both real people with real feelings that could really get hurt. The mage didn’t think it was that harmful, he was very careful, but ultimately that was his best excuse.

“No!” Luigi accidentally shouted. “No, I-I love it!” The human hugged Kamek tightly, and after his initial shock the MagiKoopa hugged him back.

“This is the nicest thing I’ve ever worn. I’m just feeling so happy! I can’t explain how much this means to me.” The plumber explained, wiping his tears away carefully.

“You’re quite welcome.” The mage said with a warm smile. Luigi was a good person.

Bowser tapped his claws in succession sitting at the dinner table, which was set for two. He hadn’t really been waiting that long, but he felt his impatience grow. He inhaled deeply, focusing on his breath as he did. The King heard the sound of heels clicking against the brick flooring. The world around him slowed in time as Luigi stepped in.

“Stars,” Bowser breathed, mouth agape as he scrambled to his feet. He’s gorgeous…. Wait. What?? The King finished his thoughts in the safety of his head as he found himself pulling out Luigi’s chair for him.

“That dress is gorgeous, the color looks really good on you.” The Koopa confessed mind still reeling as his mouth spilled the only coherent thoughts available.

Kamek had the pleasure of walking Luigi to Bowser. Of watching the King stumble and struggle at the sight of the human. Of hearing the younger Koopa’s compliment slip naturally from his lips to his company. It seemed that Bowser genuinely didn’t even notice that the MagiKoopa was there, and the mage made sure to leave even more quietly so as to not disturb them.

Kamek had told himself, after the internal struggle regarding messing with the lives and feelings of real people, that he’d step back and let nature take its course from here on out. He’d make sure they were both safe for a while, but that was it. And it seemed to his surprise and satisfaction that they probably had this handled. Their potential friendship was in good hands.

“T-thank you.” Luigi blushed and twirled, the dress unfurling elegantly. “I feel so pretty.” He stated, finally sitting down, and Bowser pushed his chair in and then had a seat himself.

“I’ve never really been allowed to feel pretty.” The human divulged, taking a long sip from the cool water that awaited him at the table.

“What? Why not!?” The King pried, seeming to be upset on his behalf, and the other shrugged uncomfortably. Not at Bowser’s question, but at some unpleasant memories.

“Oh, well. Where I’m from, it’s kind of frowned upon for men to wear dresses.” The plumber explained. He guessed that either the King didn’t have that mindset, or the world didn’t; either way it was a breath of fresh air.

“What? That’s so stupid! You should be allowed to wear whatever you want.” The Koopa barked; and for the first time since meeting Bowser, he felt at ease.

“Thank you! That’s exactly what I say….” Luigi trailed off, and his thoughts turned to more uncomfortable, somber ones. “But- I-I don’t even feel comfortable enough dressing like this in my own house.” He spat in unpleasantly.

“Why?” The Koopa implored, a Troopa popped in real quick and took their drink order and delivered it promptly before the human continued.

“Well my family doesn’t really “get it”. They were all super supportive when I told them that I was gay. Then, a year later, when I realized I was non-binary too, they were confused.” The plumber shook his head in aggravation, and Bowser wanted to speak up but felt it was best to let the other continue.

“I guess I can’t blame them. I mean a lot of people are confused when I explain to them that I feel “mostly male, but not completely”. I also enjoy wearing pretty things now and again; which certainly doesn’t help my case.” Luigi shared, he had never met anyone who cared enough about this particular sob story to hear him out. It felt nice to finally get it off his chest.

“What about Mario? Was- is he supportive?” Bowser questioned, and Luigi could tell that the King was asking for the human’s sake; not to gain an advantage on Mario. It made the plumber feel…. Seen, understood.

“Mario and my mom are as supportive as they can be. They just don’t understand. They didn’t really handle it the way I wanted or expected them to. The first, and last time, I wore a dress in front of my family, I got mixed reactions. My uncles were uncomfortable and made me extremely uncomfortable with a comment along the lines of, “Don’t let your grandfather see you like that”. My aunt, without looking up, said in disinterest, “Isn’t that nice dear.” like she was complimenting a child's poor drawing. My father…. He was silently seething and refused to speak, he stormed into his room and didn’t come out until the next day. He couldn’t even look at me.” Luigi fumed, gritting his teeth and snarling.

This was the first time the King had ever seen him truly angry. These people were supposed to be the human’s safe space. Luigi had told him that, “Even though my parents and family are a tad harsh. I still looked forward to seeing them after a long day because they are what made it worthwhile.”. The fact that the human had any love for these people baffled him.

“My mom and Mario said that I looked nice and were glad that I was happy. They were well-meaning, of course, but the dress didn’t fit me well. I looked frumpy, and I was uncomfortable. I did not feel pretty at all, I didn’t feel like myself.” The plumber elaborated and he looked away from Bowser.

“The dysphoria got so bad that I gave up on telling people what my preferred pronouns were. Everyone always goes for the default anyways.” Luigi tried not to let the melancholy take over. His gaze was boring a hole into the table, as his fingers traced shapes into the fabric tablecloth.

“What are your preferred pronouns?” Bowser asked, voice tender and void of judgment. The plumber finally met the King’s gaze.

“He/they.” Luigi informed him.

“I'm sorry to tell you this, but your family, they sound like idiots. Your sexual identity, as well as preference, is not meant for anyone to “get”. It’s for them to respect and love you regardless. You don’t always have to understand someone to respect them. Family included.” Bowser ranted furiously. Luigi looked at him for a moment with awe. Aside from Mario, no one had ever stood up for him so fiercely.

“You’re mostly right. I don't agree that they’re idiots. However, it could be worse. They could disown me, hate me, and kick me out. At least I still have a place to call home, and they do love me.” The plumber shrugged, leaving out the statement, “at least I have Mario and my mom.” for a few reasons. Mainly they wanted to avoid the topic of his brother when Bowser was around, the two of them were possibly gunning for the same woman. And it was nice to not talk about the Princess for a change.

“Conditionally,” The Koopa pointed out sagely. “I'm sorry that you have to settle. Like you said you deserve better. You deserve more, so much more.” He finished.

“Thank you.” The human smiled, and the Troopa from before delivered their food. They both dug in and ate in relative silence, once they had their fill the King looked at the other feeling a tad nervous.

“Would you care to walk with me through my garden?” Bowser invited and Luigi excitedly agreed.

Luigi had never seen a more beautiful, nor magical, garden in his life. There were these red and orange flowers everywhere and each one had a set of eyes on them. They looked so cute as well as lovely.

“Fire flowers.” The King whispered as if to answer the other’s unasked question. “They give you fire powers.” He added and watched the other’s amazement.

“Wowie!” The human gushed, they came to an opening with a large bench and took a seat. It was overlooking the landscape below, there were small mounds of volcanoes bubbling into rivers of lava. It was night now, the sun long gone and forgotten, and the full moon illuminating the blackened earth. The dark sky was adorned by dazzling stars and the ground by the warm glow of lava lighting the land. It was graceful, and misunderstood like a macabre painting.

“Luigi. I don’t know how else to say this but….” Bowser began, and Luigi looked into his ruby eyes which seemed more vibrant in the lighting. “I’m so sorry for everything that I have put you through, how I treated you, just everything. I know that a simple apology won’t be enough and it won’t magically fix everything that I’ve done. However, I want to continue to try and make it up to you, even though I don't even know how or where to start. At the very least, I’m going to get you back to your brother, one way or another. I’m sorry that you’re stuck with me; I know it’s not ideal." The King apologized and the plumber touched his shoulder in comfort.

“Thank you for saying all that. You’re right, being “stuck” with you isn’t perfect, but nothing is. Even gems are rocks before they are cut and polished, and it takes over a month for their hidden potential to become something remarkable.” Luigi stated proudly and Bowser just kind of looked at him dumbstruck.

“Plus, being with you isn’t all bad.” The human added as he removed his hand and the other chuckled deeply.

“Do you know why that is?” The King implored, and now it was the other’s turn to giggle. “Haha, please tell me.” The plumber grinned smugly. He was ready for the Koopa to say something like, “Because I’m the greatest!”, in all his bravado.

“Here, in this world, everyone is just who they are. There are none of those stupid biases. Definitely not in the Koopa Kingdom, and certainly not with me. I’m bi, so if you ever feel like you need someone to talk to about that stuff. Then I hope you know you can come to me.” Bowser vowed and that absolutely wasn’t at all what Luigi was expecting.

“Thank you.” The human murmured, lost for words.

The plumber felt all that weight that they had been carrying taken from their shoulders; all the heartache and loneliness that came with just being who they were. He had never voiced his concerns about his family with Mario, he never wanted to start a fight or make it an issue. He talked to Mario about everything, except his sexuality, and his gender identity. More so because his older brother was hopeless in that department, than any other reason. But to finally have someone who they could confide in, who understood, made him so happy that he began to cry.

“Why are you crying?” Bowser queried, brows raised in confusion. Had he said something wrong? He thought that the human would appreciate the statement.

“I’m a happy crier. It’s just the nicest, and most genuine, thing someone has done, or said, for me.” Luigi admitted, sniffling, and wiping his tears away. The King looked at him disbelievingly and couldn’t help but think; That’s fucked up.

“Thank you.” The human murmured. “Although I wish the circumstances were different, I’m glad we met.” They added genuinely. Once more the Koopa was left speechless.

“Oh…..” Bowser breathed trying to collect his thoughts. “Wow, really?” He questioned because, although Luigi had not lied to him yet, it seemed kind of hard to fathom that anyone would be glad to meet the fearsome King of the Koopa’s, especially someone who was his prisoner not that long ago.

“Yes.” The plumber responded sincerely. Luigi, Bowser decided, was one of the most authentic, open, and honest people that he had ever met. The human wore their heart and emotions on their sleeve and didn’t seem to care that they were easy to read. The King struggled with this information, people only ever wanted something from him when they were nice. To a degree, the Koopa did think that there was still a fifty-fifty chance that the same was true of Luigi. But, here, right now, he decided to believe Luigi, against all odds.

After both men realized how late it was they said their goodnight’s and went their separate ways. Bowser summoned Kamek and informed his advisor of Luigi’s preferred pronouns. The King requested for him to not make a big deal about it, but to discreetly update the staff as well. An ally of the Koopa Kingdom should be respected after all.

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Curled up on the sofa in his room, Luigi's eyelids grew heavy, and so too did his book. He had shared breakfast with Bowser a few hours ago, where the King informed him that Peach’s response should be in today. The warm sun crept in through the window, and the door that he had left open to hear the noises of the castle. However, today seemed to be slower than normal, and with only the occasional padding of nearby footfalls. Between the warmth, comfort, and quiet, the human found themselves nodding off. Then, just as their grip loosened on the book they had been reading and their head lolled to the side; there was a louder patter of feet skittering by quickly. Behind closed eyelids, he saw the lighting change, someone passing by the window outside of his room quickly he thought.

“He-hello?” The plumber called out nervously, now scared awake, the book dropping completely now. They picked it up from the floor and gripped it tightly, unsure if it was for comfort or if they actually thought it would suffice as a weapon. He went to the threshold and looked around for any signs of life; there were none. This hadn’t been his first time hearing odd noises, or seeing shadows in his periphery during his stay in the castle. The weird thing was that it didn’t start until after he had begun to stay in his- this, in this room.

Luigi, in the human world, believed that ghosts could be real; there was nothing to disprove the theory, even though he had never personally seen proof. However, this wasn’t his world, a fact that he still had a hard time remembering on occasion. Therefore, they began to wonder; were ghosts real here!? They’d have to ask Bowser when they saw him again.

“Luigi!” Bowser crowed energetically, appearing at his doorway as if summoned by thought.

“Bowser!” The human yelped startled at his sudden appearance and closeness. “Quick, are ghosts real here?”

“Wha- yes? There are none in my castle, however. King Boo and I have an uneasy alliance at best, but I’ve asked for him to keep his minions at his castle until called upon. They’re pesky. Why?” Bowser blinked, clearly taken off guard by the question.

“I thought I heard these footsteps in the hallway….” The plumber testified warily. He scanned the hallway once more, unsure of how else to handle this news. Ghosts…. Were real, great. The Koopa guffawed heartily at him.

“Haha, no. Boos don’t have feet. If they were here you’d hear their creepy ass laugh if anything.” The King assured and that only left the other feeling more hesitant.

“Oh…. O-okie-dokie. Must be my imagination or something. Anyway, what’s up?” Luigi prompted, remembering that Bowser had probably come here for a reason that didn’t include ghosts.

“The Princess responded! She wants to meet up as soon as possible.” The King announced. “That's great!” The human acknowledged.

“Get ready! We will have to grab lunch before we leave. We can be there by this time tomorrow if we leave now.” The Koopa instructed and Luigi looked at his outfit, they were in their original plumber’s gear.

“I’m as ready as I’m going to be. I didn’t come here with much.” The human stated matter-of-factly.

“Riiiight.” Bowser drew as if he forgot that fact in the heat of the moment. “Okay then, I guess it’s me who has to get their affairs in order.”

“I’ll pack us lunch while you do that.” The plumber offered and the other thanked him before taking off.

It didn’t take Bowser long to get all his affairs in order before leaving. He hated that he just got back home after being gone for a week, only to leave again; but this trip would be finished quickly and then he could hopefully and finally relax a bit. Once everything was in motion he boarded his more diplomatic airship with Kamek and Luigi in tow.

There was a gentle knock on the door and Luigi rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, threw the blankets to the side and opened the door to Bowser, who was holding out a cup of what smelled like coffee out to him. There were a few moments that passed between them where the human thought that he might be having a dream and accidentally stood there staring at the Koopa and the cup of coffee before the rest of him woke up and took the mug from him.

“You’re going to want to see this.” The King greeted patiently, the human nodded and followed his lead onto the deck of the ship. The plumber gasped, the sun was stretching out onto the horizon, warmly greeting hundreds of large toadstool mushrooms. The land was vibrant and lush, and so alive; a stark contrast to Bowser’s Kingdom.

“Wowie!” Luigi exclaimed in awe. “The Mushroom Kingdom?” They said in a questioning tone.

“Yes.” Bowser nodded. Luigi, without thinking, took a sip of his coffee. “Mm! This is made exactly the way I like it!” The plumber pointed out pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah, you like it darker than I would have thought. How I typically like mine.” Bowser confessed nonchalantly.

“Before breakfast? Yes. After breakfast, I like it with a little bit more cream and sugar.” The human shared and the other just nodded in understanding before they fell into a comfortable silence.

They stayed like that for a few hours watching the sunrise until their stomachs began to growl. This ship was definitely made with more luxury in mind and reminded Luigi of a cruise, not that he had ever been on one. As the duo shared breakfast the plumber had a few questions about the Mushroom Kingdom that Bowser shared with them. After eating they walked back out on deck, and Bowser excused himself real quick to tend to the crew. The plumber could not help but get flutters of excitement from being near hours away from seeing his brother for the first time in two weeks. He knew his mom would be worried sick after all this, and looked forward to seeing her as well. The King cleared his throat to gain the other’s attention.

“I uh- have a present for you.” Bowser announced from behind Luigi, sounding nervous for the first time since the human met him. “Y-you do?” The plumber checked, and the Koopa just held out this beautifully wrapped box wordlessly.

Luigi relieved the King of the present, and tore into the wrapping paper to open the box. They found the dress and heels that they had worn to dinner two nights ago. They gasped and looked to Bowser as if to ask “really?”, and as if reading their mind Bowser nodded. Luigi put the gift down and put his arms around the King in a heartfelt embrace. Bowser stood shocked still for a moment before falling into the other’s arms, and hugging Luigi back.

“Oh Bowser. Th-thank you!” The human stuttered not even realizing that he had referred to Bowser without the honorary title. He released the Koopa and picked up the box once more, he traced the fabric of the dress in disbelief.

“S’nothing.” The King blushed looking away and scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I had Kamek add pockets so that way you could wear it whenever, not just to dinner.” He added and the other smiled at him brightly.

“That’s so thoughtful. You’re starting to become a better friend.” The plumber divulged and the Koopa’s attention snapped to the other. “You think of me as your friend??” Bowser blurted, feeling gobsmacked.

“Yeah, I suppose I do.” Luigi answered simply as if the statement didn’t just turn the King’s whole world upside down.

More flowers sprouted and bloomed on scales and skin.

The airship landed and Luigi was practically vibrating with excitement, a knapsack of the few pairs of clothing he had gained during the trip, dress included, on his back. They were near a bridge that led to a huge pristine castle. There were these mushroom folks with spears at ease, a human Princess with long blonde hair and a pink ball gown, and most importantly, Mario. Once docked and unloaded Luigi and Mario bound to another and crashed together in a tight hug; both sobbing happily.

“Fratello mio, mi sei mancato così tanto. Sono contento che tu stia bene. Sono così felice di rivederti. [My brother, I missed you so much. I'm glad you're okay. I’m so happy to see you again.]” Mario fretted holding onto his brother for dear life.

“Oh, Mario. Dio, mi sei mancato così tanto. [Oh, Mario. God, I've missed you so much.]” Luigi cried, shoulders sagging in relief. Once they released one another the younger twin joined Mario at, who he presumed was, Peach’s side. Bowser noted that fondly that the two were twins, he previously had no idea but it made sense now why the two held such a strong bond.

“Why a truce King Bowser, why now?” Princess Peach was the first to break the silence and get straight to business.

“Well,” The King drew, “Thanks to my new friend here, I realized that I don’t have to inherit the war my parents left behind. A sentiment that I hope you can understand and agree with.” He answered genuinely. The Koopa decided to take a leaf out of Luigi’s book for this interaction. The human’s honesty had gone a long way for him it seemed, and Bowser hoped it could do the same for him.

Kamek stood by the King’s side, sometime after sending the letter to Peach Bowser had finally informed the MagiKoopa that he did indeed want to try for a peace treaty. Bowser had asked for the mage to be there, but warned him to only speak up if something seemed amiss or unfair. Otherwise he’d be called on for council.

“Yes, I can very much understand and agree with that. However you probably know that I’m skeptical, to say the least. Correct?” The Princess cautioned and she seemed very strong willed.

“Shall we discuss your conditions of this truce? Within reason I’m sure we can come to an agreement.” The Koopa declared without a hint of aggravation at the other’s statement.

“What is your end goal with this truce?” Peach started with what she felt was the most important question.

“To form a permanent peace treaty between our Kingdoms.” Although Luigi had been expecting that was the end goal, to hear Bowser admit it, out loud, with the company currently surrounding them, it shocked him. He wasn’t the only one surprised it seemed, the red clad plumber’s mouth had fallen open, and the blonde blinked in astonishment.

“That’s it?” The Princess checked, carefully watching for any signs of deceit. “That’s it. I swear.” Bowser vowed.

“I’m going to want to ensure your intentions are true. As part of the temporary truce both of us must withdraw any troops from the territory and refrain from any attacks or unsavory actions.” Princess Peach instructed.

“Done.” The King nodded and looked to Kamek in a silent signal. Peach took a moment to process the fact that Bowser had immediately agreed.

“No trading, or any other political actions or favors until the truce has been completed.” The Princess continued once more watching the King who had seemed entirely at peace with the unfolding events.

“Understandably.” The Koopa responded briskly.

“After a month, we can have a diplomatic meeting on the next step.” Peach recommended, her unease never leaving her tone or stance. “Agreed.” Bowser conceded.

“You really don’t have anything you want to add to the truce?” The Princess confirmed.

“No. I would like to request that we each have partial access to each other’s Kingdoms. For visitation purposes only.” The Koopa appealed with a smile.

“Visitation purposes?” Peach repeated in an uncertain tone, and her eyes glanced at Mario for just a second.

“Yes, I want you to feel comfortable enough to visit me in my Kingdom, and for me to be able to visit you and Luigi in yours.” The King explained, and Luigi felt his cheek warm up in a light blush.

“Princess Peach….” Mario interrupted in a warning tone and the Princess snapped to the older twin.

“Mario.” Peach gritted out in a stern tone. Bowser tried very hard to steal his face from the smug victory he felt. The green-clad plumber saw the corner of the King’s lips twitch in that satisfied grin; they weren’t sure if he should snicker or shake their head.

“I suppose if that is your only stipulation, then I can meet that. But we must find a way for us to warn each other before our visit.” Princess Peach agreed and Mario grumbled under his breath.

“Certainly, I’m sure you don’t want your privacy invaded anymore than I want mine. Kamek?” Bowser turned to his advisor and the MagiKoopa removed something from his robes and passed it to the King. It was a pearlescent pink-purple crystal ball, maybe the size of a tennis ball.

“A Crystal Communicator. Tap once and you have a brief window, about two minutes, to speak the name of the person who you want to get a hold of. That person has to tap it to accept the call. Tap twice and it’ll end communication. It’ll project the caller on either end and distance won’t cause an issue.” Kamek educated her, as Bowser passed the device to the Princess.

“Very well then. When should I expect to see you again?” Peach queried and Bowser’s grin grew predatory.

“You can expect me back in a week from now, if that’s alright?” The King predicted with all his charm.

“I’ll expect to see you in a week from now. Until then, farewell King Bowser.” The Princess curtseyed.

“See you in a week it is then Princess Peach. Luigi.” Bowser bowed politely back to Peach, and then Luigi in turn. The younger twin blushed and then interjected as the Koopa turned to leave.

“W-wait!” Luigi called after Bowser, feeling his embarrassment grow, face heating up as he closed the distance between him and the King.

“I’m proud of you.” Luigi whispered discreetly, touching Bowser’s arm as their eyes danced in each other’s gaze. Both men blushed fiercely, the King felt his whole face grow hot.

“Luigi?” Mario asserted, interrupting their moment. “I’ll be right there Mario.” Luigi promised, feeling a tad aggravated.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell them about-” Luigi mouthed to the King and patted him on the arm once as an unspoken explanation.

“Thank you. For everything.” The Koopa murmured, almost forgetting they had an audience. Bowser refused to admit that the human’s words made him swoon. Both from Luigi telling him that he is proud of him, and from feeling them. There was an echo of pride and fondness, it was overwhelming and intoxicating in the best way; Bowser’s tail betrayed him and swished happily.

“Don’t forget to check your pockets later, after I leave.” The King instructed and the man nodded curtly and started heading back to their brother.

“Yes Mario?” Luigi prompted, now back in the circle of the Mushroom Kingdom inhabitants. “What was that about?” Mario glared concerned and looked between his twin brother and the Koopa as he receded.

“Don’t be mad, but… I forgot the tool bag in the castle…. I asked him if he could bring it next time, as long as he remembers.” The younger twin fibbed, they actually had accidentally forgotten the tool bag, but that wasn’t what they told Bowser. He wasn’t ready to share the conversation with his brother right away.

“Oh, okay.” The red-clad plumber looked skeptical but took his brother’s word for it.

Kamek was astounded that the negotiations went over so smoothly, that Bowser easily agreed with everything the Princess wanted and took it with grace. That he was honest and actually opened up to her and around other people. The MagiKoopa had overheard the conversation between the King and Luigi, and then Luigi and his brother. He made a mental note to make sure the human’s tool bag was in tow for their next trip.

Bowser boarded the airship on auto pilot, his face slowly cooling down from the earlier blush. He held onto that feeling of pride and fondness, he let it echo through him like ripples on the surface of the water. The King played Mario’s defeated look on repeat to make himself snicker, and Peach-

“Did you see how much of a good mediator my soon-to-be-fiancée is? She’s fiery! She’ll make an excellent Queen!” Bowser sighed content, today had been one of the best days he had in a while.

“I did Your Majesty.” Kamek acknowledged, unable to put any real feeling into his words. The King didn’t seem perturbed by the MagiKoopa’s mood as they set off for the castle.

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“Luigi, are you really okay?” Mario checked the moment Bowser’s ship undocked and began to leave.

“I really am okie-dokie,” Luigi promised with a kind but tired smile.

“What was it like being with that monster?” Princess Peach interjected and the green-clad plumber felt himself bristle.

“He's not a monster.” The younger twin bit out, and both Mario and Peach looked at them shocked by their tone. Luigi pinched the bridge of his nose and inhaled deeply giving himself a moment of reprieve.

“Sorry Princess Peach, Mario. Listen, I don’t know about you guys but it’s been a very long two weeks for me. And I really haven’t had any time to fully process everything that’s happened. So what I need, Mario, is time.” The younger twin turned fully to his brother. “Then, tomorrow, I promise you can ask me whatever you want and talk to me about; but it can wait until then.” Luigi decreed; it was hardly past lunch time but he knew he needed to decompress.

“All right, Luigi.” Mario clapped his brother on the back and shot the Princess a worried look. “Let me show you where we are staying for now.” He led Luigi to a quaint little house on the outskirts of the Mushroom Kingdom.

The house had two bedrooms, and a bathroom and a half, Luigi liked the setup. It reminded him of a cottage and he had his own room, which was a change from the human world where he had to share a bunk bed with Mario. It was kind of weird that this place was nicer than the home they lived at in Brooklyn, yet it still seemed bare. There was no life, the walls were not covered in pictures, the shelves bare of knickknacks, and it smelled stiff.

Mario showed Luigi to his room and wished him a good night, both promising that they’d talk later. Luigi closed the door behind him, got down to his boxers, and fell face-first onto the bed. They groaned long and drawn out into the pillow, flipped over, and inspected their soulmate mark. It had grown even more since the trip to Yoshi Island, he only knew what the Bowser had shared with him about the magic of this tether so Luigi chalked the development up to the time they had spent together. Luigi considered the King a friend now so, of course, the bond would evolve, and of course, the tattoo-like mark would reflect that.

Luigi was seriously considering passing out and sleeping the remainder of the day away in order to relax, but a curiosity burned his mind awake. They picked up their clothes on the floor and checked the pockets; nothing. Hm, weird. The plumber began to put his bag of clothes away in the bureau and closet. He hung the dress up and then recalled Bowser’s words. He ran his hands down either side of the dress, and there was something in each pocket.

Luigi checked the right one first, his fingers touched the distinct feeling of cool, smooth stone or glass. They plucked the item from the dress and looked in wonder, it was one of the crystal communicators that the King had also gifted Peach. The younger twin was suddenly very glad for the privacy of the room as he felt his whole face light up in a blush. They set the communicator down on the bedside table, it had a stand with it to hold it up, and they returned to the dress.

Luigi slipped his hand into the second pocket and he took what looked like a leather pouch out that had some decent weight to it. He opened the pouch and took a small note from it.

“I don’t want to hear any bullshit from you. You will accept this, and that is the end of it. -B”

Luigi chuckled to himself at the note, his laughter faltering as he peered into the purse and saw a generous amount of gold coins. They gasped and looked closer, Luigi had never seen so much gold in one place in their life. At least not in his hands. He knew what he’d do with it, but for now, he’d put it away and take a long nap.

Mario waited for a few hours at the house while Luigi slept, but when the older twin finally felt like his counterpart was going nowhere, he decided to give Peach a quick visit.

“I’m worried about Luigi Princess. Between what you’ve told me about King Bowser, and how he’s acting, I’m just a little concerned.” Mario wrung his hands nervously, feeling comfort in talking with Peach.

“Understandably. If you need anything, Mario, let me know.” Peach offered and he thanked her. They spent time together through dinner, and the red-clad plumber made sure to bring a helping home for his brother.

Luigi sat stiffly up, his body sore from hours in bed, he dressed himself in a clean copy of his plumber’s outfit tucked the bag of gold safely in his pocket, and took a deep breath. They heard Mario in the kitchen and prepared for a difficult conversation. The younger twin stepped out and Mario handed him a mug of hot tea, something he only drank when he was feeling ill. They took a seat on the porch, Mario with a cup of coffee and Luigi with the tea and they drank in silence together before the older twin spoke up.

“Feel better?” The red-clad twin asked. Luigi noted that the clothing was much more well-worn than his, it looked like the man had washed it many times in the last two weeks.

“I will feel even better once we’re home. That aside, yes, very much.” The younger twin complained and Mario made a face and decided to change the subject.

“Did King Bowser hurt you?” Mario looked at his twin very closely, there were no marks, no sign of malnutrition. In fact, Luigi looked exactly like himself. “No.” The younger twin confirmed.

“What did happened?” Mario inquired and Luigi felt like the majority of the truth would be best. He still wasn’t ready to share the little nugget about the soulmate mark, not until he knew what was between Mario and Peach. Love made you do crazy, stupid things; and Luigi would hate to push himself into the love triangle that was between Mario, Peach, and Bowser.

“He held me prisoner for the first week. He threatened me for information about you, and it was generally scary.” Luigi started and took a deep breath remembering how terrifying Bowser could be.

“Oh, my God, Luigi!” Mario cried and touched his brother’s shoulder in comfort. “Let me finish.” The younger twin reprimanded and Mario shot him an apologetic look.

“You’re right, sorry.” The red-clad plumber smiled sheepishly and gestured for the other to continue.

“Then someone tried to hurt me, really hurt me. But he saved me. At his expense, he stopped them, and he saved me. I know you might think he’s a monster, but he’s not. Because he cares about his prisoners, and whether or not they eat; myself included. He cared enough about my life to save me; and after that, I wasn’t a prisoner. I was welcome to roam freely, he began treating me better, and he apologized for his behavior.” Luigi shared and wondered how much more information they should add, and how Mario would take it.

“Are you sure he didn’t just do that to, ya know, get on your good side? To get to the Princess.” Mario asked skeptically. Luigi was unsurprised that Mario jumped to that conclusion. “I’m sure. He’s not really the “long con” kind of guy anyway. Too impatient.” It was weird to Luigi that they had no doubt in his response. “Plus w-we’re friends.” The younger twin added looking away, feeling silly and a bit childish.

“Why wait a week then? To bring you back.” Mario argued and Luigi couldn’t really go into detail about that yet, so he went with the most obvious answer. “He couldn’t just pop into Princess Peach's land without warning. It would start a war!” Luigi pointed out and the other tsked.

“But a whole week, Luigi!?” Mario said impatiently, crossing his arms and huffing.

“Sometimes these things just take time, Mario!” Luigi felt his aggravation begin to get the best of him, he knew what he needed to say to drive the point home.

“Why didn’t you come to rescue me immediately after finding out where I was?? Because I have a feeling you’ve known for a while now!!” The green-clad plumber accused and watched as Mario looked away guilty and was left speechless.

“Exactly!” Luigi exclaimed. “Now I’m not mad at you, really I’m not. I’m okay, but as I said, it’s not always an overnight solution.” The younger twin finished his rant and Mario didn’t quite seem satisfied with the conversation.

“Okay. Let’s say I believe he’s sincere, mainly because I trust you, not him. Even still, that “friendship” was- is toxic as fuck Luigi.” Mario spelled out and Luigi sagged. “I’m not going to deny that, but he wants to change. He is genuinely trying to, I don’t want to discredit that.” The younger knew that he saw it, now all Bowser had to do was keep trying.

“Plus it’s not going to matter. We are going home.” Luigi implored and Mario gave him a guilty look. “I kind of like it here, I’d like to stay a little longer,” Mario informed and Luigi had to kind of agree with that statement. There was something wondrous about this world, and if what Bowser said was true, it was free of those biases that sometimes clutched Luigi too tightly.

“Is it because of the Princess?” Luigi teased, nudging his older brother with a comically raised eyebrow. “N-no!” Mario stammered.

“Mmhm. Suuure.” Luigi said disbelievingly. “But okay. Can we please go home for a few days and at least see Ma? Plus I know we need some clothes.” The younger twin argued. “Agreed. What are we going to tell them? We’ve been gone for two weeks.” Mario pondered and rubbed his face in worry. The red-clad plumber had never been good at lying.

“Let me handle that. Just go along with what I say.” Luigi assured his brother. They finished their drinks and Mario shared his tales with Luigi. The younger twin could tell that his brother had a serious crush on the Princess and thought that he should wait before sharing more sensitive information regarding the Koopa King.

Luigi had some time to reflect on what they would tell their family about their absence because there was no way in hell that anyone would believe the truth. Plus, even if they did, humans had a way of ruining nice things, and the twins agreed that their world wasn’t ready for a world filled with real magic. The plumbers hesitated before opening the door, but they called out once they did.

“Ma! We’re home!” Mario was brave enough to volunteer and be the first one through the threshold.

“Mario?! Luigi!?” Their mom answered clearly distressed but relieved. She rounded the corner and melted at the sight of her boys, and then her face changed to a more stern one. Both grown men internally swore knowing what was coming next.

“You scared me to death!! You better have a good explanation for this! Two weeks with no phone calls, no letters, no signs of life. Nothing!!” Their mom reprimanded them in Italian, took both boys by their ears, and dragged them into the kitchen where she was starting lunch. The twins wincing and feeling all of five-years-old again.

“Well!” She prompted in English, eyebrows raised in irritated urgency.

“So, Mario and I bagged a big job in the hoity-toity part of town in this big house.” Luigi started and as if on cue Mario joined in. “You should have seen how nice their house was Ma! Real fancy.” The older twin chirped.

“The couple needed a simple leak fixed. But they had this territorial dog and we accidentally pissed it off.” Their mom glared at Luigi for his language but didn’t interrupt.

“It tried to attack us and in a series of unbelievable events we made a real mess of the bathroom and the dog.” The green-clad plumber recalled and shivered not wanting to relive those events; more from the pure embarrassment that they had made of themselves.

“I’ve never seen a golden retriever so soaked to the bone!” Mario claimed and chuckled heartily.

“Well, the couple was nice enough to want to give us another shot, just not with them. They hooked us up with another job far from town and we jumped at the opportunity.” Luigi fibbed and looked at his brother.

“Yeah, glad we did too,” Mario stated, trying to keep his voice from sounding unsure. “Well, the new job was with this woman who basically lives in a castle and owns an estate! She did a working interview with Mario and me and wanted us to get to work right away.” Luigi explained, still trying to stay close enough to the truth.

“Why no calls, or messages!?” Their mother barked critically, finishing up lunch.

“There is no service for miles, and she doesn’t have Wi-Fi. Says she’s “too busy for the internet”. But the pay is so good, Ma! The sign-on bonus alone.” Luigi whistled lowly in emphasis as they remembered the gold Bowser gave him. He wondered if Mario had earned anything while with Peach.

“She’s providing us housing too,” Mario added and this made their mom gleam.

“Oh, my boys! What did I tell you!? Good things will come to those who work hard!!” She babbled, forgetting her anger. “Pa! The boys are back!!” She hollered up at the ceiling. Luigi tapped his mom on the shoulder and gave her a big hug.

“I missed you so much. I’m sorry we were gone for so long.” Luigi apologized, beginning to feel choked up.

“Oh, Luigi. It’s okay. Just please don’t do that to your poor Mama again.” Their mother said in a kind and understanding voice. “Mario and I want to go back, but I’ll make sure we visit at least once a week,” Luigi vowed, arms still wrapped tightly around his mother.

“Such a good son, come here Mario, so are you. I’m so proud of you boys.” Their mother cooed. Mario fell into the hug and like that both boys felt safe and warm. Luigi struggled to fend off the emotions welling up, threatening to spill over.

At lunch, the whole family gathered around the table listening animatedly to the retelling of the angry dog story in more detail. Mario repeated the story very well and everybody was entertained before going their separate ways. Luigi was able to talk Mario into staying for at least two nights.

“You know I would understand if you didn’t want to go back, right?” Mario disclosed once the two were alone in their shared room.

“Don’t kid yourself. As long as we’re together.” Honestly, even though Luigi would miss seeing his family every day, the idea of this new adventure was too exciting to let go of at the moment. Now that they knew how to get back and forth from the Mushroom Kingdom, the green-clad plumber had little reservation about going back.

“Nothing can hurt us.” Mario finished clapping their hands together in a high five, and then pulling his younger twin into a one-armed hug.

“Plus, did you really think I was gonna let you have a whole house to yourself!” Luigi accused him in jest and Mario chuckled.

“There’s just some things I want to do while we’re here,” Luigi explained already planning out his days. Tomorrow he would spend the day doing some running around, which included shopping, and then pack for them to leave the following morning.

Mario and Luigi enjoyed dinner with their family and Mario turned in for the night. Meanwhile, Luigi decided to take a shower before getting dressed in pajamas. He locked the bathroom door behind him, removed his shirt, and inspected the soulmate mark. It was still there, as fresh and clear as it had been in the Mushroom and Koopa Kingdom. Well, that solved one of their mysteries. They wondered if the sympathy pains traveled across the different worlds as well. At the current moment, he felt happy, and content; but then again, things had seemed to be more at peace within himself since Bowser began to change.

The following morning Luigi woke up before Mario had breakfast, and was ready to start his day. Admittedly, he didn’t have much on his to-do list, but all of it was important. First, they stopped at a pawnshop and exchanged their gold for cash, and just as they thought, Bowser’s gift was more money than they had ever imagined. He stopped at a bank after that and was greeted by the clerk.

“How may I help you sir?” A woman with short blonde hair asked in a friendly tone. “I’d like to make an anonymous donation toward a mortgage please,” Luigi informed the teller and she began to pull out some paperwork.

“Sure thing sir, please fill out the loaner’s information and the deposit slip, which has the remaining balance on it. Let me know if you have any questions or need assistance.” She instructed Luigi, handing them everything he needed.

“I will, thanks.” Luigi filled out the paperwork, which was simple enough, and looked at the remaining balance of his parents' mortgage. There was a significant amount left, but not more than what Luigi had on hand. They turned in the paperwork and counted out the cash to the teller, who was clearly trying to steal their face from the surprise of so much money on hand. Luigi viciously told himself that it had nothing to do with the fact that he was still dressed as a common plumber and everything to do with the amount of money he had.

“Can you make sure that this couple gets the letter that their house is paid off by tomorrow morning?” The younger twin requested.

“Of course, sir.” The clerk smiled genuinely and Luigi left with a new bank account and card, as well as the knowledge that his parents were now debt-free.

After that he went shopping, making sure to purchase more long-sleeved outfits, they got some house decor as well. Back at the house Luigi packed up and saw that Mario’s bags were ready to go. The green-clad plumber couldn’t help but feel bittersweet that he would be away from home for a week even though he was excited about this new chapter in his life.

The next morning the twins woke up for breakfast, planning to leave shortly after that, there was just one thing that Luigi wanted to make sure was taken care of before they could. Their father was at the table reading the newspaper, and their mom just came in from fetching the mail.

“Pa! There’s one from the bank, you paid our mortgage on time didn’t you?” Their mother reprimanded, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Of course. Might be something else.” Their father ventured, placing the newspaper down, but not leaving his spot.

“I pray that it’s not the interest rates going up again!” She opened the letter, unfolded it, and drank her coffee as she read. Luigi watched as her eyes grew larger, and she went to put her coffee cup down, but it slipped from her grip and shattered on the floor instead.

“What! What is it!?” Their father asked with more urgency. “Ma?” Mario pressed anxiously.

“It’s a miracle!” Their mother exclaimed, and Luigi perked up. “What's a miracle Mama? Don’t leave us hanging.” The younger twin insisted, feeling secondhand relief and bliss from his mother.

“The house has been paid off!” Their mother explained as if she didn’t believe it herself. “What?” Mario and their dad said in unison.

“Really?” Luigi checked, trying to keep his face straight.

“Oh thank God! We could finally retire now, Pa!” Their mother gushed now crying tears of joy. “Or at least work a whole lot less!” Their father added guffawing.

The twins stuck around as their family held a little celebration, Luigi felt like it was the perfect send-off before Mario and he started this new adventure. Once Mario and Luigi returned to their temporary home in the Mushroom Kingdom Luigi was kind of excited to set up his stuff and get settled in. Mario, on the other hand, wanted to wait to unpack so he could tell the Princess he was back. After some well-meaning teasing, Luigi shooed him out the door to have the house to himself.

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There wasn’t much left of this week before Bowser would return, and Peach ended up actually employing the men for their plumbing services. The work was honest and certainly kept them busy, and before they knew it, it was time for Bowser’s first visit. Luigi and Mario had just finished their day of work, Luigi was the first one in and out of the shower. He was now relaxing in his room reading a book as Mario took his turn with the shower.

“Luigi?” A familiar voice spoke into the silence of his room, and Luigi snapped the book shut, sitting up and looked toward the origin of the voice. It was the crystal ball that Bowser had secretly gifted him.

“Bowser?” They asked back, touching the crystal. “Excellent! I see you checked the pockets just as I had suggested!” A projection of the King’s head appeared in the human’s room.

“Yes, I checked both pockets. Thank you.” Luigi assured him politely with a smile.

“Think nothing of it. I’ll be arriving in the Mushroom Kingdom within the hour. Do you think you could help me with something?” The Koopa requested, seeming to be in a good mood.

“Uh, sure. Where do you want to meet me?” The human was surprised that Bowser was actually talking to them, let alone asking for help.

“I’ll pick you up outside your house if that’s okay?” The King wondered and Luigi shrugged, ignoring the light blush he felt on his cheeks. It was just the way the invitation felt more intimate then it was, being picked up at his house like he was a teenager all over again, going on a date.

“I don’t see why not. I’ll wait outside.” Luigi agreed and the call ended. He shook himself back to reality, changed out of pajamas, and took his book to the outside porch. Thankfully their house was in a more remote location so Bowser’s ship was able to dock without an issue. The human placed the book down and walked toward Bowser, who waved them aboard.

“I need your opinion on something! I think I have the perfect gift for Princess Peach!” The King revealed excitedly and Luigi had to chuckle at his energy. “Oh? What is that?” The human pondered and the Koopa just gestured for the other to accompany him.

“Just follow me.” The King instructed him, leading Luigi into his quarters. There was a grand piano in Bowser‘s room, his bed was shoved all the way to one side; it seemed cramped at best.

“I wrote her a song!” Bowser exclaimed, unveiling the surprise dramatically. Luigi raised a brow silently, that made much more sense than gifting the piano itself but he was curious about the song.

“Well. Let’s hear it.” Luigi prompted and sat on Bowser’s bed only to immediately stand back up and decide to stay that way. Bowser grinned, unaware of the human’s embarrassment, and sat at the piano begging to play a slow tune.

Luigi, thinking that this was an elaborate prank, began to laugh heartily; and then stopped at the look on Bowser’s face. It definitely wasn’t a joke, he was dead serious, and the King looked torn between anger and embarrassment. The human wasn’t sure what to do, they were prepared for the other to blow a gasket, they felt his anger and it made him nervous. Bowser’s gaze seared into Luigi’s, he took a deep breath, and then another; repeating the exercise until he calmed himself.

“I-I’m so sorry. I-I d-didn’t realize you w-were serious.” The human blurted and then covered his mouth understanding that his admittance wasn’t making things much better.

“My feelings for Peach. Are. Not. A. Joke.” The King bit out, smoke billowing from his nostrils as he remained seated. Bowser wasn’t as angry as he let on, hearing Luigi’s real laugh melted the heat of his rage.

“O-of c-course not.” The plumber agreed, nodding quickly. “Just, there are a few things that- but I don’t know if you still want my opinion. I’m sorry, I do like your singing voice though. I could hear the emotion in it.” They rattled and then clamped their mouth shut wanting to disappear. Great job Luigi, he’s really trying and you're laughing in his face; he reprimanded himself harshly.

“I’m listening.” The Koopa prompted impatiently, his claws tapping in succession on the wood of the piano; his gaze still locked on the man. Luigi noted that not only had Bowser remained calm but he had practiced the breathing technique that they had shown him.

“It might be too soon for a confession. You still haven’t gotten to know her, and she hasn’t been able to get to know you. Plus you might want to put a little more thought into it, and start small.” Luigi instructed and thought for sure he might have overstepped if the pregnant pause was anything to go by.

“What do you recommend?” Bowser finally asked and Luigi felt himself calming down.

“Flowers, chocolate, dinner, or a stroll. You need to have a conversation with her that’s not political. Start there.” The human listed, and the King nodded.

Mario got out of the shower and called good night to his brother, he didn’t respond. He didn’t think that his brother had fallen asleep so fast, he tried again and got no response again. The older twin tried his door, it was open and Luigi wasn’t inside. Mario felt a flicker of anxiety, and he checked the porch. The book Luigi had been reading was on the end table out here.

The older twin looked around and noticed Bowser’s ship parked on the lawn, this did nothing for Mario’s anxiety. Luigi was probably getting the tool box, the red-clad plumber disagreed with their whole “friendship”. He just didn’t understand it, Bowser had been so cruel to him and now everything was fine. It didn’t sit right with Mario, but he’d keep it to himself, for now; Luigi could make his own decisions.

Mario went inside, deciding to lay down with his bedroom door open. He didn’t want to seem like he was waiting up for his brother, but he did want to make sure he came home safe. He took a deep breath and told himself once more that; Luigi was safe, and he could make his own decisions.

Bowser and Luigi had spent some time together discussing conversations that he could have with the Princess. Before it was too late they both said their goodbyes, Bowser insisting to walk Luigi to his door, and gave them their tool box back. Luigi chuckled but went along with it, grabbed his book along the way and turned in for the night.

Luigi looked into his closet longingly, his attention drifting from a light sweater to the dress that Bowser had gifted him. They hadn’t put it on since wearing it the first time, which was a shame. The human told himself that he didn’t want to wear it because he didn’t want to seem like he was dressing up for Bowser.

A week had passed since the King shared his song with Luigi, and had his first outing with Peach. Bowser had made plans to see Luigi the day before seeing Peach, just as he had before. The plans were for them to go shopping for Peach together. So if anything Luigi would be dressing up for himself.

No, the truth was, they didn’t want to wear the dress because of Mario. Luigi hated himself for that, he knew his brother supported him and loved him. He did. It was just that the first time wearing one had been so uncomfortable and traumatic, that they never wanted to go through that again. The younger twin settled on the sweater.

“Luigi? Are you ready?” Bowser’s voice echoed from the crystal orb in his room. Luigi jumped realizing that he hadn’t moved at all, and was still clad in boxers in front of his closet.

“Five minutes please!” Luigi squeaked and then covered himself with his arms remembering that the crystal was probably projecting him shirtless. They quickly threw on the light green sweater and dark blue jeans, and then met up with Bowser by his ship. Mario wasn’t even home, Luigi realized all too late, and decided to not share that information with Bowser.

Bowser and him walked through the market as the King animatedly recalled the conversation between him and Peach. The Koopa didn’t quote the Princess word-for-word on what they did share, but it was more out of respect for her privacy. Overall both men agreed it was a successful night.

“I think after our conversation, I have a few ideas what the Princess likes, but you have a good taste in human fashion so I was hoping that you could help me.” Bowser explained as they walked down the street, Luigi smiled genuinely at the compliment. The market was bustling with life, and it reminded them of home a little bit.

“I figured as much when you told me we were going shopping for the Princess.” The plumber laughed and Bowser glared with no feeling, both men feeling light and carefree.

“Let’s stop here first. They look like they have a good selection.” Luigi touched the other’s arm to gain his attention. The King was surprised by how casually and openly the man was touching him, even if it was innocent. He hoped that Peach would do that one day soon.

They strolled into the shop and Luigi pointed out a dress they had on display. It was an elegant but simple, pink, floral day dress. Bowser picked out a pair of white pumps to go with it, and the human congratulated him on his taste. They were browsing the remaining sections, when Luigi saw it.

A green floral dress covered in tiny white flowers. It had puffy, long sleeves, and a ruffled hem. The collar was styled in that squared neck cut that Luigi was always fond of, along with the scrunchy material on the chest itself. It was elegant and flowy, definitely made for a day out or a vacation. He felt the material in between his fingers, it was so soft.

“Get it.” Bowser recommended Luigi from behind, making him jump. “You clearly want it, why don’t you get it?” The King inquired when the human gave him a puzzled but surprised look.

“Oh. I-I don’t know.” The plumber faltered nervously and the Koopa rolled his eyes.

“At least try it on.” Bowser quipped and Luigi supposed it wouldn’t hurt anything to just try it on. They nodded and the King plucked their size in the dress off the rack. The human didn’t even think to ask him how he knew, and bounded to the dressing room outfit in hand. The plumber folded his clothes in the corner and changed into the dress, it fit like a glove and the hem fell to his knees. This was a mistake, now he was in love and didn’t want to take it off.

“Well? Are you going to show me or not?” Bowser asked from outside the dressing room. Luigi smoothed down the dress subconsciously and stepped out.

“What did I tell you! You have impeccable taste! You should get it.” The King complimented heartily and the human blushed.

“I spent all the gold you gave me on my parents….” The plumber admitted not meeting his eyes.

“Whatever for?” The Koopa questioned curiously, not seeming to be upset.

“To pay off their house.” Luigi admitted still not meeting the other’s gaze. “Please don’t tell anyone; I did it anonymously.” They added scuffing their socks against the floor nervously.

“Excuse me.” Bowser called out to a nearby associate and a toad approached them, and looked at Bowser skeptically. “Yes sir?” The toad acknowledged pleasantly enough.

“How much is that dress that they’re wearing?” The King implored, pointing to Luigi who reeled for a moment eyes snapped back to the Koopa. Bowser….. he used my pronouns, the plumber swooned to himself. The toad actually looked at the human now, and it was almost as if they had seen him for the first time.

“Oh my, that dress looks so lovely on you. It really compliments your shape. I can see how much you love it,” The assistant voiced genuinely. “For them, I’d do a discount.” The clerk finished and the King walked over to the counter and checked out with them. The associate offered a bag for the spare clothes and Luigi took it gratefully.

“Here.” Bowser said, passing a box over to Luigi. “To go with the dress.” He explained as the human opened it to see wedge sandals.

The plumber slipped the shoes on, and fixed them to his feet, placing his old ones in the bag. They twirled, and the skirt of the dress spun around them. He giggled and lit up, his brilliant smile gleaming.

“Bowser, thank you so much.” Luigi croaked, and hugged Bowser openly. The King was taken by surprise once more, but fell into the plumber’s embrace. Bowser had to admit that it was a nice change to have someone so openly touching him, although he’d never admit it; the King was a bit touch starved.

“I'm beginning to realize that you always think of other people. Do you ever think about yourself?” The Koopa questioned with no malice. “I did buy myself some more long sleeve shirts with the leftover money, and home décor!” The plumber professed like it was a big deal, and Bowser groaned.

“That sounds more like stuff you needed. What about stuffing you wanted? The King theorized and the human remained quiet. “This is what’s going to happen, you are going to pick out some more clothes that you want, and if I think you are holding back on me then I’ll just buy you whatever I want for you.” He warned and the other sputtered.

“I’m pretty sure that people don’t use gifts as a punishment!?” Luigi pointed out a tad hysteric.

“Yeah well they don’t have a selfless, amazing, but repressed friend who seems to think that letting himself feel good is some sort of crime!” Bowser argued and Luigi felt like they fell a few steps down the stairs. There was a lot to unpack in that statement, which made his heart skip a beat, but the plumber realized that the King was right.

“I did stop myself from wearing that dress today.….” The human trailed off not really talking to anyone in particular, and the Koopa shot them a smug look. “Why did you decide to not wear the dress?” Bowser asked once they began walking again.

“It’s stupid. I didn’t wear it because of Mario. I know that he supports and loves me. But it’s just- the way that my family, Mario and my mom aside, looked at me the first time.” The human shivered, but it had nothing to do with the gorgeous weather.

“Like you were different, a freak maybe?” The King offered and the statement made the plumber hug himself.

“Wanna see something funny?” The Koopa raised an eyebrow and the other nodded quietly, confused by the non sequitur. Bowser made an angry face, hunched down just a bit, and blew smoke from his nostrils. The toads on the busy walkway gave him a wide berth, they certainly weren’t screaming, but they were avidly avoiding the Koopa King. Each one looked petrified, Luigi thought he appeared a tad ridiculous.

“Bowser!” The plumber reprimanded, playfully swatting him.

“The truth is all these Toads, as well as others, see me as a monster, a beast, a freak; just because I’m different. I had to learn to get used to it, to not give a fuck. You should try that, stop giving a fuck and do what makes you happy.” Bowser pointed out and Luigi realized he had a point.

“What makes you different, also makes you special, and I wouldn’t want that to change. I wouldn’t want you to change, or hide who you are.” The King finished his rant, they had stopped nearby a storefront and the plumber looked at him in wonder. Luigi wasn’t sure how to feel about Bowser’s words, they had surely touched his heart and were undoubtedly genuine; but he found himself speechless regardless.

The two men continued to enjoy each other’s company while they shopped through the town. Bowser stood firm in his promise, and made sure that the human picked out some clothing that he wanted. There was a tie on the rack in this store and it pulled the plumber to it. The material was sleek and the ruby tones reminded him of the King’s eyes. It had large flowers designed into it, some black, others a glossy shade of red; the human had noticed a matching vest to it earlier.

In a frenzy, Luigi found the matching vest, along with a black, silky suit jacket which came with dress pants. Bowser was already wearing a long sleeve white button up shirt, it would pair well with the arm full of clothes the plumber found. They excitedly found the King who was looking bored and as if he was ready to leave.

“I realize I don’t know your size, but you should find them and try them on!” The human buzzed excitedly and the Koopa raised a brow disbelievingly, and then sighed in defeat realizing he was going to lose this particular battle. Bowser agreed, relieving Luigi of the outfit to find his size, and then try it on.

“Arrgh! This damned tie!” The King huffed behind the curtain. “My fingers weren’t made for such nimble things.” He complained.

“Nonsense! But, come let me see.” The plumber offered, earning an annoyed gruff from the other end, something that sounded like “fine”. The Koopa stepped out and saw the other’s face turn into a brilliant smile.

“Wowie! I knew you cleaned up nice!” The human complimented without hesitation and gestured for his companion to come closer.

Bowser ducked his head down so Luigi could grab the tie and he went straight to work. Lava red eyes watched as crystal blue eyes focused on the knot they were creating, their tongue poked out in concentration. The King could see the faintest of wrinkles in the corners of the plumber’s eyes; happy lines, he thought with fondness.

The Koopa wondered what Princess Peach’s smile might look like. He had not yet had the pleasure of seeing it. Although their conversation had been pleasant and insightful, Peach responded briskly. The King expected to meet with some resistance at first when it came to his fiery infatuation. However, he had hoped that he could at least make her crack a smile for him. That unfortunately, was not the case; yet.

“There. All done. Take a look!” Luigi instructed, snapping Bowser from his thoughts and he turned to the full length mirror. He felt handsome, maybe even dashing. Perhaps he’d wear this to give Peach her the presents he purchased today.

“It fits you well! Red and black are definitely your colors.” The human crowed, and then looked thoughtful. “Speaking of which, I do have a question for you. How did you know my size?” They prodded curiously.

“Kamek. You see, us Koopas have a unique creative streak in us. Kamek’s is fashion, he’ll magically measure anyone who he sees as a muse. So he shared your measurements with me, just as he did the Princess’s.” The Koopa explained and the other perked up at this.

“I bet yours is the piano!” The plumber bartered, making the other laugh freely. “Yes. Precisely. And song writing.” The King agreed and something about that conversation sparked a memory of Luigi’s.

“I’ve always wanted to try and garden. That could be my creative streak!” Luigi wished longingly and Bowser contemplated for a moment.

“Maybe read a book to try and get started.” The King advised and the plumber thought that was a grand idea. He’d get gardening books from the human world next time he visited.

“Bowser, thank you again for today.” Luigi murmured shyly. They had a full day of shopping, walking around together, and they even shared lunch. The plumber wanted to make sure to be home for dinner, and so did the King. The human was floating on cloud nine, so many strangers had complimented his dress it simply made him giddy.

“Thank you! You were a big help.” The Koopa declared as he was walking Luigi to his door. “Just remember what I said. Stop caring so much about what other people think, stop listening to that voice in your head that’s telling you it’s a crime to let yourself feel good.” He reminded his companion in a stern tone.

“Okey-dokey.” Luigi agreed wholeheartedly and then both men said their “good night’s”, Bowser heading off to his ship.

“Was your outing successful, Your Majesty?” Kamek inquired once Bowser had docked the ship, armful of stuff. “Yes! Luigi and I were able to find some presents. I’m sure the Princess will appreciate them! I’ll bring them to her tomorrow.” The King informed him in a cheerful mood.

“Excellent, sire! Good night.” The MagiKoopa waved content with Bowser’s upbeat disposition. “Good night.” The King called, disappearing into his room.

Mario practically skipped home from Peach’s castle, as he got closer his mood soured at the sight of Bowser’s ship, once more on their lawn. The older twin almost forgot that the King had plans with the Princess tomorrow. He wondered if the Koopa stopped and talked to Luigi first like he had before. The red clad plumber shoved down the anxiety he always felt when he thought of Bowser.

Mario opened the door and saw Luigi safely in the kitchen, humming a tune and starting dinner. The older twin’s shoulders sagged in relief, maybe he hadn’t seen the King today. Oh, he was wearing a really nice dress too.

“I love that dress Lu.” Mario complimented and watched his brother beam from the praise.

“Thank you. Bowser got it for me.” Luigi supplied, unaware of his brother’s deflated attitude at the sound of a Koopa King’s name.

“What’s for dinner?” The red clad plumber asked casually changing the subject. As much as he had his qualms with Bowser, he didn’t want to ruin Luigi's clearly good mood. At dinner both men shared their day off with each other. Luigi, listening animatedly; meanwhile, Mario felt like he was grinning and bearing it. The older twin knew it wasn’t fair to his younger brother, so he did his best to remain interested.

The following day Mario made plans with Luigi to spend the day together, just the two of them. They went fishing and swimming then walked through town. Something the twins had in common was enjoying the sights and sounds of downtown, whether that was in their hometown or here. Plenty of shops and food, live music, families, and individuals milling about. Something about it was so alive, the true heartbeat of the Kingdom.

Bowser was a tad nervous but more so excited. He had invited Princess Peach out for the evening and planned it all out. They’d have dinner and go for a romantic stroll, and at the end he would present her gifts. Peach met him at the restaurant, wearing her typical, elegant pink gown. Bowser had been able to tame his hair to go along with the outfit that Luigi helped him pick out.

“You look radiant tonight.” The King complimented pulling out a chair for the Princess. “This is what I typically wear?” The blonde pointed out seeming confused. “What is all this about?” She inquired trying to hide her annoyance.

“I just figured we could have dinner together.” The Koopa answered, his tone wavering into uncertainty. “To discuss the truce?” Peach prodded. “No.” Bowser admitted now feeling anxious.

“I see.” She acknowledged conversationally. The server greeted them and took their drink order and the King felt like you could cut the tension with a knife.

Dinner continued like that, Bowser kept trying to bring up topics of interest and Peach would answer them shortly and it was hard to keep the flow going. He told himself over and over again that she just had to warm up to him, it was only week two of the treaty.

“Would you care for a stroll on the beach?” Bowser invited. “I’d rather not. I’ve had a full day.” Peach declined politely. “Understandable. I’ll walk you home.” The King informed, and thankfully, wasn’t met with any resistance on the matter.

“Princess Peach, I know it’s only been two weeks, but I hope that you can see so far that my intentions are true.” The Koopa opened up on their walk to her castle.

“It’s just kind of hard to fathom King Bowser. our Kingdoms have been at war for years, and I haven’t exactly heard the kindest stories about you.” Peach rebutted with no malice, just skepticism.

“I know my past is dark, and my skeletons are nasty. But I didn’t want this war, I never did. I inherited what my father left behind, I guess I just didn’t know where to start.” Bowser explained and the Princess nodded.

“I just need time to process these things I suppose.” The human clarified and the Koopa felt the tension from the night melt away.

“I understand. Take your time. I did have a small surprise in store for you.” The Koopa gestured to the castle door. There waiting for her were the presents Luigi and him had picked out, and then was brought here, per his request, by Kamek.

“Oh, I’ll open them soon. For now I really must retire.” Peach covered her mouth and yawned.

“Of course Princess. Good night.” Bowser smiled and the other returned the farewell before the King left for his airship.

“Good evening, Your Grace!” Kamek chattered, once Bowser had climbed aboard. “Mhm, quite.” The King concurred and the MagiKoopa caught on to the younger Koopa’s distracted tone.

“How was your evening with the Princess, Sire?” The mage prodded watching the other closely.

“It was great. However, I'm ready to return home. Tell the crew to head out.” The younger Koopa ordered shortly. “Tonight sire?” Kamek checked and Bowser looked at him.

“Right now. They’ve had two days of rest, and I'm ready for the comforts of home.” Bowser spoke conversationally. He wore a smile but it didn’t quite make it across his face.

“Of course, Your Majesty.” Kamek nodded and turned to inform the crew. He wondered if something had happened, when he had returned home from his time with Luigi, Bowser was ecstatic about seeing the Princess. Now the King's mind seemed elsewhere, and although he did seem happy, it wasn’t as much as the mage had assumed he would be.

As Bowser lay in his bed his mind drifted to his night with the Princess. He felt like he had made some progress with her, she admitted that she needed time, and he truly was okay with that. It was just other things, small things that bothered him, although he wasn’t sure that they should. She didn’t complement his appearance whatsoever; he threw off the tie in disgust as he thought about this fact. Which was fine, once more physical attraction could be one of those things that people needed more time on, or she could have been embarrassed to say it back. What really bothered him was that she didn’t say thank you, not once. And she certainly didn't smile. She just needs time, it’s fine; he groaned, feeling a little melancholy.

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One of the downfalls to being emotionally connected with someone, Luigi found, was that you truly did feel everything when it came to the stronger emotions. With a few exceptions, Luigi could tell that the King's week had been rough. The plumber wondered if his outing with Peach a week ago had left him in a sour mood, or if it was something else. It wasn’t this intense rage, or somber heartache; it was dissatisfaction. The human considered giving the other a call several times, but talked himself out of it.

Today, however, was the worst of it. There was disappointment deeply rooted and weaved with anguish. Luigi had seen Bowser’s airship docked near Peach’s castle yesterday, maybe if they acted fast enough they could catch the Koopa before he hightailed it.

Would it be weird for me to call Bowser? Ah, fuck it! How many times has the King asked for my help? I could disguise it like that, ask for Bowser’s help; and they knew exactly what to ask for help with.

“Bowser.” Luigi called out, touching the crystal communicator in his room. “What?” Bowser bit out irritated, his aggravated face projecting in the space of his room.

“I was hoping you could help me with something today? Pleeasse.” The plumber pleaded with a pout and gave him doe eyes hoping that it would help his case. “Stars! Fine! You don’t need to beg.” The King sounded exasperated but the other didn’t take it to heart.

“Okie dokie. Come over as soon as you can!” The human instructed and the Koopa rolled his eyes and agreed before ending the call.

Luigi was already dressed and ready to go, Mario and him had breakfast together before he took off to spend time with Princess Peach. Mario split his time off between Luigi, their family, and Peach. He would often visit her either before, or after work regularly, and it seemed that the two had become friends to say the least. Luigi, on the other hand, spent his time off between the family, Mario, and reading, or doing something that he enjoyed. However, he had now seen Bowser once a week since returning home from his Kingdom.

Luigi couldn’t recall a time where Mario had been so taken with a potential partner, most of the time his older brother focused on work and made little time for relationships outside of the family. The younger twin thought that it was a good sign that Mario had begun making other friends. He supposed that’s what he was doing as well, making friends outside of Mario for once. There was a knock at the door.

“Coming!” Luigi shook themselves from their thoughts, grabbed their side bag, and answered the door. “You’re wearing one of the outfits I got you.” Bowser pointed out by way of greeting, and Luigi wasn’t sure what his tone signified.

“Uhhh, yes?” The human responded unsure. He had picked out a simple, long green skirt, a plain, cream sweater and a pair of flat sandals. It was very comfortable and cool enough to walk around in.

“I mean I might have to change later for the second part of my plans, but…..” The plumber trailed off still uncertain, the Koopa rubbed his neck in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be weird about it. I’m just glad to see you like what I got you. You look nice, and comfy.” The King corrected himself and saw the other relax.

“Of course, and thank you. It is comfy. Maybe we can get Kamek to add pockets to more of my clothing someday?” Luigi mentioned nonchalantly.

“I don’t see why not. So what exactly are your plans?” Bowser inquired as Luigi slipped the side bag over their head and onto their shoulder.

“I need some help getting my garden started. I did a lot of research and I could use a hand with getting the supplies and setting it up.” The human explained. At first he was honestly planning this trip on his own but a second pair of hands certainly wouldn’t hurt. Especially if those hands needed to stay busy, then Luigi was all too happy to help.

“All right, let’s get this over with.” The Koopa huffed, seeming slightly less irritated. Luigi counted this as a win.

The plumber decided to get the bigger shopping done first, most places offered delivery. They picked out bags of soil, some wood to make flower boxes, pots, and other necessities. The human would often look to the Koopa for his advice on something, or have him grab something high on a shelf or something that was too heavy. As the day carried on they could feel as the King’s internal storm calmed and became content.

“Look Bowser! They’re doing arts and crafts activities.” Luigi pointed out excitedly. “I’m going to sit this one out. But you’re more than welcome to participate if you want.” Bowser offered politely. Although his mood had picked up substantially since yesterday, he wasn’t quite up to getting involved in arts and crafts with the Toads.

“Okey-dokey, fair enough.” The plumber chirped with a toothy grin, not looking too deterred. The King chuckled and shook his head fondly as he watched from afar while the human got to work.

Luigi looked through the many different activities, they were separated by sections and all ages of individuals milled about each table. There was one in particular that caught his eye, it was for making jewelry. They had stone beads and charms, and different types of string and thread. The human picked a spot, some elastic string, and got to work.

“I have a surprise for you! Close your eyes and hold out your arm.” Luigi announced to Bowser. Without a second thought Bowser followed the instructions which took Luigi by surprise, but they quickly slipped on the bracelet they had made him.

“Okey-dokey, you can open them!” The human exclaimed, and the Koopa opened his eyes to see a bracelet, flush against the spiked one already on his wrist. It had colored stone beads which repeated a pattern of: black, red, black, green. It had a metallic fire flower charm attached.

“It’s a friendship bracelet! You can also use it to help you calm down.” The plumber began, and the other said nothing so they pressed on.

“I used to have really bad panic and anxiety attacks all the time and I got a bracelet like this and I would count the beads to help me collect myself. Sometimes I would count up to one hundred or more before I’d calm down, other times I’d get to twenty.” As Luigi continued to explain this he watched as Bowser remained unchanged from his position. Arm still held aloft, eyes searing into the bracelet.

“I would just focus on the next number rather than the issue. Once I had calmed down, I would do the breathing exercise and check in with myself.” Luigi accidentally babbled, getting nervous because Bowser still hadn’t moved or said anything. He just kind of looked like he was in shock, his face completely red.

“You… You made me a bracelet?” The King reiterated, sounding dumbfounded, his mind reeling. “Yeah. I know it’s childish….. It’s okay if you hate it.” The plumber looked away dejected.

“STARS NO! I LOVE IT!” The Koopa accidentally shouted and it dawned on him that he had grabbed the human’s shoulders.

“Ahem.” He cleared his throat and released the other, dusting him off. “I mean it’s not childish. I guess I’m just surprised, is all. People don’t typically give me things.” Unknown to Luigi, the main reason why Bowser was blushing feverishly was because it was a Koopa custom to give handmade jewelry as a proposal or wedding gift. Sometimes it was used in place of a proposal ring. But the King certainly wasn’t going to tell them that!

“I picked the fire flower because of your garden. Now when I see them, I think of you.” Luigi explained shyly with a small smile. Bowser wasn’t sure why this touched his heart, not just the thoughtfulness of it, but that a flower reminded Luigi of him. Normally people associated the King with awful, dark, and terrible things. Never something beautiful.

“Thank you, Luigi.” Bowser muttered and he felt the impulse to reach out and touch the other. It was like an inch, his fingers twitched and he curled them into a fist instead.

Unknowingly the mark blossomed, creeping further up their arms.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s get back to my place and have lunch. The delivery should be getting there soon.” Luigi instructed, with a bright smile. They traveled together, discussing their plans along the way. When they reached Luigi’s house, the deliveries still had not made it there.

“Come on inside, I’ll make us some lunch.” Bowser wasn’t sure why it felt so intimate to be at Luigi's house alone with him. He looked around at the decorations as the human prepared lunch. There were some knickknacks, but mainly family photos of him and Mario, growing up and them with their family.

As they ate, the Koopa asked about some of the pictures that he had seen, and the plumber had retold some of the stories along with others. The King shared some of his own stories as well. Bowser had started having a good day, and at some point completely forgot his earlier aggravation. Luigi was grateful for this, but decided not to point it out yet.

Once they were finished eating, the plumber excused himself to get changed into his typical outfit. Shortly after, the deliveries had made it to the house, and they all worked together to unload the supplies into the backyard. Bowser and Luigi worked in relative silence, putting together flower boxes and pots to set up the garden exactly how Luigi had envisioned. After their hard work was finished, the men cleaned up. Luigi then set up a blanket outside in the shade under a tree with a pitcher of water and lemonade for them to enjoy after their hard work.

“So? Are you going to tell me what was bothering you earlier?” Luigi pried after their polite conversation had fallen quiet.

“What are you talking about?” Bowser asked, genuinely confused. Then there was a flicker of worry, had Luigi noticed his hesitancy on the bracelet?

“Bowser. I know you had a rough week, but yesterday was the worst. I felt it.” Luigi watched as Bowser put the pieces together. The King's face flipped through several emotions: anger, discomfort, and shame the most.

“I don’t think Princess Peach liked any of the presents I got her.” Bowser admitted rather than getting angry. He wanted to tell Luigi more, he wanted to tell them that the Princess hadn’t even said thank you or smiled at him. He just couldn’t bring himself to say that.

“What makes you say that? Is it something she said?” The plumber inquired gently. “I guess it’s the lack of what she said. She did not say anything about them. And she wasn’t wearing any of the outfits during my visit.” The King explained and looked to the other.

“How can I help you?” The human implored. “Do you have any advice?” The Koopa tried, thankful that the other asked.

“Honestly? Try talking to her. Communication is key. It’s vital in any relationship. Without it, cracks can form and relationships can break.” Luigi was lounging comfortably on the blanket, seeming to not have a care in the world.

“How do you bring up a subject like that?” Bowser wondered, watching the other.

“Focus on what bothers you about it, on your feelings. You don’t have to tell me, but think about what bothers you about her possibly not liking the gifts?” The plumber started and gave pause for thought.

“Do you feel underappreciated, were you hoping for more of a reaction, things like that. Maybe just start by asking her if she likes her presents before you assume that she doesn’t like them. Think of what you’re going to say, writing it down helps me. Then address the issue at its core.” They finished sagely and the other nodded.

“She did tell me last time we spoke that she needs more time.” The King shared. “I say that’s progress, she’s communicating her needs to you.” The human smiled kindly.

“Hey! Yeah, you’re right.” The Koopa lit up.

“What was that?” Luigi asked coyly with a devilish grin. “Well, now you’re just pushing it.” Bowser teased back.

“Say it one more time. For me, please.” The plumber insisted, eyebrows raised playfully.

“Stars you’re impossible.” The King complained, earning a pout from the other. “Fine. You’re right Luigi.” He huffed, not feeling agitated whatsoever, especially when the other was smiling so brilliantly at him.

“You just made my day. I’m searing that into my brain forever.” The human informed him seriously and the Koopa rolled his eyes. “Glad I could be of assistance.” Bowser stated trying to sound annoyed, but he was unsuccessful.

Bowser unintentionally watched as Luigi threw his head back and laughed wholeheartedly. Their eyes closed, the length of their neck exposed, a tear of joy forming in the corner of his eye; he wiped the tear away. When the plumber was finished snickering he turned and looked at the King, they locked eyes silently and the world seemed to momentarily pause.

Bowser fought once more against the urge to reach out and touch Luigi. Something about that moment seemed significant, even in its simplicity. They both looked away and remained silent for a while until the King excused himself to return to his ship to go home.

Kamek had been enjoying his unplanned time off lounging about the airship, as well as the rest of the crew. Bowser informed him that he would be helping Luigi with something and would be right back. That was shortly after breakfast, the human had caught them just in time before they left; it was currently after lunch rapidly approaching dinner. The MagiKoopa wasn’t too terribly worried about the pair being together for so long, he had placed warning spells up in case he’d need to intervene. Like he had with the Yoshi incident. However, there had not been another one since, and the mage was beginning to realize he could take the warning spells down soon.

Although, if he was honest, Kamek was a tad curious what the two were up to. Luigi had become almost as constant a presence in Bowser‘s life as the Princess was. Peach still took priority in the King's mind and actions of course, however, when it came between visiting the two of them, it was just as often. They really were becoming good friends, and it made the mage happy for the younger Koopa. Bower stepped onto the ship and smiled at Kamek, the King seemed worn but not unpleasantly so.

“Kamek, I’m ready to head out when the crew is.” Bowser informed but his tone had no urgency, nor irritation, and he had this lightness about him.

“Of course, Your Majesty.” The MagiKoopa nodded and then saw the bracelet on the King’s wrist. Bowser tracked Kamek’s eye movement and pulled his arm out of view defensively.

“Luigi made it for me.” The King murmured and blushed, not meeting the mage’s eyes. Bowser realized that his argument didn’t really help his case, his face becoming a darker shade of red..

“It’s a friendship bracelet, he made it to help me when I need to calm down. He’s a human, he doesn’t know what it signifies.” The King argued in a protective manner.

“Of course, Sire.” Kamek answered in a monotone voice.

“And we’re not going to tell him. He made it out of the kindness of his heart. I wouldn’t want to ruin his present.” The younger Koopa was still looking everywhere but at his advisor.

“Of course, Sire.” The MagiKoopa agreed.

“Very well. Then I’d like for dinner to be ready after I’m finished with my shower.” Bowser concluded and began to walk away.

“Yes, Your Grace. May I ask, did you enjoy your day off?” The mage inquired, keeping his tone level. Bowser met Kamek’s gaze for a moment.

“Yes, yes I did.” The King replied simply. When Bowser turned once more back to his quarters, Kamek couldn’t help but smile.

Kamek, in the safety of his mind, began to wonder if perhaps the King’s feelings for Luigi were deeper than a friend’s would be, or maybe it was the other way around? He knew he shouldn’t, and wouldn’t, poke his nose into their business. But it was hard to ignore how happy the King was when he returned home from time spent with Luigi, compared to when he was with Peach. No matter Bowser’s choice, Kamek supported him; as long as he continued forward and not backward..

Mario and Luigi were dressed to the nines, both clad in suits for this diplomatic meeting being held in Peach’s courtroom. The month-long truce was coming to an end and Peach thought it would be fitting to discuss the next step with an audience. The twins quietly both thought it was a bit of overkill, but they knew nothing about this world’s politics, and decided it was best not to argue it.

Mario was bored to tears, casually dozing off or mind wandering elsewhere, only paying attention to the important bits. Luigi tried to follow along a little bit more closely, if not for nothing he was excited, along with proud, for his Koopa companion, that things had come a long way.

“King Bowser, I feel as if you have held up your end of the bargain well. I’m glad that we are discussing the possibility of a more permanent peace treaty, and what that might mean for our Kingdom’s.” Peach admitted closing up their conversation. The twins snapped out of their respective daydreams.

“Agreed. It’s a long time coming but I feel hopeful for our respective Kingdom’s future.” Bowser shared with a smile. “If you agree we can meet next week to begin this peace treaty.” The Princess offered and the King looked deterred.

“I’m sorry I can’t take off, I have high priorities for the next two weeks. I promise I’ll get right to work with you when I come back.” He vowed and this piqued Luigi’s interest. “If you must.” Peach huffed, and for once her irritation actually showed through, but Bowser seemed more than unfazed.

After the meeting ended, and the group began to go their separate ways, Luigi followed after Bowser. Before the human tapped on the Koopa’s shoulder, they noticed that he was fidgeting with something on his wrist, the bracelet they thought, and smiled.

“Are you making her wait on purpose?” Luigi inquired, innocent curiosity getting the best of him. “No, believe it or not, I have had these plans set in stone for about a year now.” Bowser explained a tad defensively.

“What are the plans?” The human prodded and watched as the Koopa’s shoulders stiffened, his eye became watchful, and an invisible barrier had been placed between them.

“I’d rather not say.” The King dismissed averting himself from the subject at hand. Luigi felt a tug at his heart for an unknown reason, not from Bowser but within himself.

“Oh. Okey-dokey. My apologies, I didn't mean to overstep.” The plumber apologized and the King’s wall cracked some. “It's okay.” Bowser touched Luigi’s shoulder naturally to comfort them and looked into their eyes. “Luigi, should you need anything feel free to reach out to me.” The King tried to echo his fondness to the plumber, like an invisible message of; It’s not you, it’s me.

“Okey-dokey.” The human smiled, and placed his hand on top of the Koopa’s. Although Bowser wasn’t sure if Luigi’s smile was because of his words, or the internal massage; he was glad to see that they were no longer crestfallen.

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Although Bowser wanted to spend more time with Luigi he had priorities aboard the ship to attend to. Wait….. I want to spend more time with Peach, not Luigi. His mind had been muddled by the interaction with the pending peace treaty. The King was mildly exasperated by the fact the Princess wasn’t ready to finish the peace treaty before his vacation. In her defense, no one had been informed about the Koopa’s time off, but he had certain expectations, and he wasn’t sure if they were being met.

Bowser’s mind began swirling with vicious whispers because of his previous thoughts. He hated how upset he had made Luigi, he wanted to make him feel better, he wanted to comfort him. The King thought about wanting more time with him, not the Princess. He was probably just tired or aggravated because of how Peach had been during their meeting. When she had told him earlier that she wanted to meet up. She didn’t specify that it was for a political meeting or that there would be an audience. Which was fine, and her right, but Bowser kind of thought it would be common courtesy to inform someone that there would be other people involved. However, what does he know?

All he knew is he felt foolish for rushing over for her, and getting dressed up just for a damn political meeting. He had been hoping to speak with her about the presents he bought her, but after the meeting he was just so fed up he couldn’t bring himself to want to think about it anymore. The King was beginning to realize that he was making more time for her than she was for him, and it seemed unfair. Which was another confusing thought on its own, he had loved her unrequited for years, but something about the lack of interest being shoved in his face, was getting old faster than he thought it would.

Bowser was all too happy about returning to his Kingdom, and getting some space between him and the Mushroom Kingdom for the next two weeks. Princess Peach included. Kamek waited patiently for his return. He had put his mage in charge of a more important mission than overhearing a damn! Political! Meeting! He still wasn’t over that. He looked to his advisor waiting for an update.

“King Bowser. Our experiment went off without a hitch.” Kamek informed Bowser who took a sigh of relief. Ready to turn in for the night, relax, do anything but think of previous events.

“Excellent, I’m going to take care of that right now.” The King informed him, looking forward to one of the few things that he genuinely enjoyed doing. He needed to clear his head in order to make sure it was screwed on straight.

Luigi wasn’t really sure why this week had felt so different, he felt fulfilled, accomplished, happy, and loved. Every day was a great day at work, even with the nastier ones. Mario had even made a comment on it, something along the lines of, “You sure are in a chipper mood?”, but Luigi couldn’t explain it.

Mario had been secretly grateful that Bowser would be gone for two weeks, he seriously thought his brother could use a break from that Koopa King. Luigi’s garden had appeared assembled over the course of a day, a feat that took at least two workers. His suspicions were soon confirmed that Bowser had indeed been the one helping Luigi with the garden. The older twin grinded his teeth together.

The first week of Bowser’s absence Luigi seemed unaffected, for that Mario was glad. In fact, the green-clad plumber had been in a great mood. Even going as far as not complaining about the dirtier jobs that he always hated doing. When Mario had made a comment about the other’s cheerfulness Luigi simply said, “I’ve had a good day”, which was unhelpful but acceptable.

It was a day off, and tomorrow the twins would visit their family together. Mario woke later, preferring to sleep in. He looked outside to see if Luigi was already tending his garden. Sometimes the younger twin would do that, but he wasn’t there, nor any of his many favorite reading spots. Mario felt like something was off, he just couldn’t quite explain it.

Mario walked up to Luigi’s room and was about to knock on the door when he heard his twin sobbing uncontrollably. He tried the door, it was locked like it almost always was since gaining separate rooms.

“Lu?” The older twin called out distressed, he could hear his brother try and calm down enough to answer. There was a long pause and the seconds felt like an hour. Luigi finally opened the door, his face red and tear stained.

“I need to see Ma.” Luigi said without hesitation, without so much as a hello. Mario grabbed Luigi’s fluffy robe, the one that always comforted him, and threw it over the young twins shoulders protectively. Mario knew that when his brother was this distraught that what he needed was for Mario to listen. So he did just that, he helped Lu into his flip flops and guided them back to the human world, to their mom.

“Ma!” Mario announced the moment they made it through the threshold. He immediately led Luigi to their room, he knew what his brother required. “Mario? Luigi? Is that you?” Their mother asked from somewhere in the house. They could hear her footfalls padding through the house.

“Up here Ma! Bring hot tea for Lu!” Mario informed her, placing Luigi down on his old bed- his other bed? Oh, what did it matter? If it was one thing their mom knew it was how to listen, she was a kind and pure soul. She knew if one of her boys desired tea, something was up.

“S-st-stay h-here until s-s-sh-she g-gets h-here, p-please.” Luigi croaked weakly curling into Mario on the bed. “I will Lu. I promise. Do you want me to leave after that, to the other house?” The older twin checked wanting to do whatever he could to comfort the younger one.

“Y-yes pl-please. I’ll s-see y-you to-tomorrow.” Luigi hardly was able to speak because of how upset he was. Mario just nodded and held Luigi’s hand until their mom traded places with a hot cup of tea in hand. Mario said his goodbye’s and closed the door behind him to return to the Mushroom Kingdom until tomorrow.

“Talk to me Lu.” Their mom whispered patiently once Luigi had stopped crying enough to take a sip of hot tea. “I don’t know if you’ll understand.” Luigi admitted honestly. Because this was the fault of the sympathy pains. “Try me.” She offered stubbornly.

“Do you know what being an empath means?” Because how else could Luigi even explain this in the reality that his mom knew. “Yes. You feel others’ pain and feelings.” Their mom answered compassionately.

“Sí. This is going to sound crazy. But, I have this one friend who’s going through something right now. I’m feeling his pain like it’s mine. And I can’t get him to talk to me.” Luigi had tried calling Bowser several times when this pain first started, but it kept getting ignored. He guessed that it made sense that a voicemail wouldn't be a thing a crystal ball would have; but that didn’t make it any less convenient.

“Oh mio dolce bambino [Oh my sweet child.]. You always did have such a big heart.” His mother cooed and Luigi took a breath.

“You can’t make him talk to you. He’s gotta be ready.” She protested and Luigi knew this, he did. “I just want to know if everything’s okay.” The younger twin cried.

“And you will. Soon. Right now it’s important he has his space. You need to try and take care of yourself for now. What can you share with me?” His mom claimed and took her son’s hand.

“I only know what he’s feeling. He’s so disappointed in himself, so lost, and so angry with himself. This whole time I thought he was angry at the world for how they have treated him, and I’m sure that’s part of it. But the other side of that anger is pointing inwards, I realize that now. He feels like such a failure, that nothing he can do is right. That something has to change and he’s not sure what or how. He fears not being good enough for something so important to him that it’s hard to breathe. He just wants some reassurance, guidance, that things will be okay. But speaking up is more difficult than going under.” Luigi babbled, the words tumbling from his mouth.

“Wow. He sounds like us. Your Pa and me when we decided to move here right before you boys were born. We got through that, just like your friend will get through whatever it is that he’s going through.” She confessed giving their hand a squeeze.

“For now, the best way to help him is by breathing, and helping you.” His mom finished and that gave Luigi an idea. She’s right, I can help him by breathing; he thought to himself.

For now he’d drink some more tea, meditate and focus on breathing. His mother hummed an old lullaby and stayed with him until the weight in his chest had disappeared. Luigi decided to stay the night, and when Mario joined him the following day the younger twin explained they were not ready to talk about it yet, and the older brother did not press. They enjoyed the comforts of home and returned to their abode in the Mushroom Kingdom after dinner.

The following day was the last of their weekend and the boys chose to have a lazy day together. Mario turned in early for work the next day but Luigi had already decided to take the day off and wanted to spend his night lounging on his bed reading another gardening book.

“Luigi?” The crystal ball lit up and Luigi scrambled to it. “Bowser, is everything okay? I felt….” The human trailed off and could see the Koopa turn his cheek in shame.

“I can’t talk about it, not right now. I’d rather it be in person.” The King elaborated, his plan was to just let the other know he was okay. “I can come see you. If you want?” The plumber urged politely. “Visit me? Here?” Bowser checked; he would be willing to do that, for me?

“Only if you’re comfortable.” Luigi added gently. “After sunset.” The King instructed, he knew it would probably be too late for the plumber, but-

“I can do that.” Luigi promised without pause and Bowser found himself going along with it. “I’ll see you then.” The Koopa ventured. “I’ll be in the wastelands.” The human clarified and the King realized the man didn’t have a direct way of getting here.

“Okay. I’ll arrange something.” Bowser declared. “See you then.” Luigi told the other signing off. Luigi decided to head over to the warp pipe now rather than later, and waited at the exit of the wastelands for Bowser, or whatever engagement he had made.

Mario was laying in bed relaxing, his body and mind drifting to sleep when he thought he heard voices. He tossed thinking it was just his mind playing tricks, but this didn’t solve the issue. Finally he decided to check the house to put his mind at ease. Luigi’s door was cracked open, Mario investigated that first. The door creaked open and Mario peered inside to see the room empty, aside from a lone crystal communicator on Luigi’s dresser; just like the one the Princess had received from Bowser.

The older twin wanted to rip his hair out or break the damned thing. Was this- was Bowserthe reason his brother had been so upset the other day? And now here Luigi was probably disappearing into the night after a Koopa who had once imprisoned him. That’s all Mario could think of when he thought of King Bowser. It made his blood run hot and he saw red. He would have to talk to his brother about this soon, he just didn’t know how or when. Mario was really hoping that they’d get space, but as he checked the house his earlier suspicions were confirmed. Luigi was long gone, probably with Bowser, and the best thing Mario could do was try and get some sleep to clear his head.

Luigi stood in one place just taking in the sights, some dry bones had greeted him in a friendly enough manner as they did their rounds. They seemed suspicious of Luigi, but more probably because he wasn’t super familiar here. The plumber heard the crack of magic and saw Kamek’s worried face appear before them. The MagiKoopa offered to teleport them to Bowser, and the human agreed and regretted it immediately. The sensation left them queasy, and unsteady on their feet. Luigi shook himself out of it and recognized his surroundings as the fire flower garden.

“How have you been?” Luigi asked Kamek politely as they waited for Bowser.

“Me?” The mage double checked as if this was the last thing he had been expecting from the other. “Yes you.” The plumber reiterated patiently.

“Oh, I suppose I’ve been busy, but fine. I’m worried about King Bowser. But I’m not at liberty to say anything about that.” The MagiKoopa shared and the human touched the advisor's shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ve done everything you can. He probably just needs some time and space.” Luigi speculated wisely and the other took a moment to breathe and consider their words.

“How do you know these things?” Kamek inquired because if he was honest he was a bit lost. He could count on less than one hand how many times he had seen Bowser this distraught, and each time he felt just as disorientated.

“My Ma is a great teacher. Some things just need to be worked out. The best thing you can do is just be there when they need you. And listen when they’re ready.” Luigi parroted the words that had been passed down to him so many times.

”Your Ma sounds very wise, I’m sure that’s who you take after.” Kamek pointed out, and that had been one of the highest compliments Luigi had received in a while. Possibly in his life. “Thank you.” They acknowledged, speechless otherwise.

“Luigi?” Bowser rounded the corner. “I should go.” Kamek dismissed himself and aparated on the spot leaving them alone. “Bowser?” Luigi responded, and felt relief to see Bowser physically unharmed, although clearly distressed.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t answer. I was right in the middle of a literal shit storm. I-I still can’t talk about it. Not completely.” Bowser stressed as he slowly closed the distance between them.

“That’s okay. Come here.” Luigi sympathized reaching their arm out to lead Bowser to the bench so they could sit down and talk. To his shock though, Bowser almost collapsed into Luigi’s arms and began sobbing. The human, in spite of being flabbergasted, used all his strength to hold tightly onto the Koopa as he fell apart.

“Stars. I’m failing. I’m trying so hard to change how people see me, and I’m failing. Is anger and hatred all my legacy ever going to be? I want this truce, this peace, for my- my Kingdom. And I’m not even doing that right, it’s still not enough, I am not good enough.” The King finally croaked, his words broken and heartfelt. The plumber loosened their grip a tad.

“Bowser. Look at me.” Luigi ordered and Bowser’s gaze met his. “You are enough. Don’t let anyone, yourself included, tell you otherwise.” Luigi enunciated clearly, still holding onto Bowser as he buried his face once more.

“I’m going to get help Luigi. I can’t do this alone anymore. I don’t want to.” The King disclosed and the other could tell he was holding back from saying more but pressed on.

“That's the best thing you can do for yourself and your Kingdom. I’m so proud of you for seeing that.” Luigi lectured with pure reverence, and Bowser shook his head in embarrassment.

“Stars, I'm pathetic. I’m a mess.” The King admitted and started whipping his face clean in an undignified manner. Luigi plucked up the courage to tilt Bowser’s face to his; fingers gliding in a gentle caress across warm scales.

“I think, even in your lowest moment, right here and now, you are beautiful, you are strong, and invaluable. Everything will be okay and you’re not alone.” Luigi professed and Bowser looked deep into those cerulean orbs.

“I-” The King stopped himself in time from finishing that statement with; love you. Prevented the sway of his body betraying him and the urge to kiss the plumber.

Flowers unfurled from the mark, blooming brilliantly across the canvas of the mens’ arms.

“Thank you. You are so much nicer than I deserve.” The Koopa surmised rather than facing those previous intrusive thoughts. He’d deal with those later.

“Just because you’ve made mistakes doesn't mean you don’t deserve kindness Bowser. It doesn’t mean you don’t deserve someone who cares about you.” The human pointed out as Bowser separated them.

“Let me do something for you, to repay you. For coming out here. For everything. I’ll do anything.” The King urged still feeling the desperation clawing his throat, his senses.

“Anything?” Luigi confirmed. “Name it.” Bowser guaranteed.

“Focus on taking care of yourself for now. Become the best version of yourself. For yourself, for your Kingdom. There is no better way to repay me.” Luigi ment it. He’d come over here and comfort the King any day; which was a realization on its own, but sincere nonetheless. Bowser agreed and Luigi took this time to lead the other to the bench like they originally had planned.

“Let’s have a seat and try to calm down. Do you think Kamek would bring us some tea?” The human inquired as they sat down.

“Kamek.” Bowser called and the MagiKoopa appeared magically a moment later. “Yes, Your Majesty.” The mage greeted, looked between the two, and seemed to relax.

“Could you please bring us some hot tea?” The King requested. “Of course, Sire.” The older Koopa agreed and teleported away, coming back quickly with a serving tray for hot tea. Luigi made them both a cup and passed Bowser his mug wordlessly.

“Kamek. I want Luigi to be able to call on you like I do from now on.” The King decreed. “Of course, Your Grace.” Kamek nodded curtly.

“And Kamek?” The younger one signaled once more. “Yes, sire?” The mage implored.

“Just. Just Bowser is fine.” Bowser informed, and the other had a hard time hiding his surprise. “Oh. Okay. Um. Good night for now.” Kamek nodded dumbly.

“You didn’t have to do that. Make it where I can call on him.” Luigi argued and Bowser shrugged. He had been thinking about it earlier anyway. “I wanted to.” The King said simply.

“Well, thank you. Let’s enjoy some tea and breath for now.” The plumber offered and the other easily agreed. They stayed like that for hours, slowly sipping the hot tea, whispering stories of old until their bodies ached from the stone bench and they were yawning.

“I should head home. But I’m only a call away if you need me.” Luigi vowed with a gentle grin. Bowser had grown over quite the last thirty minutes or so, he simply nodded toward the plumber.

“Kamek?” Luigi called out wearily and the mage appeared a tick or two later. The human requested to be brought home and Kamek happily obliged, and then returned to Bowser who hadn’t left his spot on the bench.

“I need you to do something for me, no questions asked.” The King’s voice was low and gravely. “Yes?” Kamek prompted hearing the somber tones.

“Do not allow me to see, or speak with Luigi. I need space, I need to be far away from him, my mind is not thinking clearly.” The younger Koopa ordered, his empty stare fixed on nothing.

“As your advisor, I do not recommend this. Shutting yourself off from friends could prove more harmful than helpful.” Kamek cautioned evenly. More than seventy percent of the MagiKoopa’s job was simple, obedience. Twenty-five percent of it was actual advising, and it was very rare for mage to speak up with advice that was not requested. The other five percent was plain denial. Kamek didn’t think that this was the case where he should tell Bowser no. He would, at least, strongly advise him against it.

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you, Kamek. Under no circumstances should you disobey this order.” Bowser demanded, his hackles rising. This was the only solution he could think of for the intrusive thoughts he had earlier.

Peach was the only one for Bowser. The King knew that any affection he held towards a certain green clad plumber had everything to do with how nice they were to him. It had nothing to do with any actual attraction toward Luigi. Bowser was just desperate for attention, and Luigi had been the first one outside of his inner circle who had given him some. It was nothing more than that.

“As you wish.” Kamek agreed and aparated away without another word. Bowser slumped over and took a deep breath. This was the right choice, it was.

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“You were up late last night?” Mario noted as nonchalantly as possible at the dinner table the following night. Luigi hummed as he finished his mouthful. “Sí, there was something that I needed to take care of.” Luigi explained seeming unbothered, but tight lipped nonetheless.

“Did this “something” have to do with Bowser perhaps?” Mario ventured with an accusing tone, he had struck one of Luigi’s nerves with this.

“Are you going somewhere with this conversation?” The younger twin implored snapping back. “Is he the reason you were bawling your eyes out the other day?” The red-clad plumber pressed, feeling his aggravation rise.

“No.” Luigi said defiantly. At least not technically, but from the way Mario was acting Luigi certainly wasn’t going to explain any of that to his brother right now.

“I just don’t trust him, Luigi.” Mario pointed out obviously and Luigi rolled his eyes and stood up, dinner almost finished.

“You don’t have to. He’s my friend. And as my brother you should trust me when I say that he’s not whoever you think he is.” Luigi argued and saw that Mario wanted to fight back and pressed on.

“And! Even if you don’t trust my judgment. I! Am! An! Adult! I am able to make my own choices. Right now, I’m choosing to end this conversation. Good night.” Luigi finished not letting Mario get in a word edgewise as they stomped off.

The younger twin slammed his door behind him, locking it as he did. They felt a little bit childish, but couldn’t seem to care less. He flopped onto his bed and reached out to the Crystal to see if he could reach Bowser this late. The King did not pick up his call, and the plumber didn’t think it was that weird but still felt alone. He took a deep breath and picked out a book from his collection and decided to settle down with that.

In spite of being sour with Mario, Luigi’s week still seemed more fulfilling, he couldn’t deny his good mood. There was a few dips to his frame of mind, and one of them made him consider calling Bowser. When they tried to reach out two more times, once after the feeling faded and again that night; both times the Crystal Communicator was left unanswered again. The first time was weird, the second could be a coincidence, but the third time Luigi was realizing it was a pattern. He sighed, Bowser was allowed his space, the plumber would just like to be told so rather than ghosted. Luigi really thought that they were past this and that’s what hurt the most.

Mario and Luigi were home visiting their parents this weekend, like every weekend so far since moving to the Mushroom Kingdom. Mario was going on about Peach, more so than he normally did; the conversation had started with work and at some point shifted focus. Luigi didn’t mind, but he felt like he couldn’t escape from people talking about Peach. It got old fast, and he wasn’t the jealous type either.

Luigi was sure if he gave Peach a chance that he’d like her, but he just couldn’t bring himself to have anything deeper than polite conversation with the Princess. But judging from the way Mario talked about her, she certainly seemed like a good person. Apparently, Luigi was not the only person who apparently could tell his brother was hopelessly in love with the Princess.

“I just can’t believe I’ve only known her for two months, it feels like I’ve known her for years.” Mario sighed, finishing up his previous thoughts.

“Ah! Ma! Our boy is in Love!” Their father interrupted excitedly, Mario blushed deeply. “You’re right Pa! We have to meet this Peach character some day.” Their mother chirped in ruffling Mario’s hair affectionately.

“I’m just glad that I have a chance of being a grandpa after all. Seeing as Lu’s gay and all.” Their father admitted and everyone in the room jolted in shock, became dead silent, and thought “did he really just say that?”. Mario’s face drained of all color, Ma’s jaw dropped and Luigi’s face filled with rage.

“Excuse me? What did you just say?” Luigi’s tone was dangerously low and this caught Mario off guard. The twins could count on one hand how many times Luigi had been truly angry, had spoken up or stood up. Never once to their father.

“Oh you know what I mean Lu.” Pa stated dismissively, phased by his son’s tone but trying to brush off the whole thing.

“No. No I don’t think I do.” Luigi argued not willing to let this one go. “Gay men can’t have kids.” Their father pointed out plainly, what made Luigi the most angry was that his dad didn’t seem to see any issue with what he was saying.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t adopt?!” Luigi challenged, still not raising his voice. “Be realistic Luigi.” Pa all but sneered.

“That is realistic Pa! I’ve made more money in a short amount of time than you ever had in your life! Adoption is something I could very much afford in this reality. I have just as many chances of having kids as Mario does.” The younger twin fumed, his vision swimming.

“I’m sorry Luigi I didn’t realize-” Their father began to apologize and backpedal but Luigi wasn’t having it.

“No! No you didn’t. Because you never listen to us. Me or Mario. You give us such a hard time for being different than you. You accuse Mario of dragging me down, but that’s what you do to us both. You don’t respect us, and you don’t give us the time of day unless we’ve accomplished something incredible. Your love is conditional and shallow!” Luigi articulated, his tone even and words poisoned; he couldn’t breath. He was done with this conversation, he stormed off to his old room. Mario’s chair scraped across the floor as he chased after Luigi.

“Now why did you say that!?” Their mom hollered smacking Pa over the head with a newspaper making him yelp.

“Lu? Are you okay?” Mario queried, letting himself into the room to find Luigi pacing viciously back and forth.

“I just don’t understand it! I came out years ago, why am I still dealing with this! Everyone acted fine. Why this!? Why now!?” The younger twin didn’t really seem to be talking to anyone in general, just ranting.

“Lu, I’m so sorry. You know Pa’s mindset, he’s just from “that generation”.” The older man claimed and the green-clad plumber slumped onto his old bed.

“It’s not an excuse Mario! Look at Ma. If you love someone you should accept them how they are and get to understand them. He’s never tried to understand us!” Luigi pointed out trying to breathe. Mario began rubbing his back soothingly, and Luigi could feel the edges of his panic receding. As if an outside force was pushing to help ease his mind.

“I thought once I paid off the house he’d loosen up a bit.” The younger accidentally divulged chuckling wetly and deprecatingly.

“What did you just say?” Mario asked, feeling as if he missed a step.

“Fuck.” Luigi breathed with feeling. “I said I paid off their house.” They finished not meeting Mario’s eyes. “Wha- How?” The older one asked, blue eyes wide with surprise.

“Bowser gave money to me as a gift. It was more than enough….” Luigi informed trailing off and Mario looked at them dumbfounded. The older twin wasn’t sure how to feel about this recent discovery, but he could deal with it later. There were more important things on the agenda at the moment.

“We will talk about that later. Right now, I want to say. I’m so proud of you for standing up to Pa like that.” Mario confessed earnestly, and Luigi looked at his brother with wide, wet eyes.

“As am I.” A voice spoke from the threshold of their door.

“Ma!” The boys exclaimed in unison. Both wondering how much of their conversation she overheard.

“Your Pa, the stubborn bastard, needed to hear it.” Both boys gasped at their mother’s language. She was never one for cursing. Luigi couldn’t help but laugh out of pure shock more than anything else.

“Yeah I guess so.” The younger twin happily agreed. Mario looked curiously at Luigi.

“Hey, your panic attacks are getting better.” The red-clad plumber noted offhandly. Luigi closed his eyes and took a deep breath feeling a calming sense, washing over him, and realized it was Bowser.

“I suppose they are.” Luigi agreed. They were still upset with the King for leaving them high and dry, but in this moment he allowed himself to feel Bowser's presence even here in the human world.

Mario, Luigi, and their mom sat in the twins’ room for a while, drinking hot tea, and chatting about nothing specific. Normally the boys would stay the night, especially with it being so late, but Luigi wanted to go back, and Mario wasn’t going to let him go alone. Before they took off their mom caught Luigi alone for a moment of privacy.

“So who’s this Bowser? And is that a nickname of sorts?” Ma implored pinning Luigi with her motherly stare.

“He- He’s just a friend Ma! And no, it’s uh- a family name?” Luigi rebutted, his face heating up in a blush.

“The kind of “friend” who would give you enough money to pay off your old folks home?” She ventured with a skeptically raised eyebrow.

“I! Uhhhh- um!?” The younger twin stammered, grasping at straws for something to say.

“Hmm. Mmhm.” His mother hummed in unsaid understanding, the blush now reaching Luigi's ears. “He sounds like a good man.” Ma confessed with a glint in her eyes. Luigi was left floundering, she grabbed his shoulders gently, and looked at him with nothing but adoration on her face.

“I can tell you like him very much. If you’re comfortable with it, I would like to meet him as well, one day. I would understand if you don’t want to bring him over to the house, because of your father. But the three of us could meet up somewhere local, and neutral; our secret.” Ma declared with a wink and a hug.

“Thanks Ma.” Luigi murmured, rather than arguing with her that Bowser was just a friend, really.

Bowser was in the middle of planning his next visit with Peach, he wanted to ask her on a date. He had written several confession notes to help him plan what he’d say; they were currently all in the trash and he now had a blank piece of paper. He felt a jolt of rage pierce him, it was lethal and in his head, not his gut. The King clenched his fist and tried to ignore it. His nostrils expelled smoke, and he could almost see red with how intense the anger was building. He ran to his room and pulled out the Crystal Communicator to try and reach Luigi. The human didn’t answer, didn’t answer, didn’t answer.

Fuck, it was probably payback for the same treatment the Koopa had given them.

“Fine.” Bowser huffed defiantly, smoke billowing from his nostrils. “Be that way.” He barked, his voice echoing in his empty room somehow making the feeling worse. Bowser stomped back to his study and sat at the desk, arms crossed. He felt rage, distress, shame and heartache. A loneliness he was all too familiar with. Then it twisted and suddenly he felt like he was suffocating.

“Kamek!” The King announced and the MagiKoopa popped into the room. “Luigi isn’t answering the Crystal. Can you see where he is?” He asked shortly and the mage looked at him deadpan.

“No.” Kamek responded sharply and popped out of the space. “What! Why? KAMEK! I know you can hear me!” The King roared, fighting off desperation.

“What?” Kamek aparated back, his tone and attitude clearly aggravated. “Why won’t you check!?” Bowser challenged.

“You told me that, “under no circumstances”, am I to allow you to contact Luigi. That you need “space” to be “far away from him” you claimed your “mind is not thinking clearly.”.” Kamek recited and Bowser wanted to scream in frustration.

“I think he’s having a bad panic attack. Please, I just want to know that he’s okay.” The King’s voice faltered and Kamek sighed, his bitter mood waning for the moment.

“Hold on, let me scry.” The MagiKoopa clasped onto the staff and searched, he couldn’t find Luigi anywhere.

“He must be in the human world. I can’t sense his presence anywhere in this world.” The mage announced. So he wasn’t purposely ignoring Bowser, he winced at his own behavior, and decided to reflect on that later.

“Stars, I can’t breathe. I don’t know what to do.” Bowser admitted desperately. “You can help him from here. If you’re feeling his panic attack, maybe he can feel you trying to help him calm down?” Kamek suggested and the other lit up.

“I can do that!” The King exclaimed, he relaxed in his seat and closed his eyes. He began counting the beads on the bracelet Luigi gave him, and concentrated on breathing deeply.

“I think it’s working.” The younger Koopa claimed after a while. “Excellent.” The MagiKoopa smiled looking weary.

“I’m going to visit him. Make sure my affairs are in order.” Bowser told the other standing up from his spot in a hurry. Kamek sighed deeply.

“No. you said-”

“Fuck what I said, okay!? I’m sorry! Please, I’m begging you. I need to see him.” Bowser urged, sounding hopeless. The MagiKoopa knew that the King didn’t beg; but this had to stop.

“Okay, fine. Take the clown car and be back, the ship will be ready to depart by then.” The mage instructed, and watched the other relax. “Thank you Kamek.” The younger one said sincerely.

“Just. Don’t give me an order like that again.” Kamek told him firmly.

“I won’t.”

“I want your word Bowser.” Kamek pressed adamantly. He was dead serious, he wouldn’t know what he would do in the event that Bowser would break his vow, if that should happen, all he knew is that he would not allow it.

“I won’t- I won’t give you an order like that again Kamek, I promise.” Bowser swore, it seemed genuine enough for Kamek to get things in order for the airship to depart.

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Mario and Luigi had both been silent for the walk to the warp pipe. Both twins mulled over different subjects. Luigi was reflecting on thoughts regarding the conversation between his mother and him. He didn’t like Bowser like that, that would be silly. They were friends and the King only had eyes for Princess Peach. There was nothing there between them; Luigi ignored the ache he felt as he thought that. A symptom of having a soulmate mark, that was wrongly tethered between two beings; nothing more.

“Why did Bowser give you that much money as a gift?” Mario finally spoke up with what was on his mind as they got closer to their house in the Mushroom Kingdom. “Because he wanted to? Why can’t you accept that we are friends?” Luigi huffed, honestly he was in no mood for this conversation, not after what happened with their father.

Unknown to the twins, Bowser sat in their backyard waiting for Luigi to come home. The King had picked a spot, under the shade tree, where he genuinely thought he would be noticed when Luigi did make it home. He had no intention of listening in on their conversation, but couldn’t help his curiosity peek at the mention of his name.

“Luigi mi dispiace [I’m sorry]! You were his prisoner! I just don’t understand why you are “friends” with that monster!” Mario tugged at his hair and Luigi saw red.

“DON’T- Don’t call him that!” Luigi hollered, actually raising his voice.

Bowser, close enough to hear bits of the conversation, was stunned that Luigi was angry on his behalf. Here he was ignoring the human without explanation, and undoubtedly being a terrible friend. Yet, Luigi was standing up for the King against his brother.

“You know, he would probably agree with you, and I hate that.” The younger twin grumbled while Mario stood in shocked silence.

“What?” Mario reeled at this particular comment, thrown for a loop. “Niente [nothing]. Never mind.” Luigi tried ending the conversation there, turned his back to walk away.

“Are you- are you a traitor?” Mario questioned stunned, in the background, Bowser clenched his fists in worry. The King felt the flicker of Luigi’s anger, as his own fear surfaced; smoke billowing from his mouth and nose. The rage Bowser felt was amplified by Luigi’s own, and it gave the younger twin the confidence to fight back. The King felt his heart flicker with anxiety at the accusation that Luigi was a traitor. He could get thrown in jail for helping him, although the Koopa didn’t think Peach would do that, at this moment it seemed entirely possible.

“Mario listen to yourself! A traitor!? Non essere stupido [Don’t be stupid]! This isn’t our world! How could I be a traitor!? Non il nostro circo. Non le nostre scimmie [Not our circus. Not our monkeys]. Or have you forgotten that!?” Luigi seethed, he had his fill of today. He felt like something inside of him had snapped or was about to. Bowser grinded his teeth together wanting to shout.

“You’re acting crazy….” Mario muttered disbelievingly. The King snarled, he couldn’t leave until he knew Luigi was safe, but he wouldn’t interrupt, unless he absolutely had to.

“Me! Sei tu quello che si comporta da matto! [You're the one who's acting crazy!] You are acting like this all because you have a crush on the Princess!” Luigi accused and Mario clenched his fists.

“At least I’m not obsessed with Bowser!” Mario pointed out, his voice raising an octave louder. Luigi felt the dam of emotions fracture and shatter apart, the swell pulling him under.

“I'm not obsessed! I know you don’t seem to understand this, but let me spell it out for you. At our parents house I felt like I was suffocating, you and Ma were my safe space. As scary as this place seemed at first, I was thrilled about the possibility of a fresh start. I felt like I could breathe again. Bowser helped with that.” Luigi started, feeling hysterical. Mario, thankfully, had the forethought to clamp his mouth shut.

“I’m just tired of being in your shadow and following whatever you do like a lost puppy! I have my own life, I want to be able to do my own thing for once! I just want you to get out off my fucking back! I feel safe with Bowser, and I’ve been terrified of just telling you that because you have this vendetta against him for something that didn’t even happen to you. Bowser has done nothing but work to be a better person, for himself and his Kingdom. I can’t say the same about you.” The younger twin professed his feelings, and the Koopa had to keep himself from gasping.

Luigi feels safe with me, trusts me; Bowser thought to himself and he held onto that like it was a priceless gem. That sensation of trust and safety echoing through him, he tried to reach out along the thread that connected him with Luigi and sent that warmth to him.

The soulmate mark, without notice, crept further up their arms.

“He respects me, do you!? Because you say, “as long as we’re together, nothing can hurt us”, but you’re hurting me! And you are failing to see that! I want to be able to talk to mio fratello again, and I don’t feel like I can do that anymore.” Luigi sobbed, the words that he had been holding in for so long spilling like bile into the world.

“Luigi. I had no idea you felt that way. I’m- I’m so sorry.” Mario croaked. “What do you need?” The older twin asked, his heart breaking for his brother, ashamed of his own behavior.

“Just promise that you will try to be nice and give him a chance. For me.” Luigi cried, wanting to bury his face into a pillow.

Bowser was blown away by overhearing Luigi’s request. The green-clad plumber could have asked for anything for himself; yet once more Luigi thought of somebody else. Luigi thought of Bowser; the King felt joy blossom in his chest, peeling like a large bell through his core. Once more he tugged on the threads, hoping that Luigi got his message; I’m so sorry, you’re not alone, I’m here for you.

“I’ll do better. I promise.” Mario vowed. Luigi took a deep breath, feeling as if some of the weight on his shoulders, and on his chest was lifted.

Bowser began to walk away after this, he knew Luigi would be safe but wanted to do something for him to make sure. During the twins' conversation the King realized that the best thing he could do for Luigi at that moment was try to remain calm and breathe.

“If you do, maybe then I can open up more to you. But for now I need time, and I’m tired; especially after Pa’s homophobic bullshit.” Luigi lamented and Mario winced at his terrible timing.

“I’m sorry.” The older twin blubbered, and the two closed in for a hug. After a few more heartfelt apologies the twins went their separate ways, turning in for bed for the night.

Luigi collapsed in his bed. It was weird, during their argument with Mario, they could almost feel Bowser’s presence, as if the King was there cheering them on. The younger twin checked outside the window, and saw nothing more than the sway of the shade tree with the wind. Even though he was still mad at the Koopa, the human would be lying if he said he didn’t wish Bowser was there with him.

Something about that notion halted all his thoughts and he recalled what his mom had previously stated, about liking Bowser. Luigi, once more, pushed the very idea from his mind. Even if he did have feelings for Bowser, which he didn’t, right now was not the time to be thinking of such things. It was late, and a very taxing day in every sense of the word.

Luigi woke to the smell of breakfast and a knock on the door. He threw on a comfortable long sleeved shirt and answered the door. Mario greeted his brother with a wry smile and a tray full of food; a peace offering of breakfast in bed. The twins sat in relative silence enjoying their meal, Mario with his coffee, and Luigi with their hot tea. The older twin offered to spend the day with his brother but they declined; Luigi wanted the day to himself, to collect his thoughts. After several reassurances the red-clad plumber left the house to more than likely spend time with the Princess.

Luigi was on the porch rocking chair with his nose in a book, a cup of hot tea by their side. They were planning on getting around to tending their garden, but wanted to finish this chapter. He thought he heard his name, he looked around and spotted a familiar Koopa crossing his lawn. Luigi slammed his book shut; if Bowser wanted to talk with him, he’d have to work harder than that. The human closed themself into the house, the door crashing harshly behind him.

“Luigi!” Bowser knocked on the door. “I wanted-”

“No! I am not helping you! I’m busy.” Luigi snapped from behind his front door. The King gulped and felt guilty; he knew he deserved this but he disliked getting this treatment from the normally cheery, easygoing plumber.

“I wanted to give you something. Please, just give a few minutes of your time.” The Koopa faltered. “You mean like you did for me when I called you three times to check on you!? No! I have to tend to my garden.” The human pointed out and made the other wince.

“I’ll help you. Please Luigi.” Bowser begged and Luigi swung the door open angrily.

“You have five minutes.” Luigi spat, and then felt his anger melt a decimal when he looked at Bowser. If the relief alone just from seeing him wasn’t enough to waver his anger, then the bouquet of flowers certainly helped. Not that Luigi would say that, not yet.

Bowser had stepped back and was at the bottom of the porch stairs. Luigi had his arms crossed as he looked down his nose at Bowser, his piercing glare made the King swallow thickly. Luigi was clad in a soft, green sweater, and blue sweatpants; the Koopa, on any other day, would have thought that his pajamas looked comfortable and soft. At the moment, however, Luigi managed to look intimidating even in his nightwear.

“Well.” Luigi prompted shortly, not moving from his spot, not inviting Bowser in, and certainly not accepting the flowers, yet.

“Luigi, I'm sorry.” The King fretted lost for words at the sight of the plumber’s intense stare that made him squirm and hot under the collar.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that Bowser. I’m your friend, you don’t owe me an explanation, but at the very least you could have told me that you needed space.” Luigi challenged, not backing down. Bowser felt his pride flare up and rear its ugly head, threatening to tear the fabric of their friendship. He shoved it down, putting it in its place. Now was not the time or place for that.

“You told me communication is key, and I failed at the simplest, most important aspect of our friendship. You, out of the kindness of your heart, told me that you were only a call away if I needed you. But I couldn’t extend the same courtesy even after I said that if you needed anything to “feel free and reach out to me”. You’ve done nothing but show me kindness, grace, and patience. While I’ve done nothing but be a foolish, self-absorbed, asshole.” The King admitted, he gestured for the other to wait to let him finish and pressed on.

“You are one of the reasons I want to change how people see me, why I decided to get help; I started seeing a therapist. Which has been- rough. That was the last two times you tried to call me. I know that gifts alone won’t make up for my behavior but I was hoping that you would accept these flowers as part of my sincerest apologies.” Bowser extended his hand with the flowers, there was an equal amount of white tulips and yellow roses; with some pink and orange zinnias were spotted through it.

“Did Kamek pick them out for you?” The plumber inquired. As silly and simple as it seemed, the thought that Kammek picked them out would mean that Koopa didn’t put as much thought into it. However, if Bowser picked them out himself, it added to the meaningfulness.

“What? Um- no? I asked the florist for help.” Bowser blushed, recalling that particular transaction with mild embarrassment. It was a Toad shopkeeper no less, however she was helpful and pleasant enough to steer the King away from an apparently more romantic purchase. He had no idea that flowers had meanings, he’d have to tell Luigi that later, he thought the human would appreciate the information.

“Good.” Luigi said, decisively, and smiled warmly at the King, who felt like he could breathe again. “Then I accept both the flowers, and your apology.” Bowser felt the swish of his tail at the plumber's words.

“I promise that next time I’ll just tell you if I need space or time.” The Koopa vowed. “I hope so. Come on in, I’m taking you up on that offer to help. I just need to get changed first.” The human invited, taking the flowers and finding a vase for them.

“Okay, and I still have one more thing to give you.” The King informed, and Luigi looked at him surprised. Luigi kind of thought that the flowers had been the gift Bowser was talking about.

Bowser dug into his pocket and pulled out a small box and passed it to Luigi. The human opened it and inside was a golden brooch, it was designed in the shape of Bowser‘s head.

“It’s the symbol of my Kingdom. It’s nothing super official but it works as a pass. I needed you to know that; you will always have a safe space in my Kingdom, in my castle. Should you want or need it, for any reason or no reason at all. No questions asked.” Bowser informed the other and Luigi gave him a hug.

“Thank you. You’re still not getting out of helping me with the garden.” Luigi smirked playfully over their shoulder as they walked to his room, vase of flowers in hand.

“I- I’m not trying to.” The King faltered. “I know, I was teasing you.” The plumber laughed heartily.

“Oh. Okay. Good.” The Koopa nodded and blushed lightly. He waited awkwardly in the living space as the human changed into more appropriate clothing. Luigi came out in green overalls, and a long sleeved white colored shirt. On their way out the door Bowser noticed the overalls had a few flowers embroidered on the pant leg, Luigi placed a white straw hat on his head and looked to see if Bowser was following. Bowser, reading the que wrong, spoke up.

“You look cute.” Bowser accidentally said out loud and watched as Luigi’s face heated up in a blush. “Come on.” Luigi waved the King to the garden and began to instruct him on how to pull weeds, water the plants, and prune dead foliage away.

“See you said that your “fingers weren’t made for such nimble things”, but you play the piano, and now you’re tenderly caring for a garden. Don’t let yourself put you in a box. You are more than “a big scary monster”, you were made for more than that.” Luigi accidentally divulged digging deep into his heart for the tender thoughts. Bowser looked at him in astonishment, blinking at Luigi because he had unknowingly just tilted his world on its axis. The flowers of the mark bloomed and flourished further up their arms. By the time they had finished with the garden, lunchtime was rapidly approaching and Luigi offered to make them something.

“Can I watch? You once said you’d teach me…..” Bowser inquired feeling shy. “You want to learn to cook??” Luigi checked in surprise, both at the request and the fact Bowser remembered their offer.

“I’d like to at least give it a try. See uh- what else my fingers were made for?” The King shared with uncertainty, and the other smiled kindly at him. “We will start with something simple then.” The plumber insured as they headed inside.

“Do you want to talk about what upset you?” The Koopa asked after the food was gone. “That’s the first time I ever felt a panic attack.” He finished. By now they were both outside under the shade tree, enjoying the weather.

“Yeah, they suck. I got in a fight with my Pa.” The human told the other with an air that made them sound tired and unsurprised.

“About what?” Bowser prodded curiously. “He suggested that I would never have kids because I’m gay.” Luigi shrugged uncomfortably and the King made a disgusted face.

“That's ridiculous. There’s adoption, isn't there?” He asked and the other nodded. “Of course, but it didn’t “cross his mind” to think of that.” The plumber snarled.

“That’s so small minded. I’m sure it was uncomfortable, I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” The Koopa began to reach for the human and stopped short when Luigi addressed him.

“Yeah, thank you. I actually stood up for myself. It was kind of scary, but it felt really good. Do you know what adds to the aggravation of that?” Luigi asked aggravated, blissfully unaware of Bowser‘s subconscious movement.

“What?” Bowser implored. “My Pa has never once asked Mario or me if we want kids. He just assumes that we, I guess more Mario than me, are going to have kids because he’s from that “generation”.” The plumber rolled his eyes and clenched his fists.

“Do you- do you want kids?” The King found himself wondering, unintentionally holding his breath for the answer.

“Yes! Not that it’s a competition but, I want kids more than Mario. His mind is on “If and when it happens'', he doesn’t think about stuff like that in great detail. He- arrgh! I can’t say that. But! I feel ready for the next step in my life, I want to settle down.” The human flip-flopped from Mario to themself, their voice tight and frustrated.

“That’s where I’m at. I guess that’s why I’m so passionate about Peach. I’m going to ask her on a date, and apologize for keeping her waiting.” The Koopa informed and this took Luigi by surprise.

“Wow. Seems like a good plan. Will you let me know how it goes?”

“I will.” Bowser insured.

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“Princess Peach?” Bowser called into the crystal communicator that night, before dinner. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable with him stopping by tomorrow; in the heat of the moment he had only been focused on making things right with Luigi. “King Bowser,” Peach responded relatively quickly.

“I’d like to talk to you in person tomorrow if that’s alright?” The King requested hesitantly. “After breakfast I should be available.” She informed and he easily agreed before ending the call. If the Koopa was going to ask the Princess on a date, he felt like it needed to be in person.

That night Bowser slept well, after breakfast he decided to walk to the Princess's castle rather than unnecessarily move the ship. He noted, once he was welcomed into Peach’s throne room, that she was alone. This gave him the bolster of confidence he needed to ask what he had maybe practiced too many times.

“Princess Peach. I would be honored if you would consider going out on a date with me this evening. Just the two of us.” The King produced a bouquet of red roses before the Princess.

Peach felt herself heat up in anger and frustration. She had been really trying to give King Bowser a chance, to believe that his intentions of peace were true. She knew that holding onto old grudges and past biases would do nothing for her Toads, her Kingdom, or her. But until the peace treaty was finished she felt like she couldn’t breathe. And now she wondered if this whole thing had been a ploy to get with her.

Bowser smiled nervously and the flash of all those sharp white teeth made her shiver in an uncomfortable way. Peach knew it wasn’t fair, Bowser had been nothing but patient, accommodating, polite, and cordial. Meanwhile, if she was honest with herself, she had been nothing but short, curt, and unreceptive. The Princess had the feeling that the King had a crush on her but wasn’t sure, the dresses made her start questioning things. Now it seemed her suspicions were confirmed, but he didn’t know the first thing about her.

Peach valued priceless things; like time, friendship, memories, and bravery. She liked people who were kind, cheerful, playful, and maybe a bit too headstrong for their own good. The Princess doubted that Bowser realized this as much as she doubted he fit all those categories. She couldn’t be bought with dresses, flowers, or gifts, she had a whole Kingdom and so did he. Money meant nothing. Peace of mind was what she wanted and needed above all else, and that was the one thing Bowser could, without a doubt, provide her just by finishing this damn treaty.

“Was this whole truce just to get me to go on a date with you?” Peach found herself asking despite wanting to bite her tongue. Bowser reeled back as is the Princess had just smacked him across the face with that accusation.

“No Princess. The peace treaty is one of my highest priorities. I simply thought it might be nice to get to know each other.” Bowser scoffed, his anger showing through.

“Well if it’s one of your highest priorities then you won’t mind if we begin the discussion of our Peace treaty, that you’ve neglected despite your promises, on this date.” Peach almost commanded and Bowser swallowed his pride.

“No Princess, I wouldn’t mind.” The King agreed and left her alone for the time being to cool down and returned to the ship with Kamek to update him.

“Excellent news Kamek. I’ve got a date with the Princess!” Bowser informed his smile, not quite reaching his cheeks. “Excellent Bowser! You must be very happy.” The MagiKoopa cheered, his tone almost questioning.

“Of course. I’ll need your help with outfit planning soon, for now, I’m going to pass some time.” The King instructed heading to his quarters to pass the time.

Bowser had picked the same restaurant as last time, he had been planning on going on a stroll with her if all went well. At the moment it was going “good” if by good he meant that Peach was finally talking to him more than she ever had, but it was all pointed to the peace treaty. The King wasn’t sure why he couldn’t bring himself to try and change the subject.

“I project that if we work together over the next week or two, we can get this finalized and the major changes implemented,” Peach announced as their negotiations came to a close.

“I believe that you are right Princess.” Bowser agreed and chuckled to himself as he thought of how Luigi reacted to this particular confession about being right.

“Of course, we could have been finished with them by now if not for your dawdling.” The Princess pointed out unable to move on. The King took a deep breath to keep himself from huffing and clenched his fist.

“I apologize for the wait.” He started as cordial as possible. “However, I told you I had priorities that came first. You must understand from one ruler to another.” The Koopa tried to relate, he began fiddling with the bracelet Luigi gave him, counting in his head.

“What I don’t understand is, why visit Luigi first before contacting me?” Peach questioned with no emotion.

Bowser would have normally responded with, “Ha! Jealous?”, but that part of him was silent, instead the King only felt a mixture of emotions click by rapidly. First, betrayal; did- did Luigi tell her? Then aggravation because; No. it must have been Mario. An unfortunate side effect of being his brother. Finally, he settled on a protective concern for Luigi.

“Luigi was a part of those priorities.” Bowser bit out defensively, his walls going up and his snout scrunching in a snarl.

There was a moment, a brief one, where Peach thought Bowser might like Luigi. Not that she would admit that because she might be wrong, and Mario would flip. But more importantly, it meant Bowser was changing.

“I understand.” She smiled fondly at the prospect. The King studied the Princess’s smile, it seemed genuine. He wished he could enjoy this moment. Rather the Koopa was preoccupied with counting to the next number on his bracelet as he tried to calm his anger.

Bowser didn’t invite the Princess for a stroll, he still walked her home but left immediately for the airship. In his haste to leave the King realized the Princess and him hadn’t set up the next meeting. He’d stay another night and call her tomorrow, for now, he wanted to update Luigi as he promised.

“Meet me outside in a few?” Bowser found himself asking Luigi, through the crystal, after he had made sure Kamek had things taken care of for the time being. The human agreed and easily met the Koopa aboard his ship.

“How did the date go?” The plumber asked excitedly and the King felt his anger dissipate from the other’s enthusiasm.

“Swimmingly, I got her to smile. We discussed the possibility of a more permanent peace treaty. The Princess and I are going to get real cozy the next couple of weeks working together on it. I just know it.” As Bowser spoke the words they felt as false as they were, and as hollow as he felt.

“I know the Princess wasn’t super happy that you made her wait for two weeks,” Luigi stated matter-of-factly and the King huffed, smoke pluming from his nostrils.

“She will have to understand and get over it. I had more pressing matters to attend to. These priorities came before hers.” The Koopa articulated, not angry with the plumber, but with the Princess both her impatience and lack of understanding. There was a pause as the tension between them stood still. Then from Bowser’s quarters came a small voice.

“Daddy?” The voice inquired and Bowser’s whole body went rigid, his eyes wide with panic, and fear pierced his core. The King turned to the source of the voice, and there in the shadows was a smaller version of Bowser.

“Junior?” Bowser faltered. Luigi could feel and see the horror and alarm radiating off the King. Felt it echo through him, palatable on his tongue. At the sound of his name Junior began sobbing and ran towards his father.

“Daddy! I had nightmare.” The little Koopa cried, hiding behind Bowser's leg and squeezing it.

“Oh? Who do we have here? A little bambino?” Luigi cooed crouching down to get eye level with Junior, whose gaze was teary. “A what?” Bowser asked, still fighting his inner demons.

“Ah- sorry. A baby or child.” The human smiled only glancing away from Junior for a moment. The little Koopa roared, clearly nervous or scared.

“Ah, so scary and brave. Your daddy must be very proud!” The plumber played along and the King felt himself swoon.

“Daddy, Human?” Junior wondered curiously as he poked his head out some. “Yes. He is a human.” Bowser ruffled his son's hair affectionately.

“Mama!” The little Koopa crowed with conviction, and both Bowser and Luigi blushed fervently.

“No no! Not mama! This is-“

“Lu. You can call me Lu.” Luigi supplied when the other fell short. “Lu! Lu!” Junior exclaimed, clapping his hands thrilled.

“Molto bene piccolo! Very good little one!” Luigi cheered, matching Junior’s energy, clapping their hands with him.

“Sorry. A while ago I told him about Peach being human, and if we got married, she would be his Mama. He’s kind of been obsessed with that since then.” Bowser explained, embarrassed. He scooped Junior up and held him tight.

“I didn’t know you had a son. He’s prezioso, precious. Very cute.” Luigi complimented standing to full height now; his attention divided.

“Thank you…. And nobody outside my castle knows.” Bowser informed them. “Not even Peach knows.” He added in hushed tones. “Oh. Why not?” The plumber queried surprised at this bit of information.

“I wanted to wait until the peace treaty was official. I want to be careful. Just in case. It’s all so new. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to him. I don’t want to risk it.” The King enlightened the human, his voice hardly a murmur, he squeezed his son a little tighter.

“You’ll have to make sure to tell her eventually. When you’re ready of course. She has to know that she’s not just with a King. She’s with a dad too.” Luigi lectured with wisdom and fondness.

“Aren’t you just going to tell her?” Bowser checked despite himself. It was one thing for him to keep a visit a secret from the Princess, it was another to keep a child.

“What? No. Not my business to tell.” The plumber pointed out ignoring the hurt from the accusation. “But you tell your brother and her everything!?” The King asked, confused and the other looked away.

“Not- not everything,” Luigi informed the older Koopa. Luigi touched the sleeve of his right arm where his soulmate mark lay hidden to prove a point. “Plus this is your figlio, your son, we are talking about. We must be careful. Better safe than sorry as I always say.” The plumber met Bowser’s gaze once more.

Silence hung in the air for a beat as Bowser mulled over Luigi’s choice of words. “We must be careful” something about the way the plumber had counted themselves as a part of the circle without a second thought made the King feel not as alone in this. Made him feel safer and lighter.

“How old is he?” The human inquired politely. “Two. He just turned two. That was my priority, I wanted to spend time off with him for his birthday.” The older Koopa clarified.

“Of course, of course! Ah, he looks so much like you. You must be very proud.” The plumber said still fawning over the child in a way that made Bowser preen and warm all over. Luigi reached his hand out to touch Junior, as one does with small children, and withdrew his hand out of respect.

“I am. He is my world, my everything.” Bowser confessed, noting Luigi's subconscious desire to hold Junior. The King nuzzled his son as he settled into his arms and began to fall asleep.

“Love Daddy.” Junior cooed with a yawn. “Daddy loves you,” Bowser whispered, lost in the loving moment with his son. Luigi felt himself melting from the display of affection, the King coughed, clearing his throat, and blushed in mild embarrassment.

“Uh- I- um….. Better get this little one off to bed. Before I do, thank you for all your help, and I trust you will keep things between us until I’m ready. Thank you for that.” Bowser was glad Junior was in his arms because the urge to touch Luigi was more overwhelming than it had ever been before.

“Of course. You’re welcome. Good night Bowser. Good night piccolo!” The human called with a friendly wave goodbye. “Night Lu!” Junior waved as the men went their separate ways.

The plumber thanked whatever power was above that Mario wasn’t awake or at the very least not out and about when Luigi returned to his room. They locked the door behind them and slid against the wood to the floor. The mental image of Bowser with Junior seared in his mind; they grabbed their chest where warmth had been growing with fever. They shook their head, trying to gather themselves before crawling into bed for the night.

Luigi sat on a beach with Bowser by his side. Junior was playing in a puddle nearby; his playful screeches, and the sound of crashing waves, were the only things that could be heard.

Luigi couldn’t really recall how he got to the beach, but he was ecstatic nonetheless to be spending time with Bowser and Junior. Junior called out to his dad, and when Bowser turned his attention to his son, the little Koopa threw wet sand at his father playfully. Bowser gasped surprised and sputtered indignantly; Luigi found himself laughing without restraint. Bowser’s head snapped to Luigi and glared at him accusingly.

“How dare you!” Bowser crowed playfully, eyebrows raised in mock rage and disbelief. Luigi giggled and Bowser leaned over and began to tickle Luigi relentlessly. Luigi laughed and laughed until he was breathless and fell over onto his back. The warm sand licking his skin, the sun in his eyes as he tried to capture his breath.

Bowser leaned over him, his palms on either side of his head, his figure eclipsing the sun. His ruby eyes locked with Luigi’s crystalline ones. Luigi's laugh died on his lips as suddenly Bowser was all around him, on top of him; yet it wasn’t enough.

“B-Bowser?” Luigi stammered innocently. Their bodies were pressed flush together, warm scales against sun-kissed skin; the quick rhythm of their heartbeats. Luigi wasn’t sure whose was whose, maybe their hearts were in sync.

“Stars, Luigi.” Bowser breathed like he ached to say the human’s name. Like he wanted to say more or say it again. Bowser’s eyes fluttered shut as he closed the distance between them and hungrily captured Luigi’s lips with his.

Luigi gasped out of bed and looked around to realize he was in his room, he turned on the light. It had been a dream, a very realistic one; they looked at the mark and watched in interest as flowers bloomed on the canvas of his skin. It would have been mesmerizing if it weren’t for the meaning behind it.

“Fuck.” Luigi cursed and still felt the heat of Bowser’s mouth on his, ghosting his lips in a tease. They touched their lips disbelievingly and wanted to know what it really felt like to kiss Bowser. He then realized he was fantasizing about the Koopa King in the middle of the night.

“Oh fuck.” Luigi lamented out loud as he became increasingly aware of how painfully hard he was. The plumber tried to turn over and ignore it, really he did, but each time they did they would just imagine Bowser. His brain supplied him with the memory of Bowser saying, “I’d like to at least give it a try. See uh- what else my fingers were made for.” innocently. The human’s imagination drifted, and changed the words; he closed his eyes.

“Let’s see what else my fingers were made for, Luigi~”

“Oh God.” Luigi wanted that, he wanted Bowser’s hands on his skin, his lips on him. Yes, he wanted the King’s claws to rake down his back, to pull his hair, or to have that powerful maw wrapped around his cock. “Fffuuuck.” They hissed under their breath as they touched themselves. Luigi bit his finger to muffle himself, “Mh- Bowser.”

“Can I watch? You look cute~ ”

“Fu-uh-ck, yessss.” Luigi stuffed more of his hand in his mouth as he stroked harder, getting closer. They were so close they could taste it, he imagined Bowser’s intense gaze sweeping over him, and a hungry growl. Luigi came, his face flush, and breath short. He cleaned up and settled back into bed.

Luigi was so fucked and he didn’t know what to do about it. He realized he liked Bowser and wanted him in several different ways. The plumber doubted it was “just a crush”, he cared about the King, and now his son, a lot. Sure they had just met Junior, but if they were honest that didn’t take away from the immediate affection he felt for the small Koopa. Not to mention how much of a great father Bowser seemed to be, seeing him so loving with his son- Uhhg and here he was daydreaming about Bowser again. Luigi took a deep breath and forced themself to try and sleep, to get their mind elsewhere for the time being.

Bowser woke confused, he had a great dream, but he didn’t remember any of it really. He remembered the sound of crashing waves, the feeling of warmth and adoration, and blue eyes mixed with bright lights and colors. It had been beautiful, and mysterious, and left him mildly aroused. Which was weird because it didn’t seem like that kind of dream. The King shook it off, Junior was sharing his bed and he had things to do. The first order of business was contacting the Princess and making plans for the next step; that way he could possibly head home.

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The plan was for both Princess Peach and King Bowser to work on the major changes within their respective Kingdoms, and then return in a week and spend the next week working together on finishing the peace treaty. Now that the first part of the plan had been taken care of, Bowser could look forward to more time with Peach.

Unsurprisingly Bowser found that Peach’s company came with conversations of political movements and changes. Getting her on the subject of anything else was like pulling teeth. The last time he brought it up she was very clear that she wanted to stay focused on nothing but the peace treaty for now. Bowser could respect this, even if it was kind of defeating.

During this time Bowser would visit Luigi each time, and they’d take turns between the human’s house and the Koopa’s ship, where the plumber would give the King cooking lessons. Bowser thought that cooking was okay, if not a little chaotic, but enjoyable nonetheless. This time Luigi boarded the airship with a container that they offered to the King. Bowser looked at them curiously.

“I made some Canestrelli, they are crumbly cookies made with: vanilla, egg, and lemon. For you and the piccolo. There’s enough here for you to share with the Princess too, if you want.” Luigi informed him with an embarrassed smile.

It had been over a week since the human's intimate dream; since then, he had seen Bowser several times. Thankfully, it seemed as if the King had been none the wiser to Luigi's dreams and the following events. He had a feeling that if Bowser knew he would confront Luigi. That was one of the things that the plumber was beginning to realize he liked about the King, he had a hard time keeping his feelings to himself. For the most part, the Koopa was very open about what he did, and did not like.

“Let me try one. Make sure they’re up to par.” Bowser guffawed, picked up one with his claws and plopped the whole thing in his mouth. Luigi shook their head at the King’s silliness. Another thing that the plumber enjoyed about the other’s company, he was surprisingly playful and funny when he warmed up to you.

“Mmph!” The Koopa exclaimed in enjoyment and surprise, he blushed lightly at himself. “THESE ARE REALLY GOOD!” Bowser announced and cleared his throat. “I mean…. I didn’t know you could bake Luigi.” He added and scratched his neck embarrassed.

“Thank you.” Luigi felt his own face heat up in a light blush. “Yes. Mia mamma e mio papà taught us everything so we could take care of ourselves, it’s their recipe. Making them brings such fond memories.” The human disclosed with a sentimental smile.

“Like what?” The Koopa implored and honestly, the plumber wasn’t expecting him to care or ask.

“Oh, we would make cookies for the holidays. The scent of lemon filling the kitchen, flour would get everywhere. We’d laugh and joke as the house slowly filled with family and friends. Mia mamma would playfully smack our hands after the second cookie, telling us not to fill up on sweets before dinner.” Luigi recalled the memory affectionately. Luigi hadn’t been home since the fight with Pa, which also meant it had been over a week since seeing Ma. Luigi had asked Mario to tell their parents he needed time and space after what happened and they planned on stopping by soon but weren’t quite ready.

“That sounds…. Nice.” Bowser stated nonchalantly and without any tone. “Yeah, it was. I loved the feeling of the house being full and bustling with life.” The human closed his eyes and allowed himself to relive that experience of happier family times.

“Do you miss it?” The Koopa asked innocently, knowing what happened the last time the other had been home.

“I do, but I don’t. At first, I agreed to stay with Mario here because the prospect of a new adventure was exciting, but now I’m not sure if I’m just staying here because Mario is happy here or not. So I don’t know if I want to leave yet.”

“Because of Mario?” Bowser confirmed and the other nodded with a small smile.

“Sì. Somewhat.” What also had Luigi battling between staying and going home was Bowser. He could arguably get over what happened between him and Pa, or even get his own place in Brooklyn; he had so much gold saved up now.

However, they couldn’t bring themselves to leave the King well enough alone. No matter how pathetic, how impossible; Luigi wanted to stay and see things through with Bowser. Even if it meant, probably watching a person he cared so much about going into the arms of somebody else. Luigi was Bowser’s friend first, he didn’t want to abandon him, even if it came at the cost of his own heartache.

“You should do what makes you happy. Rather than settle.” The King stated matter-of-factly and the plumber wanted to tell him; “You! You make me happy!” But bit their tongue instead, a blush dusting his face.

“Ah- I know. I’ve never really been brave or driven enough to have or do my own thing let alone to know what it is. Or to speak up.” The human shrugged in disappointment with himself.

“That's not true. You’re plenty brave. You stood up to your Pa, and you volunteered to help me. The great and terrifying King of the Koopa’s, ruler of the Dark Lands!” The Koopa announced playfully. Luigi giggled at Bowser’s bravado, he was clearly putting on a display for their sake, and it touched them. Luigi subconsciously covered his face as he chuckled.

“You shouldn’t hide your face. You have a nice smile.” The King murmured, his tone switching to serious, and gently moved Luigi's hand away from his face. Both men blushed, their hands still touching.

“Anyway!” The Koopa announced regrettably removing his hand away. “I’m wondering if I can talk you into doing something other than cooking lessons today?” He mused.

“Oh? Already bored?” The human teased and the other returned with a dry mocking laugh.

“Ha ha. Of course not, not with you around! I enjoy your company. In fact, now that I know you can bake, I would like for you to teach me that next. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” Bowser informed earnestly and Luigi made a noise of agreement. He was speechless otherwise from the way the King admitted that he enjoyed the plumber’s company and wanted to basically keep them around.

“No, our conversation sparked an idea. Something that might help you decide if you want to leave, or not.” The Koopa drew with a devious smirk and the human tried to ignore the way his heart flipped unfairly.

“What did you have in mind?” They asked instead, taking deep internal breaths, to help the mental battle, lest he give away his feelings. “It’s a surprise, I’ll see if Kamek can keep an eye on Junior, hold on.” Bowser told the other.

“Wait! You don’t have to do that. If you’re okay with it, Junior could come along?” Luigi interrupted politely, and the other stopped short and looked at them. “Oh. Okay….. You sure?” Bowser checked because he wasn’t really used to people being understanding about the “kid situation”. Then again, to be fair, Luigi was his first real friend in years.

“Of course! As long as you're comfortable with that. I’m sure the piccolo would love to be a part of the fun.” The King could see a twinkle in the plumber's eye as he spoke about Junior. He swallowed thickly and pressed forward with something else instead. “Yeah, and I’m sure he would not mind getting off the airship for at least a couple of hours,” Bowser mentioned conversationally.

“Then it’s settled!” Luigi exclaimed excitedly. “I suppose it is. Excuse me while I go grab them.” The King gestured, still feeling a little bit at a loss.

“Change of plans today Junior.” The King stated once he was in his quarters, where Junior and Kamek had been. “We are all going on a little adventure! Kamek, would you please teleport all of us, Luigi included, to the rainbow road.” He asked and his son lit up.

“Race? Race! Race! Race!” Junior cheered dropping the coloring supplies in favor of the activities ahead. “You wanna race with daddy?” Bowser asked cheerfully, returning the same energy Junior had about the prospect. His tail swished happily at his son's joy.

“Yes! I’ll be a good boy. Promise.” Junior swore with a serious face. “I know you will. Let’s go! But shhh. It’s a secret I’m trying to surprise Lu.” Bowser added with a loving smile.

“Shhh. Don’t tell Lu!” Junior parroted enthusiastically. “Good job! Kamek?” The King turned to his advisor, whose smile reached across his face genuinely.

“Right away!” Kamek agreed, gathered everybody and apparrated the four of them to the rainbow road.

“Wowie!” Luigi gasped, Mario had told him about the Rainbow Road but couldn’t quite picture it. He hadn’t gotten a chance to see it yet, but here he was and it was gorgeous.

“Junior, do you want to tell Lu what we are going to do!?” Bowser quarried, addressing his son enthusiastically.

“Race! Race!” The little Koopa crowed, jumping up and down.

“Don’t worry, Junior will be driving with me. Kamek will basically make the go-karts kid friendly, it’ll be loaded with protection wards, and he’ll be following us with a lakitu cloud. He will be perfectly safe.” The King whispered into the shell of his ear, the plumber nodded and tried to suppress a shiver without much success.

“I want a good clean race out there! There are no power ups, no cheating and no sore losers!” Kamek announced, his voice magically booming as if he was a real announcer. They had secured some go-karts, geared up and set up at the beginning of the raceway.

“The first one at the finish line is the winner.” He finished and held up a stop light. Luigi flashed Bowser and Junior, an excited smile, Junior shot them a thumbs up.

The light flashed from red, to yellow, to green. Luigi floored the gas, same as Bowser and took off, both of them laughing. The race cars were probably about as fast as go-karts in the human world, fast enough for it to feel like a race, and the wind whipped through his hair. Yet, slow enough that they could enjoy the scenery as it passed by, which is what the plumber was now doing. The sites were truly breathtaking, this was the most fun he had in a while. When Bowser had said that he planned on helping Luigi make up his mind, the plumber now realized what the King had really meant. Which was that Bowser was trying to keep them around longer, this fact touched their heart.

“We won! We won! We won! We won!” Junior exclaimed, energetically at the end of the race. Luigi had admittedly played along and made it seem like he was trying to win, but the goal all along was to let the little Koopa win.

“I was so close!” Luigi fretted dramatically. “Next time I’ll totally win.” They added for effect and giggled.

“I want to go again!” Junior stomped his foot and huffed. “Now buddy, we have to go back to the ship and get some lunch in you.” The King said firmly, but kindly.

“No! I want to race again!!” Junior yelled, his face getting red in frustration and tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “Remember what we talked about buddy.” Bowser kneeled down to get eye level with his son, focused only on helping his little one. “Let’s take a big breath together.” The King did some breathing exercises with the little Koopa, which seemed to help tremendously.

Luigi felt nothing but pride and fondness for the two Koopas. Bowser could feel an echo of the plumber's thoughts through the thread that connected them. The human waited patiently, and when they seemed to be finished, he made a “come here” motion to the older Koopa. Luigi whispered something into Bowser’s ear and earned a nod.

“You know Junior, seeing as you won, and were such a good boy. There are some cookies back on the airship that I made just for you and Daddy. Would you like to try some?” Luigi watched as Junior’s eyes grew five times bigger and his jaw dropped in surprise.

“COOKIES?!” He crowed and Luigi turned to Kamek. “Kamek?” The human didn’t need to say more. “Right away.” The MagiKoopa grinned and with a flick of his wand teleported them all back to the deck of the ship.

“Bowser, I must rest for a while now. I need to recharge.” The mage insisted and the King politely dismissed him.

“So. I’m thinking, one cookie now, and if you eat all your food. I can give you another. What do you say, Junior?” Luigi looked between the little Koopa and his father. He had already gotten Bowser’s permission for the cookies but wanted to make sure that he was not stepping on any toes.

“Hmmmm. Okay!” Junior chirped. “Can you make lunch? Daddy says you’re a great cook!” He requested and Luigi watched as Bowser’s whole face flushed an interesting shade of red.

“Of course buddy. I would love to.” The human agreed easily, lightly blushing but feeling victorious all the same. “Go ahead and go color while we make the food Junior,” Bowser instructed and Junior nodded and took off.

“I’m a great cook huh?” Luigi teased the moment Junior disappeared. “Don’t act so surprised, you are a great cook.” Bowser mumbled, averting his eyes.

“Compliments from a King. Nobody would ever believe me.” The human added lightly with a caring smile. “You handled Junior’s temper tantrum really well.” They mentioned nonchalantly beginning to grab ingredients out of the fridge and cabinet. It was weird how by now he basically had the layout memorized.

“Thank you. The temper tantrums are kind of a new thing. I mean I’ve heard of terrible twos but he is my first kid. He had a nasty one a week ago. Remember when you came to my Kingdom to visit and comfort me?” The King disclosed shyly, beginning to chop the ingredients without needing to be asked.

“Yeah, I remember. So when you were talking about doing the peace treaty for your Kingdom, that entire speech. You were talking about Junior weren’t you?” The human inquired, expecting to be met with resistance as he had so many times before.

“Yes. Everything I do, I do for him. And if it benefits the Kingdom in the process, then….. bonus points. I might have been a King before I was a father, but my priorities are, and always will be, Junior.” The Koopa confessed, opening up, and easily sharing with the other.

“You’re a great dad,” Luigi confessed honestly and Bowser stopped everything he was doing to see Luigi's face. “Thank you.” The King choked, took a deep breath, and continued. “I-I’m trying. I refuse to be like my dad.” He added, clenching his fist angrily.

“Wanting to try, and breaking the cycle is the first step. So far, from what I’ve seen, you’re doing an amazing job.” The plumber pointed out as they touched the other’s shoulder for comfort. The Koopa smiled at his companion and they patted him.

“Now come on, we have a kid to feed.” The human ordered playfully and got back to the food.

Bowser was stunned though. Luigi had once again referred to the three of them as “we”, had given Bowser, possibly the highest compliment he had ever received. Had, without hesitation, wanted to involve Junior in their day today. The plumber didn’t ask any of those intrusive, uncomfortable questions people typically did upon finding out that the King had a child. By all accounts, the day had been perfect. So much so that Bowser had completely forgotten any prior irritation toward Princess Peach.

Luigi decided to return home shortly after lunch as to not intrude on Bowser’s time with Junior. There were also a few things that he still had to get done around the house and in his garden. The younger twin was daydreaming to say the least, their mind on the amazing day that they had together. He had closed the front door behind him and was unaware of any present company.

“Did you give him all of the Canestrelli? I only got two!” Mario accused and Luigi jumped out of his skin, startled from this daydream.

“Mario!” The younger twin clutched their chest and caught their breath. “Why are you helping my competition?” The older brother challenged, clearly in a bad mood but that was no excuse for this behavior.

“Vero fratello [really brother]? La Principessa is capable of making her own decisions! She’s not a prize! I swear you’re being so immature!” The green-clad plumber scoffed and shook his head.

“Whatever.” Mario huffed. “He probably needs all the help he can get.” He added under his breath.

“Mario! Hai promesso che avresti cercato di essere gentile e di dargli una possibilità. [You promised that you would try to be nice and give him a chance]. He’s really trying, are you!?” Luigi reprimanded and Mario felt himself sink down in shame.

“Luigi! Mi dispiace! I’m sorry.” The older twin begged and hung his head.

Luigi was right, Mario wasn’t giving Bowser a chance. All because Mario wasn’t sure what he disliked more; Bowser spending time with Luigi, or Bowser spending time with Peach. The red-clad twin was so sure that the Koopa King was up to something, but had no proof. Luigi always had a big heart, and if Mario was honest he was just concerned that his brother was being used somehow. Yet, the older twin also knew how clever his brother was. Plus Bowser hadn’t done anything wrong, yet. Mario knew he should trust his brother, and actually give Bowser a chance; or at least get off Luigi’s back about it.

“Luigi, I’ll-”

“I don’t want to hear it Mario. I want to see it. Stop giving me false apologies just to repeat the same mistake. Stop offering me empty promises and fill them with actions. You didn’t even bother to ask how my day was. This is what I meant when I said I feel like I can’t talk to you. All you are accomplishing is pushing me away. I bet you didn’t even know that I was considering returning home, for good.” Luigi stood firm, in spite of the torrent of emotions swirling in him, they felt the prick of tears threatening to spill over and pushed them down.

“Now, excuse me, I have a garden to take care of. I will not let you ruin my perfectly good day with your petty bullshit.” The younger twin stormed off and Mario knew better than to chase after him, he needed his space, and the older twin needed to do some serious reflection.

The rest of the week Bowser and Princess Peach were busy working together on the finalization of the peace treaty, and they had made serious progress. One time Bowser and Mario crossed paths on visiting Peach; the King was leaving, and Mario was headed toward her. Mario worked up all his nerves to smile and wave pleasantly at the Koopa King.

“Have a good afternoon.” The red-clad twin greeted warmly and the Koopa took a moment to read the other’s features; probably to see if he was being genuine.

“Thanks? Uh- you too.” Bowser said once he saw no ill intent on the other’s behalf. “Just a heads up, the Princess is a little under the weather today. That’s why I’m leaving early.” He added nonchalantly.

“Oh….. Um, Thanks?” Mario blinked and waved dumbly to the King as he left. d Bowser just try to help me?? The red-clad plumber asked himself, his mind reeling. Sure, as shit, just as Bowser said, Peach looked exhausted; her face puffy, and her nose red. Mario stood dumbfounded for a moment before approaching the Princess.

“Hey, Princess. King Bowser warned me that you weren’t feeling good?” Mario spoke softly, touching her back affectionately. “I know, isn't it awful! I’m working so hard to get this peace treaty finished already.” Peach sniffled and blew her nose into a hanky.

“And you’ve been doing a great job. But I’m sure your Toads and Bowser will understand if the Princess needs a day or two of rest. Now come on, I know just what to do.” The older twin doted affectionately and led her away from her work.

“Luigi!” Bower yelled across the yard, finding the younger twin as he poked his head out of his garden.

“Bowser?” Luigi called back confused, the King had negotiations with the Princess today, and it was still early for him to be visiting. The Koopa bounded over to the human looking either perplexed or concerned.

“I think there might be something wrong with your brother. He was nice to me!?” Bowser insisted and Luigi had to somewhat agree with that line of thought. “Oh. Wow, I guess he’s actually listening to me?” The human asked more than stated.

“You told him to be nice?” The Koopa confirmed feigning obliviousness. He remembered how Luigi had told Mario a while ago that they just wanted Mario to give the King a chance.

“Yeah, the first time I told him to try to be nice and give you a chance. But recently I called him out and asked him if he was even trying.” The plumber told the other, dusting himself off and standing up.

“Here, do you want me to help you finish that?” Bowser inquired, noticing that his companion wasn’t finished with their gardening.

“Oh, yeah. If I’m not holding you up from anything?” Luigi checked with a smile. The King assured him that he wasn’t, and the pair got to work finishing up the job together.

“By the way, did you know that flowers have meanings?” Bowser implored as they finished up their duties together.

“What?”

“Oh yeah. Remember when I got you those flowers? The florist had to steer me in the right direction because apparently flowers have meanings.” The King educated and the other made an impressed face.

“That’s so awesome. I’m going to have to get a book on that.” The plumber rubbed their hands together excitedly. “I knew you’d enjoy that bit of information.” The Koopa admitted smugly.

“After we are done here, do you want to start those baking lessons today?” The human inquired and Bowser lit up at the offer and quickly agreed.

Princess Peach and Mario focused the next two days on the Princess's recovery. Bowser had taken some initiative to help get some things done during her time off. Luigi had spent most of his time at work and picked up a few extra hours in Mario’s absence. Peach’s health had been quickly restored and was not only grateful to Mario for his help but also to Bowser for taking action in her place to help her. In fact, during this time everyone, Bowser and Mario included, had worked together. It wasn’t long before the peace treaty was finished, signed and most of the working parts in place and implemented. Everyone sighed in relief at the weight that had been lifted off their shoulders, and Bowser had returned to his Kingdom.

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“Princess Peach.” Bowser called out, the crystal communicator in hand. “Good morning King Bowser. How may I help you?” Peach responded with a smile.

“Now that the peace treaty is finished, and most everything is in place for our respective Kingdoms, I do believe a celebration is in order.” The King recommended, and took a deep breath; he had been working up the courage for this all week.

“I couldn’t agree more!” The Princess gushed and the other felt relief at her easygoing nature.

“I’m hoping we can meet up and I would also like to bring a guest if that’s alright with you?” The Koopa wondered nervously. Now that the peace treaty was finalized, Bowser felt more comfortable with Peach meeting Junior, and that’s what he was hoping for.

“Of course. Let’s make a day, I already have some ideas.” Peach stated, for the first time she actually sounded excited to meet up with Bowser; he couldn’t help the happy twitch of his tail.

They worked out the details and afterward, the King called Luigi to update him on the good news and they congratulated him, but he seemed distracted, off. The Koopa decided not to press Luigi, he knew that the human had returned home from the human world not that long ago. It was possible Luigi was just working through some things regarding that, then again the plumber had said it went well. Whatever the case was, Bowser wanted to respect Luigi, as he had so many times before, and knew that the human would talk to the King about it when and if they were ready.

“Daddy. I’m scared. What if I don’t like her?” Junior fretted upon landing near Princess Peach’s castle. Bowser fixed his son's clothing, he had picked out matching outfits for them and Junior looked so handsome.

“Then we will leave. Plain and simple. Just tell me your stomach hurts, and I’ll know that you need to go.” Bowser informed seriously and Junior nodded quietly. “I promise I won’t be mad if you do. But you like Luigi, so maybe you’ll like her too?’ He added when he saw his son’s hesitation.

“Yeah, but Lu is fun. Is the Princess fun like him?” Junior inquired innocently and Bowser wished he could answer his son, but he didn’t know if Peach was fun. The King still felt like he hardly knew the Princess, truth be told.

“I’ll let you decide that on your own.” Bowser urged instead and Junior agreed, seeming more at ease. Bowser took his son’s hand and led him into Peach’s study, where she informed the King she would be. He knocked on the door and his son ducked behind him nervously, the Princess invited him in.

“Princess Peach, I would like for you to meet someone,” Bowser announced and looked at Junior who poked his head around to see Peach who had been standing over her desk looking over some paperwork.

“This is my son Junior. Junior, this is Princess Peach.” The King introduced and Junior didn’t move, meanwhile, the Princess looked surprised.

“Oh, I thought when you said you were “bringing a guest” you meant Luigi,” Peach explained looking unfazed, her attention more so on the work in front of her. In all honesty, the older Koopa wasn’t sure what to do with this information or reaction.

“When you said “a celebration was in order” I was hoping to discuss the possibility of holding a Unity Ball to celebrate peace in a month.” The Princess disclosed and Bowser had closed the distance between them.

“Maybe we can talk about something else for now.” Bowser touched her gloved hand gently, to gain her attention. Peach quickly ripped her hand away either aggravated or disgusted.

“I'd rather stay focused.” The Princess snapped and the other felt his aggravation flare.

“I’d rather NOT have this conversation in front of Junior. I’ll contact you and set something up in the future. Please excuse me, I must take care of Junior.” Bowser barked, picked up Junior, and left, ignoring Peach’s irritation and indignant sputtering.

“Did I do something wrong Daddy?” Junior cried when they were out of earshot. “No, of course not buddy. You were perfect. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” Bowser cooed, still storming to the airship.

“Did your stomach hurt?” The little Koopa hinted, wise beyond his years. “Yeah, Daddy’s stomach hurt.” The King confessed.

Princess Peach gave no mind to Junior as if he wasn’t even there. She didn’t even bother to say hello, she hardly looked at Junior, she didn't seem to care about him or the King at all. Peach didn’t act anywhere near as receptive as Luigi had; this thought echoed through him and only enraged him. The Princess was only concerned with her agenda, her plans, her needs. She had only agreed to meet with Bowser because she wanted something from him, like so many before her. She had acted repulsed by the very touch of him. Peach didn’t like Bowser, she never would, and Bowser was beginning to realize that he wasn’t sure if he liked her. In fact, the King wondered if he ever truly liked her at all.

Bowser boarded the ship and placed Junior in his quarters and asked for him to get ready for dinner. Originally the King had planned to invite Peach to dinner with his son, see how the two fared; but that was never going to happen. The Koopa asked for Kamek to bring the airship to Luigi, he had to ask the plumber something that was burning into his mind.

The King’s mind viciously replayed Peach snatching her hand away in disgust. All he ever knew was his unrequited feelings for the Princess for as long as he could remember, and all she could see him as was a monster. Peach had proven to be just like so many people in his life. Always taking, never giving, never caring. He clenched his jaw and blew smoke from his nostrils suppressing an angry roar.

“Luigi.” Bowser announced knocking on the plumber’s door in a bit of a frenzy. Luigi answered quickly, Mario was in the kitchen making dinner. They stepped away from the house a bit.

“How did Junior’s visit go with the Princess?” Luigi whispered, he could feel the other’s vortex of emotions and was worried that something had gone wrong. “It went great. She loves him.” Bowser snapped, unable to stop himself from lying.

“Well, what's not to love? I’m glad to hear that.” The plumber commented picking up the intensity of the King’s anger and trying to meet it with patience.

“Why are you asking?” The Koopa inquired accusingly, avoiding the subject momentarily. “I’m just- asking? Trying to be friendly.” The human faltered, hurt by the other’s fierceness.

Mario had been working on dinner when he realized the kitchen window had been left open, he had been planning on closing it to give his brother and the King their privacy but hesitated when the Koopa’s next words came out an octave louder than they should have for a polite conversation.

“I just don’t understand why you’re doing this! Why are you helping me? What do you get out of this!?” Bower bellowed wanting to yank his hair out. Tear himself down so Luigi would finally see all the ugliness, and would understand that he was nothing more than a beast, a wretched monster.

“I’m helping you because you asked? Because I thought we were friends?! I am Not getting anything out of this! I don’t have to get something out of it to want to help you, Bowser.” Luigi retorted, matching his tone.

“That just doesn’t make sense to me. There has to be an angle.” The King pointed out clearly.

“No! No, there doesn’t! I’m helping you simply because I want to.” The plumber elaborated and the other growled. Mario clenched his fists ready and willing to jump in the middle of whatever this was at any moment.

“Anybody who’s ever helped me was simply because they want something in return.” Bowser ranted and recalled that the Princess would only go on a date with him if they discussed the peace treaty. That now the only thing she wanted to talk about was a ball.

“That's not true and you know it. What about Kamek? What about the Princess!?” Luigi debated, and the King shook his head. Kamek was an advisor he had to treat Bowser better, it was his job; and the Princess was the route of this issue.

“The Princess is none of your concern.” The Koopa dismissed his query defensively.

“Arrgh!! You’re so frustrating sometimes! Can’t you just accept that I’m helping you because I want to?” The human interjected feeling their own frustration get the best of them.

“No! I was so awful to you! Why would you ever want to help me?” Bowser choked, trying not to cry.

“Because I’ve forgiven you. I’ve moved on. I want- I want to move on. Just because you haven’t forgiven yourself doesn’t mean you’re not worthy of forgiveness.” Luigi confessed empathetically, feeling the damn cracking under pressure.

“How dare you! How dare you talk to me like that?” Bowser roared his pride and ego flaring up protectively. A vicious voice in his head spewed poisonous words into his mind; it wanted to destroy and hurt, it was after blood.

“You’re right. My apologies, Your Majesty. Now if you excuse me.” Luigi spat and turned his cheek, turning away from the King.

Mario huffed; serves Bowser right, he thought.

That evil voice in Bowser’s mind reveled in the chaos, That’s right you don’t need him, you don’t need anyone.

Then, there was a soft light that drifted through Bowser’s memories. Like a butterfly fluttering through a field of flowers. It filled the King's mind and body with warmth and love. With visions of laughter, cooking, and baking. A Yoshi, fireflowers, and a rainbow road. The malicious voice chased it away, and Bowser was left feeling bereft and cumbersome. Loneliness and grief brought him to his knees.

Mario heard it before he saw it, before he processed it. The heavy sound of the King’s knees hitting the grass. A choked sob of desperation and pain.

“W-wait! Luigi, wait! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Bowser, the fearsome King of the Koopa’s wailed. “Please. I want- I want to be friends with you too! I just don’t know how to.” He buckled under the weight of the heartache, the thought of losing Luigi was too much to bear.

Mario quietly began to close the window and put on some music to block out their conversation. The older twin, as ashamed as he was to admit it, realized for the first time that Bower had feelings too. The “fearsome King of the Koopas” was changing, and was willing to beg for his friendship with Luigi, that is how much it meant to him. Mario swore to himself right there and then that he would work even harder for Luigi, and would accept and move on from this picture that he had painted of Bowser.

“I’m so sorry for how I treated you as a prisoner, I know I've already said this but. I need you to know, I hate myself for making you cry, for yelling at you. Or letting that grubby Professor ever get close to you. That until recently, I’ve been so closed off, distrusting, and self-centered. Please, I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like two conflicting voices are battling within me and I can't understand them to choose a side. It's driving me crazy, and I snapped. I’m sorry.” Bowser finished and looked away from Luigi.

“Maybe you can't understand them because you're not truly listening. Allow yourself to reflect on your feelings. “When I lose my temper, I think it's just me trying to tell me something I'm not ready to hear.(*1)”. Your mind is trying to tell you something,” Luigi stated sagely, without hesitation, Luigi lifted Bowser chin up. He allowed himself to revel in the warmth of Bower’s scales for a moment as their gazes locked.

“Bowser, just allow yourself to be forgiven, allow yourself to feel and be vulnerable.” The plumber unintentionally pulsed with kindness and admiration; it plucked the tether between them and the King tried to fight it, feeling undeserving.

“I have an image to uphold,” Bowser argued and then realized the irony of his statement. Considering the fact that he was on his knees begging for forgiveness. The King flushed dully and stood up, the human helped him to his feet and the Koopa looked away.

“Do you? Because I thought you were trying to change the way people saw you.” Luigi challenged.

“You mean like a monster.” Bowser pointed out.

“DON’T- don’t call yourself that. You’re not a monster!” The plumber reprimanded him intensely. “That’s all people ever see me for.” The King murmured, he wasn’t sure how the other didn’t see that.

“That’s not true. That’s not how I see you. I’ve never seen you as a monster.” The human divulged and the Koopa snapped his head at that confession.

“But you were terrified of me!” Bowser argued.

“Of course I was, you remember our first conversation! Plus I had come to an unknown land, with creatures I had never seen before! How was I supposed to act?” Luigi reminded the other, the conversation beginning to cool down.

“So what am I supposed to do? Completely change who I am!?” The King battled and the other looked offended at the very idea.

“What? No, of course not. But drop this front that you put up, the “Fearsome King of the Koopa’s”. Show them the real side of you. The side I’ve seen of the kind King who made sure to take the time to make my coffee and made sure I ate. Who took me to dinner and raced on a rainbow road. The ruler who showed me his fire flower garden, and the Yoshi. Who listens and is funny, thoughtful, and so caring.” Luigi began Bowser couldn’t look away. It was like Luigi had read his mind earlier, had seen something that no one had in a while.

“The side that I’ve seen. Somebody who cares for their kid as much as you do isn’t a monster. Someone who cares about their prisoners isn’t evil. Show them, show Peach, that side of you. The protective, caring side. Who gave up their own happiness for a complete stranger. That’s the Bowser I know.” They finished their rant and the Koopa felt the urge to reach out and for once gave in and placed a hand on the man’s arm. The human smiled and placed a hand over his.

“You- you’re right…. You’re right and all I keep doing is trying to fuck this up. I’m sorry.” The King faltered and bit his lip from saying more.

“Bowser, I forgive you. Because you’re trying; and I can see the change in you and I am in awe of it. I forgive you because of who you are, not in spite of it. And you’re not fucking it up. Just- will you please trust me, that I don’t have any other intentions or motives? I want to be there for you because you are an amazing person and father. After all, we are friends and I care about you.” Luigi disclosed feeling as if he let too much of his heart out but couldn’t find it in himself to care less.

“I- I will trust you. You are one of the most incredible individuals I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and I am so glad that you stumbled into my life.” Bowser admitted and watched as Luigi blushed at the praise. “Thank you.” They whispered, removing their hand to tuck a stray hair behind his ear; and something about that just seemed so endearing.

“I should go tend to Junior now. But I’ll see you in a week or so, okay?” The King informed and the plumber nodded happily. The pair said their goodbyes and parted ways, Bowser docking the ship and Luigi entering his home.

Luigi could not help but feel a heavy weight pressing down on his chest; the pressure was from unrequited feelings, a deep longing that washed over him. They took a deep breath and hoped that the feelings wouldn’t echo through to Bowser. They closed the door behind him and unintentionally sunk down to the floor, a choked sob escaping his lips.

“Luigi!?” Mario stopped what he was doing and walked over to his brother. Had something happened after he closed the window? He didn’t hear any more raised voices. “Come, dinner can wait. Let’s have some hot cocoa.” He fretted and picked the younger twin up from the ground and brought them to the couch.

“Did something happen between you and Bowser?” The red-clad brother inquired softly after Luigi had some hot cocoa in hand and the crying had calmed down.

“Not exactly. Dio, Mario. Ho bisogno di mio fratello adesso. [God, Mario. I need my brother right now]” The younger twin shared cryptically. “Sono qui Luigi. Giuro che sono qui. [I'm here Luigi. I swear I'm here]” Mario said soothingly, and gave brother some time to collect himself.

“Do you know how you’re always saying, “Nothing can hurt us as long as we’re together”?” Luigi started nervously. “Yes.” Mario whispered softly.

“I need you to be in this together with me. I need you to listen. I need you. Per favore fratello. [Please brother]. Because I can’t carry this alone anymore.” The green-clad plumber buckled under the weight he had been bearing.

“Okay Luigi, I’m listening.” The older brother reassured them and watched as his brother took several deep breaths before continuing.

“Do you know how in our world people talk of soulmates, and it’s just a cutesy little fairy tale?” Luigi mentioned feeling empty. Fate just seemed to be too cruel. It was one thing if Bowser had been anyone else, but no he had to have feelings for his soulmate; who ironically wanted someone else.

“Yes?” Mario said wearily.

“It's a real thing here. Somehow tied into the magic of this land.” The younger one explained and his brother tried to steal his face from disbelief. “Oookaaay…..” Mario drew torn between skeptical and confused.

“I don’t know much about how it works. What I do know is that soulmates are marked after skin-to-skin contact.” The green-clad plumber informed and Mario’s eyebrow raised higher. “Marked?” The older twin checked.

“Marked.” Luigi took another deep breath, laughed deprecatingly, and slowly removed his long-sleeved shirt revealing the marked skin.

“Holy shit. That’s huge. It goes all the way up to your elbow. They’re flowers?” Mario stated, his face flipping through many different emotions. Mario traced the petals of the different flowers as they intertwined on his brother’s arm.

“Marigolds, and primroses.” The younger twin educated him; he recalled Bowser telling him flowers had meanings. Then I made a mental note to look up the meaning of these.

“Your soulmate is-”

“Bowser, yes.” Luigi interrupted. “It didn’t start out this big. It was smaller than the size of my hand. What I do know is that once the connection is made, the mark will start to grow depending on the bond we share. Then when the mark reaches my heart we will be bound forever.” Luigi informed him, he knew what was next and he wasn’t ready for it.

“But? You don't have a bond with him?” Mario asked, sounding lost, but nonjudgmental.

“I think- I think that it grows with my feelings. I watched it bloom when I- was thinking of him fondly.” Yeah because he definitely was not going to bring out that little nugget of information to his brother, ever, if he could help it.

“You mean-“

“I like Bowser. I like him a lot. The flowers are growing because of that.” Luigi interrupted with the confession.

“We have to tell Peach!” The older twin exclaimed.

“NO!” The green-clad plumber screamed hysterically. “No, please. He doesn’t- he wants Peach. I don’t want to get in the way of that.” They finished solemnly.

“But the mark?” Mario stressed the fact as if it mattered. “It’s not important. We have to move on.” Luigi dismissed, hugging himself.

“But….. is that what you want?” The older brother queried, and the younger twin was glad that he did. So many of these feelings had been building up inside of him, almost festering, and they understood that they couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Of course not! But I’m just- me! A broke plumber from Brooklyn, New York. Peach is the Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom. I’m a weak, scaredy-cat, nobody. He told me when we first met that he loved her, and almost every day since then how he only has eyes for her. Bowser will never see me as anything more than a friend, and it’s fucking killing me.” Luigi confessed and choked out a sob feeling pathetic.

“Luigi, I’m so sorry. I had no idea. Come here.” Mario pulled his brother into another hug as they fell apart. The brothers stayed like that for a while as their hot cocoa grew cold, and Luigi finally worked out all of his repressed feelings.

“I was so scared to tell you because all you ever saw was a monster. But he’s not. He cares so much about his people. You should see him with- never mind I don’t know if I can say that.” Luigi began to ramble and then grimaced when they almost slipped up about Junior. He knew that Peach would probably tell Mario, but it didn’t feel right to share that information without Bowser’s express permission.

“He gave me a pass to his Kingdom if I ever needed a safe space. He apologized to me time and time again. He has validated me, and made me feel like I deserve so much. He’s genuinely trying to be a better person, and he’s becoming one.” The younger twin raved and the red-clad plumber gave them a sympathetic look.

“I didn’t make it easy to tell me either. I’m such an ass. I’m so sorry. I promise I’m trying to do better. Nothing can hurt us.” Mario lamented and held his brother a little tighter. “As long as we’re together.” Luigi finished sentimentally.

“Exactly. But- what do you want me to do?” The red-clad plumber insisted, pulling away to look at Luigi’s face.

“Nothing. Literally nothing. Don’t tell anybody! Just be there for me. He will eventually confess to the Princess, and I’ll head home after that.” The younger twin explained feeling empty as they made that statement. “What if she turns him down? The older one wondered innocently.

“It won't matter. I don’t want to be a second option. I deserve more than that. You don’t have to come back home with me.” Luigi professed seriously, and Mario smirked with the knowledge that his brother knew his self-worth.

“I understand. For now, let’s just take it one day at a time. At the moment you should take a long hot bath and try to go to sleep.” The other one recommended with care. “Thank you, I think I will.” The green-clad plumber croaked and exchanged one last hug before doing just that.

“Bowser?” Kamek inquired, he could tell that something was on the King's mind, he had been uncharacteristically quiet.

“Kamek. Things didn't go as I had planned or hoped with the Princess. I need some time to reflect on that.” Bowser admitted and the mage made a noise of agreement and excused himself. He felt a deep longing and grief settle into his being. The King thought about what Luigi had said, “Maybe you can't understand them because you're not truly listening. Allow yourself to reflect on your feelings.”. Luigi was probably right, he needed to be patient for once and allow himself time to contemplate why he felt this way. He needed to look inward.

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A few days had passed since Princess Peach had “met” Junior, and through the crystal communicator, Bowser had set up a day with the Princess to discuss the Unity Ball. After that, he called Luigi and told him that he needed some time away to work through some things. Needless to say, the plumber was much more understanding than the Princess, but he didn’t care about her minor inconvenience.

“Kamek, going forward I would like to request you to be by my side when discussing things with the Princess.” Bowser updated the MagiKoopa feeling as if this was the best decision. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to be alone in her presence for a while.

“Bowser, I know you plan to meet with her at the end of this week, don’t you think you should spend more time with her? To gain her favor.” Kamek insisted genuinely confused. The King had seemed to be indifferent toward the Princess as of late, but the mage wasn’t sure why.

“I am no longer interested in pursuing the Princess whatsoever. Romanticly or otherwise. My goal simply is to get through this damn ball with her, nothing more.” The King testified and the MagiKoopa was surprised, to say the least at this update. The ruler seemed perfectly at ease with his decision however, there did seem to be a bit of resentment toward the Princess.

“Understood Bowser. Is there anything else that you’d like to share?” The mage checked because the other’s mind still seemed distant. “Not at this time. Thank you.” Bowser said genuinely.

The rest of the week flew by for everyone involved. Bowser kept busy between his Kingly duties and fatherly ones. Luigi and Mario worked their typical schedule; whereas just as suspected Peach did tell Mario about Junior. However, Mario hadn’t been upset, if anything he understood more now why Luigi liked the Koopa so much. Peach handled her usual tasks, and in her spare time put together a vision board for the Unity Ball to present to Bowser. When the time came Bowser left for the Mushroom Kingdom to make plans with Peach.

Planning a ball was dull, and unsurprisingly Kamek had more to give than Bowser, so the King allowed the advisor to speak freely, and it had been a fresh breath of air to see the MagiKoopa so energetic about the project. Really Bowser had only a few things to add, and Peach suggested they meet weekly to make sure arrangements were in order. After that Bowser felt himself drawn to a certain plumber's house, he asked for Kamek to wait for him and stopped by said house. Mario answered the door first this time, and the two both looked caught off guard by this.

“You know, the Princess and I are planning this ball. Next week we will meet up again, you should join us. I’m sure Her Highness would love an extra set of hands around the castle for preparation.” Bowser hinted and Mario’s jaw fell open. The King had sounded completely sincere, there wasn’t a trace of malice, contempt, or any negative tone whatsoever. “Um, okay?” The older twin faltered unsure where that had come from or why Bowser had said it at all. Bowser was banking on the fact that Peach might feel more comfortable in the presence of Mario, and the more the merrier.

“Bowser?” Luigi implored leaving his reading spot. “What are you doing here?” They wondered and Mario squeezed out of the doorway to leave the two alone.

“I’ve had a very long day, I’m going to treat myself to ice cream. Would you care to join?” The King proposed and although baffled the other one agreed easily. The Koopa had been looking forward to some enjoyable adult interaction, and spending time with Luigi almost always equated to that.

“You look stunning by the way.” Bowser complimented the other naturally and smirked at the way Luigi’s whole face lit up in a blush. They had chosen to wear that first dress that the King had gotten them. “Thank you. It’s comfortable enough to wear around the house so,” The plumber shrugged and the other nodded. They walked to the market together and Bowser could already feel himself getting lighter. Mario, far off in the background, definitely took note of Bowser’s compliment to Luigi.

“By the way, I found a book on floriography: the language of flowers. Your birthday is in February, isn’t it?” Luigi pondered with a slick grin. “How did you know?” Bowser asked in wonder.

“Our…..” The human gestured to his arm to signify the soulmate mark that lay beneath clothing. “They are flowers. The primrose means protection and safety, it is also the February birth flower. Just like one of the birth flowers for October is marigolds.” They finished and the other tilted their head in curiosity.

“What do marigolds stand for?” The Koopa inquired and watched as his companion became rosy-cheeked. “Purity, warmth, and passion.” The plumber answered, mumbling the last part.

“Don’t be so embarrassed. It’s accurate. You are very passionate when it comes to things you love. You are a warm and welcoming person, I always feel more with you.” Bowser confessed, realizing the sincerity of his words as he said them.

“And the purity?” Luigi questioned feeling at a loss. The King saw the moment to tease the other and decided to do so.

“Must be because you are a virgin.” Bowser jested and the human got flustered.

“I am most certainly not!” Luigi disclosed an octave louder than they meant and clamped their hands over their mouth in embarrassment and the King choked on his own laughter and humiliation.

“Bowser!” The plumber admonished and smacked the other playfully. “In all seriousness though Luigi, you are a pure soul.” The Koopa shared and felt warm at the shy smile that was returned to him in response.

“Come on, let's go get ice cream.” Luigi directed, leading the way. The ice cream parlor was in a plaza, there seemed to be a small concert of sorts going on. “Oo, we can grab dessert and enjoy live music too!” The human exclaimed and Bowser agreed. They placed their orders and sat outside close to the band that was playing upbeat music.

“Can I try some of yours? I’ve never had a root beer float before.” The King requested after the human had mixed up the soda and ice cream to make a slushy type drink. “Sure.” Luigi smiled, scooped up a spoonful, and passed it to the other; he gave it a try and lit up.

“That’s really good!” The Koopa gushed, making his companion giggle. “My turn!” The human announced and Bowser looked perplexed. “I’m sure you’ve tried strawberry ice cream before.” The King narrowed his eyes accusingly.

“Doesn’t matter. Fair is fair.” Luigi quipped, and without thinking grabbed the hand that held the frosty treat, pulled it to his mouth, and took a long lick. Bowser felt heat shoot straight to his groin when their eyes locked and Luigi’s face flushed.

“I cannot believe you just did that.” The King pointed out in a jesting tone, trying to ignore a swarm of unwanted thoughts trying to force their way in. “Tastes good. Like victory.” The plumber murmured, probably trying to hide their own humiliation behind a light attitude.

Bowser did laugh at that and the tension slipped away. They sat together silently enjoying the band together for a while, the next song they played had a good beat. Some of the listeners got up and danced to it and it seemed Luigi enjoyed it too, if the way his body was moving was anything to go by.

“Go dance.” Bowser gestured to the crowd and Luigi blushed as if they had been caught red-handed but agreed and joined the crowd anyway. The human seemed so free and careless as their body moved with the music, the song ended, and another one just as upbeat started; the plumber turned to the King.

“Dance with me, Bowser.” Luigi offered his face tinted pink from the exercise and his own bold offer. The Koopa blushed fiercely. “Are you sure? There are a lot of people here?” Bowser couldn’t help but feel the pulse of discomfort and self-consciousness run cold through him. Luigi got closer to the King and whispered into his ear.

“Let them look.” The plumber murmured and set the Koopa on fire. He stood up, retracted his shell spikes, less he accidentally hurt someone nearby, and held his hand out decisively. “I’ll take the lead,” Bowser instructed proudly, and Luigi decided to ask about the shell spikes later in favor of taking the other’s hand.

The two danced without restriction, the moves were not intimate but the two would meet back up and Bowser would twirl Luigi. The plumber would smile widely or giggle openly each time he did, at the end of the song the King dipped the human who looked star-struck but happily so. Time around them froze in that moment, dazzling ruby orbs locked with brilliant sapphire ones; their bodies pressed close together, Bowser holding Luigi up with no issue as he cradled their head with such care. Then applause erupted around them, they had unknowingly gained an audience, and just like that, the moment was gone.

With the men in sync, the mark bloomed with a ferocity it hadn’t before, both marigolds and primroses blooming in unison, climbing past their elbows and up to their biceps. They broke the embrace both naturally and awkwardly; Luigi grabbed Bowser’s hand and pulled him along the path away from the group.

“I didn’t know you could dance! Or that your spikes retract!” Luigi exclaimed when they were finally alone and began walking towards the plumber's house.

“I’m better at ballroom dancing, but as part of my “rebellious phase” I taught myself how to free-form dance. I forgot how fun it was.” Bowser began and chuckled, a little bit of melancholy slipping into his tone. “And yes, both my shell spikes and claws retract. I feel more myself when they are out, so I only do it on rare occasions or to go to bed.” The King explained and Luigi nodded in understanding and agreement.

“I had a lot of fun. Thank you.” The human muttered and realized that their hands were still clasped on their walk, he took his hand back and blushed.

“No, thank you. I needed that.” The Koopa stressed. They arrived at Luigi’s home relatively quickly and said their goodbyes in time for dinner.

After Bowser dropped Luigi off he made the walk back to the airship. He couldn’t stop thinking about the time he had just shared with Luigi; his smile, his laugh. The way they blushed and joked and were just themselves. The way Bowser had earlier realized that what he said was true, the King always felt more with Luigi. More safe, more centered, more happy, more accepted and seen. Bowser let the feeling wash over him, tingling down from his head to his tones; ringing through his being.

“Kamek.” Bowser muttered, blown away at this moment. “Bowser.” Kamek addressed the other and wasn’t sure what the King’s face signified.

“I need to tell you something important. I need you to listen and wait. Please, I’m not asking as your King; I'm asking as your ward.” The Koopa looked to his advisor with wide wet eyes that were both so young with hope and worn with heartache.

“Go ahead, Bowser.” The MagiKoopa prompted feeling humbled and proud.

“I’ve already told you that I don’t like the Princess. I want to add to that, I'm not sure if I really ever liked her. I liked the idea of her, the fantasy reality I built with her. I thought I liked her because I thought she was what I deserved; someone who didn’t really love me, or care for me. Because so many people have treated me like that. But I’ve learned that I want more than that for me, that I can get more than that, and I deserve it.” Bowser started and took a deep breath.

“Luigi has helped teach me that. Aside from his endless kindness to help me, he shows no disgust in my presence. No contempt for my mannerisms, or distrust because of my past. He wants to be my friend just to be my friend. He sees that there is good in me and wants to see it come out. He has told me I am a great father. He’s made my life so much brighter, and hopeful.” It was true, the King also wanted to keep being good because of how much of an effect Luigi had in his life.

“What I am trying to say is that I know without a doubt that I’ve never really liked Peach. Not when I feel this way about Luigi, not when I’ve met someone as incredible as them. I like Luigi a lot.” Bowser finished reverently and blushed at the confession.

“Bowser, you love him.” Kamek uttered and Bowser’s world had just shattered apart, collapsing in on itself. It was bright colors and light flashing, dancing together coming into focus.

The unrestrained touching, the way Luigi was with Junior; how he wanted more of those things. How being with him could make Bowser’s day, the King recalled their first dinner together, and how he thought they were gorgeous, how he couldn’t keep his eyes off of them at all as they stripped down the boxers and jumped into the lake on Dinosaur island. So many times the Koopa ruler had wanted to reach out and touch him, kiss him. Bowser recalled wanting to tell Luigi, “I love you” a while ago.

“Fuck. You’re right.” Bowser agreed, feeling shaken to his core. “I need some time to figure out what I’m going to do.” He added and felt his stomach rumble in hunger. “Dinner first.” Kamek insisted and the other agreed easily.

Bowser put all thoughts of Luigi to the side for the time being; wanting to focus his attention on enjoying dinner, and time with his son until they returned to the castle. When they returned to the Koopa Kingdom the King focused on taking care of his priorities and his castle before anything else. Finally, after the dust had settled, one night in the safety of his room the Koopa replayed the events with Luigi a few days prior.

Luigi’s body pressed flush against his, the star-struck look in his brilliant sapphire eyes. Bowser had the pleasure of knowing the feeling of their skin against his scales and wanted more. He imagined hands tracing up his arms, touching his face.

“Bowser.” Luigi’s soft lips murmured. Bowser closed his eyes and allowed his hand to trail down his body, his length extending into his palm. The King’s fingers skittered teasingly down his shaft.

“Mm~ let me have a taste.” The Luigi in the Koopa’s head purred and Bowser remembered exactly how Luigi looked as his tongue languidly drug across the ice cream.

“Oh, fuck.” the King gasped with fever. “You taste good~” Bowser’s hips stuttered forward into his grasp. The King imagined so much of the human’s skin on display, envisioned how they would blush as his cock slipped into their lips.

“Stars, Luigi.” The Koopa moaned and he sped his movements up and with more precision; Bowser bit his lip and climaxed as he fantasized about Luigi. The King took a moment to himself before cleaning his mess.

“I’m going to have to tell him sooner or later.” Bowser groaned out loud to himself. The Koopa did know this, but there was something that he had to make sure of and do first, and he had the perfect plan for it.

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Another week flew by and Bowser met with the Princess; with Mario by her side and Kamek by his. Plans for the ball were coming to completion and so too was Bowser’s plans. Bowser wanted to see how Luigi would fit into castle life in the Koopa Kingdom, he had planned a test of sorts to see what that might look like for them. But, truth be told, the King had other intentions too. Bowser hoped that with some alone time together he could either work up a confession or just kiss him. The King had already informed Kamek about his plans for Luigi and Peach seemed much more manageable with the present company, and he wondered briefly if that was because of Mario. He smiled to himself, good for them. After the meeting, Bowser left Mario and Peach to visit Luigi, who was tending to their garden.

“Would you like a hand?” The King asked as he crossed the yard. “Bowser! Why yes I would.” The plumber waved him over and they worked together on taking care of the plants.

“You’re already finished? Where is Mario?” The younger twin inquired innocently. “Yes, plans for the ball are basically done. And he was with Peach when I left.” The Koopa responded simply with a shrug.

“Aren’t you concerned about Mario spending time with the Princess?” The plumber wondered curiously and saw Bowser’s cheeks tint in a light blush. “I am not worried about the Princess in the slightest.” He disclosed genuinely and confidently, trying to hint thickly. Luigi wasn’t sure what Bowser had meant by that and shrugged it off.

“What brings you over here?” Luigi insisted instead, changing the subject to something else. “I need your help with something important to me. This ball planning has me a little stretched thin, and I could really use an extra set of hands on some of my duties. I don’t want to sacrifice time with Junior on behalf of the damn fancy party.” Bowser began and Luigi looked crestfallen.

“Bowser. I’m not any good with “Kingly Duties”. I have no experience.” The plumber admitted self-consciously. “First of all, you are brilliant and I have no doubts that you could handle just about anything that I’d throw at you. Secondly, I have a list of things that need to be done. Even if you did a few of those things that you were more confident in, it would help me so much. Kamek can pop in and answer questions, otherwise, everything has a description and directions.” The King explained and the other blushed at the praise.

“If you think I can handle it then, of course, I’ll help you.” The human agreed, fiddling nervously with their fingers. Bowser took hold of their hands.

“A few more things first. It’s at least a three-day job, you are welcome to stay in the same room as before if you are comfortable. I will be paying you double whatever you make with the Princess; as a courtesy. For my own sanity, I would like to request that you do regular check-ins with me. The noon and night should suffice. Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. Any questions?” The Koopa listed.

“Sounds good but, you don’t need to pay me.” Luigi assured him. “That’s not a question Luigi.” Bowser tsked and shook his head. “Other than that, when were you hoping to start this?” The human inquired. “The sooner, the better.” The King informed.

“I could leave tonight? If you don’t mind waiting around for Mario to get home so I can tell him.” The plumber offered him easily. “Shouldn’t be an issue.” The Koopa agreed. “Want another baking lesson while we wait?” Luigi prodded playfully.

“Actually,” Bowser drew with a blush. “I’ve really taken a liking to baking; more so than cooking. I’ve been practicing in my free time, maybe I can make something for you, for once. Lemon Bars?” The King enjoyed the precision and order that came with baking. Unlike cooking where you couldn’t leave the stove, and measurements were more like guesswork; baking was an exact science, and you could do something else while the oven baked the goods.

“Alright. Show me what you got.” The human teased. “Be careful what you wish for.” The Koopa purred and the plumber flushed, swallowing thickly.

“I’m going to start packing while you do that. Holler if you need anything.” Luigi’s voice cracked and he ran to their room. The plumber wondered briefly if he would survive being alone with Bowser for an extended time, and if they had time for a cold shower before leaving.

Mario was all too happy to help Peach out, it was still strange that Bowser had been the one to guide him in that direction. It was weird that Kamek had been by Bowser’s side, but the smaller Koopa seemed to have more input on the ball itself than the King. Yet the oddest thing was that as soon as they had finished Bowser left, he didn’t even try to talk to the Princess at all. When Mario commented on the Koopa’s advisor being present the Princess informed him that the same thing had happened last time. In fact, by all accounts, Bowser wasn’t acting as the red-clad plumber had thought.

Mario shook himself from his thoughts and the information that Peach had shared and looked forward to being home with his brother to talk to him about this. He opened the door and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large, familiar figure. Bowser was in his kitchen. The older twin briefly wondered when he had stepped into an alternate reality.

“Hey, Mario. Luigi is in his room packing. I believe they want to speak with you but first, if I could just have a moment of your time. Please.” Bowser cleaned his hands and turned to the red-clad plumber, who made a noise of confused recognition.

“I know I haven’t done anything to hurt you personally, but I would still like to apologize for my atrocious behavior towards your brother when we first met. I know for a fact that if anyone had treated my son, Junior, like that I would be less than forgiving. So it would be hypocritical of me to ask for your forgiveness, but I wanted to let you know that there is sincerely nothing I regret more.” The King started and Mario was shocked into silence.

“I hope in the future we can move on from this, because I know how much you mean to Luigi, and I would hate for our sordid past to cause them any discomfort.” He finished with a genuine but nervous smile.

“Does this have anything to do with the Princess??” The older twin couldn’t help but ask out of habit, although somehow he highly doubted it as he vaguely remembered Bowser complimenting Luigi not that long ago.

“What?” Bowser laughed sincerely. “No! Surprisingly enough, not everything has to do with her.” Bowser jested lightly, meaning the statement as a partial insult to Peach, but it didn’t hold the heat he had been expecting. Despite himself, the King held out his hand for Mario to shake. Mario, regardless of his deep confusion, shook Bowser’s hand.

“I better go see what Luigi wanted,” Mario said in a far-off voice and dismissed himself to knock on his brother's door. “It’s me, Lu.” The older twin called out and was greeted into the room.

“I think Bowser just apologized to me and shook my hand?” Mario said out loud, which didn’t make it any less weird or believable. “What?” Luigi looked at him a little disbelievingly. “Told you he was changing.” They blurted smugly.

“Yeah. I guess so. Anyway, what’s going on?” The older one prodded with no contempt. “Oh, um- Bowser kind of asked me for help for the next few days and I agreed? The green-clad plumber smiled nervously. “And you’ll be staying there?” The red-clad man checked. “Well, I have a room there…..” The younger twin confessed wearily.

“Oh, okay.” Mario wasn’t expecting Luigi to say that and bit his tongue from asking Luigi if he was sure about this. “Do you have a way to get a hold of me if you need to?” Mario asked instead.

“I’ll see if Kamek can make you a communicator.” Luigi could read his brother like a book but was glad that whatever was on his mind, he did not say it out loud. “Sounds good. I love you, bro.” The red-clad man sighed. “I’ll be fine Mario. I love you too.” The younger one promised, pulling him into a hug.

“I know that,” Mario said earnestly, weirdly enough he wasn’t worried about Bowser spending time with Luigi. He was, however, concerned for Lu that his heart couldn’t handle all the alone time with the King but decided to leave it up to his little brother to decide that. And who knew, maybe something good would come from it.

“Bowser, do you think Kamek could make a communicator for Mario, please?” Luigi asked Bowser after everything was packed and ready to go. “Of course. Kamek?” The King spoke up, now cleaning some of the dishes he had dirtied as he waited for the dessert to finish. “Yes, Bowser?” Kamek appeared suddenly in the space of their kitchen making Mario jump.

“Do you think you could fashion Mario a crystal communicator so the brothers can reach each other?” The younger Koopa requested nonchalantly, as if it wasn’t an odd sight to behold; all of them in the human’s home together.

“Right away, I’ll be right back.” The MagiKoopa informed the crowd and Mario was glad to see that at least someone here looked partially as dazed as he felt. “Well, there is about an hour left on the oven anyway, what do you want to do to pass the time?” Bowser stated and Luigi decided to make a quick list for Mario on how to care for the plants in his absence.

Then Luigi picked out a card game for them to play. The timer went off and Bowser playfully chided Luigi that he had to wait a little while longer for the lemon bars to cool off before he could try them. Kamek teleported back around this time, and Mario sat dumbfounded as he watched the events unfold before him. Finally, the lemon bars were finished and cut, the King even set aside some for Mario and Peach. He scooped up a forkful and fed it to Luigi who was fervently blushing at the intimacy of this.

“Those are really good Bowser!” Luigi crowed sincerely.

“I had a really good teacher.” Bowser pointed out. They chatted some more about the baking and Mario felt like something clicked together in front of him. There was a moment, just a brief and unsure one; where he thought that there might be a chance Bowser liked Luigi. Mario’s face stretched into a genuine smile and thought to himself that this, that they were the definition of; “and everything else melted away”.

“Well. If you’re ready, off we go.” Bowser announced a light blush painting his cheeks as he remembered that they had an audience. Kamek had already handed Mario his own crystal communicator and the twins hugged one last time before Luigi departed with Bowser.

Bowser, Luigi, and Kamek landed in the Koopa Kingdom sometime after breakfast. The trio reviewed the list the King had made for this occasion; most of it seemed easy enough, and after mild instruction, Bowser informed Luigi he could start after lunch. That would give the human plenty of time to unpack and get comfortable before his first task. At lunch, the King explained to the plumber that today could be used for creating themself a schedule or trying out some of the stuff they were more confident in. There was no pressure to get anything definitively done being that they were half a day ahead of schedule.

After lunch, Luigi took Bowser‘s advice and tried each task for a little bit to get a feel for each one. He made marks next to each item for notes to look back on. The King had told the human that if at least a few of the things were completed it could help out, but he could probably handle at least half of the items on the list if not more. At dinner, Luigi reviewed the information with Bowser, asked any questions that he felt were necessary, and got some advice. That night the plumber made a rough draft of a schedule for themselves for the following day.

Luigi woke up bright and early the next morning and caught Bowser making coffee and joined him for some. It was relatively mundane and quiet. The plumber worked through the morning with relative ease, finishing what he had planned for themselves and once more accompanied Bowser, but this time for lunch. The King seemed pleased with their progress so far, and they went their separate ways working through until dinner. This time there was a surprise guest at the table.

“Piccolo!!” Luigi exclaimed happily. “Lu!” Junior ran to Luigi and lifted his arms to be picked up.

“Can I?” Luigi checked with Bowser first. “As long as Junior is comfortable.” The King nodded. Luigi lifted the little Koopa up under his arms and gave him a squeeze.

“You’re such a big boy! I missed you. Wait a second, did you get taller?” Junior gasped at the prospect and wiggled to get loose. Junior stood still trying to see if he had indeed gotten taller.

“Taller? Taller!” The little Koopa chirped. “I think so! I think it’s all that yummy food you’ve been eating here!” The plumber informed him. Luigi was more than ecstatic to see Junior, he had grown a bit of a bond with him and had been missing his enthusiastic toddler energy.

“Speaking of which, dinner should be out shortly, go ahead and have a seat.” Bowser announced and Junior ran over to his seat and waved the human over.

“Sit next to me, Lu!” The little Koopa invited and the plumber was all too happy to oblige.

At dinner, the adults agreed to wait to discuss Luigi’s progress after Junior had been put to bed. Instead, the plumber turned their attention to Junior and asked him about his day. Luigi learned that Junior’s creative streak was with drawings and paintings, which was one of his favorite things to do when he wasn’t taking lessons. The King explained that the schooling is only a few hours out of the day with many breaks in between. This was just to give Junior a structure and help him learn more rudimentary skills.

Junior threw a bit of a tantrum when it was time for bed. Luigi helped by reminding the little Koopa that he’d be here another night. Once Bowser was finished with Junior he met Luigi in his flower garden. They spoke of Luigi’s progress, and his stay so far. The King caught himself touching the human more freely and often; with them never once complaining, in fact, they seemed receptive. The Koopa would tuck stray hair away and the plumber would smile shyly and glance away with rosy cheeks. Or he’d place his hand on his and he’d put his hand on top. They would share silly or serious stories as hours passed before they realized the time and went their separate ways.

Before lunch on the second day, Luigi found himself finishing projects early, and he made some notes for constructive criticism. Rather than picking up extra work, they found themselves in the kitchen preparing lunch. Bowser had poked his head in during the process and joined in. The plumber shared their progress and findings; he had discovered a way to make things more efficient, and Bowser was pleasantly surprised but asked Luigi if he could have his notes.

Lunch was shared by both men and Junior. Junior was rambling on about a painting he was working on and asked if Luigi would come take a look. After getting Bowser’s approval, the human quickly agreed and after eating they entered Junior’s art room. Luigi looked through a lot of Junior’s art and complemented all of it. The painting the little Koopa had mentioned was one of the rainbow road, the day of the race. It touched Luigi’s heart that it had meant that much to Junior, and said as much.

Luigi offered to walk with Junior to his next set of studies, once the little Koopa was deposited Bowser and Luigi went their separate ways. Luigi easily worked through the rest of his tasks, tonight would be the last night here; they felt a little melancholy at the thought. If the plumber worked hard and played their card right he could have everything complete by tomorrow afternoon. There was a knock at the door.

“I made dinner, care to join us?” Bowser offered, interrupting the other’s thoughts. “You spoil me.” Luigi jested and Bowser met him with a smile.

“As long as you’ll allow me.” He murmured and the plumber’s heart stuttered. That had almost sounded like a promise. The human was lost for words aside from agreeing to join the dinner table. Luigi loved this, Bowser and Junior sharing their day with him, and Luigi sharing his with them. They had slipped into a more nonsensical conversation of imagination and adventure.

“Junior, if you could have anything in the world, what would it be?” Luigi found themselves asking about the different topics at hand. “Lots of candy! And more lemon cookies!” Junior lit up excitedly at the thought alone.

“Haha! I’m glad you liked them. Did Daddy let you have one of his lemon bars? They were really yummy.” The plumber wondered and the little Koopa nodded furiously. “Yeah! But your cookies were the best!” Junior exclaimed and Luigi laughed. “What about you Lu?” Junior wondered, returning the question.

“What I want, above anything else, is my own family,” Luigi answered genuinely, Bowser sputtered and choked on his drink as he tried not to spit it out everywhere.

Bowser could imagine a family life with Luigi, little had the human known this was what the stay had been here for. To see what it would be like to have the plumber around the castle, around Junior. The King knew he couldn’t base a three-day stay off that alone, but Luigi had more than proved he was capable of handling castle duties and maintaining a work-life balance with Junior in mind. They showed remarkable progress, not that the Koopa ever doubted it.

“What about you daddy?” Junior turned to his father, breaking him from his thoughts and innocently asking, unaware of his father’s struggle to hold down the drink.

“If I could have anything?” Bowser thought that saying what he wanted now, in front of Junior; he wanted Luigi to be in their lives. So far Luigi had passed his little test with flying colors but confessing to the human in front of his son probably wasn’t the best time or place. Luigi might feel obligated to say yes; he didn’t want that.

“Well. I already have you, Junior. But a partner to love you the same way I love you would be nice. Someone who is warm, passionate, kind, and patient.” The King hinted looking between his son and Luigi hoping to plant the seeds in the human’s head now. Help them see that there wasn’t anyone else he wanted.

“Yucky!” Junior scrunched up his face in disgust and stuck out his tongue. “Junior. Love is not yucky. I love you don’t I?” Bowser chidded with care and his son shrugged.

“ ‘S different.” The little Koopa murmured and grew quiet.

“What’s the matter piccolo?” Luigi inquired gently.

“Lu’s last night here?” Junior looked away, and the plumber reached out to put a comforting hand on the little Koopa. “I think so, buddy. Why, what’s the matter?” The human pried. “Can we do story time together, please?” Junior looked at his father.

“As long as Lu doesn’t mind, I don’t either.” Bowser smiled fondly at his son.

“I don’t mind at all!” Luigi chimed in and Junior jumped up and down in his seat.

“PJ party!” The little Koopa chanted making Luigi giggle.

After dinner, they met up in Bowser’s room, and Luigi had to try very hard not to feel awkward that he was very domestically in pajamas, in Bowser‘s bed, about to do story time with Junior and Bowser. Junior sat primly on the bed with the book and patted the spot next to him for Luigi to take a seat. Bowser crawled behind Junior and had him sit in his lap. The King opened the book and the plumber immediately recognized it; it was the children’s book from the library.

“Junior is that your paw print!?” They remembered when they first discovered the book and how many questions it had brought up, the many times of swearing he heard the pitter-patter of little feet in the castle. It all made so much more sense to him.

“Yes! Daddy wrote the book for me.” Junior disclosed happily. Luigi felt that pang of happiness overwhelm him, it wanted to bring tears to his eyes. Bowser was a great dad, he wrote a boke for his son about loving him, accepting him, and protecting him; way before the King ever met the human. The plumber was able to barely hold in the tears until the end, but once it was finished a single tear rolled down his cheek. Junior started sobbing, and for a brief moment, Luigi was worried that he was copying him.

“Daddy I don’t want to forget about mommy.” Junior wailed and Luigi felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over him. The plumber knew damn well the little Koopa was not talking about the Princess.

“Whoa, hey now buddy! You’re not gonna forget her.” Bowser pulled his son further into his arms. “She loved us, she loved you so much, and that love will stay with us forever.” The King comforted and Luigi felt like they were overhearing something that they were not meant to and was frozen still on how to react.

“I know Daddy.” Junior whimpered and gasped between cries. “Where did all this come from?” The older Koopa wondered, his voice concerned. Junior shrugged unhelpfully. “From Daddy and Lu talking about families and partners?” Bowser ventured earning a nod from his son. “Oh, Junior. Come here.” The King held the little Koopa tighter, almost curling up into a protective ball,

Junior began sobbing harder and Luigi couldn’t fight the instinct to scoot closer and put a comforting hand on Junior. The plumber put his hand on Junior and traced soothing circles on his smooth scales; he ran a little warm just like Bowser. Luigi inhaled stealing themselves, and they began to hum the lullaby that their mother had so many times for them. Junior’s paw reached out and took Luigi’s hand as he slowly calmed down; breathing returning to normal. The little Koopa pried his face away from the safety of his father’s embrace to look at the plumber, their gaze meeting.

“I love you, Lu.” Junior confessed with deep sincerity and more tears slipped from the human’s face. “I-I love you, Junior.” Luigi declared without hesitation and completely genuine. Luigi looked to Bowser, wondering if he had overstepped; their gazes locked. Bowser silently whipped the tears from Luigi’s face, his hand lingering on their face.

“Y-ya know. I think I c-could probably s-stay another night? And on my final day here, after lunch, we can do s-something fun together. W-would you like that Junior?” The human offered, unsure who they were talking to more. He finally glanced at Junior, feeling the ghost of Bowser’s touch on him.

“Yeah,” Junior whispered, perking up a bit. The King and the plumber stayed like that, helping soothe Junior together until he fell asleep. Bowser carefully slipped off the bed leaving Junior resting soundly, he motioned for the other to follow him. They stepped outside the bedroom door, the King softly closing the door behind them. It took everything in him not to pull Luigi into a kiss right then and there.

“I hope I didn’t overstep.” Luigi fretted, anxiously rubbing their arm and not meeting the other’s eyes. “Luigi. You handled that perfectly, I would expect no less from you. You would make a great parent.” Bowser assured and watched as Luigi lit up.

Luigi was wrong before, this- this was the highest compliment he had ever received before. He felt like a star had been born, igniting and flaring brilliantly. Waves of energy and light coursing through him.

“You know he doesn’t really know his mom. He never got the chance….. I talk about her a lot, so I think he misses the idea of her. Remember how I told you I think any good in me died a long time ago?” Bowser started, feeling the remainder of his walls crumble and fall away at a radiant aura that filled the space.

“Yes.”

“I thought it had died with her. We weren’t soulmates, but we didn’t care. She was a light in my dark life. She didn’t survive childbirth.” The King chuckled wetly, both at the memory and the irony. Luigi was that light now. “Bowser, I am so sorry for your loss.” Luigi consoled and the King wanted the other to understand how much he meant to him.

“Thanks to you, I can see now that I was wrong. There is good in me.” The Koopa’s words fell short of his thoughts, and his emotions. How could one convey how much another person meant to them; especially while this heavy with grief?

“I know, I’ve always seen it.” The plumber reiterated heartfelt. “I hope that the Princess is beginning to see it?” He inquired, ignoring the sharp pain, and anguish it caused him. Ignoring the desire to throw himself at Bowser and kiss him. Ignoring that he was steering someone he loved into another’s arms and he couldn’t even be mad about it. Loved? I-I love him, don’t I? The idea alone was too hard to bear.

“I’m not worried about the Princess. I have her all figured out.” Bowser huffed, and Luigi felt the aggravation had been pointed at them for digging too deep once more. “Oh, w-well, good.” The human faltered, stepping back, wanting to retreat as quickly as possible.

“Luigi I-”

“Daddy?” Junior cried out interrupting the King. “Go. Junior needs you. Good night Bowser.” Luigi started to walk away at the opening. “Good night Luigi.” The Koopa waved and felt the agony of their departure and thought it was only him.

Luigi locked the door behind him, fell into the bed, and began to cry, feeling torn. They had never lost someone close to them before, he couldn’t imagine how Junior or Bowser felt about such a deep loss. The human felt grief not just for the two Koopas, but for himself; staying here another night was a bad idea. He wanted too much that he could not have. However, Luigi was a man of his word; he told Junior he’d stay another night, so they would do just that. Their heart was already broken, no need to treat it with care now.

Luigi tried to escape the thoughts of Peach being a better choice anyway. She could make a better ruler, and could fill the parental role; their combined Kingdoms would flourish and Junior would have the world he deserved. The plumber knew he deserved more than second choice, but Bowser was his first and only.

“Kamek?” Luigi croaked weakly, hating themselves for calling out for help; especially to the King’s advisor. “Luigi?” Kamek inquired in the dark quiet space of the surrounding room.

“Could you please bring me some hot tea? I don’t have it in me to move.” The human admitted feeling fragile and exposed. “Of course.” The MagiKoopa disappeared and in the space of time that he was gone Luigi realized he trusted Kamek not to say anything to Bowser. To his knowledge, the incident on the ship had stayed between them.

“Would you care to talk about it?” The mage proposed upon his return with the hot tea.

“I don’t think that would be wise. Just know that I’m okay.” Luigi insisted, knowing that Kamek would understand, and he did. The MagiKoopa stayed with the plumber until the tea was gone, just to give them silent company; which was appreciated.

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Bowser curled up closer to his son, nuzzling the top of his head. Last night had been tough for his little man and honestly, the King wasn’t ready to get up either. The world wasn’t going to end if he stayed in bed another thirty minutes, so he decided to do just that. Junior began to stir around that time. He cuddled his dad for a few moments before the toddler energy kicked in and sent them both into the morning frenzy of coffee and breakfast.

“Kamek?” The King called out to his advisor after he was unable to find Luigi in his room. “Where is Luigi?” He asked after the MagiKoopa appeared. “Already working. They started early this morning I believe.” Kamek informed the ruler and Bowser returned a curt nod and a noise of understanding. The King would have to check on his companion later, first thing was first, Junior needed breakfast and to be brought to his first set of studies.

Luigi was glad the library was such a quiet place, especially early in the morning. He didn’t really want to use the desk in the room, he felt a little cooped up. But getting out and watching the sunrise from the windows of the library had given them a peace they were not aware they needed. The plumber had begun work early to ensure that he’d get plenty of time this afternoon with Junior and then requested to head home.

“I knew I’d find you here.” A familiar voice rumbled closer than the human had expected, and he jumped into the air a couple of feet. “Relax, it’s just me.” Bowser purred and Luigi turned to the King glaring at him indignantly, then swatted at him. “You scared me!” The plumber accused, his mild aggravation showing through.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” The King rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed and looked away to hide the grimace. “It’s fine. I’m sorry, I didn’t sleep well last night. The human pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.

“How can I help you?” Bowser implored, wanting to reach out but thinking better of it while Luigi was obviously prickly. “I just want to stay focused, and get this done so I can enjoy the rest of my time here with Junior, before going home,” Luigi explained and felt bad for snapping.

“Can you maybe plan something for us, with Junior? I told him that we could do something fun together before I leave, but I’m all out of creative juice.” The plumber requested earnestly. The Koopa thought about teasing the man, to make them smile for him; but thought better of it. They clearly needed some time and space for whatever they were working through; so Bowser easily agreed.

Luigi finished his work and found Bowser in his study. He knocked on the door and the King put down his work and invited the human to lunch. “There is a fair in town. Would you be up for that?” The Koopa asked along the way and the plumber smiled widely and agreed.

After lunch, they informed Junior of the plan and the little Koopa was vibrating with excitement. They took a carriage into town and Luigi was overjoyed to see how lively it was. There were plenty of stands with games, an equal amount of food stands, and even some rides. Live music filled the air and a good amount of Darklanders were milling about. Luigi accompanied Junior to all of the age-appropriate rides, and Bowser handled the more competitive games.

Hours of fun flew by with no one the wiser and as dinner crept closer they decided to get something to eat from the fair and then head to the castle. An older Koopa running the register happily took the order and something caught their eye.

“Ah! Who’s the lucky person? The Princess?” They asked the King in a well-meaning tone. “What? No! What are you talking about.” Bowser argued, looking torn between disgusted and confused.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I just thought the bracelet was a proposal piece.” The older Koopa bowed and looked deeply embarrassed and a little fearful.

“No. It’s- uh. A friendship bracelet.” The King informed blushing and calming down. “Of course, my mistake. I apologize, Sire.” The older Koopa said sheepishly. “It’s quite alright,” Bowser stressed and turned away to collect the food. Luigi and Junior followed the King to a nearby bench.

“Bowser? Why did that Koopa think the bracelet was a proposal piece?” Luigi prodded blushing as fiercely as Bowser.

“Uhmm? It’s our tradition to give handmade jewelry either as a wedding gift to your betrothed or as a proposal piece?” The King whispered, hardly audible over the music and crowd; out of earshot of Junior.

“In replacement of a ring?” The human checked, wanting to either scream or cry at the irony of it. “In some cases, yes?” The Koopa confirmed shyly, gently fiddling with the beads. Wondering vaguely if he had a chance to be anything more than a friend to the plumber.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I had no idea- why didn’t you tell me!?” Luigi protested not seeming upset just embarrassed. “I don’t mind Luigi. It’s one of my favorite possessions.” Bowser confessed and made his companion smile, they took a seat and enjoyed the food.

“Did you have fun, piccolo?” Luigi asked after the food was gone and an awkward silence grew between them. “Yes, but legs hurt,” Junior admitted looking worn but content. The human offered to carry the little Koopa and he easily agreed; the plumber effortlessly scooped him up and cradled him.

“So, what was your favorite part of today?” Luigi quizzed Junior once he was in their arms comfortably. “The cotton candy.” Junior chirped with a full smile. “Of course! It was very tasty.” The human conceded. Bowser happily watched the two interact, his heart feeling full and his mood light.

“What about you, Lu?” Junior inquired and yawned, the other smiled fondly at him. “Hmmm. Spending time with you.” The plumber responded honestly, watching the little Koopa’s eyes grow heavy.

“I liked that too.” The younger one admitted and yawned once more, this time more widely. Luigi stopped in his tracks and fixed Junior into the crook of his arms, Junior nestled into the warmth of Luigi and began to fall asleep.

“His spikes.” Bowser chided wanting to jostle his son so he could retract them. “Shhh.” Luigi hissed and protected Junior from being disturbed. “I’ll be fine.” They insured the King and began humming their mother’s lullaby.

Bowser and Luigi loaded up on the airship, the King had Kamek handle the human’s bags and showed Luigi to his quarters. Luigi gently placed Junior down on Bowser’s bed lovingly covered the little Koopa with the duvet and swiped loose hair from his face. Bowser noticed Luigi’s arm was bleeding in a few places and led them from the room.

“I warned you about his spikes!” Bowser reprimanded in hushed tones as he pulled the other into the kitchen to tend to his wounds. “I told you, I’m fine. They’re not much worse than cat scratches.”Luigi dismissed unfazed by the King and the cuts.

“You’re bleeding.” The Koopa pointed out mildly aggravated. “He’s worth it.” The plumber argued and when the other looked like he wanted to fight them on the matter they pressed on.

“He won’t be little enough for me to carry for forever. Plus it’s no worse than anything I haven’t done to myself.” Luigi disclosed and Bower stopped dressing the wounds to look Luigi in the eye.

“Like. On the job?” The King checked because the way his companion had said it seemed a little off. “Uh yeah?” The human agreed nervously, eyes darting off to another point in the room.

“That didn’t sound too sure. Luigi.” The Koopa interrogated, earning a detached shrug from the plumber; the movement knocking Bowser’s hands off his form.

“Luigi. Have you hurt yourself on purpose?” Bowser questioned, he had a feeling he knew the answer. “It was in the past.” Luigi insisted, indifferent and withdrawn. The King turned over their hands to inspect the human’s wrists with care.

“You won’t find any scars there.” The plumber whispered, and the Koopa kind of wished he could see them, so he could kiss them. Bowser began to massage the skin where he imagined the scars would be, the act was unconscious but soothing.

“W-what are you doing?” Luigi stammered, a shiver running down his spine at Bowser’s gentle caress.

“I don’t know. Do you want me to stop?” Bowser admitted and then checked.

“No,” Luigi confessed boldly and allowed their eyes to slip close. Bower’s breath hitched, ever so slightly, undetectable, and found his fingers trailing up the length of the human’s arms.

“I’m sorry you ever felt like that. I hope you never hurt yourself again.” The King’s voice was low and grave, he watched in interest as Luigi opened their eyes and met his gaze.

“I haven’t in years.” The plumber assured him, feeling like the air was electrified. Bowser’s honeyed words, the tender caress; he felt himself drawn to Bowser like a magnet. They could imagine the King’s hand traveling further up his arm, placing his finger under Luigi’s chin; like he had done before, and kissing them.

“If you ever want to again. Will you let me know? I want to be there for you. I won’t judge you or even make you talk about it. But I want to be there.” The Koopa vowed and Luigi could almost believe him if it weren’t for one singularly sobering fact; Princess Peach. Luigi withdrew realizing that he was playing a dangerous game. At best he was stringing himself along, at worst he would push himself onto Bowser and ruin their friendship. As badly as he wanted the King, their friendship came first; they took another step back.

“I-I should go to bed. It’s late, and I’m bushed.” Luigi protested, realizing a moment too late that he left Bowser’s previous statement hanging in the air. “But, you don’t have to worry about me. Really.” The human added, backed up further, and retreated from the space leaving Bowser behind to wonder what he did or said wrong.

Bowser, gathering that Luigi needed space, gave him that and sent them off with a brief but friendly farewell the next day. Luigi made sure to give Junior a big hug goodbye before disembarking the airship and waved unsurely to Bowser. The King watched from the ship as the human entered their home, and wasted little time in taking back off for his home. He kept his little Koopa busy with activities until bedtime and requested Kamek’s company.

“King Bowser.” Kamek greeted Bowser. “Did Luigi pass your test?” He inquired, knowing the answer, but was thrown off by the other’s mood and demeanor. “With flying colors. Over and beyond.” Bowser announced feeling himself slip into melancholy.

“Did you expect any less?” The MagiKoopa questioned and the King looked at him. “No. I never doubted him.” The ruler smiled, but it was sad.

“I just- I feel like I’ve made my feelings very clear. I thought that he might feel the same, but now I’m not sure.” The younger Koopa informed him, earning a quizzical look. “Why don’t you just talk to him about it? Confess?” The mage pressed feeling like this was getting ridiculous at this point.

“It’s not that easy.” Bowser barked, his frustration showing through, his voice desperate, and his eyes wet. Kamek rolled his eyes, grateful that it went unnoticed. Hopeless! They are both hopeless!!

“I’m home.” Luigi announced with no feeling and to nobody. He realized that it was around lunchtime on a workday, and Mario would not be home until dinner. The younger twin truly did not want to sit around in his feelings at the house by himself until Mario got home. So instead, they began with checking on their garden, which seemed well-kept enough, but tidied it up to his standards nonetheless. And then began deep cleaning the house. He finished with plenty of time to take a shower and start dinner before Mario got home.

“Oh, holy shit Luigi. You were busy today?” Mario said by way of greeting when he entered their home. “I needed to stay busy,” Luigi admitted, not looking away from the dinner he was finishing up. “Did something bad happen while you were over there?” The red-clad man inquired, confused.

He knew that he was a little hopeless when it came to matters of the heart. However, every now and again he would get this gut feeling that was hard to ignore and almost always right. He had that very feeling about Bowser and Luigi. The older twin truly thought that the alone time together between the two of them would spark something, rather than leave his little brother clearly distraught and needing a distraction.

“Mario, it was probably one of the best “work weekends” I’ve had in a while.” Luigi lamented, gaze still fixed on dinner. “Then what is the matter?” Mario questioned more befuddled than before.

“THAT!-” Luigi shouted and thrust the spatula out of his hand. “That is the problem!” They pointed out hysterically, and the older twin knew that the outburst wasn’t pointed toward him, not really. “Even with the work, it was wonderful. I got to spend time with Junior and got to know him. It was oddly domestic but in the best way possible. And Bowser…..” He continued to explain, voice strained and cracking.

“I-I don’t understand, what’s wrong with that?” The older twin grimaced, feeling lost and his brother muffled a scream. “It was everything I could ever want with Bowser, with Junior. Everything that I can NEVER have!” The green-clad man clarified, tears stinging in the corner of their eyes.

“Luigi.” Mario stepped up, taking his brother's shoulders to turn him around and hug him. “Are you sure about that? I have a gut feeling that he might like you.” The older twin said gently and the younger one snapped. “Are you mad! Why would you think that?” The green-clad man barked, tears now streaming down his face.

“Because he spends more time with you than Peach. I don’t see her getting invited over to his Kingdom or spending time with Junior.” Mario protested and this seemed to only aggravate them more.

“Mario. You’re wrong. We are just friends, and he needed help. It’s nothing more than that.” Luigi elaborated, beginning to take deep breaths and center themselves.

“But-”

“No, please. No more of this, you’re going to get my hopes up. Bowser expressly told me that he’s “not worried about the Princess at all; he’s got her all figured out”.” The younger twin spelled out wondering if he should share this with Mario, purely for the fact that he was also interested in Peach.

“Alright,” Mario mumbled in defeat. He wanted to point out the way Bowser acted toward Luigi, and around him; how he complimented him and shared the lemon bars that he baked in their house. How the King looked at Luigi, like there was no one else in the room; even though the other one in the room happened to be Mario himself. He wanted to point out the fact that the ruler was willing to beg for their friendship. Peach informed Mario that Bowser had apologized for his previous actions, but her description of the event was anticlimactic, to say the least; even though it was genuine. However, Mario knew that Luigi obviously needed time to see it for themselves, and could only hope that Bowser would man- uhhh- Koopa up and say something already. Or, if he was wrong, which he highly doubted, that the King would stop stringing his brother along.

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Over the next week, Bowser had been remotely working with Princess Peach on the ball, sending Kamek to teleport back and forth between Kingdoms. The King on the other hand was spending all of his free time trying to come up with the best way to tell Luigi and confess to him. He found it annoyingly ironic that the best person to give him advice was also the one he was trying to get advice for. Which that- that wasn’t necessarily a bad idea, perhaps wasn’t his best one, but it was better than nothing; which is what he had so far.

Bowser debated between calling Luigi and asking if he could come over, and just showing up at his door. The King had psyched himself out several times and ended up choosing to surprise the other, after carefully hand-picking a bouquet of flowers. He decisively knocked on Luigi’s front door.

“One second!” Luigi called out. “I’ll get it Lu.” Mario mumbled, sounding closer than Luigi. The Koopa swallowed quickly and smiled nervously at the red-clad man who answered the door.

“Oh, hi. Good evening Bowser. Why don’t you come in, we're about to have dinner.” Mario smiled, making eye contact with the flowers, and saying nothing.
“Uh, well. If you’re certain I’m not intruding?” Bowser checked, feeling as if he had fallen down a flight of stairs, and ended up in an alternate reality.

“Not at all, you’re welcome here,” Mario assured him and smiled genuinely. The King felt himself relax and stepped inside the abode. “Having a good day so far?” The older twin inquired politely.

“Yes, thank you for asking. What about you?” The ruler returned the friendly question. “Yes. Busy, but good.” The older twin responded with a sigh and a nod.

Luigi had stepped out of the shower only moments ago and threw on some comfortable pajama pants when he heard the knock on the front door. When Mario assured them that he would grab the door, he began drying his hair but stopped to curiously listen to what seemed like a cordial conversation between him, and another familiar voice. It didn’t sound like Peach, and more often than not Mario went over there rather than her coming here. But the younger twin couldn’t think of who else could be having a friendly conversation with Mario. He draped the towel around his shoulders, to haphazardly cover his bare chest and stepped out of the room.

“Mario? Who is-” Luigi began to ask his voice failing him as he met Bowser’s eyes. “B-Bowser?” the younger twin squeaked. Mario watched with interest as both men blushed vibrantly.

Bowser’s gaze unconsciously swept over Luigi’s form. The low-riding pajama pants hung on his hips invitingly, his chest and soft stomach exposed. The towel hid more of their shoulders and arms than their nipples. He licked his lips and swallowed for an entirely different reason this time. There was water, droplets, falling from Luigi’s damp hair onto his neck, his skin flush from the heat of the shower water, and crystal eyes blown wide open in shock. The King felt a pulse of desire jolt through him, and he adamantly reminded himself where he was, and who was currently sharing the space with them.

Mario, who had definitely noticed Bowser checking out his brother, had to turn away to keep himself from both feeling awkward and snickering. After the rest of Luigi’s body caught up with his brain, the younger twin excused himself quickly back into his room to at the very least throw on a long-sleeved shirt before steeping out again.

“Wh-what are y-you doing?” Luigi stammered. They had noticed the lack of Bowser‘s presence over the last week, the King had kept in contact via the crystal communicator, but that was it. The human certainly did not remember him mentioning coming over anytime soon.

“I was hoping to discuss something with you. If you’re free?” The Koopa explain nervously.

“After dinner.” Mario interrupted, reminding the two of them that he was still there. “Of course.” Bowser easily agreed.

“I uh- got your flowers. They reminded me of you.” The King passed them the flowers shyly.

“They are so colorful! I love them, thank you.” There were red carnations, orange German Irises, yellow Jonquils, about half a dozen green carnations, blue Violets, and violet heartseasr. It reminded Luigi of the rainbow. “I’ll go put these in my vase right away.” The younger twin chirped and did just that as the red-clad man set the table.

“Come take a seat.” The older brother gestured to a seat and the Koopa did so, feeling slightly out of place. The chair creaked under his weight, and he carefully scooted in. Luigi came out with the vase of flowers, set them on the empty spot on the table, and took a seat himself.

They sat in relative silence at first, but once Mario began to slow down on his helping he began a polite conversation with Bowser. Asking him questions and the King had some of his own. The red-clad brother slipped into an embarrassing story about Luigi, and the younger twin shared some of Mario’s own awkward experiences. After the meal was long gone and the conversation fell quiet Bowser offered to help with the cleanup. Mario, refusing the help, pushed the two men out the door.

“So that was weird but nice.” Luigi pointed out matter of factly and led Bowser to their spot in the garden. “Yeah, your brother has been strangely friendly since you talked to him.” Bowser agreed and the other nodded. They sat in the grass under the tree; the sky was clear and dappled with stars, the moon was full and casting a light onto the otherwise darkened world.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” The plumber inquired once they were settled. “It’s honestly a bit embarrassing, but I didn’t know who else to go to.” The Koopa started and the other gestured for him to continue.

“How do you confess to somebody who hates you?” The King asked, ripping the proverbial bandage off.

“I don’t think the Princess hates you.” Luigi consoled and Bowser gave him a look that said, “Really?” and then continued the thought in his mind of; does he seriously still believe I have feelings for the Princess? That might explain some things.

“Don’t give me that look. I don’t hate you. So I don’t think she hates you, at least not anymore.” The plumber chided and their companion shook his head.

“You don’t hate me now.” The Koopa reiterated, glaring playfully at the other. The human giggled and swatted at the King in good nature.

“Silly. I never hated you.” Luigi professed earnestly.

“You didn’t hate me? Not even a little bit?” Bowser looked deep into his cerulean blue eyes, leaned closer; and dragged in like the tide to the moon.

“Never, not even a bit.” The human admitted in hushed tones and both men blushed; but Bowser more so.

“Hating, or not hating aside. How do I confess to somebody that I’ve done nothing but hurt again and again?” The King carried on.

“Have you apologized?” The plumber checked. “Yes. Multiple times.” The Koopa assured the other.

“Have you been forgiven?” The human wondered. To be honest he still hadn’t spent a lot of time around the Princess, so he only heard Mario’s side of her.

“From what I’ve been told. Yes.” The ruler studied the other closely.

“Okey-dokey. That’s good. Do you think she knows that you like her?” Luigi tried to keep their tone light and Bowser rolled his eyes.

“I thought my feelings were painfully obvious,” Bowser stressed, unbeknownst to his companion the King’s right hand twitched; the soulmate mark dormant underneath the long sleeves.

“Maybe to you. But maybe not to her? Maybe she’s so used to seeing you one way, she never considered you any other way.” The plumber offered with a shrug.

“So, you're saying I’ve been friend-zoned?” The Koopa huffed dejected.

“N-no! I’m just saying that maybe you just need to confess already.” The human shrugged and ignored the stab of jealousy mixed with heartache. “How?” The King watched his companion closely.

“Perhaps a grand gesture? I know you’re a hopeless romantic.” Luigi pointed out, making the other frustrated. “What!? No, I am not!” Bowser huffed, a puff of smoke leaving his nostrils.

“Bowser. You wrote Peach a love song before you even started seeing her regularly.” Luigi reminded him and Bowser clamped his mouth shut and blushed furiously.

“Please forget you ever heard that,” Bowser begged, wishing he could erase that moment from history.

“Never!” The plumber barked, laughing freely. The King couldn’t even try to be truly aggravated because of how gorgeous Luigi was when they laughed. Their face was red, tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

“Anyway, a grand gesture? Really?” The Koopa steered the conversation back to the topic at hand. “Yeah, it’s hard to say no to a grand gesture.” The plumber revealed and the King’s stomach fluttered nervously at the thought.

“But if I’m rejected, then it would be horribly embarrassing.” Bowser ventured and the human nodded in concession.

“Oh definitely.” Luigi agreed wholeheartedly and Bowser glared at him. “You’re not really helping me feel more confident about this!” The King reiterated and the human bit back more laughter.

“Mi dispiace! Sorry.” The plumber cleared their throat and tried to use a more serious tone. “Yes, it could be embarrassing if you got rejected. But even if you did, think of how much vulnerability that would show. It could open up a door for the right person. One that loves you, for you.” They finished and the Koopa lit up.
“That actually gives me an idea,” Bowser exclaimed, feeling dangerously excited and hopeful. “Really?” Luigi perked up curiously.

“Yes.”

“Well, what is it?” The human pressed unintentionally moving closer.

“Oh, I’m not telling you.” The King whispered, feeling the heat of the plumber’s body closer to his; and wanted more.

“What!? But I thought we were friends!” Luigi protested with a pout. His lips pursed, and eyes wide; it took everything in Bowser’s power not to kiss him right then in there.

“That’s not going to work.” The King murmured, swiping a stray hair from Luigi's face. The plumber laughed nervously.

“Can’t blame me for trying.” The human shrugged, feeling the tension between them, and retreated.

Luigi called it a night after that, and they went their separate ways. Bowser kept his airship docked, he had plans to set in motion, and Luigi disappeared into the house. Mario had finished up the cleanup a while ago and for once was reading, and tried not to look smug when his younger brother came back in.

“What did I tell you?” The red-clad man said a little too satisfied with himself. “Mario. We talked about this. I don’t want to hear it.” Luigi growled and began stomping toward his room.

“But the flowers-” the older man began to claim, holding up the book he was reading, Luigi’s book about flower meanings. “He’s just being nice! He asked me how he should confess to her, it doesn’t get more obvious than that!!” The green-clad twin argued, shouting as they slammed the door behind them.

Mario sighed deeply and shook his head reading through the flowers again. Red carnations, deep romantic love. Orange, German irises; meant flame. Yellow Jonquils could mean both desire and “love me”. Blue violets, I’ll always be true, faithful. Violet heartseasr, and this one almost tripped him up because they looked a lot like pansies, and they had an entirely different meaning, but they actually meant, you occupy my thoughts. Finally the green carnations, it was no wonder Bowser got more of these than the rest. They signified love between two men. Together the bouquet was almost poetic.

“Doesn’t get more obvious than that indeed,” Mario muttered to no one wondering how, or why Luigi couldn’t see it.

The next day Bowser visited Peach, and in a little bit of a frenzy, it was unannounced. Mario was there, sharing lunch in the study with the Princess. Mario looked as surprised as Peach, but Peach looked more bothered than Mario. Bowser ignored the glare, he had been up very late planning this and to be honest, wasn’t functioning properly.

“Princess Peach, pardon the intrusion. I'd like to request one last change to the ball.” Bowser zeroed in on his goal and the Princess gave him a look that clearly expressed exactly how she felt about him and his plan.

“A week before the ball! No way Bowser!” Peach argued a tad hysterically. The King bit his lip, letting the Princess get away without the use of his proper title, for now.

“Principessa.” Mario purred, cutting in soothingly. “Maybe you should at least hear him out? He’s been nothing but accommodating this whole time.” The older twin reminded her gently, and the King saw Peach relax some. Bowser was floored that the red-clad brother had his back on this.

“Fine. I’m listening.” Peach huffed in an undignified manner. “Thank you,” Bowser said more to Mario than Peach.

“I would like to open the ball with a surprise.” The King explained and the Princess gave him a look.

“For me?” She checked with an attitude.

“No,” Bowser said firmly with disgust, his nose scrunching. “I’ll handle all the setup and whatnot.” He added when the Princess grew quiet.

“I’ll allow it.” Peach agreed after another moment, and he kind of thought it might have been because of the look Mario was giving her.

“Thank you. I’ll be on my way. Mario, when you’re free, could I speak with you in private?” The Koopa addressed the older twin, “Sure.” Mario agreed and Bowser was surprised to see the plumber immediately follow after him.

“Thank you for doing that.” The King stressed earnestly, breathing a sigh of relief once they were alone.

“The surprise is for Lu, isn’t it?” Mario inquired and Bowser jolted, taken by surprise for several reasons. For one, and the most shocking update by far, Mario seemed totally okay with this update. More than okay, he seemed unshocked and maybe even on board with it.

“Please don’t say anything to him.” The King pleaded instead of trying to deny it. He knew what denying it got him thus far, squat. He didn’t want to ignore his feelings for Luigi anymore, even if it possibly meant rejection.

“I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise.” The red-clad man shrugged nonchalantly and scuffed his shoe against the floor. “Thank you.” The Koopa locked eyes with the older twin.

“Listen, whatever you’re planning you’re going to have to make it obvious to him. Make sure that he knows without a doubt that he’s your first choice.” Mario explained in hushed tones and Bowser thought that maybe he was seeing the real Mario for the first time.

“Why are you helping me?”

“Because I love my brother and I want to see him happy. And you make him happy.” Mario let that sink in for a few minutes.

“On that note.” Mario began and grabbed a fist full of Bowser‘s collar, yanking him down to eye-level threateningly. “If you dare to hurt my brother, I won’t need a superstar to kick your ass. Do you understand?” Mario’s voice was dangerously low, and Bowser didn’t doubt his words for one second. On any other day, with any other circumstance, and any other person; someone who dared to threaten the Koopa King would have ended up in a cage dangling over lava. But this circumstance didn’t call for old reactions.

“Crystal clear.”

Chapter Text

A week had passed, and the Unity Ball was upon them. Luigi was curious to see that the bouquet of flowers still hadn’t looked wilted even a little bit. He looked up the meaning of the flowers but slammed the book shut. It was probably a misunderstanding. Mario, thankfully, had stopped his almost obsessive claims that there was something there between Bowser and Luigi. Admittedly, it was only a week of peace on the subject, but the younger twin would take a break from the accusations without question.

Almost every day Bowser had called Luigi, sometimes with Junior's presence and other times not. The nights that were not accompanied by Junior the two of them would talk until the small hours of the morning. Luigi knew that he was basically torturing himself, but couldn’t bring himself to care enough to stop. Today was the day of the Unity Ball and Luigi couldn’t make up their mind on what to wear when there was a knock on the door.

“I got you something for Unity Ball tonight. You are still going, right?” Bowser said by way of greeting when Luigi answered the door.

“Oh? And you've asked me this already. Yes!” Luigi chuckled, shaking his head tenderly. The King had, indeed, asked the human this several times this week. It was a part of every conversation since Bowser told Luigi that he had a plan for the confession.

“Do you promise to come?” The Koopa stressed breaking the other from their thoughts. “Yeah, yeah.” The plumber agreed, a bit too dismissive for the redhead’s liking.

“I want to hear you say it.” Bowser directed glaring sternly. If he had learned one thing about Luigi it was that they were a person of their word. It was one of the many things he loved about him. “I promise I’m going to go to the Unity Ball. Okey-dokey? Happy now?” Luigi managed to sound both doting and slightly irritated.

“Yes. Very. Here.” The King smiled, his cheeks almost aching from the full-face grin. He passed the plumber the boxes with the presents.

“You still haven’t told me what this big surprise is?” The human pressed. He felt like he knew part of it, he was pretty sure that the Koopa was going to confess to the Princess. Luigi was the one to suggest a grand gesture so he could almost bet that the ball had something to do with that, but he had no clue what Bowser had planned.

“I haven’t told anybody. That’s kind of the point of a surprise, Luigi. Just be there.” Bowser admonished, and Luigi groaned out loud accidentally.

“I will, I will. I have to get ready for that.” The human tried to gesture but their hands were still full of the boxes that had been given to them.

“What? But you have hours!” The King pointed out, that he was kind of hoping to at least see the plumber open his presents; and at most to just spend time with him. “I know. But I need to take care of some things first.” The plumber half-fibbed.

“Well…. Alright. Good idea, getting it done now, so you can make sure to be there!” The Koopa raved sensing the other’s aloofness and wondered what he was doing wrong.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this excited. It’s nice.” Luigi smiled, but the King could see that there was a somber quiver on his lips. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” They dismissed themselves and Bowser wasn’t going to give up, he couldn’t. He knew something was the matter, he could see it in Luigi's unhappy smile, and feel the echo of bleak emptiness through the tether that connected them. The King stopped the human and grabbed his shoulder.

“Is everything okay?” Bowser quarried, wishing to understand, to know what plagued the plumber’s thoughts. “Everything is fine. I’m just feeling a little homesick is all.” Luigi disclosed part of the truth. They hadn’t been visiting home as often since the last argument with Pa; and here, this world felt more at home than the human world.

Bowser looked deep into Luigi’s eyes, his ruby orbs searching the sapphire ones. The plumber looked away, unable to face their Koopa companion. Bowser dropped his hand, feeling the rift between them and not wanting to push the human.

“Alright, if you say so. See you later Luigi.” The King said instead of calling them out, instead of pulling him into a hug. “Yeah, see you later, Bowser.” The plumber waved and entered their home. Luigi closed the door and just kind of stood there. Frozen looking at the grain of the wood, focusing on the shapes as if they were hypnotic.

“Lu?” Mario inquired, gently touching Luigi’s shoulder; breaking them from their daze. The younger twin found the strength to turn towards his brother, only to fall into his arms. Luigi felt his resolve shatter apart as broken sobs racked his body. Mario, despite their height difference, easily held his brother up, closely and protectively.

“What is it?” The red-clad man asked coaxingly, he felt like he knew the answer but inquired nonetheless. “I’m pretty sure he’s going to confess to her tonight.” Luigi wailed and Mario patted him on the back.

“Oh, Lu.” The older twin bit his lip from saying more. Bowser had trusted him with a secret; and even though he was truly terrible at secrets, he would not ruin this one. “I promised I would go.” Luigi lamented, thankfully filling the silence for Mario.

“Well. I’ll be there, right by your side.” The older twin vowed, feeling a bubble of excitement at the thought of seeing his little brother see this surprise, whatever it was.

“Good, because I really want to go. I’ve never been to a royal ball before. I might just dip out early so I can head home, and stay there for a bit.” The green-clad man informed him now that both his breathing and crying had calmed down.

“I understand. I support you, no matter what. I love you.” Mario gave Luigi one last hug and passed them the presents they had unknowingly dropped. “I love you. Thank you, Mario.” The younger twin smiled and took the presents to his room.

Luigi opened the first box because there were two, one tied on top of the other with an intricate bow. Inside was a pair of black dress pants, with matching shoes, a vest, and a tie. The vest was a glossy ruby color, with gold buttons and sophisticated black designs. The tie was a simple gold that matched handsomely. It was the most beautiful suit they had ever seen, but it had no jacket.

Luigi gasped when opening the second box. It held an elegant, long, black silk dress. The shoulders and neckline were decorated with a spiked red material that Luigi wasn’t really sure how to describe. At the peak was a small green gem dangling at the center of his chest. He held the dress up to his form and noticed that the waist had a golden belt of sorts that came to a “v” shape. There was also a pair of sleek red pumps that had dull spikes along the heel of the shoe and a few at the toes. Luigi was wrong before, this was the most gorgeous piece of clothing ever. It reminded them of the Koopa Kingdom, with no sleeves though.

Luigi slipped the dress on, it fit like a glove; he pulled on the heels and observed two things. One, the skirt of the dress had a slit on either side almost all the way up to their hips; it revealed so much of his legs. Two, the box had one more item in it, a golden “v” shaped necklace. The necklace made them blush more than the daring display of their long legs, but they put it on anyway. The plumber looked into his full-length mirror and couldn’t believe the person looking back at him was really him. Luigi had hidden this part of himself for so long, it wasn’t until he crashed into Bowser’s life that he felt like he was truly allowed to feel pretty. But this- this made him feel sexy, powerful even; he felt like royalty.

Luigi snapped a quick photo, the only thing their phones were really useful for here due to the lack of reception, and took the dress off for now. They were going to treat themselves, and go shopping dammit; might as well fulfill that half-lie.

Bowser was pacing back and forth on his airship. He’d stop in front of the mirror, smooth down his silk black vest with red lining, and golden buttons, and begin to pace again.

“Bowser, you’re going to scuff your shoes if you keep doing that.” Kamek chidded and Bowser actually stopped this time. “Is everything in place?” The King inquired, and the mage sighed deeply. “Yes.” The older Koopa assured for the umpteenth time.

“How do I look?” The ruler checked, turning away from the mirror to face the MagiKoopa. To go with his vest, Bowser was wearing black dress shoes, black dress pants, and a sleek red cape that was clasped together at his neck with his golden brooch.

“You have nothing to worry about,” Kamek reassured Bowser, who gave him a look, which clearly conveyed that; what he said was not the right thing to say. However, Bowser didn’t speak at all, just sighed heavily as he replayed happier moments with Luigi. Rather than the distant attitude that the King received today.

Luigi never thought of himself as being full of himself. Confident, perhaps; vain, assuredly not. Yet as the younger twin stood in front of the mirror they decided they’d allow themselves one night of just that. This would possibly be his last night in a magical land, the last time they could enjoy wearing more “feminine” clothing without anyone batting an eyelash; at least for a while. Where the plumber had built a home, a life, a stable job, and yes, even love.

The pang of things that would never be was almost enough to make him cry, almost. But Luigi vowed to himself that he’d go as long as he could tonight without shedding a tear. After all, he didn’t spend an hour on his makeup for nothing. He inspected the red and black eyeshadow, and bold red lip one last time. It was perfect, just like the dress. Luigi had treated themselves to gold bracelets, one on each arm, and dangling green earrings. They had gone back and forth on the brooch, only to decide not to mark the material of the dress with the pin. He took a deep breath for strength and stepped out of his bedroom where Mario waited.

“Wow.” Mario blinked dumbly, “You look great.” The older man finally finished his thoughts and Luigi smiled, returning the compliment and thanking his brother.

“Your mark is all the way up to your shoulder now.” Mario pointed out and Luigi had thought about wearing a cardigan to cover his arms but didn’t want to. It wasn’t like other people would automatically know who his soulmate was. And if anyone asked he’d just politely tell them it was none of their business. Plus this beautiful gown didn’t deserve to be covered up.

“I’m so nervous, I- I’m glad you’re going to be there with me.” Luigi disclosed, unsure of what else to say as he fidgeted with his fingers. “As long as we’re together.” The younger twin whispered, waiting for his brother to finish the sentence.

“Nothing can hurt us.” Mario smiled, hooked his arm around Luigi’s, and led them out of the house.

The Unity Ball, unsurprisingly, was held in the Mushroom Kingdom. Peach had mentioned that she’d like to hold the ball annually and switch between the Kingdoms in the future. Bowser hesitantly agreed, more so because he wasn’t sure what a year from now held for him, or this newfound peace, and hope was intimidating and uneasy at best. Moreover, Bowser was terrified of putting his heart on display for everyone to see, only to find that his feelings were not reciprocated. Although he highly doubted it after Mario’s little pep talk a week ago. However the King could not ignore how distant Luigi had seemed as of late, nor the deep ache in his chest that held the weight of grief. Currently, Bowser was behind the stage, taking the deepest breaths of his life, waiting for his cue.

Luigi and Mario walked up to the decorated doors where Peach and a few of her toad guards were greeting guests.

“Mario, I love your suit.” Peach beamed with a blush, and Luigi had a distinct feeling it was her way of shyly telling his brother that he looked good. “Luigi, you look gorgeous.” The Princess complimented. “Wow. Who’s the lucky person?” She added upon seeing the younger twin’s arm.

“I’ll tell you another time.” The dress-clad man informed her as kindly as possible. It was another partial truth, she’d find out sooner or later, just through Bowser perhaps. The Princess nodded and assured Mario that they’d meet up later, and both twins entered the doors.

The ballroom was beautifully decorated with white and rose gold, accents of black. Flowers of pink and yellow, as well as banners of both Kingdoms dotted the place. Luigi could see Kamek’s creative touch in so much of it, that it made him smile. Both Toads and other Mushroom Kingdom citizens filed alongside the Darklanders, it was an interesting mix of individuals and colors. Luigi was entranced by the scene, it was just as magical as the land itself, and they were glad they allowed themselves this pleasure. There was some minor chatter and handshakes among the crowd as everyone waited for the first announcement.

“Hello and good evening everyone. Your attention please.” Toadsworth’s voice boomed through the speakers, and the crowd slowly came to a hush and turned their attention to the stage.

“Thank you all for coming tonight on such a momentous day to celebrate the peace between the Koopa Kingdom and the Mushroom Kingdom.” Peach stepped up into the spotlight, and she looked as radiant as ever. There was applause throughout the room before she continued the next line of thanks. She made the speech about prosperity and hope ushering the Kingdoms into a new era, never seen before. Or something along those lines, if Luigi was honest, he wasn’t really listening. He was too busy, searching the crowd for a certain mane of red hair that belonged to the Koopa King.

“Thank you for that lovely speech, Princess Peach. Before we open the floor to the first dance, we have a special guest here tonight who would like to have the floor.” Toadsworth announced, and Bowser stepped out onto the stage and up to a piano that Luigi just noticed. A red cape trailed behind him, and his black dress shoes fell softly on the stage. He had on black dress pants, a black vest with red lining, and a red cape that was clasped together with his golden brooch. Luigi’s mind was a flurry of thoughts; he’s so handsome, oh we match. Wait, what the fuck is he doing!? His arms are visible, I can see his soulmate mark as clear as day!!

Despite the internal, screaming, monologue Luigi couldn’t tear his gaze away. The mark was up to Bowser’s shoulder as well, and it complimented his scales, framing the underlying muscles.

The plumber felt lost as the King, for the first time since meeting him, looked nervous, shy, and maybe a bit scared. Bowser speechlessly sat at the piano, and cleared his throat, as his fingers hung over the ivory keys.

“I’m in trouble.” The song started slow, like a serenade. When Bowser sang the syllable of the last word, he began to play the keys.

“I’m an addict.” Luigi couldn’t help but think to himself that this must be the “grand gesture” he suggested for the King to do for Peach. The younger twin tried to ignore the painful squeeze of their heart, clasping onto Mario’s hand, their gaze meeting. Mario looks at his younger brother with an expressionless face, but he can’t quite help the glint in his eyes.

“I’m addicted to this boooy.” Bowser sang the last word with purpose, dragging it out, and Luigi’s eyes snapped back to the stage with disbelief.
“He’s got my heart tied in a knot, my stomach in a whirrrrl.” As Bowser dragged the last note out, Luigi couldn’t help but tear his gaze away, only for a moment to look at Mario as if to make sure this was really happening. The older twin’s facade broke and he squeezed his brother's hand and smiled widely, nodding as if understanding the unasked question.

“But even worse I can't stop seeing him. He’s all I want and mooorrre,” Bowser smiled and his tone slipped into a more conversational one as he spoke the next line.
“I mean damn, What's not to adore?” Bowser looked right at Luigi, and the plumber’s heart stopped as a few tears streaked down his face. The beat and keys picked up to a more positive and catchy tone, akin to pop.

“I've been playing too much piano, I've been listening to jazz.
I’ve yelled so many times, I swear he’s going mad.
And my at-tit-uuuude will be the death of us.
I swear, I swear.
And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh,
Oooh oooh oooh.
I'm running my mouth just like I got them.
But I surely don't.
Because he’s so-o-o-o-o-o-o,
Rock and roll!
And out of my league,
Is he out of my league? Let's hope not.” Bowser’s eyes hardly left Luigi’s, only checking the piano keys occasionally.

Luigi’s jaw had fallen open in shock, their hands covering their mouth. Suddenly all the times that they had spent together, the sweet whispers and stories shared, the gentle touches, it made a lot more sense. When Bowser had promised Luigi that he would spoil him, and wanted to be there for him, he did not mean it just as a friend.

“I'm in trouble I'm so cliche.
See that word just wears me out.
Makes me feel like just another boy,
To laugh and joke about.
But even worse I can't stop seeing him,
I love to hear that voice,
And honestly, I'm left with no choice.” The music began to swell and Bowser smiled his real smile; the one his face had almost forgotten, outside of Junior.

“I've been playing too much piano I've been listening to jazz.
I’ve yelled so many times I swear he’s going mad,
And my at-tit-uuuude will be the death of us
I swear, I swear.
And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh,
Oooh oooh oooh.” A spotlight searched the crowd briefly and fell onto Luigi. Bowser stood from the piano, which continued to magically play as he walked across the stage, another spotlight following him. There was a microphone in his grasp as he stepped off the stage and the crowd parted like the sea, revealing Luigi.

“Stars, you're stunning.” Bowser disclosed in hush tones, and Luigi was unsure if the King meant to say the compliment into the microphone or not, but didn’t have much time to think about it as Bowser held out his hand for the plumber to take. Entranced by Bowser, Luigi took his hand and was led onto the stage so the King could finish the song.

“I'm running my mouth just like I got them,
But I surely don't.
Because he’s so-o-o-o-o-o-o
Rock and roll!
And out of my league.” Bowser kneeled in front of Luigi, their hands still clasped, the King’s mark facing the crowd, on display. His voice changed back to conventional.

“Luigi, are you out of my league? Because you’re the only one for me. It’s always been you. I’ve just been too dumb and blind to see that. I’m sorry, will you have me?” Bowser admitted into the microphone. Luigi realized when Bowser had said, “I am not worried about the Princess in the slightest.” It was because Bowser realized that he wasn’t interested in her, and when he informed the plumber, “I have her all figured out,” the aggravation was meant to be pointed toward her.

Luigi tried to reply as tears continued to streak down his face, he found himself speechless. Instead of saying something he placed his hands on either side of Bowser’s face and captured his lips. There was an echo of a surprised hum that resounded through the microphone before it dropped to the ground and rolled away. Bowser took Luigi into his arms, picking him up and deepening the kiss.

Mario began shouting and cheering loudly. Whistling, whooping, and hollering like his life depended on it, and the shocked crowd slowly joined in, because Mario was doing it. Peach, who had been by his side at this point, was a little surprised herself, but more so excited. She, in the heat of the moment, kissed Mario on the cheek. Mario grew dead silent in awe and blushed. They both watched as cosmos and snowdrops bloomed, engulfing their arms up to their elbows.

Bowser and Luigi got off the stage, and music began to play for the first dance. The King held the other close, and they laid their head on his chest. The human couldn’t help but chuckle wetly, and trace the mark on Bowser’s arm all the way up to his shoulder.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realize that you liked me. I thought my mark was only growing because of how much I liked you.” The plumber babbled, shaking their head at the ridiculous situation.

“You thought-?” Bowser laughed, unable to finish the question. “That makes so much sense now. No. The mark is a reflection of our bond, remember?” He explained fondly.

“So it only grows if we’re in sync?” The human checked. “Yes, basically. I thought you liked me but you had been acting so distant recently, I started to doubt myself.” The Koopa informed him shyly.

“Because I really thought that you still liked the Princess,” Luigi admitted feeling as clueless as Mario normally is.

“I know without a doubt that I’ve never really liked Peach, not really. I liked the idea of her, the fantasy reality I built of her.” Bowser confessed, reusing the words he had with Kamek. “My skin-deep obsession with her was just that, and it’s overshadowed by how much I love you, Luigi.” Bowser stopped to look at Luigi in his deep sapphire eyes. Their makeup had left trails on their cheeks, which had been hastily cleaned up, his face wash flush from crying previously; but he was gorgeous.

“I- you- You love me!?” Luigi stammered and Bowser ran his claws through soft brown locks. “I love you desperately. I want to be with you if you’ll have me?” Bowser watched as Luigi lit up brilliantly. Bowser felt ridiculous but he needed the verbal confirmation that Luigi wanted to be with him, although the kiss had been a pleasant surprise.

“Yes! Yes! I want to be with you! I love you, Bowser.” Luigi jumped into Bowser’s arms and kissed him. The King couldn’t help but think to himself that this was everything he could want and more. The human flicked their tongue into his mouth and the Koopa growled possessively. The plumber shivered deliciously and pulled away remembering they were not alone.

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“Kamek good news! It worked!” Bowser crowed once he boarded the airship, Luigi literally bridal style in his arms. “I can see that. I never doubted you.” Kamek mused with a coy grin. “Kamek. Can you uh….” The King started and blushed, seeming to be too embarrassed to carry on.

“CanYouMakeSureWeHaveSomePrivacy?” Luigi supplied, the words running together as they quickly spilled out. “Please.” Both men added in unison as they blushed, and Kamek felt himself flush from second-hand embarrassment.

“Ahem. Right away.” The MagiKoopa assured. He received thanks from them as they disappeared behind the door to Bowser’s quarters. The mage worked double time to evacuate the airship.

Bowser locked the door behind them and Luigi immediately pulled him into a kiss. The King hummed in surprise and blindly led them to the bed with the human undoing the clasp for the cape and the vest buttons in turn. The Koopa set the plumber on his feet, breaking the kiss for only a moment before they dived back in; impatient hands finding the remaining buttons and unhooking them. Luigi peeled the vest off the other’s shoulders and his hands traveled over the newly exposed scales.

“Ah- Luigi.” Bowser broke the kiss in a moaning gasp. It had been so long since someone had touched him so tenderly, and he could feel the other’s desire through the tether. “Take this off of me.” Luigi ordered, lifting their arms for him to slip it off. The King's hands dropped underneath the skirt of the dress, slowly gliding across Luigi’s skin as he pulled the dress up over his head and tossed it with the growing pile of clothes.

“Stars.” The Koopa said breathlessly, his gaze sweeping over the plumber’s form, his eyes darting back to the black g-string thong that hugged the swell of his hips. “Like what you see?” The human purred, fingers teasing the thin line of fabric.

“Yes.” Bowser licked his lips and felt a pulse of heat shoot down his body and pool in his gut. “Then take off your pants for me, and then it’ll be my turn.” The human’s voice rumbled sultry and low. The King followed the instructions, slowly stripping himself of the pants, now left bare in front of his lover. The Koopa waited a moment for a silent signal to continue and the plumber nodded with a smirk at the corner of his lips. Bowser’s claw traced the stings of the thong and pulled them down, Luigi’s hard member springing forward. The King of the Darklands dropped to his knees, and the sight alone made Luigi moan.

“Fuck. How are you this hot?” The plumber declared, and the Koopa blushed at the unexpected praise. “It’s funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you.” The King noted, running his hands up Luigi’s legs and gripping their hips. His thumbs traced over the bone there, his claws scraping the sensitive skin, making the other hiss in pleasure.

Bowser loved that he had just begun touching Luigi, yet he seemed to have such an effect on him. The King palmed their hard member, gently and gradually getting a feel for what his lover liked. The pressure, the speed, the torque; he studied Luigi as if his life depended on it like he had all the time in the world. He followed their facial expressions, the noises of pleasure, or how their body would subconsciously respond by twitching into his grasp.

After getting a feel for what made Luigi squirm in the best way possible, Bowser swallowed him whole and Luigi gasped, grabbing a fistful of hair to anchor himself, Bowser moaned deep in his throat as he bobbed leisurely along the human’s cock. Taking what he learned and using it to suck his lover for all he was worth.

“B-Bowser. Please, I want you.” The plumber begged and the Koopa pulled off of him with a lewd popping noise. “Mmmm~ I love it when you beg.” Bowser growled and Luigi shivered, crawled onto the bed, and laid on his back, beckoning his lover towards him. Bowser retracted his shell spikes and inched onto the bed on top of Luigi. The King sat on his knees and extended his cock into his palm.

“Fuck. That’s hot.” Luigi commented, pupils blown wide open with lust, as he tracked the movement of Bowser’s hand slowly stroking the slick length; mm~ self-lubricating . The King strained to reach and grabbed the lube from the dresser, he squirted some in his grip and took hold of their combined cocks, coating them both in the liquid. He did an experimental stroke, and Luigi made a high, keening noise. Bowser bent down into the shell of their ear.

“Patience pet~” He growled and nibbled on the lobe, before moving down to their neck and biting the juncture there. Luigi moaned louder this time, whimpering as the King sucked on his neck and trailed his mouth down to his nipples; Bowser’s hand gliding against their cocks all the while. Bowser worked the sensitive bud until it was flush and hardened, then he moved to the next to repeat the same ministrations. Luigi’s face was flushed red, his lid hooded as he squirmed under the Koopa’s care.

“B-Bowser. I-I can’t.” Luigi stammered and Bowser completely stopped and pulled away some. “What do you mean you can’t, Luigi? If you need to stop, we can.” Bowser fretted, face scrunched in concern, wondering if he was overwhelming the human.

“I-I meant.” Luigi started and maneuvered them with all his strength and somehow switched spots with Bowser so he could straddle him. “Woa.” Bowser gasped in surprise, his eyes wide with shock.

“I can’t take this anymore. I’m getting impatient.” Luigi scolded, grabbed the lube, thoroughly applied it to several fingers, and wasted no time in slipping two inside himself. “Oh.” The King said, lost for words and mesmerized by the sight of Luigi fingering themself open. The human pumped their fingers a few times, then added a third finger.

“Agh. Mmph.” The plumber moaned and gasped as he opened himself up more to take Bowser. Luigi positioned himself above Bowser’s cock and slowly lowered himself down onto it.

“I’ve w-wanted th-this- I’ve wanted you for a w-while.” Luigi admitted as Bowser became fully seated in him. The human did a small experimental thrust and then slowly lifted himself up only to push himself down completely and quickly onto Bowser.

“LUIGI!” Bowser yelled out, his vision whiting out for a second as the tight heat of Luigi’s entrance engulfed his cock.

“Stars Luigi. How long?” The King inquired, proud of himself to be able to form a coherent thought under these circumstances.

“Ah- Since I knew that you were a dad.” The human thrust again and gasped, “Oh fuck. Yess~ Yes.” Their eyes fell shut, getting lost in the sensation for a moment.

Bowser watched entranced while Luigi rode him with no reservations, he was so pretty. The human’s hands braced their weight on the King’s chest, their face was flush and mouth agape panting and moaning.

“Luigi.” The Koopa moaned absorbed in the throes of pleasure.

“I’ve loved you since then.” Luigi shared and Bowser clawed at the bed wanting more. “Luigi, Luigi. Fuck, Luigi.” The King felt like he needed the human closer, feeling his desperation to be pressed against his lover.

“My turn.” The Koopa claimed at his wit's end, flipping their positions once more so Luigi was beneath him. “I’m sorry it took me longer to realize how I felt about you. I’ve loved you since you came to comfort me in my Kingdom, after Junior’s party. But I refused to believe or accept it. I didn’t allow myself to really feel that way about you until after we shared that first dance.” He told them, pausing movement for a moment to say what he needed. Bowser leaned in closer, captured Luigi’s lips, and thrust into them again. He brought his lips to their ear.

“I’m so happy I have you now. I love you, Luigi.” The King kissed the sensitive mark he left behind on Luigi’s neck, and the human cried out.

“I’m all yours Bowser. I love you.” Luigi had tears in his eyes from the pleasure and overflowing emotions from both sides.

Bowser loved the feeling of Luigi below him, the soft and supple flesh, and his curves. He loved how his face clearly displayed his ecstasy. That there was no doubt that the human felt the same as the King. Luigi's clear desire for the Koopa had a way of making Bowser feel more powerful than a superstar could ever. Luigi always made him feel more loved and wanted than he had in a while, and all Bowser could think to do was to make Luigi feel the same, if not more. He pulled the human up into a sitting position.

“B-Bowser….” Luigi whimpered.

“Thanks for giving us a chance. Thank you for giving me a chance.” Bowser said and watched as Luigi lit up, his toothy grin gracing his beautiful features.

“You’re welcome.” Luigi shot him a cheeky grin before kissing him. Bowser ran his fingers through soft brown locks with a tug, and the other hand clawed gently down his back. Luigi gasped in Bowser’s hold. The King took this as an invitation and his tongue delved deeper into the human’s mouth, Luigi hummed and writhed at the welcome intrusion. Bowser drove deeper into Luigi, they both moaned at the sensation and began to synchronize their movement; time and the outside world long forgotten outside this moment.

Bowser broke the kiss, his palms now open on the arch of Luigi’s lower back. Luigi’s face was flush, little puffs of air escaped from his lips, their head was thrown back in ecstasy; and the long, delicate line of their throat was exposed.

“Luigi.” Bowser moaned reverently, tendrils of smoke pluming from his nostrils as his thrusts continued, they could feel each other’s bliss, their pleasure; it amplified their own.

“Bowser!” Luigi cried feverishly, his hands braced on Bowser’s shoulders as he took his time moving with his love. Bowser everywhere; beneath him, around him, in him. Luigi felt filled to the brim in the best possible way that he ever thought possible.

“Stars Luigi. So good. Fuck I love you.” Bowser moaned, feeling at the edge of his ecstasy.

“Bowser- ah! Oh God! Bowser, I love you.” Luigi proclaimed feeling so close that he could taste it.

Bowser pulled Luigi impossibly closer, the human’s cock now rubbing against their skin and scales, the smoke heating the room and becoming almost dizzying. Luigi cried out wordlessly as he came so hard he could see stars. The King pumped into his lover for a few more strokes before he followed after, his hot seed spilling inside of Luigi as he screamed their name. Their mouths crashed together in a way-too-rough kiss that slowed down to soft, sweet ones.

“That was- fuck.” Luigi claimed breathlessly, the two of them remained unmoved in each other's arms still catching their breath. “Yeah. I’m kind of pissed. I didn’t realize I had feelings for you sooner.” Bowser half-joked with a light chuckle.

“Oh yeah? Feel like you’ve been missing out?” The plumber teased, proud of themself for being able to form a coherent thought. “Yes. But don’t worry my little minx, I plan on making up for lost time.” The Koopa purred and Luigi blushed and giggled.

“Come, my love, let’s take a shower and clean up.” The human suggested with a wide grin.

“Yes. Let’s clean up and sleep. We have all the time in the world together.” Bowser smiled, helping Luig up and off as they headed to the shower together.