#bowmario

“I can’t forget that awful day.” Mario faced the Koopa King from where he sat near him on the surreal blockade hill. He cocked his head, ushering for him to continue his thoughts.

“That day I joined you and Peach to stop that jerk, Count Bleck, all so that I could rule the world one day.” He finished. “Worst day of my life…”

Mario chuckles and shrugs. It was a dire time for the Mushroom Kingdom, and not something they want to talk about either. He couldn’t blame them, everything that happened was mayhem and it was a real nightmarish experience, and Mario knows. Oh he knows…

“I mean I know I beat him, I’m awesome, but…,” Bowser stares at his mitts and sighs, “I don’t feel the same like I used to… And- and that’s not… I am the Great King Bowser. I triumph!”

Mario doesn’t say anything and Bowser growls.

“I’m still… so angry. And… sad.” He whispered the last part.

A soft touch pulls him from any negative thoughts he could cook up and he glanced at a pair of blue eyes, sharp and strong as they ever were when he’s determined. Instead of it being used for battle between the two, it’s the opposite. It sought to comfort him. 

He didn’t have time to say anything when two arms try but fail to enclose around his thick neck. He blinks, then rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t ask for a hug, idiot.” He says, but there’s no malicious in his tone and his arms come forward to hug back, admittedly hiding the plumber from sight. He’s so tiny. And he still can’t figure out how he could beat him.

“… Thanks, Mario.”

  Bowser smelled the fresh makings of breakfast and forced his eyes open. It wasn’t long before his stomach became aware as well and the soft rumbling he felt only pushed his sleep induced haze further from his grasp. 

He uncurls and stretches with a big yawn, but he’s not alone. A small but noticeable shift under the covers caught his eye and he almost considered it an intruder that somehow came in the middle of the night to snuggle without his permission or even think to climb into his bed at all.

Bowser snatched the sheets and yanked them away from the tiny lump so that he can not only look at them but hope to burn something for this inconvenient time of day, but he halts and blinks at Mario, sleeping soundly sprawled out.

A small line of drool tracked down his cheek and his deep red pajama shirt had ridden up to expose his belly. His hair is disheveled and so is his moustache which flutters with each exhale of a snore. He squirmed and snorts, sleepily scratching his side before turning on his side and getting comfortable against Bowser’s underbelly, all the while the Koopa King stares and remained still for a full five minutes, progressing all this.

Nothing came to mind except one thing and he will go to his grave if it meant keeping this from his rival and anyone in the Mushroom Kingdom if they ever thought he was going soft.

Adorable. This inferior little annoyance, this red fleck that always got in the way of marrying Peach, this tiny red dot that is nothing but beneath his scaly foot, this... this-!

A soft sigh through Bowser out of his turmoil and he looks back down at the man in question. His claw still holding the sheet. Maybe...

A knock at his door made his decision final.

Kamek stood by with the large tray of food floating in pink magic as he awaited his Master to come and roar his annual greeting in this fine morning (if you count 12pm in the evening as morning but that’s what Bowser can handle).

The large door opens and there his King, scary and looming. Kamek bows and offers the tray, to which gets snatched by his ugliness before mumbling a ‘thank you’ and slamming the door in his face.

Wait... did his King thank him?

It wasn’t long before Mario came to after smelling the food and he didn’t seem all that fazed by this as Bowser was. He simply crawled into Bowser’s lap and stole half his meat and eggs for himself.