#crazy princess

Bowser x psychotic crazy princess

This is a small joke/ kinda seeious? Fanfic I made. I made this so I could sum it it in my schools literary club magazine so the whole school can read it 😈 but yeah.

You can take this as a bowser x reader! It’s kinda a joke but I had a really fun time writing this. I’m not sure if I’ll do more in the future. (I’ll probably put this on AO3) but just in case maybe y’all can put suggestions on what y’all like to see after this 😏

Chapter 2 of Bowser, My Love! I Will Free You!

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It was a lovely day in the Mushroom Kingdom. Birds chirped, bees buzzed, and cheerful, colorful Toads bustled about without a care in the world. Ever since the King of Koopas had been sealed away, peace had returned.

As usual, Princess Peach tended to her royal duties, graciously meeting her beloved Toad subjects, while the heroic brothers, Mario and Luigi, scurried around saving the day—one broken pipe at a time.

Yes, the kingdom was content.

Well… almost everyone.

High above the Mushroom Kingdom, beyond the clouds and into the stratosphere, a storm of despair was brewing.

"NOOOOO!!! BOWSER, MY LOVE!"

The wail echoed through the halls of the Cloud Kingdom’s grand palace, shaking its very foundation.

"M-My princess, please, compose yourself!" a frazzled servant pleaded, dodging a plush Bowser doll that had just been hurled across the room.

But there was no calming Princess Puffina. She lay sprawled across her silken throne, clutching a heart-shaped handkerchief, drenched in her own dramatic tears.

"How could they?! HOW WOULD THEY?!" she wailed, her voice raw with heartbreak.

Her chest heaved with emotion as she flung herself onto the nearest cushion. “My poor, sweet Bowser! Trapped! Alone! Never to see the light of day! How will he survive without me?! Oh, the agony! The INJUSTICE!"

She let out a shuddering gasp before dramatically dabbing at her eyes. "Curse you, Mario! Curse you, Peach! I shall not stand idly by while my future husband suffers in captivity!"

Her attendants exchanged nervous glances.

Here we go again.

Princess Puffina. The notorious ruler of the Cloud Kingdom.

Yes, that’s right. A princess of the calm, kind, enchanting, and opulent kingdom of the clouds… madly in love with the dishonest, treacherous, sadistic, scaly, monstrous, ever-fearsome King of Koopas—Bowser.

“Ohhh, my Bowser!” she wailed again, throwing herself onto the other side of her throne with the grace of a fainting actress in a tragic play.

“My princess, please!” her frazzled servant begged. “He is not truly gone! Word has it that he has been contained in a small bottle…” the servant said cautiously, as if afraid of triggering another emotional outburst.

Puffina, mid-blow into her handkerchief, froze.

Her tear-filled eyes widened, shimmering like stormy skies as a single drop trailed dramatically down her cheek.

Then, in an instant—"Oh my goodness!" she gasped, flinging the damp handkerchief aside. “What am I even worried about?!”

With a sudden, whiplash-inducing shift, she bolted upright, swiftly wiping away her tears. Her cheeks were still flushed, her breath still uneven, but her expression had flipped from despair to thrilling realization.

Then it hit her.

"Wait… IN A SMALL BOTTLE?!"

Her hands clenched into trembling fists. "No one… NO ONE imprisons my beautiful, magnificent king like some cheap collectible!"

A dark thundercloud rumbled above her head, flashing with miniature lightning as her body trembled with fury.

“My princess, please, do not be so angered! It could be worse! Surely, a king like him wouldn't need sav—”

"SAVING!!!" Puffina suddenly shrieked, her voice echoing through the palace halls.

Her lips curled into a wide, dangerously unhinged grin as a manic gleam sparked in her eyes.

"Yes… SAVING."

She whispered the word this time, rolling it over her tongue like the sweetest, most wicked secret.

Her breath quickened. Her heart pounded. And then—she threw back her head, twirling in place, laughing maniacally into the air.

"That horrid Princess Peach has FLIPPED THE SCRIPT! She has HIM in captivity?! My sweet, misunderstood king?!" She clutched her chest dramatically.

"WELL, NOT FOR LONG!"

She stopped spinning abruptly, planting her feet firmly on the ground.

"I SHALL SAVE HIM! And when I do…"

Her voice softened to a dreamy sigh as she clasped her hands together, stars twinkling in her eyes.

“…he’ll have no choice but to marry me!~"

And with that, Puffina skipped off toward the balcony, completely ignoring the look of utter dread on her servant’s face.

“Oh browser!~ Im comming!~” and with that, she freely jumps off the balcony with the sudden puff of a cloud catching her and zooming away to the Mushroom Kingdom.

“Oh, Bowser!~ I’m coming!~”

With a graceful leap, Princess Puffina flung herself from the palace balcony.

For a moment, she plummeted through the sky, her hair whipping wildly in the wind—until, with a soft POOF!, a fluffy cloud materialized beneath her, catching her with perfect timing.

“Onward, my trusty Nimbus! To the Mushroom Kingdom!” she declared, pointing dramatically toward the horizon.

The cloud zipped through the sky, leaving a faint trail of sparkling mist in its wake.

Meanwhile, inside Princess Peach’s Castle, all was peaceful.

Mario and Luigi were enjoying a well-earned break, seated at a grand table filled with plates of spaghetti (Mario was on his third helping). Princess Peach, dressed in her usual regal pink, stood by the window, enjoying the warmth of the sun.

But their tranquility was shattered when—

BAM!

The castle’s grand doors burst open, slamming against the walls with a thunderous BOOM!

A gust of wind rushed into the room, scattering napkins and ruffling Peach’s gown.

And there, in the entrance, stood a figure bathed in dramatic backlight.

Princess Puffina.

Drenched in chaotic energy.

Her wild curls bounced as she strutted inside, her fluffy gown billowing behind her like a storm cloud.

"Ah, my dearest Peach!~" she cooed, her voice sickly sweet as she sauntered toward the princess. "How simply wonderful to see you, my darling~! Oh, and the Mario brothers, too!~ What luck! I was just in the neighborhood and thought, ‘Why not pay a little visit?’"

Mario and Luigi exchanged glances.

Peach blinked. “Uh… Princess Puffina? What are you—”

“OH, you sweet thing!~” Puffina cut her off, placing a delicate yet vaguely threatening hand on Peach’s shoulder. “It must be so exhausting ruling this little mushroom patch. I just don’t know how you manage!”

Peach stared at her.

“…I do just fine?”

Puffina giggled, but there was something unnerving about it. “Ohhh, of course you do! You always do, don’t you?”

Luigi swallowed nervously. “…Mario, I don’t-a like this.”

Mario, now napkin-less thanks to Puffina’s dramatic entrance, nodded. “Yeah.”

“BUT ANYWAY!” Puffina suddenly clapped her hands together, making everyone flinch. “I simply must be on my way! So lovely catching up!~”

And with that, she turned on her heel, skipping deeper into the castle.

Peach blinked again. “…Where are you going?”

Puffina waved a hand dismissively. “Ohhh, nowhere important! Just a little, tiny errand! Don’t worry about it~!”

Peach frowned. “That doesn’t answer my—”

SLAM.

Puffina shut the doors behind her.

There was a long pause.

Mario, his mouth still full of spaghetti, slowly turned to Peach. “…What-a just happened?”

Peach sighed. “I have no idea.”

Puffina glided down the castle corridors, her cloudlike dress floating behind her.

She hummed to herself as she peeked into different rooms, occasionally gasping dramatically when a Toad guard would spot her.

“Oh, pardon me, darling!~ Just looking for the powder room!~”

The confused Toad would bow and apologize, and just like that, she’d twirl away, moving closer and closer to her goal.

And then—

She found it.

The room was dimly lit, tucked away behind an ornate golden door. A guard stood outside, standing at attention.

Puffina’s eyes gleamed.

Her beloved Bowser was inside.

Time for a rescue.

She peeks over the wall side eyeing side to side as with one whoosh of her cloud magic she disguises her self as a toad. She had a tray in her hand with food and strutted right up to the guard “feeding time!” she said firmly

The toad guard strangely looks at her “feeding time is a bit later. I think your early miss.” they said and quickly princess puffins ironically puffs. “This is a order from princess peach! Her kind heart decided to give bowser fresh hot spaghetti.” she says.

“Ah! Well in that case i see no problem! Our princess as a generous heart!” the toad sighs letting the disguised princess puffins in.

She smiles sweetly but frowns at the thought of princess peach. She walks in and with closed doors she trandforms back into her human self.

Her eyes scan the dark room and in the center a small glass bottle glimmers from the small opening of light. She could see is gorgeous yellow scales. His small lizard back faced her. She smiled from ear to ear.

FINALLY! Her king was right here! Alone! Just her.. And NO ONE ELSE.

“Oh! Oh my bowser!” she runs towards the small bottle. Grabbing it and putting the bottle towards her lips.

“Oh my itsy-bitsy-tiny-kingy!” she kisses and shakes the bottle in a frenzy. Covering the bottle in her bright pink lipstick. The monstrous tiny lizard inside being shooked around. When stopping her kissing frenzy she smiles dangerously happy at him. The lizard shocked in the bottle “dont worry my cutesy pookie! Well escape!”

“HAH!” with a swoop of a kick she busted the stoe wall down and with her trusty nimbus she leps out and flys away.

With the wind rushing past her and her cloud soaring through the sky, Princess Puffina giggled wildly, cradling the tiny glass bottle in her hands. She twirled it between her fingers, the little lizard inside bouncing around from the movement.

"Oh, my sweet, tiny, itsy-bitsy Bowserkins~!" she cooed, smooching the glass repeatedly, leaving bright pink lipstick marks all over the surface. Inside, Bowser’s tiny body tumbled against the walls of his container, dazed and absolutely done with whatever was happening.

Puffina finally landed on a floating cloud high above the Mushroom Kingdom, the perfect place for a romantic (completely one-sided) reunion.

"Alright, my darling!" she sang, gripping the bottle tightly. "It’s time for your big comeback!"

With a POP, she yanked off the cork.

For a moment, Bowser just sat there, frozen in his tiny form, staring up at the grinning, lovesick princess looming over him. He blinked once. Twice.

Then—

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF DRY BONES IS HAPPENING?!"

Before he could even attempt to scramble out of the bottle, Puffina tipped it over, dumping him unceremoniously into her hands.

"Ohhh, Bowser~!" she squealed, clutching him to her chest. "You're even cuter when you're travel-sized! Eeeee!"

"PUT ME DOWN, YOU MANIAC!" Bowser roared, struggling against her iron grip. "WHO EVEN ARE YOU?!"

Puffina gasped dramatically, eyes shimmering with heartbreak. "Bowser… my love… you don’t remember me?!"

"I’VE NEVER MET YOU IN MY LIFE!"

But before he could protest further, Puffina beamed, eyes wild with excitement. "Oh, don't worry, my big handsome grumpy turtle, I know what you need!"

She reached into the fluffy folds of her dress and pulled out—

A Red Mushroom.

"Open wide, sweetie pie~!"

"WAIT—NO, HOLD ON—!"

Too late.

With the strength only a princess deeply in love (and deeply unhinged) could have, she shoved the mushroom straight into his mouth. Bowser gagged, flailing his tiny limbs, but before he could spit it out—

POOF!

A burst of magic erupted around him. His tiny form swelled rapidly, his deep growl returning as he expanded back into his monstrous, towering self.

Puffina clapped her hands, twirling in delight. "EEEE, THERE HE IS! MY BIG STRONG KING!"

Bowser groaned, rubbing his head. "What… the heck…" He blinked, looking around, finally realizing where he was. "Wait. How did I get out of that bottle?! Where even—"

Then his gaze landed on her.

Puffina stared up at him, eyes sparkling, hands clasped together like a maiden in a fairytale.

"Oh, my dearest, sweetest, most magnificent Bowser..." she whispered dreamily.

Bowser took a step back. "...I don’t like how you’re looking at me."

"NOW WE CAN GET MARRIED!" she declared, throwing herself at his arm.

"WHAT?!"

And they had 256 babies. The end.

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because she's got way too much power and always gets what she wants and what is the point of having that unless you act a little crazy about it? The emperor even appeases her so of course she would be this way.

Chapter 3: The Imposter Princess

Bowser x possessive crazy princess

Summary:

Princess Puffina thought she had it all figured out. With a flawless disguise and a cunning plan, she’s convinced she’s finally won Bowser’s heart. But as the real Peach fades into the background, Bowser’s growing suspicion starts to put her perfect act in jeopardy. Her obsession with him makes her push deeper into her role, but Bowser starts noticing the small things—her eagerness that doesn’t quite match Peach’s usual grace. As their tangled web of deception grows, will Puffina’s carefully crafted illusion fall apart, or will Bowser’s heart remain swayed by her devotion?

SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I had this ready a while ago but I wanted to review it but I’m too tired to change anything and I will say the ending to me is kinda bad but oh well! 😀 But I hope this is good! Enjoy!

Chapter 2 Bowser, My Love, I will Free You!

Ao3 link —-> click here!

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Princess Puffina leaned forward over her bubbling cauldron, her fingers gripping the edge as she stared at Bowser’s lovesick expression.

Her eye twitched.

“Playing hard to get?!”

Her Bowser—her darling, powerful, magnificent, fire-breathing king—was still wasting his time pining over that sickly-sweet, over-glorified mushroom farmer?!

Her nails dug into the crystal material of the cauldron stand as she watched him caress that hideous statue of Peach.

Peach. Peach. Peach.

Everything was always about Peach.

Her lips curled into a tight, forced smile.

“Fine.”

If Bowser wanted Peach… she would give him Peach.

But not the one he was chasing after.

No, no, no.

She would give him the princess he truly deserved.

And he would never know what hit him.

What she had learned about Bowser’s plan was simple:

One—Bowser would station troops at every entrance of his castle to prepare for any pesky interference from those Mario brothers.

Two—When Bowser barged into the Mushroom Kingdom, two koopas would throw down smoke bombs for distraction, giving him just enough time to snatch Princess Peach from her throne.

Three—With the help of a Koopa Clown Car, he would then soar away, victorious, taking Peach back to his ship as his captive queen.

Puffina twirled in place, clasping her hands together.

“Oh, it’s perfect! It’s too easy!” she giggled, spinning toward the large planning board she had set up in her private study.

Pinned to it were maps, notes, sketches of Bowser, and—most notably—a large, hand-drawn portrait of Peach with devil horns doodled over her head.

She twirled a marker between her fingers before drawing a large X over Peach’s face.

“I’ll take her place!”

She threw her head back in laughter—loud, triumphant, borderline villainous.

But her moment was rudely interrupted by a soft knock at her door.

“Miss? Are you alright in there?”

Puffina froze, mid-laugh.

“Nepheli?” she called, recognizing the voice of her longtime trusted maid.

She quickly smoothed out her dress before opening the door to reveal Nepheli—a gentle, elderly woman with kind eyes and a face lined with years of patience.

Nepheli smiled, but there was a flicker of concern in her expression. “Miss, you’ve been cooped up all day. Are you well? I know you’ve been… busy lately, but nonetheless, we are all worried.”

Puffina huffed, stepping aside to let the maid in.

Nepheli entered, setting down a tray of tea and pastries on a nearby table.

“Here. I brought your favorite.”

Puffina sighed dramatically before slumping into her plush, cloud-like chair.

“Oh, Nepheli, it’s all too hard!” she whined. *“I have to be brilliant! Beautiful! Strategic! And yet, my poor Bowser is still blinded by that—” she waved a hand dismissively, ”—that princess!”

She snatched a pastry from the tray, angrily chomping down.

Nepheli remained silent for a moment before clearing her throat.

“Princess Peach?” she asked, wary.

She knew all too well that her princess had… strong feelings about the Mushroom Kingdom’s ruler.

Puffina narrowed her eyes. “Yes! What do you think about her?” she asked, taking another aggressive bite.

Nepheli hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “Well… I suppose she’s quite lovely.”

Puffina puffed up instantly, her expression souring.

But before she could interrupt, Nepheli added smoothly, “But not as lovely as you, my princess.”

Puffina paused.

Then, she smirked, crossing her arms proudly.

“Why, thank you!” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

But her smugness quickly morphed back into frustration as she grabbed another pastry.

“Nepheli.” Puffina suddenly says as she swallows a pastry I will be gone. For a while. And don’t ask! Beacuse! I might bring a handsome king with me.” She sighs and giggles but quickly goes serious again

“And do not sorry about my safety because wherre I will be I shall be surrounded be safety.” Puffina says hinting that it will be biwser. Nepheli nods and gives a small smile.

“Alright I see. I will be here waiting princess.” The old maid says and puffina smiled “good! I shal be leaving to do studies!” Puffina bolts up grabbing another pastry and once again jumping off her balcony.

“Oh dear she never learned to use the stairs did she..?” Nepheli says.

Meanwhile, in the Mushroom Kingdom…

As usual, the Mario brothers were busy in town, helping fix roads after yet another Goomba incident. Princess Peach, meanwhile, took a peaceful stroll through her royal garden, humming softly to herself.

But she was not alone.

Hidden in the bushes, Princess Puffina lurked.

Her golden yet green eyes tracked every delicate movement Peach made.

How. How?! How had this frail, dainty, sickly-sweet woman somehow captured the attention of her Bowser?!

Even if she had help from Mario and Luigi, what was it about her that made Bowser so… obsessed?

Puffina needed to know.

So she studied.

She watched every movement. Every soft blink. Every gentle twirl of her hair. Every flutter of those annoying, way-too-perfect lashes.

She crawled through the grass, peered from behind bushes, clung to the tops of trees, and even hid behind benches when necessary.

By the time the sun began to set, her dress was torn, her arms were scratched up, and her face was smudged with dirt.

But she didn’t care.

This was research.

And soon, she would be ready.

The day had come.

Princess Puffina, now fully disguised with magic, was hidden deep within Peach’s castle.

Her signature fluffy rosette locks had been transformed into long, golden waves. Her usual extravagant outfit was replaced with Peach’s soft pink gown. Even her voice had been altered through magic, smoothing out her usual excited edge into something sweet and delicate.

To anyone looking at her—she was Princess Peach.

And now… she just had to wait.

She crouched in the shadows, tucked behind the grand throne room pillars.

From her hiding spot, she watched the real Peach, who was completely unaware that her very existence was about to be stolen.

Peach simply stood near her throne, adjusting her gloves, humming to herself—completely oblivious.

Puffina grinned.

“Soon, my love. Soon I’ll be in your arms~”

And then—

BOOM.

The castle doors exploded open, sending Toads screaming in every direction as a thick cloud of smoke filled the air.

And through that smoke—his voice.

“ALRIGHT, PEACH! YOU’RE COMIN’ WITH ME!”

Puffina swooned.

“YES YES YES IT’S HAPPENING!”

With zero hesitation, she lunged from her hiding spot, shoved the real Peach aside, and flung her arms wide open.

Peach stumbled, coughing on the smoke. “Wha—?!”

Puffina arched her back dramatically, gazing up at Bowser like a love-struck maiden.

“OH NO! BOWSER!~” she cried. “PLEASE, HAVE MERCY ON ME!”

Bowser, not even looking properly through the smoke, grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. Patting her behind firmly. If it wasn't for the commotion bowser would hear a questionable squeak.

“Hah! Too easy! Let’s go, boys!”

The Koopa Troop immediately deployed more smoke bombs, thickening the air into a blinding white fog.

His son, Bowser .Jr, drove the Koopa Clown Car and quickly picked up his father in the process. The two Cackle away in victory.

Mario and Luigi, just arriving on the scene, were already choking on smoke, frantically waving their hands.

“PRINCESS!” Mario coughed, trying to see through the haze.

Peach, still sitting on the floor, dazed, squinted through the smoke.

“…Uh.”

Mario and Luigi both lunged forward, chasing after the disappearing Bowser.

“DON’T WORRY, PRINCESS! WE’LL SAVE YOU!”

Peach blinked.

Then slowly stood up.

“…I’m right here.”

Mario and Luigi froze mid-run.

They turned around.

Stared at her.

Then looked back at the smoke.

Then back at Peach.

“…Then who was THAT?!”

Peach blinked and stood up, patting herself down.

“I-I don’t know,” she said, overwhelmed. “I’ve never seen her before…”

“She looked like you!” Luigi said, ever the worried one.

“Well, whoever she is, we’ve got to save her!” Mario declared, his voice filled with determination. “No one wants to be stuck with Bowser!”

Luigi sighed but reluctantly agreed, and the two rushed off. Peach watched them leave, her mind racing. Toad guards quickly surrounded her, keeping a protective distance.

As much as she’d like a bit of adventure, Peach didn’t want to deal with Bowser, or the possibility of being married off to him again. She had more pressing matters to focus on, after all—her kingdom’s safety.

A princess’s duties were never done.

Meanwhile, as Mario and Luigi were unknowingly chasing Princess Puffina, Bowser landed with his prize on his airship. He placed his “Peach” down on the floor, a grin spreading across his face.

“Finally!” he exclaimed. “I have Peach in my clutches!”

“You’re ours now, Mama Peach!” Bowser Jr. cheered, raising his arms in celebration. “No more running! My dad’s got you now!”

Bowser chuckled, pleased with his son’s enthusiasm. The villainous grin on his face grew wider as he turned toward his captive.

“Oh, yes, you certainly have me now!” Puffina said with a smile and a slight bow. “How horrible! No escape for me now!” She tried to act faint, but her excitement betrayed her—her hands were shaking, and her smile was far too wide.

“How do you feel, Peach?” Bowser asked, his voice firm. “Tomorrow, we’re getting married—no tricks this time!”

Puffina’s heart thudded, and she trembled slightly, struggling to contain her excitement.

“T-tomorrow?? Oh, how lovely!” Puffina squealed, but inside, she was bursting with happiness. Unable to hold it in any longer, she let out a shaky giggle that was more like a squeal of delight.

Bowser raised an eyebrow, confused by her sudden outburst. Why wasn’t she defying him? But he convinced himself that Peach had finally realized how much she wanted him. Although she did have this crazed look I’m her eye.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, trying to sound more authoritative. “Yes! Yes, it will be the loveliest wedding! Mushroom Kingdom will be there! And all the other kingdoms too!”

Puffina couldn’t contain herself anymore.

Her chest heaved with excitement, and her eyes sparkled with unspoken joy—almost with tears. She suddenly ran toward Bowser, throwing herself at him with a loud squeal.

“Oh, a wedding! That sounds amazing!” she shouted, nuzzling her face into his arm.

Bowser stiffened, eyes wide with confusion. This was not how Peach normally reacted. Yet, strangely, he didn’t mind. It felt different—but he told himself it was because she was finally seeing things his way.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted when Bowser Jr. bounced into the room, eyes full of excitement.

“Wow, Mama Peach is really excited!” Junior laughed. “I’m gonna go tell everyone!”

And with that, he dashed out of the deck, leaving Bowser and Puffina alone on the small balcony.

Bowser turned to Puffina, his expression a mix of confusion and something else. He couldn’t quite place it. Was this how it was supposed to feel? He’d dreamed of this moment for years, but something still felt… off.

But Puffina was already lost in her thoughts, her mind racing ahead to their future together. The plan was working, and soon, she would have everything she wanted.

Puffina, still giddy with excitement, hugged Bowser’s arm tighter as he stared ahead, still uncertain of what to make of this whole situation. He had wanted this moment for years, but now that it was happening… it felt a little off.

He felt like something was wrong, but every time he tried to piece it together, it slipped through his fingers.

“You’re mine now, Peach,” Bowser grinned again, clearly pleased with his ‘victory’. “No more running away. No more tricks.”

Puffina responded with a smile that was a little too wide, a little too eager, and a lot less dignified than Peach’s usual gentle smile. Her eyes twinkled with what was too much excitement, like she was on the verge of an uncontrollable giggle. But Bowser, lost in the haze of his triumph, just attributed it to Peach’s supposed “new affection” toward him.

“Oh, yes, Bowser!” Puffina said in a too-high pitch, her voice lilting with a tone that was definitely not Peach’s usual calm grace. “I’ll be the best wife ever, and we’ll have the most wonderful, perfect wedding!”

Bowser narrowed his eyes, noticing the way she over-exaggerated that last line. It didn’t seem quite like Peach, but he couldn’t quite put his claw on why.

“Isn’t it a bit early to be this… eager?” Bowser muttered under his breath.

Puffina’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly recovered. “Oh, no!” she said, twirling her hair a little too quickly, “Just so excited, my love! This will be such a perfect day for us!”

She looked up at him, flashing a brilliant smile that made her eyes crinkle in a way that Peach’s face never did. Her lips curled into a too-big grin, with a sparkle in her eyes that screamed childish glee rather than a calm, collected princess. But Bowser was too distracted by his fantasy to notice the difference.

Yet, as he looked down at her with a smile, there was something still nagging at him.

“Yeah…” Bowser said, furrowing his brow slightly. “You seem a little too… enthusiastic about this wedding.”

But Puffina just laughed—loudly. Too loudly. A little too high-pitched and too much like an excited schoolgirl rather than a queen-to-be.

“How could I not be? Oh, my Bowser!” she giggled, leaning against him—a little too clingy, a little too unlike Peach in her usual manner.

Bowser shifted slightly, slightly uncomfortable with how close she was getting. This was supposed to be a victory, wasn’t it? His long-awaited moment where he finally took Peach for himself. But why did this feel different? Why did it feel like there was something missing?

It must be nothing.

Bowser dismissed the thought, but as he tried to focus on the moment, his eyes caught something strange—something he had never noticed before.

Her nails.

Peach always wore soft pastel pink polish, carefully maintained, shining with elegance. But this…

Puffina’s nails were Pastal green! She never worn green!

The color clashed with her whole look. Peach’s delicate, soft nature was never so… loud. But Puffina—Puffina seemed to revel in this boldness.

Bowser’s mind raced, and the more he thought about it, the more details began to pile up.

Her smile, so wide and unnatural, crinkling her face in a way Peach never did.

The way she talked, a little more cheerful, a little too energetic for someone as poised as Peach.

And the way she was clinging to him—Peach was always polite but had boundaries, while Puffina was practically pressing herself into him like a yearning puppy.

Suddenly, it all clicked.

Wait a minute…

Puffina noticed his gaze and felt a shiver of unease as Bowser’s eyes turned from confusion to realization.

His stare sharpened as he leaned closer to her, his eyes scanning her every feature.

“Peach…” He said, his voice low and suspicious. “Why does your smile look so different today? Peach… why do your nails look… different?”

Puffina’s heart skipped a beat. She frozen for a second, but quickly recovered with a flurry of overly dramatic laughter. She was nervous, excited and confused at his comment. This is what he wanted. So why would he question her?? She didn’t really know what to think.

“Oh, Bowser!” She threw her head back and giggled, completely missing the way her voice cracked in her nervousness. “You’re so funny. I just—I’m just so excited! You know how I get! I just wanted to to try a new color today!”

Bowser narrowed his eyes and took a step back. There was something off about her. His brain clicked and suddenly, everything began to make sense.

He stepped closer to Puffina, and then with a flash of realization, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

“Your eyes…” Bowser growled, examining her face closely. “Why are you looking at me like that? Peach would never look at me like that!”

Puffina tried to play it off, but the giggle was nervous, and Bowser was starting to see through her act. He sighed, shaking his head.

“Wait a minute…”

Suddenly, Bowser took a step back, completely stunned by the revelation. He looked at her with new suspicion.

“You’re not Peach…”

Puffina freezes. Her eyes widen in panic. She had been caught, but she couldn’t let him know she was completely out of control.

“B-bowser, it’s me, Peach! I’m just… I’m just so excited, that’s all!” she said quickly, trying to mask the panic in her voice.

But Bowser just stared at her, then his eyes narrowed even further.

“You’re not Peach.”

The suspicion in his voice was clear now, and Puffina realized it was too late to maintain the illusion. Her giggling had become too exaggerated. Her actions had slipped. She could only pray he wouldn’t go further. So much for studying the real peach.

Bowser stood there, eyes narrowing as he stared at “Peach,” his mind still racing through the strange inconsistencies.

“Your smile…” He muttered, “It’s too wide. And you’re so… clingy.”

Puffina, still desperately trying to hold onto the act, smiled too brightly in response, but it was already too late. Bowser was starting to see through it.

He stepped closer to her, his massive frame towering over her as his eyes scanned every inch of her, looking for answers.

“Peach,” Bowser said slowly, “Why are you acting like this? Peach wouldn’t—”

Without warning, he reached up and, with a gentle tug, pulled at the soft curls of her golden hair.

Puffina’s breath caught in her throat, her heart fluttering. The slightest touch from Bowser made her feel giddy inside, but she quickly fought to hide it behind a forced smile. Her mind raced, knowing the suspicion in his eyes was only growing.

As he pulled at her hair, he seemed dissatisfied that it didn’t come off like a mask. So, he gently but firmly reached up to her face, his large hands gripping her cheeks, as though to pull her face off.

“No mask?” he muttered to himself, his eyes growing more serious.

Puffina, while nervously excited by his touch, tried her best to stay composed. Her body flinched slightly under his grasp, but she kept smiling. She couldn’t show him that she was about to lose her cool. “What’s the matter, Bowser? Are you worried about me?” she asked, her voice uncomfortably high-pitched.

Bowser didn’t seem to hear her. His hands gently pulled on her cheek, trying to test if it was fake.

His brows furrowed.

He frowned.

“I knew something was off…” Bowser muttered under his breath, his voice low and suspicious.

He moved closer, his claws still grazing her face as he tried to figure out what was happening.

Puffina’s heart was racing. His fingers were so close, and she could feel the warmth of his touch. She felt nervous, but also excited—her plan was almost complete. Yet, at the same time, she was terrified that he would figure it out completely.

But then, just as she felt like she was about to burst out in giggles or panic, the door burst open.

“Mama Peach! Mama Peach!” Bowser Jr. ran in, practically bouncing with excitement.

“I told everyone! They’re all so excited for the wedding! Can you believe it?!”

Bowser immediately dropped his hands from Puffina’s face, his expression turning from suspicious to irritated as Bowser Jr. pranced around.

“Hah, Jr., settle down! This is important!” Bowser growled, trying to regain control.

Puffina took a deep breath, her nerves shifting from panic to relief. She straightened up quickly, her face still flush from the tension.

“Oh, Bowser, don’t worry, your son’s so excited. It’s a big day tomorrow!” Puffina forced a smile, her voice sweet again, as though everything was fine.

But inside, her heart was still racing. She almost blew it right there. Bowser nearly figured it out. And most importantly she was close to just shuddering in his hands and yanking him closer to just smooch is big ol’ face.

“Isn’t it a great day, Mama Peach? Everyone’s so happy!” Bowser Jr. cheered again, as if nothing had happened.

Bowser’s expression softened as he looked at his son, momentarily distracted by the innocence and excitement in his voice. He gave Puffina a sharp glance, still unsure about what had just happened, but he let it slide for now.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s great. But remember, Jr., tomorrow we’ll need everything perfect. No screw-ups,” Bowser said with a grin, putting his arm around Junior’s shoulders.

“Yes, Papa!” Junior nodded eagerly, oblivious to the tension between his father and “Peach.”

Bowser’s eyes flickered back to Puffina, but she was quick to act like everything was perfectly fine.

“Oh, Bowser, isnt this what you wanted? Me?” Puffina asked, tilting her head slightly as she gazed up at him.

Bowser blinked in shock. “What?”

She reached down and grabbed Bowser Jr.’s cheeks, squishing them and shaking his little face gently. “And you must be his little cutie, huh?” Puffina’s voice was sickly sweet, and Junior giggled, clearly amused by the attention.

Seeing Peach—or, well, Puffina—interacting with his son made Bowser’s chest tighten with a strange sense of peace. He hadn’t had this kind of family moment before, and for a split second, he thought maybe this was everything he wanted.

But then, doubt crept in.

He still felt a nagging sense of unease. This was what he had always dreamed of: his queen, his family, his kingdom. But something felt strange, like there was a part of it that didn’t fit quite right.

His thoughts flashed back to the first time he had proposed to Peach, and how she had scowled at him—and even raised a spear at him. She had rejected him so violently, and yet he had pursued her relentlessly. But now… there was no fight. No resistance.

His gaze wandered back to Puffina, and he blinked again, trying to focus. When he did, he saw that his minions were now surrounding her. They were staring at her in awe, practically entranced by her presence.

Bowser frowned, his confusion deepening. This… isn’t right.

He remembered the time he had tried to introduce Princess Peach to his subjects—how she had frowned at them, almost disgusted by their presence. She had been frightened, scared of the Koopas and the minions Bowser had spent years building up. But here, Puffina was—completely different.

She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t disgusted. She didn’t even flinch when they surrounded her.

The more he thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense.

His gut was telling him that something was wrong. But what? Why was it so different this time?

“Peach…” he muttered under his breath. But before he could finish his thought, Puffina looked up at him and smiled sweetly. And as if reading his mind she said:

“Don’t worry, my love. Everything is perfect now.”

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