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creativesnek · 18 days
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Mario Day Incorrect Quotes!
Toad: I have one brain cell and it bounces around in my skull like a Windows screen saver. Toad: When it hits a corner perfectly, I’m allowed one good idea.
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Luigi: Toad, I have a couple of words to say to you. Bowser: Please let those two words be “I’m sorry.” Mario: I’m ready with the bleep button if not.
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Mario: How did we become friends again? Bowser: We met in high school. Mario: I know that, but how exactly? Bowser: *shrugs* Idk, I talk to you once, blinked and here we are thirty years later.
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Luigi: Bitch, not every Toad your son! Peach: *teary-eyed* How could you say that to the Nicki Minaj?
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*The squad right before Mario's wedding* Luigi: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend. Peach: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too! Toad: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well Bowser: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND DK, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE
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Mario, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Luigi: Hey. Peach: Hi. Toad: Hello. Bowser: Hey! Mario: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! DK: We were out of Doritos.
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creativesnek · 20 days
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Bowuigi be upon ye
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creativesnek · 1 month
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Some Bowuigi doodles I've been holding onto!!
+ a redraw of this emoji made by @eldritch-emojis !
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creativesnek · 1 month
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*hold husband tenderly*
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Some Bowuigi doodles I've been holding onto!!
+ a redraw of this emoji made by @eldritch-emojis !
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creativesnek · 2 months
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Still can't believe I've hyperfixated on this ship for over a year now... And I have like *checks notes* four other AUs to get to before moving on 😅😅
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creativesnek · 3 months
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Lore and angst go brrrrr
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creativesnek · 3 months
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I'm back on my Bowuigi shit XD
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creativesnek · 4 months
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Hahaha! Today marks the first year anniversary of "Love in the Oddest Places"! The fic has done wonderfully well and it's been absolutely fun to write.
Thank you to all who've supported me with your wonderful comments and feedback! Stay tuned! The next arcs are gonna be a doozy🥳🥳
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creativesnek · 5 months
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You know who this @$%#% looks like, lowkey?!
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LOOOOK!
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creativesnek · 5 months
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Mario: Hey Luigi! Wanna help me rescue Princess Peach?
Luigi: No, not really.
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creativesnek · 5 months
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Random Toad: Six pack or dad bod?
Bowser: Neither.
Toad: Neither??
Bowser: I like 'em skinny and scrawny.
Toad: Skinny and scrawny?
Bowser: *thinking about Luigi* Skinny and scrawny.
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creativesnek · 6 months
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Death will not do us part
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the ancient tombstones that dotted the royal graveyard. The air was heavy with a sense of solemnity, as if even nature itself recognized the sacredness of this hallowed ground. Silence enveloped the area, broken only by sporadic sounds that seemed to emerge from the shadows.
Occasionally, a mischievous Boo cackle would echo through the stillness, its eerie laughter sending shivers down one's spine. These playful spirits, known for their spectral pranks and tricks, found solace in this realm of eternal rest. Their ethereal voices danced on the wind, adding an otherworldly charm to the otherwise somber atmosphere.
Amidst the Boo's haunting laughter, an owl hoot resonated through the night. The wise creature perched on a branch nearby, its golden eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge.
The Boo looked at the glorious sarcophagi, staring longingly at the jewels encrusted on the surfaces. They were captivated by the shimmering gemstones, their translucent forms yearning for the touch of earthly riches. Though they could not physically interact with the sarcophagi, their spectral fingers traced the intricate patterns carved into the stone, as if trying to absorb the opulence through ethereal means.
As the Boo continued to marvel at the treasures before them, a soft whisper filled their ears. They floated toward a particular sarcophagus. Judging by the new design and intact luster, this person passed recently. The Boo looked at the placard floating on top of it, curious to know whose grave this was.
The whisper turned into a groan.
The heavy lid of the sarcophagus shifted as a large, skeletal claw moved it aside. A glowing red eye stared at the Boo. The spirit yelped and covered their eyes. The skeletal figure emerging from the sarcophagus. Its bones creaked and cracked with each movement, as if it hadn't been disturbed in centuries. The red eye continued to glow ominously, piercing through the darkness of the graveyard.
With a raspy voice that sent shivers down the Boo's ethereal spine, the skeletal being spoke. “Finally,” it said. “The month of fright is here.”
The constant eye-contact was too much for the shy spirit, so they vanished. The skeletal being cackled as other sarcophagi opened. A dozen other skeletons rose from the graves, sporting spiked shells and bracelets. The red-eyed one looked at his reflection on the lid and fixed the hair on his skull into a bun. 
“There he goes to see his husband.”
“Every fright month…”
“I still think he should have married that Mushroom Princess.”
The other Dry Koopas stared at the one who said that disapprovingly, causing them to slink back into the sarcophagus. A Dry Bone with a metallic gold shell crossed her arm and touched her cheek, “Look at him. Ever since he met and married that little human, he’s been so happy, even after death,” she said.
“Their rule over the Darklands was glorious! They brought peace and honor to our kingdom,” said a male Dry Koopa. 
“Bowser may have had a rough life at first, but everything worked out in the end.”
Bowser removed some moss on his ribs and adjusted his spiky accessories. He listened to their words, a faint smile playing on his skeletal face. He had come a long way from his days of loneliness and bitterness. Meeting Luigi had changed everything for him - he had shown him love, compassion, and the power of redemption. Satisfied with his appearance, the Koopa climbed out of his grave. “I’m heading out!”
“Travel safely, Bowser! And say hello to Luigi for me!”
“Bye, Mom!”
Other skeletal relatives bid their goodbyes. As he made his way across the graveyard, his bony tail wagged madly with excitement, causing a faint rattling sound that echoed through the night. Orbs of light appeared around the haunted space, casting an eerie glow. More members of the Royal Koopa Family arose from their graves and began to sing and dance; after all, they had a full thirty days of sentience to enjoy!
Bowser crossed the red gates protecting the graveyard and sprinted to the Boo Woods, ready to find his love.
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The Dry Koopa looked at the dilapidated mansion before him. Its cracked walls and broken windows were a testament to the passage of time and neglect. As he stood there, a gust of wind blew through the decrepit structure, causing the remaining shutters to creak in protest. Windows and pillars were covered in vines and moss. Lightning struck overhead, lighting the eerie floors. Some of the windows had eerie yellow lights. 
Bowser rattled with excitement as he knocked on the cracked door. The door eerily swung open on its own. He stepped forward into the darkness and looked around; the door slammed shut behind him. Eerie whispers echoed around him. Lights slowly turned on and furniture started to float. The Dry Koopa’s tail wagged, “Luigi, are you here?” he asked. 
A chill went down his spine as something cold touched his shoulder and a voice replied, “Hello~”
The Dry Koopa turned his head around 180 degrees and smiled at the ghost behind him. His body was somewhat translucent with a greenish hue. The ghostly figure floated in front of the Dry Koopa, its ethereal form flickering in and out of existence. His once brown hair was now white and long; his overalls were replaced with a light green poet shirt, black pants, and boots. 
Bowser grabbed the ghost and pulled him into a hug, nuzzling his skull against his face. Luigi squealed with joy. As Bowser embraced the ghostly figure, memories flooded back into his mind. The first date they went on, how Luigi became an ambassador and helped with the peace proceedings. How terrified they both were about announcing their relationship publicly and the pure joy on their wedding day. Luigi peppered ghostly kisses all over his face. “I missed you, amore,” he said. 
The Koopa smiled. “I came here as soon as I woke up!” he said. “My mom says hi.”
“Oh, that’s sweet. Hopefully I can come visit the graveyard soon,”
Luigi linked arms with him, floating beside Bowser as he walked further into the haunted mansion. The two chatted, reminiscing on the good times when they were alive. As they strolled through the dimly lit corridors, memories of their past adventures flooded their minds. Luigi couldn't help but chuckle as he recalled the time Bowser accidentally got stuck in a warp pipe during one of their battles.
"Remember when we had to team up to defeat that giant Boo?" Luigi asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Bowser laughed heartily, his deep voice echoing through the eerie halls. "How could I forget? You were so scared, you jumped into my arms!"
They continued down the hallway, passing by portraits of long-deceased residents and cobweb-covered furniture. The mansion's ghostly inhabitants watched them curiously, some whispering among themselves. Seeing the undead couple was the highlight of the year, that and because other loved ones, no matter what dead form they took, could freely visit.
Luigi leaned his head on Bowser’s shoulder, “I hear Junior is doing well.”
Bowser chuckled. “Of course he is! He’s our son,” he said. 
As they walked further into the mansion, Luigi couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. The memories of their past adventures flooded his mind, reminding him of all the times they had fought against each other as enemies, only to eventually become allies and then husbands.
“All the Koopalings are faring well too,” he said. 
Bowser nodded. “I’m glad there was no fighting over the throne after we passed,” he replied. “Hell, they even divided the kingdom amongst themselves.”
Luigi guided him down a hallway and into a massive ballroom; spirits floated all around, talking and dancing. Several pieces of furniture glided around the room. As Bowser and Luigi entered the grand ballroom, the ethereal atmosphere engulfed them. The spirits, adorned in elegant attire from various eras, gracefully twirled and conversed with one another. The room itself seemed alive, with chandeliers illuminating the space and casting a soft glow on the floating furniture.
The Boo glided around Bowser before standing before him. Luigi extended his hand and grinned, “Can I have this dance?”
“Always, my love.”
            With a slight nod and a gentle smile, Bowser took Luigi's hand in his massive clawed one. Their touch sent shivers down their spines, but it was a comforting sensation that neither of them could deny. The Boo, sensing the intensity of the moment, dimmed the lights and conjured a soft melody that filled the room.
            As the music began to play, Luigi and Bowser moved gracefully across the floor. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, each movement flowing effortlessly between them. Two souls that not even death could separate.
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creativesnek · 7 months
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Oh-ho~ What's this? A two chapter update?
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creativesnek · 7 months
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Bowser: How tf are you such a good driver?
Luigi: *laughs* Because there's illegal shit in here. Because if I don't use my turn signal, we're both gonna do 15. Bc I am going to lie and say it is yours. Put your seatbelt on, sweetheart. You are not safe.
Bowser: shakily puts on seatbelt
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Bowser: What do you have?
Luigi: weed :3
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creativesnek · 7 months
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Bowser VS King K. Rool💪🏽💪🏽 Which heavy wins? Read and you'll see!
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creativesnek · 8 months
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Things are starting to go down!😈😈
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creativesnek · 8 months
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🔥Bowser Day🔥
The draconic Koopa stood by the stove, watching over some sizzling eggs and bacon. Junior sat on the counter, furiously coloring something on his drawing book. Bowser placed the breakfast on three separate plates, then turned around. “Luigi, food’s up!” he yelled. Junior perked up at his voice and shoved his supplies to the side.
Luigi hopped down the hallway, putting on his shoes. He was dressed in black shorts and a green tank top; the outfit matched Bowser’s, except his was red. As Luigi entered the kitchen, he couldn't help but notice the delicious aroma of the sizzling eggs and bacon. His stomach growled in anticipation as he took a seat at the table. Bowser placed a plate in front of him, then turned to Junior.
"Here you go, kiddo," Bowser said, placing a smaller portion on Junior's plate. Junior's eyes widened with excitement as he eagerly dug into his breakfast.
Bowser glanced over at Junior's drawing book, curious about what had captured his attention so intensely. As he leaned closer, he saw that Junior had been coloring a sketch of yesterday’s visit to the beach. Impressed by his son's artistic skills, Luigi smiled and ruffled Junior's hair affectionately. "You're getting better every day, buddy," he praised.
The koopa moved toward Luigi and kissed the top of his head before taking his place at the table. He enjoyed the peaceful domestic feel at the table. It certainly helped balance the chaotic side of his life; with summer nearly over, the bar he worked at was going to be packed for weeks.
Bowser felt a sense of contentment wash over him as he observed his family's joyous interactions. The clinking of cutlery, the laughter echoing through the room, and the warmth radiating from their shared moments filled his heart with a rare tranquility.
Having eaten their fill, the trio cleaned and put away their plates. Junior grabbed his supplies and stuffed them back into his backpack before standing by the door. His father chuckled before grabbing their belongings; he was alway excited to go spend the weekend with his grandparents.
Bowser secured his sling bag, then opened the door for his family. Junior practically bolted out of the house and towards his truck; Luigi followed closely behind with a mug in his hand. Bowser pulled out his keys, “I’m going to be a little late today,” he said.
Luigi raised an eyebrow. “Oh, did you get extra hours today?”
“Yeah. I find it kinda weird ‘cuz I didn’t request any,” Bowser replied. 
His boss, Birdette, pretty much stuck to a routine for him. She would have him there during rushes but would be home early to spend time with his family; however, she deviated from that today inexplicably. Eh, he wasn’t about to complain; extra hours mean extra money. Luigi walked to Bowser’s side and said “All right then. I’ll see you later,” before moving away
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After dropping Junior off, Bowser headed to work. He parked his truck in the back of the building and got out. The koopa quickly entered and was met with loud cheering. Bowser exhaled smoke in surprise, then opened his eyes. The entire bar was decorated with black and red spiky decorations.
As Bowser made his way through the rowdy crowd, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of confusion and excitement. The usually dimly lit bar was now illuminated with an eerie red glow, casting menacing shadows across the room. The air was thick with anticipation, and Bowser's heart raced as he tried to make sense of the unexpected scene before him.
His fellow co-workers were dressed in their usual fitness-related uniforms; however, they had spiked accessories on, similar to the decorations. Now that Bowser looked at them closely, the jewelry looked alot like the ones he wore. He chuckled nervously and clutched his sling bag. “What’s uh… what’s all this?” he said. 
Daisy pushed people aside, grinning like a madwoman, her vibrant orange top caught everyone's attention. Its bold hue seemed to radiate energy, mirroring her infectious enthusiasm. The white shorts she wore added a touch of contrast, accentuating her carefree spirit. The tall, buff woman playfully smacked his chest, “Ready, Pec-Man?” she asked.
“Um… Is there something I missed? Is this a special event or something?” replied Bowser.
Daisy’s face dropped. “It’s August 4th.”
The koopa gave her a blank stare.
“It’s Bowser Day, handsome.”
  The black curtains covering the bar moved, revealing a massive crowd. Customers gathered around, some were even holding posters and wore black jewelry. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers as they caught sight of Bowser. Many clawed at the glass in a fanatic craze.
The koopa, still wearing a puzzled expression, finally registered Daisy's words. His eyes widened in surprise as he comprehended what she meant. The co-workers around him burst out in laughter at his expression.  Bowser had completely forgotten about his day. Birdette looked at him from the window and shook her head. She walked towards him with her hands on her hips, “All right everyone. Get to your stations! Give the man room to work his magic,” she said. Daisy and the others walked away.
The dragon koopa ran a hand through his hair, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Birdette fluffed her bow. “Remember, Bowser: if any of the guests start getting handsy, don’t be afraid to stop them. Don’t, like, throw them into the wall but also don’t let them get their way,” she said.
Bowser nodded. “Got it, boss queen.”
“Damn right I am.”
Bowser moved away and put his bag behind the bar. Giving Birdette the all clear, she threw open the door. The crowd quickly filed in just as the koopa was taking a seat in a special table, just for him. 
As the guests started to fill the room, Birdette stood at the entrance, greeting each one with a warm smile and a gracious welcome. She made sure to keep a watchful eye on everyone, scanning the room for any signs of trouble or inappropriate behavior. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement as people mingled and chatted. Alcohol started flowing. 
However, the true highlight was him.
The second guests got their drinks, they would bee-line for his table for pictures with Bowser. All sorts of guests, male and female of all kinds of species, flocked to his table, yearning for his attention. He posed for pictures, signed autographs, and answered questions. Bowser’s fangs smiled through his smile. 
From what he heard, some people even flew from out of state just to participate in Bowser day and he was very grateful for that; it certainly fed his ego a good amount but it also filled him with a sense of warmth. Bowser’s not exactly the warm and cuddly looking guy and it has taken time for people to realize that he’s not as frightening as he seemed. 
Many shared stories of how they had initially been terrified of him, only to discover that he possessed a surprising depth and complexity. They spoke of his loyalty, his determination, and even his occasional moments of vulnerability; he did the occasional volunteer work with Peaches. Quite a few of them idolized them and wanted to follow their example. Other fitness enthusiasts wanted to know about his routine and other things related.
Occasionally, Bowser got the brave soul that wanted to flirt with him; however, he quickly shot them down. Bowser’s heart was entirely occupied by Luigi. The little green man was the only one who had Bowser’s full affection and it will remain so until the end of time.
Honestly, the dragon koopa has been thinking of proposing. They both have stable incomes (his was the fitness bar; Luigi had that plumbing business with his brother), Junior adored Luigi, and frankly it seemed overdue. But that’s something to consider another day.
Right now, he has fans practically fighting like piranha plants for his attention.
A bell ringing echoed through the room. Customers, all in varying stages of intoxication, cheered and smiled. Bowser chuckled and stood up. “Come on, everybody! Iiiit’s showtime!” While squealing and cheering with excitement, the crowd followed him to an adjacent room full of training equipment. 
Midbus, another employee, joined him at the arm-wrestling table. Several of the customers hooted and slapped their chests; the pink warthog had quite the fanbase himself. Not as huge as Bowser’s, but he still had one nonetheless. The koopa took off one of his bracelets, then threw it into the crowd; a human man grabbed it and bolted out, several others on his tail. With a puff of smoke, he sat down and extended his arm. Midbus did the same, flashing a cheshire grin.
As the crowd cheered and placed their bets, the atmosphere at the arm-wrestling table grew electric. Midbus, known for his immense strength and intimidating presence, was a force to be reckoned with. His massive arms bulged with muscles, and his toothy grin only added to his menacing aura.
On the other side of the table, Bowser exuded confidence. He’s faced Midbus before and honestly this thing could go either way. The two have similar routines and were at similar strength levels so it was all on them. Birdette raised it to signal the start of the match. The room fell into a hushed silence as all eyes focused on the two competitors. Bowser's fiery determination clashed with Midbus' unwavering resolve.
With a sudden burst of energy, they locked hands in a fierce grip. The table trembled under their combined strength as they strained against each other's might. Sweat dripped down their brows as their muscles bulged with exertion. The crowd exploded with cheers and chants as they tried to motivate their favored champion. Midbus sputtered with the strain. “Losing your touch, old man,” he said. His accent was heavy.
Bowser raised his brow. “Old?!” he said, fully offended. “Did y’all hear that?”
His followers gasped in offense for him and started booing Midbus, whose grip slipped ever so slightly. Bowser narrowed his eyes, “I’ll have you know I’m only 34! And just recently benched 2045!”
With a new fire in his belly, Bowser pushed himself to the limit, muscles straining against the heavy load. Midbus snorted steam and fought against his grip more earnestly but faltered. As Midbus struggled to maintain his grip on the weights, doubt began to creep into his mind. Bowser seized this opportunity to prove himself once again. With a mighty roar that reverberated through the room, he slammed Midbus’ hand on the table and quickly stood up to cheer. 
The room exploded with cheers. Bowser flexed his arms and laughed boisterously, relishing in the sound of victory and flashing cameras. Midbus stretched his wrist, “No easy on the newbie?” he asked.
Bowser snickered. “Nah, man. You messed with the King of Koopas; deal with the consequences,” he said jokingly.
Midbus halfheartedly groaned. Bowser patted his back and returned his attention to his fans. As the crowd continued to cheer, Bowser basked in the adoration, reveling in his triumph. The room was filled with a mix of excitement and awe, as people clamored to get closer to the fearsome King of Koopas. Cameras flashed incessantly, capturing every moment of his victory.
The night continued in a similar fashion. He would interact with his fans back at the table and at the end of the hour, Bowser would perform a fit of strength like lifting weights (with 2 fans hanging onto the ends) and pull-ups. He did it all with a huge smile on his face.
Fans eagerly lined up to meet Bowser, hoping for a chance to exchange a few words or snap a photo with their idol. The room buzzed with excitement as people shared stories of their favorite Bowser moments and debated his unparalleled strength. Cameras clicked incessantly, capturing every moment of this extraordinary encounter.
But like all good things, they have to come to an end.
Just as the sun was setting, his shift ended. 
Many of the customers, mostly the diehard ones, did not want to leave and had to be dragged by their friends. Birdette even had to chase some out with a spray bottle; it took all of Bowser’s willpower not to laugh at the amount of times people yelled they loved him and then got hit with water. He yawned and leaned against the bar. Daisy walked over to him, “I still don’t know how you forgot today is your day,” she said, playfully pulling on his horn.
Bowser hissed and slapped her hand away. “Could you not?”
“How’s Luigi and the little demon?” asked Daisy.
“Junior’s good. Still a menace to society as usual,” he said with a chuckle. “And things with Luigi are going great. He's been working hard at the plumbing business and we've managed to save up enough to finally take that vacation we've been talking about," Bowser continued, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Daisy smiled, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh, where are you two planning to go?"
“Delfino probably. Although we might go to Italy since I know Luigi wants nothing more than to show us his hometown,”
The two continued to chat for a bit. Bowser certainly appreciated a calm conversation; his social battery was running low after the day he had. He was just ready to go home and cuddle with his boyfriend. And with that in mind, he said goodbye to his co-workers and headed home.
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Luigi was lying on his stomach, body aching from today’s work. He sighed with disappointment; they had such a high volume of customers today that he missed Bowser Day! He so wanted to go; ever since they started dating, Luigi hasn’t missed it once until today. It was such a fun day and why wouldn’t he want to see his big, buff boyfriend Bowser showing off his strength?
As Luigi lay there, reminiscing about past Bowser Days, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. He had always admired Bowser's incredible strength and power, and watching him compete in various challenges was a thrilling experience. From lifting heavy objects to participating in intense arm-wrestling matches, Bowser's dominance was undeniable.
But today, as the customers flooded their business, Luigi found himself trapped in the whirlwind of work. No gawking at the handsome hunk of a dilf that he bagged for himself. He thought about asking Mario to let him leave early but he felt bad about leaving his brother on his own. So he bit the bullet and stayed.
Even if he did want to see Bowser being his boisterous self.
Suddenly he heard the front door open. The house shook slightly by familiar footsteps. Luigi looked to the side as Bowser entered the room with heavy-lidded eyes. He shrugged off his shell and placed it on the wall hook. Then he flopped onto the bed, right onto Luigi. The human let out muffled chuckles and wrapped his arms around Bowser’s head, “Tired, amore?”
Bowser replied with a grumble.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t go… Things were very busy today; I was almost all over town.”
“ ‘s fine…”
Luigi moved so that Bowser’s head was comfortably on his chest; he moved hi shand through his red mane and gently scratched the base of the horns. The dragon koopa purred with content. Luigi could feel the tension slowly melting away from Bowser's body as he continued to scratch his horns. While Luigi continued his ministrations, he also kissed his head. Bowser rumbled with delight and fluffed the blankets with his claws, like a cat making biscuits. 
“I hope you had fun today,” 
“My day got better the second I flopped on this bed.”
The human laughed and pulled the koopa closer. Luigi smiled warmly at Bowser's response, feeling a surge of affection for the usually fierce and intimidating koopa. As he continued to stroke Bowser's head, the two slowly drifted off to sleep. 
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